| High Anxiety; A Harmony/Tara rp... | |
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| Tara Shannon | Mar 8 2008, 09:09 PM Post #1 |
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Walking quickly down the hall as to avoid conversation with anyone, Harmony has a purposeful set to her jaw as she strides towards her destination. She was booked in a match tonight against Dylan Donovan, the smart-mouthed, entitled acting blonde who had rudely butted in to her interview with Connie the week prior. Dylan was obviously cut from the Skye Jones cloth of bitch, but clearly the girl was nothing more than a pale imitation of Harmony’s ruthless former nemesis. Harmony had conquered Skye Jones; Dylan Donovan would be mere child’s play for Supergirl, right? Right? Harmony reaches her destination and pushes aside the curtain. The gleaming ramp stretches out in front of her, leading her to the place of her greatest triumphs. A simple square of canvas, metal and rope, the ring had become her second home. She knew it as well as she knew her own name, every bounce of the mat, every thump of a turnbuckle. The ring was her domain, her friend, her livelihood. She walks down the ramp, almost wanting to wave and slap hands with the adoring fans she can hear roaring in her head. In reality, the only sound is the hum of the overhead lights and the click of her high heels as she makes her way down. Harmony: So…welcome home to me… Now as she stands right in front of it, it no longer is as welcoming as it was from a distance. In fact, she can feel her stomach beginning to tighten with anxiety. The images that now fill her mind aren’t the moments she was thinking they would be, her hand being raised in victory, the feel of the Women’s Title when it was handed to her and the screams of the fans as tears of joy ran down her face. Those images were pushed aside by images of her wedding being destroyed by the EWA, of Gogz grabbing her triumphantly, his hot breath on her skin as he assured her she would never escape him. The leering face of Envy standing over her, mocking her. Tomko threatening her with very real violence. The deprivation of food and water, being put in a cage like a dog. She shakes her head violently from side to side, trying to knock the images out. That horrible period was over; she had Plus and Kate and Connie and the people who would watch out for her and love her no matter what. Harmony: Okay…stop this. This is your home; remember that. People are going to be happy to see you; you can’t let them down. Get over yourself. Determined to fight it; she makes her way around the ring, brushing her hand softly along the apron as she goes. The canvas is rough, and she almost feels like a hand is going to snake out from under the ring and grab her ankle and drag her under into some unknown abyss. She comes to the ring steps. Three simple metal steps that used to help her climb to her many scenes of victory now seemed like unyielding obstacles, with edges that appeared sharp as razors. Her heart begins to beat faster as she looks at them. Shakily, she climbs up them like a child learning to walk for the very first time. She touches the rope to enter and her hand almost recoils. Her heartbeat continues to accelerate. Harmony: Get in, get in. You’ll feel better when you’re in. She ducks the ropes into the ring and walks to the center. Standing alone in the middle of the ring looking around at the enormous expanse of the empty arena, she closes her eyes and tries to conjure it all back up. Mavrick smiling as he trained her, knowing that he had a diamond in the rough in his presence… Her hand raised by the referee after her victory in her very first match, against Connie Kent… The weight of the Women’s Title belt in her hands as it was given to her for the first time… Kneeling over Skye Jones; both battered and bloodied, holding the microphone to her enemies lips to hear those sweet words, “I quit.”… Glowing with happiness in her wedding gown, being delivered by Charles Everton to her beaming fiancé… Suddenly, as if she’s been doused with a bucket of icy cold water, those images are wiped abruptly from her reverie. Her wedding a shambles, her new husband laid out by Big Evil, she is held up to be met with a brutal kick to the head by Tomko, knocking her unconscious… The horror as she was handcuffed to the ropes by Tomko, assuring that Gogz get up the ladder without distraction and would win the match and therefore her as a slave… Kid Disturbed, after almost killing her husband, pinning her to a wall by her throat, acting as if he was ready to squeeze the life out of her… Tomko and Nexus, laughing as she begged them for water… Envy, creeping into the kitchen into the middle of the night, groping her in a way that made Harmony know she was nothing but a plaything for their whims… The humiliation as Tomko pushed her to her knees and made her crawl into dog cage to taunt her husband with… The searing pain as Gogz lashed her with his belt, laughing sadistically as the leather left bloody marks on her skin… Her heart feels ready to pound out of her chest, and she begins to gasp for air, her lungs constricting as her mind is inundated with the memories of what happened to her. The room begins to spin and she sits down in the center of the ring with a thump, willing herself not to faint dead away like some heroine in a cheesy romance novel. Harmony: Why is this happening???? She pulls her knees to her chest and hugs them, beginning to sob as she rocks back and forth. She’s lost control, she’s not who she once was, and she doesn’t know what to do about it. A single voice breaks her from her anxiety. Female Voice: Harmony? |
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| Harmony | Mar 9 2008, 06:40 PM Post #2 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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The aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted through the air and floated into Harmony’s nostrils as she sat at the table in the arena coffee shop waiting for Tara to return with their drinks, looking at herself in the reflection of her compact mirror, checking her make up after her outburst to make sure she didn’t look like a panda. Harmony felt so ashamed of herself. She had always prided herself on managing to keep it together on the outside despite any problems she had bubbling under the surface, and deal with those problems on her own terms, not allowing herself to burden others with them by showcasing them on her sleeve. It was a big part of her independence in her eyes; the fact that she handled her problems on her own. She had managed this for 22 and a half years of her life, and she wasn’t quite sure what had made today any different. She had been unsure about getting in the ring in the past, but that had been back when she was new to the business, and was unsure of her abilities. That time was just over 2 years ago, and considering all she had achieved and all she knew she was capable off, Harmony found it ridiculous that she had digressed back to that time once again. But then 2 years ago she hadn’t just been through 3 months of physical, mental and emotional torture with the EWA. Satisfied that she doesn’t look like she belongs in a Chinese zoo, Harmony closes her compact and slides it back into her bag, spotting the screen on her phone lighting up from on the table. The brunette picks it up and slides the front up, opening the text message that had just arrived. Brian said you didn’t turn up for training, is everything ok baby? Harmony smiles a meek smile. She loved Plus so much that she hated being apart from him at all, and lying to him about how she was coping after the EWA business was eating her alive inside, but she knew he had more important things to worry about, like winning the World Title back from Big Evil. Harmony didn’t want to burden him with her worries when he needed to focus on people other than her. Running her fingers over the keys, Harmony taps a reply into the phone that she thinks should put Plus at ease. Everything’s fine babe, me and Tara decided to go for coffee instead. I’ll see you at the arena x The brunette lets out a sigh as she slides the front of the phone back down, her spun yarn on its way to Plus to put him at ease. Tara: Anything important? Harmony elicits a small squeak of surprise as Tara speaks up from in front of her, the brunette so entranced in her own thoughts she didn’t even notice her arrival complete with a tray holding 2 mugs of coffee, a plate with a slice of chocolate cake on and 2 forks sat at the side. Harmony: Just Andy; he’s wondering where I am. Tara: Hope you don’t mind, but I got us a piece of chocolate cake too, because everything seems better with chocolate. Harmony: Amen to that. The pair of them let out a giggle as Tara sits down, moving a mug off the tray and in front of Harmony, allowing the brunette to wrap her fingers around the ceramic, its warmth acting as a comforter to her, like a 3 year old clinging to their blanket during nap time. The awkwardness that had been chased away by the giggle had returned 10 fold as the pair of them sat in silence, Tara lifting the mug to her lips and gently blowing on the hot coffee and Harmony picking up one of the forks, using it to break the cake into smaller chunks for them to share. Harmony: I’m sorry about earlier, back at the arena. I don’t quite know what came over me. Tara: Don’t worry about it, but you know, if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. Harmony stopped her task as soon as the sentence has finished leaving Tara’s lips. The offer of a friendly ear, a person to confide in and tell all her troubles to. Could she really open up to Tara? She had already seen the small chink in Harmony’s amour, but was the brunette prepared to let someone in and burden them with her troubles? Her mind flashes back to the arena and the panic she felt climbing back into somewhere she considered home, and the memories of her treatment by the EWA that haunt her thoughts and her subconscious. The terror and humiliation of being violently forced into that cage like an animal; the pain of being kicked and lashed with a belt whenever Gogz felt like it; the claustrophobic feeling as she’d stepped into that squared circle she was usually so comfortable in, and the decision is made for her. Hesitantly, Harmony begins to speak, looking into the seeming never ending abyss like black of her coffee mug. Harmony: I’ve not exactly been myself since getting my freedom back, and breaking down as I got into the ring is the icing on the cake. Harmony pauses for a second, lifting her mug to her lips and taking a sip of her coffee, the bitter taste making her shudder slightly, but the warmth making the tension in her body melt away. Harmony: Every time there’s a loud noise, I leap out of my skin. It scares the living daylights out of me, and the same if someone touches me and I’m not expecting it. Andy put his arms around me the other day from behind, and I dropped the glass I was holding because it startled me so bad. A heavy sigh leaves her lips. Plus didn’t know about that; he just thought that Harmony had been caught up in her thoughts and not heard him come in. He didn’t know the truth, and as much as she hated hiding things from him, she didn’t want to worry him. Harmony: I’m not sleeping properly either. Haven’t done since I was set free. Most nights I just lay there pretending to sleep until Andy drops off then I get up and go clean part of the house or sit reading then climb back into bed before he wakes up. If I do fall asleep, it’s not for long and I wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I’ve woken up screaming from a nightmare, and Andy has woken up with me, but he doesn’t understand what’s going on, and all he can do is cuddle me. She takes her hands from around the coffee mug and begins to play with her wedding ring as Tara takes a sip from her mug. So much talk of him made it hurt her so much inside that she wasn’t letting him in. Harmony: I thought it would go away with time, but it hasn’t, and now it’s stopping me from doing something I love, something I give my all, something I’m passionate about. I got in the ring, and it was as if it started it to close in on me, and all I could see were memories of what they put me through. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything. She pauses, feeling the tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes and the lump begin to form in her throat. Harmony: BQWA’s Supergirl panics once back in the ring. God, the internet dirtsheets would have a field day with that one. And the tears begin to flow, prompting Harmony to turn away from Tara so as not to show the weakness until she feels a gentle touch on her hand and she turns back to find Tara holding a tissue for her. The brunette takes it and wipes away the tears and mascara now making their way down her cheeks, making grey waves down a porcelain background. Harmony: I don’t understand it. I’ve achieved so much in that ring. I’ve been Women’s Champion, I retired Skye Jones, and I’ve flown like gravity didn’t exist! And now? Now I can’t even get in the ring without crying like a baby and I’ve got a match against Dylan. What’s wrong with me Tara? Tara: I understand completely how you feel, Harmony. I’ve been there myself, after I lost my brother. You went through a lot with the EWA, things that I can’t even begin to imagine and it would be stupid not to think it hasn’t affected you. Harmony: But why is it stopping me from wrestling? Tara: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder can affect you in a number of ways; you just don’t know how it’ll paralyse you. Harmony: What am I going to do Tara? It’s so frustrating. I know in my head that I can get in that ring and run circles around little Miss Thing, but how can I do that if every time I get near a ring, I start to panic. Tara: Your confidence has taken a knock; all you need is a confidence boost. Harmony pauses and takes another sip of her coffee, wrapping her fingers around the ceramic as she lifts the mug to her lips. Harmony: I feel like such a hypocrite. Tara: Why? Harmony: A few days ago I was sat preaching to Arati about being confident in dealing with photo shoots and told her I’d help her out with the whole aspect of being a “diva”, but yet I can’t get near a ring and do what I’m paid to do: wrestle. Tara: Well I can’t help with the diva part, but I’m sure I can help you get your confidence back in the ring. Harmony: Would you? Tara: Of course, I know what you’re experiencing, and it helps to have someone know what you’re going through. For the first time all day, Harmony smiles. A very meek smile, but a smile none the less. Harmony: I’d appreciate that a lot Tara, thank you. Tara reciprocates the smile. Tara: No problem. Harmony: I’d also appreciate it if you didn’t mention any of this to Andy. Tara: You don’t want him knowing? Harmony: He has enough to worry about taking Big Evil on again to get his world title back, without worrying about me losing my confidence. You’re the first and only person I’ve ever let in on my problems, and I’d like to keep it that way please. Tara: No problem, my lips are sealed. Harmony: Thank you. Tara glances at her watch before hurriedly lifting her mug to her lips and draining what is left of her timidly warm coffee. Tara: Come on, we need to get back to the arena. You have a match tonight. Harmony: Oh god. Tara: Don’t worry, we’ll go through some relaxation techniques before your match. Harmony: Thank you so much. And the 2 divas leave the table, collecting their bags as they stand and walking out of the coffee shop, taking the first steps on the long path to regaining a princess’ confidence. ======== Thank you to Karri for the help <3 |
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| Centurion | Mar 10 2008, 07:01 PM Post #3 |
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Come on Harmony, snap out of it! Nah, good stuff you two. Great writing, and some nice development of characters - mostly from Harmony's reactions to her troubled time, but also with Tara taking on the helpful friend role - kinda as Kate has done. |
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| Big Evil | Mar 12 2008, 02:40 AM Post #4 |
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On TBS. Very Funny.
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MWHAHAHAHAHA! THE EWA STILL LIVES! DANCE PUPPET, DANCE! I'm glad that in some way, shape or form that not only do I manage to make your real life hell, but thanks to the EWA, I still make your e-fed life a living hell
The description in Tara's promo of what Harmony went through was top-notch. Harmony, your dialogue as always is amazing. I'd cut down on the description and narrative just a bit in the beginning of your promos, sometimes that might turn people away. Other than that, great pieces of work by both you pieces of sweater meat.
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The description in Tara's promo of what Harmony went through was top-notch. Harmony, your dialogue as always is amazing. I'd cut down on the description and narrative just a bit in the beginning of your promos, sometimes that might turn people away. Other than that, great pieces of work by both you pieces of sweater meat.

7:32 PM Jul 10