Post by kidnotorious on Mar 13, 2011 17:58:50 GMT -4
[Mt Lemon, Arizona. It's one of the mountains that surround the city of Tucson, and a general tourist destination for a lot of the residents of the town below. A lot of people mainly come up in the winter to use the ski lift, being how the mountains are the only places in or around Tucson that ever actually get that cold white stuff... what's it called again?
Oh yeah, snow.
But there's also camping grounds scattered all over the mountain as well as little town called Summerhaven. It's this tiny little town, nestled high up in the mountain that we find the person we're looking for. She is sitting at a table in front of a large 2-story log cabin house, pine trees surrounding the sides of the house. it's a pretty sight. There are other tables with people sitting at them, and a line of people at a door near the bottom front of the house, but it's one table in particular that piques the camera's interest, as it zooms in the figure grins and waves.]
"The Irish Assassin" Grace Kerr: 'ello luvs!
[She is wearing blue jeans and a jade green t-shirt thats cut to show off her ample cleavage. Her fiery red hair is pulled back into a ponytail.]
Grace: Ah'm guessin' ye be lookin fer me, yeh? Well, here I am! Ah'm Grace. Grace Kerr, if'n ye be so inclined.
[She nods to the camera in greeting.]
Grace: The people that trained me, they gave me this nickname. They call me the "Irish Assassin." But ah'm no Assassin, well not in the sense ye be thinkin ah'm sure. I let me boyo Aidsy take care a' that stuff. Ah'm jus' a rough n' tumble gurl from merry ol' Ireland who loves to live up 'ta the namesake o' me people. Yknow, the whole 'gettin drunk and lovin' ta fight' business. Yep, ye c'n rest assured ah fit that to a 'tee.'
[She grins before taking a look over at the line a little ways away from her.]
Grace: I do so love America... 'Tis the only place you can find so many different people comin' up to a little mountain town to buy a bleedin giant cookie outta some lil ol' lady's house. People from back in me home always are always askin me 'why'd ye leave us, Gracey? Why'd ye go to America of all places' but they jus' don' get it. America truly is the land o' the free. Ye can do or be anyt'in ye damn well want ta be 'ere. Ah know full well how that goes. Ah was in college a few years ago to be a Doctor. Me parents always wanted me to 'settle down' an' get a 'real life' that wasn't the typical Irish way n' all. An' Ah'll be honest, I liked it well enough. But one massive brawl later, n' me an' me good pal Kaycee are out lookin' fer new goals in life. S'when she suggested I take up wrasslin, and wouldn't ye know it... I took to it like a fish in water!
Almost like t'was born to do this or somet'in.
[Another grin.]
Grace: Me boy Brandon got me a contract wit' this 'ere IWC place. Seems like a decent enough place fer me, certainly got all the t'ings I look fer. Lots a' people to hurt, 'specially a certain few... But ah, we'll get ta those in time. First things first. Me first opponent, she goes by the name "The Scourge" Allison Dettore.
This ain't a name ah'm unfamiliar with. This lass is somet'in to be worried about, damn near feared from what ah've 'eard. But there's one lil problem wit' that...
I don't fear anyone!
Grace: Call it stupidty, call it naivete, call it what ye will, but I don' fear any thing or person on God's green earth. Though if'n I did, ye'd be up there. Yuir the type o' lass I'd love to go hit the bars wit', get into a couple scraps wit the locals and show 'em why us galfolks aren't somet'in to trifle wit' that's fer certain. Hell, Ah'd love to team up wit' ye here, we could rule this place with an iron fist, but right now me n' ye are opponents. And that means no matter how close ye get me to feel somet'in I ain't never felt, I gotta nut up and push it aside, so'n I can prove ta the brass 'ere that Brando was right to get me this 'ere shot. An' I don' like to disappoint me friends, Allison. It's a right bother when I do that, so I don' do it.
I hope ye c'n understand. Hell, I don' think ye'd want anyt'in diff'rent. I'm pretty sure ye'd want me to give it me all, so that's exactly what I aim to be doin'.
This 'ere Irish Assassin's got ta make 'er mark somehow, ye know?
[Another grin, and then a fade.]
Oh yeah, snow.
But there's also camping grounds scattered all over the mountain as well as little town called Summerhaven. It's this tiny little town, nestled high up in the mountain that we find the person we're looking for. She is sitting at a table in front of a large 2-story log cabin house, pine trees surrounding the sides of the house. it's a pretty sight. There are other tables with people sitting at them, and a line of people at a door near the bottom front of the house, but it's one table in particular that piques the camera's interest, as it zooms in the figure grins and waves.]
"The Irish Assassin" Grace Kerr: 'ello luvs!
[She is wearing blue jeans and a jade green t-shirt thats cut to show off her ample cleavage. Her fiery red hair is pulled back into a ponytail.]
Grace: Ah'm guessin' ye be lookin fer me, yeh? Well, here I am! Ah'm Grace. Grace Kerr, if'n ye be so inclined.
[She nods to the camera in greeting.]
Grace: The people that trained me, they gave me this nickname. They call me the "Irish Assassin." But ah'm no Assassin, well not in the sense ye be thinkin ah'm sure. I let me boyo Aidsy take care a' that stuff. Ah'm jus' a rough n' tumble gurl from merry ol' Ireland who loves to live up 'ta the namesake o' me people. Yknow, the whole 'gettin drunk and lovin' ta fight' business. Yep, ye c'n rest assured ah fit that to a 'tee.'
[She grins before taking a look over at the line a little ways away from her.]
Grace: I do so love America... 'Tis the only place you can find so many different people comin' up to a little mountain town to buy a bleedin giant cookie outta some lil ol' lady's house. People from back in me home always are always askin me 'why'd ye leave us, Gracey? Why'd ye go to America of all places' but they jus' don' get it. America truly is the land o' the free. Ye can do or be anyt'in ye damn well want ta be 'ere. Ah know full well how that goes. Ah was in college a few years ago to be a Doctor. Me parents always wanted me to 'settle down' an' get a 'real life' that wasn't the typical Irish way n' all. An' Ah'll be honest, I liked it well enough. But one massive brawl later, n' me an' me good pal Kaycee are out lookin' fer new goals in life. S'when she suggested I take up wrasslin, and wouldn't ye know it... I took to it like a fish in water!
Almost like t'was born to do this or somet'in.
[Another grin.]
Grace: Me boy Brandon got me a contract wit' this 'ere IWC place. Seems like a decent enough place fer me, certainly got all the t'ings I look fer. Lots a' people to hurt, 'specially a certain few... But ah, we'll get ta those in time. First things first. Me first opponent, she goes by the name "The Scourge" Allison Dettore.
This ain't a name ah'm unfamiliar with. This lass is somet'in to be worried about, damn near feared from what ah've 'eard. But there's one lil problem wit' that...
I don't fear anyone!
Grace: Call it stupidty, call it naivete, call it what ye will, but I don' fear any thing or person on God's green earth. Though if'n I did, ye'd be up there. Yuir the type o' lass I'd love to go hit the bars wit', get into a couple scraps wit the locals and show 'em why us galfolks aren't somet'in to trifle wit' that's fer certain. Hell, Ah'd love to team up wit' ye here, we could rule this place with an iron fist, but right now me n' ye are opponents. And that means no matter how close ye get me to feel somet'in I ain't never felt, I gotta nut up and push it aside, so'n I can prove ta the brass 'ere that Brando was right to get me this 'ere shot. An' I don' like to disappoint me friends, Allison. It's a right bother when I do that, so I don' do it.
I hope ye c'n understand. Hell, I don' think ye'd want anyt'in diff'rent. I'm pretty sure ye'd want me to give it me all, so that's exactly what I aim to be doin'.
This 'ere Irish Assassin's got ta make 'er mark somehow, ye know?
[Another grin, and then a fade.]
