Post by cori on Feb 19, 2023 3:32:36 GMT
Stomp. Stomp stomp stomp stomp.
The sound of course was Gennifer Swan coming down the stairs at a run, the bags she had a death grip on the handles of swinging wildly as she did. She slid to a stop in front of the door to the place she shared with Joey Valentine and her tag team partner Illiania Karn (at least, those were the names that the general public knew them as, naturally) and stood there a moment, huffing a little and catching her breath before she let herself in.
“Hello… HELLO… is anybody home?”
A keen look of mischief came and went over her features before she got out of her own way and shut the door, moving to the table to set those bags down. Hands on her hips, she had a good look around, seeing if there were any subtle signs of occupancy. A shrug of her shoulders then as she loped back to the table, opening the bags and starting to pull out items - it was plain pieces of ring gear, waiting to be customized and decorated, several sets in different sizes. One larger jacket she set aside, it was clearly meant for their friend and fellow Semi-Chosen member Raylan Cruz. Going to the closet she got out a large box filled with various things, jars of beads, sewing kits, spangles and so forth and dragged that out to lift with a grunt to one of the empty chairs before she moved to fill the coffee maker and start the brewing cycle.
“—all I’m saying is it don’t make no sense to fly back to Germany after you just touched down.” Gennifer would hear one of her roommate’s voices in another room, at least a good sign that they were both home. From the sounds of it, Illy and JoJo were on speaking terms again.
“You can’t keep on and be doing whatever it is you…Do.” Joey trailed off. “You know…”
“Art?” Illania’s voice carried, saying the word in such a way that it was a substitution for something else.
“Yeah, fam. Sure. Art.[/i]”
A small crease came and went between those expressive dark brows, she could mostly hear them, was glad they were talking again, but there was this almost hesitant urgency to JoJo’s tone and something else entirely in Illy’s. She even half wondered if they’d heard her loud and somewhat comedically timed ‘dramatic entrance’ at all, considering she hadn’t slammed the door. Hmm. Something else was off as she started sorting the gear more, looking through the pile with the tags that had her name on them, she held up a pair of blue shorts, a disbelieving look on her face. They were at least two sizes too small and there certainly wasn’t enough material in them for even a fashion wizard to fix them.
“Well… crap.”
Followed by a string of colorful phrases in Spanish when she went to dig her phone out of her purse, the lock screen visible briefly before she opened it - a very, very toned set of abs with a near perfect V, because… reasons.
It seemed as though both of them heard Gennifer that time. If the ‘crap’ hadn’t done it, it was the follow-up of every single curse word in the Spanish dictionary fired off in such a quick fire pace. The door to Joey’s room opened and both Joey and Illy came out, two curious faces looking around. It looked as Joey had more to say on the matter in whatever they had been wanting to talk to Illania about but it seemed like that had gone on pause from the second they came out.
Two pairs of eyes focused up on those blue shorts. Joey’s face was a flicker of curiosity. Illania’s however, often as calm as could be? Pure unrestrained bewilderment at the sight of those blue shorts.
“Did you steal those from someone, Genny? Or is this meant to be a conversation starter at the gym? Did you buy them for yourself? You are certainly svelte but your…Junk in the trunk…” Illy trailed off.
Joey snorted.
“Noooo…” not really a wail, but possibly once again a smidge more than needed for the situation at hand. Frustration perhaps rearing its head. “I ordered them as part of a new set of gear for all of us, so we’d match, these are supposed to be mine… it’s the same size I got last time and those fit perfectly? I’m so mad, I don’t think I can get a replacement on time and just LOOK at these!”
She held them up in her fist
“I wear cropped mini skirts when I want attention, and there’s no way, no way I’d wear a set of coochie cutters in a wrestling match…”
Genny suddenly snorted a laugh herself.
“I’ve said some wild things in my time okay, fine yes but that’s a sentence I don’t think I’d ever believe I’d say.”
She was sending some rapid text messages now, and set the shorts down on the table, the size tag exposed and took a picture of it to attach to the message. Muttering of course, the entire time. She made a gasp of outrage once she got a reply on one of them, and was shaking her head.
“She’s trying to say that they stretch to fit, but uh… this is the same kind as last time and no, no they don’t. Can you imagine me trying to cram myself into these? I need to calm down, I don’t need to be working myself up over this. Do you guys want a coffee?”
She set her phone down on the table, the message tab open and moved with a surprising amount of grace as she went to get her favorite coffee mug down out of the counter, the coffee maker beeping at that moment to tell her it was ready to go. After pouring a cup and doctoring it up the way she liked, she exhaled wooosahhhh and took a sip. A calm seemed to come over her with that taste of caffeine goodness and she started back over to the table just as her phone played a custom text alert. Whatta man whatta man whatta mighty good man…
Gennifer’s eyes went WIDE and she looked at her phone, then looked at JoJo and Illy, standing right next to the table. Illy and Joey silently shared a look but neither one seemed to want to put together the string of words. Between the need to drink coffee to calm herself down and…Well, the choice of ringtone for what must or who must go with the picture of abs? There was a decision to just leave it and let it be.
“Freund, would you like to…?” Illy offered to Jo before slowly turning away. Joey stopped her, however, with a hand on the shoulder.
“Naw, naw. Don’t leave this alone to me. She’s your tag partner. That’s too much for me to unfurl right now. Y’all got tag title matches coming up and all that, I ain’t got any of the energy.”
“Fine,” Illania noted. She breathed in deeply before calmly taking the supposed stretchy pair of wrestling gear and pulling at the elastic bands of the trim. True to word, it really did stretch but the breathability of the fabric left much to be desired. Illania gave it another tug from either side before she pulled it as though she might slingshot it across the room.
“Do we really need to match, Genny? Outside of you and I, I mean. Raylan wrestles by himself primarily, Jo wrestled by themselves, Umeko wrestles with her sister for the most part. As for the sixth…”
“Y’all know I never met ‘em.” Joey admitted. “I know we call ourselves Semi-Chosen Six or whatever whatever, but I was halfway out the door by the time they linked up with Coach, and anytime I came back they weren’t there. Who are they anyway?”
Illy nodded sagely. “It is perplexing how you two are never in the same room.”
She specifically didn’t answer Joey’s question.
“Well… no. I just thought it’d be a nice thing… and they were doing that buy one get one set sale.”
She took a long sip of her coffee before moving to snatch up her phone without seeming to snatch up her phone, stuffing it into the back pocket of her jeans, truly living dangerously all things considered with that, because of course it kept wanting to come back up out of the pocket.
“I guess we really don't need to match that is, besides me and you Illy… and if we can’t make these blue shorts fit maybe I can switch them out for another pair and just redecorate. Do you think anybody’d notice if I did that? The straps and everything else seem fine…”
She was quick to put the cup up for a sip, possibly to hide a slight wobble of her lower lip. Once that was under control she lowered the cup.
“Either way, I think we’ll have time before we need this set to get things arranged. Hang on though I wanna see something.”
She took the set of ‘stretchy’ shorts and set her mug down, leaving the room for a minute or two before a loud AW HELL NAH was heard. Genny came stomping back out, wearing the shorts… well, sort of wearing the shorts, that is. While they did indeed stretch somewhat and she’d managed to get them up over her hips, the way that her backside was nearly all exposed told the tale of how uncomfortable they actually were.
“Do you think I’d get in trouble if I went over there and smacked someone around because uh NAH…”
She turned around, stomping back into the other room to get changed again.
The sound of course was Gennifer Swan coming down the stairs at a run, the bags she had a death grip on the handles of swinging wildly as she did. She slid to a stop in front of the door to the place she shared with Joey Valentine and her tag team partner Illiania Karn (at least, those were the names that the general public knew them as, naturally) and stood there a moment, huffing a little and catching her breath before she let herself in.
“Hello… HELLO… is anybody home?”
A keen look of mischief came and went over her features before she got out of her own way and shut the door, moving to the table to set those bags down. Hands on her hips, she had a good look around, seeing if there were any subtle signs of occupancy. A shrug of her shoulders then as she loped back to the table, opening the bags and starting to pull out items - it was plain pieces of ring gear, waiting to be customized and decorated, several sets in different sizes. One larger jacket she set aside, it was clearly meant for their friend and fellow Semi-Chosen member Raylan Cruz. Going to the closet she got out a large box filled with various things, jars of beads, sewing kits, spangles and so forth and dragged that out to lift with a grunt to one of the empty chairs before she moved to fill the coffee maker and start the brewing cycle.
“—all I’m saying is it don’t make no sense to fly back to Germany after you just touched down.” Gennifer would hear one of her roommate’s voices in another room, at least a good sign that they were both home. From the sounds of it, Illy and JoJo were on speaking terms again.
“You can’t keep on and be doing whatever it is you…Do.” Joey trailed off. “You know…”
“Art?” Illania’s voice carried, saying the word in such a way that it was a substitution for something else.
“Yeah, fam. Sure. Art.[/i]”
A small crease came and went between those expressive dark brows, she could mostly hear them, was glad they were talking again, but there was this almost hesitant urgency to JoJo’s tone and something else entirely in Illy’s. She even half wondered if they’d heard her loud and somewhat comedically timed ‘dramatic entrance’ at all, considering she hadn’t slammed the door. Hmm. Something else was off as she started sorting the gear more, looking through the pile with the tags that had her name on them, she held up a pair of blue shorts, a disbelieving look on her face. They were at least two sizes too small and there certainly wasn’t enough material in them for even a fashion wizard to fix them.
“Well… crap.”
Followed by a string of colorful phrases in Spanish when she went to dig her phone out of her purse, the lock screen visible briefly before she opened it - a very, very toned set of abs with a near perfect V, because… reasons.
It seemed as though both of them heard Gennifer that time. If the ‘crap’ hadn’t done it, it was the follow-up of every single curse word in the Spanish dictionary fired off in such a quick fire pace. The door to Joey’s room opened and both Joey and Illy came out, two curious faces looking around. It looked as Joey had more to say on the matter in whatever they had been wanting to talk to Illania about but it seemed like that had gone on pause from the second they came out.
Two pairs of eyes focused up on those blue shorts. Joey’s face was a flicker of curiosity. Illania’s however, often as calm as could be? Pure unrestrained bewilderment at the sight of those blue shorts.
“Did you steal those from someone, Genny? Or is this meant to be a conversation starter at the gym? Did you buy them for yourself? You are certainly svelte but your…Junk in the trunk…” Illy trailed off.
Joey snorted.
“Noooo…” not really a wail, but possibly once again a smidge more than needed for the situation at hand. Frustration perhaps rearing its head. “I ordered them as part of a new set of gear for all of us, so we’d match, these are supposed to be mine… it’s the same size I got last time and those fit perfectly? I’m so mad, I don’t think I can get a replacement on time and just LOOK at these!”
She held them up in her fist
“I wear cropped mini skirts when I want attention, and there’s no way, no way I’d wear a set of coochie cutters in a wrestling match…”
Genny suddenly snorted a laugh herself.
“I’ve said some wild things in my time okay, fine yes but that’s a sentence I don’t think I’d ever believe I’d say.”
She was sending some rapid text messages now, and set the shorts down on the table, the size tag exposed and took a picture of it to attach to the message. Muttering of course, the entire time. She made a gasp of outrage once she got a reply on one of them, and was shaking her head.
“She’s trying to say that they stretch to fit, but uh… this is the same kind as last time and no, no they don’t. Can you imagine me trying to cram myself into these? I need to calm down, I don’t need to be working myself up over this. Do you guys want a coffee?”
She set her phone down on the table, the message tab open and moved with a surprising amount of grace as she went to get her favorite coffee mug down out of the counter, the coffee maker beeping at that moment to tell her it was ready to go. After pouring a cup and doctoring it up the way she liked, she exhaled wooosahhhh and took a sip. A calm seemed to come over her with that taste of caffeine goodness and she started back over to the table just as her phone played a custom text alert. Whatta man whatta man whatta mighty good man…
Gennifer’s eyes went WIDE and she looked at her phone, then looked at JoJo and Illy, standing right next to the table. Illy and Joey silently shared a look but neither one seemed to want to put together the string of words. Between the need to drink coffee to calm herself down and…Well, the choice of ringtone for what must or who must go with the picture of abs? There was a decision to just leave it and let it be.
“Freund, would you like to…?” Illy offered to Jo before slowly turning away. Joey stopped her, however, with a hand on the shoulder.
“Naw, naw. Don’t leave this alone to me. She’s your tag partner. That’s too much for me to unfurl right now. Y’all got tag title matches coming up and all that, I ain’t got any of the energy.”
“Fine,” Illania noted. She breathed in deeply before calmly taking the supposed stretchy pair of wrestling gear and pulling at the elastic bands of the trim. True to word, it really did stretch but the breathability of the fabric left much to be desired. Illania gave it another tug from either side before she pulled it as though she might slingshot it across the room.
“Do we really need to match, Genny? Outside of you and I, I mean. Raylan wrestles by himself primarily, Jo wrestled by themselves, Umeko wrestles with her sister for the most part. As for the sixth…”
“Y’all know I never met ‘em.” Joey admitted. “I know we call ourselves Semi-Chosen Six or whatever whatever, but I was halfway out the door by the time they linked up with Coach, and anytime I came back they weren’t there. Who are they anyway?”
Illy nodded sagely. “It is perplexing how you two are never in the same room.”
She specifically didn’t answer Joey’s question.
“Well… no. I just thought it’d be a nice thing… and they were doing that buy one get one set sale.”
She took a long sip of her coffee before moving to snatch up her phone without seeming to snatch up her phone, stuffing it into the back pocket of her jeans, truly living dangerously all things considered with that, because of course it kept wanting to come back up out of the pocket.
“I guess we really don't need to match that is, besides me and you Illy… and if we can’t make these blue shorts fit maybe I can switch them out for another pair and just redecorate. Do you think anybody’d notice if I did that? The straps and everything else seem fine…”
She was quick to put the cup up for a sip, possibly to hide a slight wobble of her lower lip. Once that was under control she lowered the cup.
“Either way, I think we’ll have time before we need this set to get things arranged. Hang on though I wanna see something.”
She took the set of ‘stretchy’ shorts and set her mug down, leaving the room for a minute or two before a loud AW HELL NAH was heard. Genny came stomping back out, wearing the shorts… well, sort of wearing the shorts, that is. While they did indeed stretch somewhat and she’d managed to get them up over her hips, the way that her backside was nearly all exposed told the tale of how uncomfortable they actually were.
“Do you think I’d get in trouble if I went over there and smacked someone around because uh NAH…”
She turned around, stomping back into the other room to get changed again.