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 Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 11:38 pm
Any bystander who was good with people's mannerisms, or had just seen too much CSI, would be able to see that this woman was paying Joey all the attention. After all, the only mention Hans got was on the comment of getting hurt. Figures; women always did prefer the American guy to a muscle-bound German. Of course Hans didn't think like that, it was merely a narrative observation. All he cared about was not getting a laugh out of his joke, which was rather well executed, but he sat by and watched the sparks fly between the two fighters with a slight smile on his face.
Once she had taken her leave, Hans shook his head and took a sip of his drink.
"I see you have been out of practice with the ladies, eh?" The German laughed again. "I, personally, do not see the point of apologising in advance for hurting someone... makes one appear, how you Americans say, 'up themselves'. Or maybe that's the English, I don't really know." Hans shrugged slightly and leant back in his chair. "Well I think you made a good first impression. She seems to like you." A sly grin crept onto his face.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:01 am
Joey shook his head and turned away as she spoke back. "Psh"
Though once she turned to leave his eyes followed to her table. The expression remained, but still he was showing just a smidgen of interest.
His ego wouldn't admit that though.
"How arrogant was that. Appologising for hurting me before I've even stepped into the ring with her!", Joey protested. Looking back to Hans he continued, almost ignoring what he had to say.
"Who does she think she is?! I'll show her who's boss.", he added, glancing back in Monique's direction.
Taking a good sip from his wiskey, his eyes hazle eye's glaring back at Hans. Setting the drink back down on its napkin, he too sat back. His gaze wondering over to Monique once more.
"Yeah I think she likes me."
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:53 am
The heavy German accent Hans had didn't convey sarcasm too well, but the fact Joey actually thought he was being serious brought a smile to his face. Such a naive man, Joey was.
"I was being sarcastic, but who knows." Hans decided to tell Joey what he meant, but left it at that. "Should be interesting to see how she fights though, she seems strong."
Hans was never up himself, even when speaking to the tabloids about his victories and other such tripe. He was modest is anything, saying it was years of practice that made him good instead of being naturally talented. Of course the fact he never said anything egotistical got him some bad press, but that's what reporters were for.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:21 pm
Monique knew well the message that the two fighters may have gotten out of her expression. However, she knew that damage inflicted to a person may or may not be physical. As soon as tea arrived, she drank as elegant as she knew to be, and told her companion of what happened at the nearby table with the two. When she finished, Lumien seemed very well mad, and made gesture as to stand.
"C'est pas supportable! I will go myself and tell them a thing or two for treating a lady in such a way." He was to be off to the table, but then Monique stared at him with a serious look, very different from the gentle glance that she had before. Lumien saw this, and could do no more than to sit down. As soon as he did, she smiled tenderly, stirring a cube of sugar into her tea.
"Don't worry about it.. Zizou will protect me, if anything. He always has, and will.."
Lumien nodded at this, looking at her for a moment, and sighed.
"Are you sure this is safe, madame? Zizou might have won you many battles.. but this is America we're speaking of. You might be seriously hurt.."
"It wouldn't be the first time... and even though it's hurt every time I wake in the morning, I can't help it. It's in his blood.. Don't worry. It'll be all right."
The conversation lasted some more time before she informed her leave to Lumien and directed him to go around and meet her at their room. The guests would see her leave the restaurant, in direction to the gym.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 4:24 pm
"As I said Hans, I've done my homework.", Joey took another sip of his drink, gestured her way with his drink and looked Hans in the eye. "She's very strong, her fights seem very fluid, an..."
Grining widely he took one last sip from his wiskey before setting his drink on the table. "Im sure you'll find out later.", With that the boxer stood from the table and gave Hans a respectful nod.
"I'll see you later Hans."
Joey needed to put his things away, and a nap would sure be great. His flight was noisy and tiring. stupid kids, he thought to himself as he started walking to the elevators, passing Monique and Anita on the way.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 3:10 am
Anita listened to the minor altercation at the other table, and the following discussion, with keen interest, chewing her food slowly so as to hear every word. True, eavesdropping wasn't exactly honorable, but it taught her much about the other fighters in the competition, and it was kind of fun! When the one called "Joey" left, after the Frenchwoman, she nibbled her lip for a moment, unsure whether to approach Hans, who was left at the table alone. In a moment of decisiveness, she stood and made her way toward his table, taking the seat directly across from him.
"I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation..." She trailed off, a little embarrassed. "Do you know much about Mme. Fallheart? I can't say I've heard much about her and she seems so...delicate."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 12:54 pm
Hans wasn't used to these type of events, especially when he was with Joey. Women always used to come up to the two and just get hooked in by the yank, but this woman seemed to have waited for Joey to leave before coming over. Maybe Hans had an underlying desperation for female contact, or maybe he was just midway through a sip of whiskey when she came over and disrupted the flow of alcohol. Whatever the reasoning the big German beamed a smile and extended his hands across the table.
"First comes the introductions, then information. My name ist Hans Felt." A slip of German, but that was just the way he was. After he received her name and shook hands he leant back and shrugged. "I have only heard what Joey told me just now; her name is Monique Fallheart, apparently a good fighter." Hans shrugged, but the smile remained on his face.
Some would say it was bad practice for a fighter not to research his opponents, but that was the way Hans learnt; going up against a person whose fighting style you don't know, adapting, winning and eventually learning the name of the style later on for reference. It was a strange way of doing it, but there you go.
"Are you a participant for this years' competition?" He figured she was, but it was best to be sure.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:57 pm
"I am," she replied simply, "it's very nice to meet you." Despite Hans' physique, which was reminiscent of a particularly steadfast build wall, he had an amiable manner, and Anita liked that about him. She had heard little about European fighters, but Hans' name had been dropped one or twice in her circles back home (in fact, the trainer of a friend of hers was near-obsessed with his fighting style), and she was glad to have a face to associate with the name.
"You must excuse me for interrupting your drink. I'll let you alone now, and I apologize if I was abrupt in introducing myself to you. We'll talk later, yes?" With that, she stood to begin her search for her room.
[[So I've been pretty much crap in this RP so far, but I promise I'll start to, you know, have continuity in my actions and stuff.]]
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 6:05 am
((No worries, m'dear!))
Hans raised his glass to the woman as she left, flashing another smile and being generally charming before she left. Not that he changed his personality once she was out of the restaurant, but there was no need to smile when one was enjoying a drink and just relaxing after a long jet ride into town. Maybe he'd venture to the gym later, or maybe just follow Joey's lead and get some sleep, but for now he would stay at his table sipping on whiskey.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 8:03 am
Monique relaxed herself at the gym, looking at all the machines, all the weights, all the buildngs of metal that surrounded her, bent and shaped in strange, odd, yet perfect shapes for making one have the perfect shape. She would none of them, however, simply glance at them, run a hand over one or another of them. She was too busy thinking about the tournament, about the people, and about herself.
"I really hope I don't mess it up this time.. Last time it happened, Zizou... Don't get out of hand, as they say.." She walking to herself, or to someone; no one could tell. She sat upon one of the gym's machines and rested herself against it. It had been a long flight. France to New York, New York to Nevada, then car ride throughout Las Vegas and towards the hotel. More than 10 hours of travel, she'd calculated.
She decided to stand, and head towards the elevator that would take her towards the rooms that had been reserved for them. Unbeknownst to her, all the fighters had been settled to stay in one same floor, their rooms adyacent to one another.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 9:56 am
By birth Joey was not American, he certainly sounded and acted like one. Perhaps it was due to him growing up here, an immagrant.
This elevator ride was a long one, it gave him time to think about how different his life would be if his parents handn't moved over here. Looking back to the numbers ontop of the door, it clicked. <******** usual Joey was too busy enjoying that woman's company (body) to find out which room he was staying in.
The elevator jolted to a stop, Joey's sour expression was the first thing anyone would notice. It was almost as if the large silver doors opened in such a way as to showcase it. Popping his head out of the elevator he wondered if he was even on the right floor. Looking up and down the corridor, he could see no one to ask.
Finally the young boxer stepped out onto the blue carpeted floor. He knew it had to be one of these rooms. The number on his black key card showed the floor number. Removing it from his pocket, he inspected it for any clues as to where his room could be. There must be some sort of code, that refers to the room number.
Alas, the barcode seemed completely random and uncomprehendable.
"s**t ********>, announced the young man rather loudly.
It was just in time to hear the elevator ding, and see another set of doors open, carrying, none other than the beautiful Miss Monique Fallheart.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 3:59 pm
Indeed, the elevator ride was long. 30 stories up, to be exact, which gave Monique enough time to convince herself that she needed some time to rest, perhaps a refreshing drink. She looked at herself in the mirrors that made up the inside of the elevator.
"Why are you so afraid, eh?" something seemed to tell her.
She told herself outloud. "I am not afraid. It is a tournament like any other.." Something about it seemed strange though. Perhaps it was the change of scenery. She'd never been outside of Europe before.
The elevator dinged at the requested floor, and slowly its silver doors opened. Just as they did, she could hear the boxer's familiar voice cursing out loud. She stepped out, and her eyes did indeed caught the sight of her competitor, Joey Carrera.
She took a deep sigh, standing for a moment to face him. Her face, though fair, was expressionless then; he had very much rejected the chance to be at the very least friendly with her. Still, she held a deep respect for the people she competed with, and so she nodded to him.
She looked into her purse for a long moment, her eyes drawing away from Joey's figure long enough to take out a black key card. All the rooms were opened in this manner. She also drew out her invitation, in which her room number was written down in very elegant handwriting.
She walked calmly, past Joey, but not very far, since her room was only a few ways from the elevator. She couldn't help, however, but to look back at him quietly. Some way to start a companionship.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 1:54 pm
With no other option present, Joey watched the woman drift past him. This would be annoying. At least he would present it that way. "Hey, Fallhard...", he called, realising that probably wasn't a good mood if he wanted her help. His eyes, searched for something other than her figure as he continued. "Uh...sorry about that. I'm just a little edgy after my flight. Could you help me find my room?", he asked more politely, finding the annoyance he wished to show had vanished as his cry for help sounded as genuine as he felt. She was at this point a very beautiful woman, he was disgusted with the fact that he had been so rude to her earlier. But how would he fight a woman like this. He couldn't make friends with her could he?
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 3:55 pm
At that, Monique couldn't help but smile sympathetically. He did indeed sound quite lost, a good reason for him to have been cursing as he was when she got out of the elevator. She turned to the door, not directing him a word, and so slid the card in and out of the slot the door contained. As the card was pulled out, the door's lock clicked, and she turned the knob to pull it open.
At that moment, she looked back at Carrera, that emotionless look turned to a light smile. "Come with me.."
She stepped into the room; it was a beautiful suite, its walls painted in pastel colors with fine touches of gold here and there. There were some drawers and a wardrobe in fine, dark oak wood, and a large, elegant mirror in gold-painted steel. There were two beds in the room with very inviting sheets and large, comfy pillows, all in slightly gleaming, soft silk. Nearby was a small refrigerator, surely keeping inside small refreshments for which one was very expensively charged. A door led to the bathroom, and two glass doors with courtains led to a small balcony from which a beautiful scenery of the city could be beheld.
Monique looked around, surely guessing that all the rooms in the floor were like this. She saw a note on top of the drawers with her name, and opened it to read it gently:
" "Monique: Je suis parti pour balader le reste de l'hôtel. Je serai de retour ce soir. -Lumien." Hm... " So it seemed Monique's companion wasn't here. She gestured towards the phone nearby, looking back to Joey.
"You may use that phone and ask the receptionist which one is your room.." She always spoke softly, and with that particular, French accent of hers. While she left him to his business, she stepped out towards the balcony, feeling the cold air enter through to the room. Leaning upon the edge, she stared out at the scenery, none of the traffic and the noise of the city being noticable from that height. She wasn't being distant, only respectful, though not particularily friendly towards her fellow competitor either, giving him his space while relaxing in what would be her room for the weeks to come.
((I forget to ask if it's night or day, and what time is it))
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 4:29 am
This was going to be akward. It was written on Joey's face. Although Monique was clearly being more gracefull, Joey thought he could sence a bit of spite. As if she where helping him, because she was better than him. After all the young man had been very rude to her.
Slowly, Joey stepped into her room. His sneakers barely making a sound on her carpeted floor. He didn't want to disturb her and her looking out at the setting sun.
Carefully he lifted the headset and did as she suggested. The conversation didn't last long, as the receptionist was very polite. No doubt she had been dealing with similar problems all day. These key cards where obviously badly conceptualised. At least if one lost one's card another person would have difficulty in locating the room.
"...room 208. Got it thanks."
Placing the phone back on the hook he looked towards Monique. "Well I found my room number...uh, thanks."
Unable to think of anything more to say to her, he nodded to himself, and let himself out.
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