"What was it you learned?"
Dec 9, 2018 22:49:07 GMT -5
Post by Fujiko Mine on Dec 9, 2018 22:49:07 GMT -5
Kattessa continued her trek back to her locker room, her breath shallow. She’d left the camera behind long ago, and as she was sure she was no longer being watched, she let her pain show fully. Her neck, her back, and her arm throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Fortunately, she didn’t think she’d torn or strained anything. The last thing she wanted was to lose this match AND her chance to advance further into the Frontier Lions Cup. She cradled her sore arm against her chest and used the wall to prop herself up, dragging her shoulder along the length until she could get back into her locker room.
The warmth of the room made her uncomfortable.
Not being able to set the Pride championship down near her bag made her even more uncomfortable.
She closed the door behind her, and did something she rarely did.
Locked the door.
She didn’t want Dina seeing her like this. She’d sent her away right after the match, but didn’t want to risk her coming in and seeing her in that state.
She took her time getting to the wooden bench near the locker that held her things. She glanced over at the black and faux fur lined coat that kept her warm on the way in. She doubted she’d be able to get it on.
Maybe the cold air will do me some good.
It was difficult peeling the sweaty one piece that made up her attire off of her with one hand, but she managed.
A purple contusion adorned her left breast, near the root. As she glanced at the bruise, she remembered the exact moment she got it. A nasty kick from the new Pride champion. Izzy would do whatever she had to to make a mark on me, she thought with a sigh.
She finished disrobing and, with more effort than she cared to exert, got back into her plainclothes. She normally folded her ring attire and placed everything neatly, but that wouldn’t be tonight.
Her bag was going to be light.
She tested its weight with her sore arm, and determined it would be too much. Her keys would do for that. She fished them out, cradling them in that hand while she used her healthy one to carry the bag and her coat.
She was going to make a move for the door, when she saw a bright pink square on the ground.
Her eyes narrowed, then angled towards the lock on the door. She had indeed locked it. She moved her gaze back to the square.
A post-it note. Attached to something.
Setting the bag back down, she crossed the distance to the door and grimaced as she crouched.
“Found this. Thought you might want to read it. - X”
Kattessa sighed. It looked like she was right to lock the door. At least Aladina let her wallow in peace.
She picked up the paper, which was folded in thirds, and flipped the top section back.
Her eyes scanned slowly, doing their best to keep that pace as her heart began to pound a little harder in her chest.
It took her a few tries, having to go back and reread points to make sure she gathered exactly what was on the page.
But she got through it.
After she did, she looked back at her bag, unzipped it, and carefully placed the letter inside. Right about where the Pride title would lay when she had it. If there was any emotion, she hid it. Even from herself.
Zipping it back up, she hoisted it onto her good shoulder, gathered her things, and left.
She knew what came next.
The warmth of the room made her uncomfortable.
Not being able to set the Pride championship down near her bag made her even more uncomfortable.
She closed the door behind her, and did something she rarely did.
Locked the door.
She didn’t want Dina seeing her like this. She’d sent her away right after the match, but didn’t want to risk her coming in and seeing her in that state.
She took her time getting to the wooden bench near the locker that held her things. She glanced over at the black and faux fur lined coat that kept her warm on the way in. She doubted she’d be able to get it on.
Maybe the cold air will do me some good.
It was difficult peeling the sweaty one piece that made up her attire off of her with one hand, but she managed.
A purple contusion adorned her left breast, near the root. As she glanced at the bruise, she remembered the exact moment she got it. A nasty kick from the new Pride champion. Izzy would do whatever she had to to make a mark on me, she thought with a sigh.
She finished disrobing and, with more effort than she cared to exert, got back into her plainclothes. She normally folded her ring attire and placed everything neatly, but that wouldn’t be tonight.
Her bag was going to be light.
She tested its weight with her sore arm, and determined it would be too much. Her keys would do for that. She fished them out, cradling them in that hand while she used her healthy one to carry the bag and her coat.
She was going to make a move for the door, when she saw a bright pink square on the ground.
Her eyes narrowed, then angled towards the lock on the door. She had indeed locked it. She moved her gaze back to the square.
A post-it note. Attached to something.
Setting the bag back down, she crossed the distance to the door and grimaced as she crouched.
“Found this. Thought you might want to read it. - X”
Kattessa sighed. It looked like she was right to lock the door. At least Aladina let her wallow in peace.
She picked up the paper, which was folded in thirds, and flipped the top section back.
“Dear Fujiko,”
Her eyes scanned slowly, doing their best to keep that pace as her heart began to pound a little harder in her chest.
It took her a few tries, having to go back and reread points to make sure she gathered exactly what was on the page.
But she got through it.
After she did, she looked back at her bag, unzipped it, and carefully placed the letter inside. Right about where the Pride title would lay when she had it. If there was any emotion, she hid it. Even from herself.
Zipping it back up, she hoisted it onto her good shoulder, gathered her things, and left.
She knew what came next.
