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Post by Chris Zion on Oct 22, 2009 17:02:05 GMT 9.5
Chris took a deep breath as he walked out of the high school's front doors. The sun was shining brightly and it almost made him forget how cold it was. He had been at the school to give a speech at an assembly, about following dreams and overcoming adversity and never giving up and all that good stuff that people loved to hear other people talk about. His message to the kids had been a simple one.
I think that there are three things that are essential to who you are. There's the thing you want to do, the way you want to spend your life, and then there's the thing you can do, what you're suited for. And then there's what you get to do; the job you end up with. I got lucky in that what I wanted to do, what I could do, and what I was allowed to do were all the same thing. And if you work at it, the same thing will happen to you. You'll get your chance to live your dream. You just have to keep trying until you make it. [/i] All in all, he thought he did pretty well, for someone who was totally unqualified to give motivational speeches. He was just a guy who got paid to break bones. Not really the best role model for children. But he thought he gave these ones a good message and was feeling pretty good about it as he left. He looked around the area, thinking. "I've got three hours until I need to be at the gym. What to do until then?"[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Kristina Gordon on Oct 23, 2009 5:42:54 GMT 9.5
Kristina was just walking the streets, bored out of her mind. Even if it was her day off, on this particular day, nothing was planned. Sighing, she walked past the high school. On the board, it mentioned someone giving a speech. She thought it might have been interesting, but it had been going for an hour it seemed.
"Well, it was a thought...guess I'll have to find something else." All day, she's been seeing things in the future, and she imagined what was coming up next was going to happen soon. Simple really. She was going to meet someone. Seeing him, she smiled. "Hi there. You look...familiar," she said, figuring that was the best way to go. "Have we met?"
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Post by Chris Zion on Oct 23, 2009 15:22:20 GMT 9.5
Chris took a good look at the woman. She wasn't one he recognized, though there was a simple explanation why she might have recognized him. "Don't think we've met, but you might have seen me on T.V.," Chris greeted her. "I'm a M.M.A. champion, that's mixed martial arts. That makes me one of the strongest men in the world. I've been on T.V. a few times for championships and I was just talking to some kids in that school about getting your life together."
Chris took off his signature cowboy hat and held out his hand to the woman. "In the octagon, they call me the Cowboy. Out here, I just go by Chris Zion. And you are?" |
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Post by Kristina Gordon on Oct 24, 2009 3:47:14 GMT 9.5
Kristina smiled and acted as if realization hit. "Oh! Yeah, that must have been where you looked familiar." She glanced back at the school a moment while Chris told her about what he was doing. "Wow...must have been some speech. Sorry I missed it."
Kristina shook hands with Chris. "It's nice to meet you, Chris. I'm Kristina Gordon. Nothing super spectacular, unless you count being a waitress at Carlita's."
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Post by Chris Zion on Oct 25, 2009 6:52:45 GMT 9.5
"The speech wasn't all that great. Just the usual bit about telling kids to follow their dreams. Maybe one or two of them listened. The rest were probably just texting each other. You ever look out over an audience and see that blue haze? That's something you don't get in the octagon."
Chris had never heard of Carlita's. "Carlitas? I love that place. I love to stop in for a bite after some time at the gym. Maybe that's where you thought you recognized me from. You do look a little familiar, now that I think about it. I'll have to ask for you next time I'm around."
He looked around. "So, when you're not serving the best food in this town, what're you up to, Kristina?" |
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Post by Kristina Gordon on Oct 26, 2009 16:05:04 GMT 9.5
Kristina gave a half shrug at the speech. "I would have listened to it. I'm sure you would have had loads to say." She smiled again, glad to have someone to talk to. "Well, phones should be taken away if they're being used while you're talking. It's rude."
Kristina giggled a bit when he said that he loved Carlita's. "I bet you haven't met Carlita yet. She makes amazing food but her temper is a little wack. Yeah, ask for me. I might even give you a little discount."
Kristina shrugged. "Not much...just hanging around, I guess. A bit on the bored side today. How about you? What do you do on your days off?"
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Post by Chris Zion on Oct 28, 2009 8:45:19 GMT 9.5
"When you're in my business, you don't really get days off. Every day, I'm either fighting or training. Or endorsing something, but that doesn't happen all the time. Today's one of the second kind. I've got a few hours before I hit the gym. When I'm not training, I'm basically just resting," Chris answered.
"I've got a few hours until I need to be at the gym. Since you're not doing anything, maybe we could go and get something to eat. I'm sure a waitress. like you knows all the best places to eat." |
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Post by Kristina Gordon on Nov 1, 2009 16:57:15 GMT 9.5
Kristina smiled. "Yeah, I know a few places. It just depends on what you want to eat. Chinese, American, French, Mexican, Italian? Name it. I'll think of the best place to go." She looked over at him and thought he was one of the nicer guys she had met. She had met rude ones and nice ones. Chris seemed nicer than the nice ones.
Kristina was glad that they were talking. It made her day. If only everyone in the world was like this, then it wouldn't be so hard to live here.[/color]
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Post by Kristina Gordon on Nov 1, 2009 16:57:39 GMT 9.5
Kristina smiled. "Yeah, I know a few places. It just depends on what you want to eat. Chinese, American, French, Mexican, Italian? Name it. I'll think of the best place to go." She looked over at him and thought he was one of the nicer guys she had met. She had met rude ones and nice ones. Chris seemed nicer than the nice ones.
Kristina was glad that they were talking. It made her day. If only everyone in the world was like this, then it wouldn't be so hard to live here.[/color]
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