Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 15:27:51 GMT
Annaperennaepsilonomnicrex is high.
No, she's not high on drugs (at least not this time around). Nor is she high on life, whatever the fuck that means. Anna has gotten high off of information. Ever since she kicked Hammerstein's head off and regained the Estrel Medal, her thoughts had turned to her next opponent. Even with her life always filled with wackiness and other business such as the defense of her Queen of Kaiju championship, the idea of stepping into battle against Jan van der Roost never left her mind completely. He was in the sidelines of her head, never acting impatient, never wasting a movement, just waiting for a bell to ring. And with his appearance in her mind came one question. The same question she tends to ask.
What is your deal?
Normally, it doesn't take much to figure out somebody deal and plan for it accordingly. Yet here it was, a Wednesday night on a couch in High Green, and she was no closer to figuring out Jan's deal anymore than she was at the start. And so, in another late night effort, she had slipped away from her boyfriend's bed and decided to try to figure this out. One. Last. Time.
Jan van der Roost. Dutchman. Veteran of grapple things.
- Highly praised for the most part. He has his detractors citing him as a meaningless old man, Hammerstein being one of them. But who doesn't have those people?
-He has a wife, Sasha, who looks younger than he is. No judgement can be passed here considering Anna's own relationship. She was apparently a former world champ somewhere? Two kids, one daughter, one son. The son had and probably still has some health issues. That's not something to sink her teeth into. That's just sad.
- Trainer. There's a few of his students around. He's looking at the future of the business.
- Jan's whole mindset? Honor and respect. Given that her only actual interaction with him was his interference on the previous match, this can either be nothing but the truth or a massive lie. If people agree with wrestling needing to be an encounter with no interference, then he disrespected and dishonored everybody in the building by grabbing that chair from Jacob's hands. Then again, that action was honorable in the sense that the Hammer's mindset wasn't to win at that point. It was to injure. So of course, Rooster would prevent that from happening.
All of this is perfectly clear. But it doesn't answer the question.
What's your deal, van der Roost?
Most would say that he is normal. But there is a difference between normal and boring. Ninety-nine percent of the regular joes still have something that makes them interesting. A glimmer of something. Their deal. Sometimes, it's as small as a grain of sand. But if you burrow enough, it's there. Anna had tried and pried and poked and prodded to find something interesting about the man. Something that she can nail down and say "hah! that's you!" and can click to. And when she couldn't find it, it drove her insane.
Analyzing her opponent stopped being fun. It started being a chore. The equivalent of a collage student having to research and write a ten page essay on a subject that didn't stimulate her psyche. She knew she had to do it to have a shot at the passing grade. But she dreaded slogging through all those facts and slowly trying to knock down a word count in the hopes of ending the misery. This was for the Estrel Medal. A fragment of the life she'd lost. That was motivation enough. But without inspiration...
Then finally, as dawn approached, a thought popped into her head. And as the realization hit, she cursed herself for not thinking of it before. Jan van der Roost is perhaps the only person living right on the intersection of Normal Street and Boring Avenue. His boring life, in its own way, makes him unboring. He is interesting because he lives his life at that intersection, not in spite of. Which makes him a paradox. An anomaly. A thing that should not be.
Most Time Lords hate such things.
For Anna, it's free cheese and a fucking challenge.
In silence and more than a little giddyness, she closes the laptop and totters back to the bedroom. She creeps upon the sleeping form of Brien Storm and batters him with a pillow.
"Get up, loser. We're eating breakfast."
No, she's not high on drugs (at least not this time around). Nor is she high on life, whatever the fuck that means. Anna has gotten high off of information. Ever since she kicked Hammerstein's head off and regained the Estrel Medal, her thoughts had turned to her next opponent. Even with her life always filled with wackiness and other business such as the defense of her Queen of Kaiju championship, the idea of stepping into battle against Jan van der Roost never left her mind completely. He was in the sidelines of her head, never acting impatient, never wasting a movement, just waiting for a bell to ring. And with his appearance in her mind came one question. The same question she tends to ask.
What is your deal?
Normally, it doesn't take much to figure out somebody deal and plan for it accordingly. Yet here it was, a Wednesday night on a couch in High Green, and she was no closer to figuring out Jan's deal anymore than she was at the start. And so, in another late night effort, she had slipped away from her boyfriend's bed and decided to try to figure this out. One. Last. Time.
Jan van der Roost. Dutchman. Veteran of grapple things.
- Highly praised for the most part. He has his detractors citing him as a meaningless old man, Hammerstein being one of them. But who doesn't have those people?
-He has a wife, Sasha, who looks younger than he is. No judgement can be passed here considering Anna's own relationship. She was apparently a former world champ somewhere? Two kids, one daughter, one son. The son had and probably still has some health issues. That's not something to sink her teeth into. That's just sad.
- Trainer. There's a few of his students around. He's looking at the future of the business.
- Jan's whole mindset? Honor and respect. Given that her only actual interaction with him was his interference on the previous match, this can either be nothing but the truth or a massive lie. If people agree with wrestling needing to be an encounter with no interference, then he disrespected and dishonored everybody in the building by grabbing that chair from Jacob's hands. Then again, that action was honorable in the sense that the Hammer's mindset wasn't to win at that point. It was to injure. So of course, Rooster would prevent that from happening.
All of this is perfectly clear. But it doesn't answer the question.
What's your deal, van der Roost?
Most would say that he is normal. But there is a difference between normal and boring. Ninety-nine percent of the regular joes still have something that makes them interesting. A glimmer of something. Their deal. Sometimes, it's as small as a grain of sand. But if you burrow enough, it's there. Anna had tried and pried and poked and prodded to find something interesting about the man. Something that she can nail down and say "hah! that's you!" and can click to. And when she couldn't find it, it drove her insane.
Analyzing her opponent stopped being fun. It started being a chore. The equivalent of a collage student having to research and write a ten page essay on a subject that didn't stimulate her psyche. She knew she had to do it to have a shot at the passing grade. But she dreaded slogging through all those facts and slowly trying to knock down a word count in the hopes of ending the misery. This was for the Estrel Medal. A fragment of the life she'd lost. That was motivation enough. But without inspiration...
Then finally, as dawn approached, a thought popped into her head. And as the realization hit, she cursed herself for not thinking of it before. Jan van der Roost is perhaps the only person living right on the intersection of Normal Street and Boring Avenue. His boring life, in its own way, makes him unboring. He is interesting because he lives his life at that intersection, not in spite of. Which makes him a paradox. An anomaly. A thing that should not be.
Most Time Lords hate such things.
For Anna, it's free cheese and a fucking challenge.
In silence and more than a little giddyness, she closes the laptop and totters back to the bedroom. She creeps upon the sleeping form of Brien Storm and batters him with a pillow.
"Get up, loser. We're eating breakfast."