Post by † Chee † on Jul 22, 2012 21:51:56 GMT -5
~Camera Man~
"Are you sure you wanna do this here?"
~Anya~
"I want to do it like Americans! This is what you call 'realty TV,' da?"
And with that, the camera is turned on and lifted into place, focusing on a different side of Anya Petrova, one not many people are used to. Nonetheless, there she was, her hair done nicely, in normal clothes instead of sweaty workout clothes, and a Red Bull which she drinks from a straw...
~Anya~
"What is saying? When in Rome, do them?"
~Camera Man~
"...Do as..."
~Anya~
"So I am doing America! This is realty. Like the Shore of Jersey. This is how I find real competition, da? It does not seem to work the other way like I am used to. I do get into tournament, yes, but the opposition is not what I had hoped for."
She takes a long sip from her drink, and then scrunches her face as though her emotions couldn't wait for her to finish before reacting. She lets go of the straw and places the Red Bull down as her other arm goes up in confusion.
~Anya~
"It is joke, no? Little Raven is supposed to be real fighter. If she is best America has to offer, I think I must relax more because this will be 'walk on the park.' Now I must face Calamity Brooks in round one of tournament. ... ..."
Anya pauses for a long time, a smirk fighting to climb up her face. After a little while, she stands up and begins walking through what looks like a mall. Tons of people are around and a few even try to get their five minutes in front of the camera as it follows the Russian "tourist." Anya herself finally stops next to a very "gifted" woman, and giggles as she gives the woman a soft nudge on the shoulder, knocking her to the floor. Her initial reaction is anger, but seeing the fit fighting machine that knocked her over, she simply lets it go and walks away swiftly.
~Anya~
"You see?! You are top-heavy, Ms. Brooks. It is safe for you to wrestle? I would say you belong in water, as life guard. Quit while you still can, look at what I did to Raven. You wish to be like her?"
Anya smiles and almost runs off, headed towards the Victoria's Secret nearby. She looks back to the camera and points to the poster, grinning widely.
~Anya~
"This is next career stop for you, Ms. Brooks! When you cannot step into ring anymore, because you fell victim to Mother Russia. It is fitting choice for top-heavy woman such as yourself. It does not matter to me, I will simply help you into your retirement if you choose to face me."
Anya punches her palm softly, but with a serious look on her face, and she begins walking up to the camera, but almost as suddenly as she got serious, she smiles and leans down to reach for something. As she comes back up, two loaded shopping bags are in her hands and she turns around, beginning to walk away.
~Anya~
"Until then, Ms. Brooks, I will get back to doing America!"
~Camera Man~
"Doing as...ah forget it."
"Are you sure you wanna do this here?"
~Anya~
"I want to do it like Americans! This is what you call 'realty TV,' da?"
And with that, the camera is turned on and lifted into place, focusing on a different side of Anya Petrova, one not many people are used to. Nonetheless, there she was, her hair done nicely, in normal clothes instead of sweaty workout clothes, and a Red Bull which she drinks from a straw...
~Anya~
"What is saying? When in Rome, do them?"
~Camera Man~
"...Do as..."
~Anya~
"So I am doing America! This is realty. Like the Shore of Jersey. This is how I find real competition, da? It does not seem to work the other way like I am used to. I do get into tournament, yes, but the opposition is not what I had hoped for."
She takes a long sip from her drink, and then scrunches her face as though her emotions couldn't wait for her to finish before reacting. She lets go of the straw and places the Red Bull down as her other arm goes up in confusion.
~Anya~
"It is joke, no? Little Raven is supposed to be real fighter. If she is best America has to offer, I think I must relax more because this will be 'walk on the park.' Now I must face Calamity Brooks in round one of tournament. ... ..."
Anya pauses for a long time, a smirk fighting to climb up her face. After a little while, she stands up and begins walking through what looks like a mall. Tons of people are around and a few even try to get their five minutes in front of the camera as it follows the Russian "tourist." Anya herself finally stops next to a very "gifted" woman, and giggles as she gives the woman a soft nudge on the shoulder, knocking her to the floor. Her initial reaction is anger, but seeing the fit fighting machine that knocked her over, she simply lets it go and walks away swiftly.
~Anya~
"You see?! You are top-heavy, Ms. Brooks. It is safe for you to wrestle? I would say you belong in water, as life guard. Quit while you still can, look at what I did to Raven. You wish to be like her?"
Anya smiles and almost runs off, headed towards the Victoria's Secret nearby. She looks back to the camera and points to the poster, grinning widely.
~Anya~
"This is next career stop for you, Ms. Brooks! When you cannot step into ring anymore, because you fell victim to Mother Russia. It is fitting choice for top-heavy woman such as yourself. It does not matter to me, I will simply help you into your retirement if you choose to face me."
Anya punches her palm softly, but with a serious look on her face, and she begins walking up to the camera, but almost as suddenly as she got serious, she smiles and leans down to reach for something. As she comes back up, two loaded shopping bags are in her hands and she turns around, beginning to walk away.
~Anya~
"Until then, Ms. Brooks, I will get back to doing America!"
~Camera Man~
"Doing as...ah forget it."
