The Future (Jason Bronco RP)
Oct 19, 2015 9:45:45 GMT -5
Post by Vinny on Oct 19, 2015 9:45:45 GMT -5
The small green expanse of Greensboro off West Market St. is quiet this morning; it is Sunday so there's few classes in session and college students tend to sleep in after Saturday nights. Across the lawn walks a lone figure in a black motorcycle jacket with the collar turned up against the cold. Jason Bronco wanders the spider-work for connected pathways around the different academic buildings of Greensboro College. The ones he finds open, he enters for a bit to roam the halls, peering into empty classrooms and offices.
After a while, Bronco finds himself seated at a small table outside a coffee shop in the Fowler Dining Hall area. A handful of students have begun making their way into the hall for breakfast as Bronco stores into the rising steam of his cup.
“I look so much older than them,” he mutters to himself, “I had almost forgotten that this could've been me, my path in life. I forget sometimes – a lot, actually – that I'm just a kid to most of the world. I'm just a teenager; I would've been a freshman this year...”
His voice trails off.
“I don't have the slightest idea what would've been like; to do something so... normal. All these kids, they just... look so much younger than me. They seem happy here.”
“It's an odd choice in venue, this college, but this week Frontier to the Future 2 takes place not far from where I'm sitting now. Sure it may not be like last time when I had top billing on the card, but I've got a chance to continue my winning streak and continue to prove that I belong here. I'm at two-in-a-row, and it's time to make that three. But that's a lot easier said than done against Shintaro Majima.”
Bronco slowly takes a sip from the Styrofoam cup between his hands before continuing.
“ShiMa is many things I am not: 6-foot-one, 242 pounds, a three year veteran and a certified ass-kicker. I can't pronounce 75% of his moves, but violence is a universal language and Majima is fluent in it. I have very little doubt that this will be one of – if not the – most physically demanding matches I've ever had. Basically, I'm expecting an ass-kicking.”
Bronco looks down at his coffee briefly, before raising his eyes with a slow smile.
“Hey, what happened to that confidence, right? Just because I'm expecting to get the hell beat out of me doesn't mean I'm expecting to lose. It doesn't mean this match the foregone conclusion people are saying – and some are hoping – it to be. And I'm sure there's plenty of people out there who want to see the Strong Style Saviour kick my face off my head. Well, I don't often like disappointing people, but those folks are going to go home in a sour mood when I beat ShiMa.”
“I'm not the biggest guy in LDFC, and I'm not the strongest either. I'm not the best talker, and I'm clearly a lousy politicker. I'm probably not the fastest or the most polished, but there is no one here who wants this more than I do. There is no one here that has trained harder than me to be here. And on Wednesday night at Frontier to the Future 2, after taking a savage beating, I walk out having defeated Shintaro Majima... I will prove to everyone that Jason Bronco is more than a last name. I will prove that Jason Bronco is THE name in Lion's Den. I will prove that Jason Bronco is the future.”
Word Count: 597
After a while, Bronco finds himself seated at a small table outside a coffee shop in the Fowler Dining Hall area. A handful of students have begun making their way into the hall for breakfast as Bronco stores into the rising steam of his cup.
“I look so much older than them,” he mutters to himself, “I had almost forgotten that this could've been me, my path in life. I forget sometimes – a lot, actually – that I'm just a kid to most of the world. I'm just a teenager; I would've been a freshman this year...”
His voice trails off.
“I don't have the slightest idea what would've been like; to do something so... normal. All these kids, they just... look so much younger than me. They seem happy here.”
“It's an odd choice in venue, this college, but this week Frontier to the Future 2 takes place not far from where I'm sitting now. Sure it may not be like last time when I had top billing on the card, but I've got a chance to continue my winning streak and continue to prove that I belong here. I'm at two-in-a-row, and it's time to make that three. But that's a lot easier said than done against Shintaro Majima.”
Bronco slowly takes a sip from the Styrofoam cup between his hands before continuing.
“ShiMa is many things I am not: 6-foot-one, 242 pounds, a three year veteran and a certified ass-kicker. I can't pronounce 75% of his moves, but violence is a universal language and Majima is fluent in it. I have very little doubt that this will be one of – if not the – most physically demanding matches I've ever had. Basically, I'm expecting an ass-kicking.”
Bronco looks down at his coffee briefly, before raising his eyes with a slow smile.
“Hey, what happened to that confidence, right? Just because I'm expecting to get the hell beat out of me doesn't mean I'm expecting to lose. It doesn't mean this match the foregone conclusion people are saying – and some are hoping – it to be. And I'm sure there's plenty of people out there who want to see the Strong Style Saviour kick my face off my head. Well, I don't often like disappointing people, but those folks are going to go home in a sour mood when I beat ShiMa.”
“I'm not the biggest guy in LDFC, and I'm not the strongest either. I'm not the best talker, and I'm clearly a lousy politicker. I'm probably not the fastest or the most polished, but there is no one here who wants this more than I do. There is no one here that has trained harder than me to be here. And on Wednesday night at Frontier to the Future 2, after taking a savage beating, I walk out having defeated Shintaro Majima... I will prove to everyone that Jason Bronco is more than a last name. I will prove that Jason Bronco is THE name in Lion's Den. I will prove that Jason Bronco is the future.”
Word Count: 597