The Rine Residence [For Rym]

[Ghost]

What a rather annoying yet fruitful day it had been for Kagura. She had fought a fellow red head, who managed to surprise her with quite the wicked move that had left Kagura on the canvas long enough to get pinned properly. Kagura did dish out her own kind of punishment, but it had not been enough. She was making her way back home, taking the long path along the small park near the federation. She wasn't alone though, since the person who was tagging along was none other than her opponent Angelina.

The two spoke a bit, though Kagura knew what was going to happen. Finally, they stopped near a large house, a bit too large for one person to live in, though the mailbox did have two names on it. One was Kagura's name, the other name was Karina Rine, a rather well known heavy weight wrestler. Kagura opened the gate and let Angelina inside, then made her way down the path and to the door. She fetched her keys and opened the door, letting Angelina enter first before she takes the fellow red head upstairs and towards a large black door. Once opened, she would find the room to be quite large and fit in a ancient Chinese style layout. Kagura gestured to the large closet for Angelina to hang her coat in as she pleased. Kagura headed to her bed, which was a large king-sized bed just for herself. She sat down on the edge of it and would take the time to remove her boots, bringing them under the nightstand next to the bed. Across the bed was a large built-in fireplace with a large TV hanging on the wall. Kagura turned it on just to add some ambient sound to the room.

[Monsy]

Talk about waiting till Christmas. Nowadays, she isn’t a big fan of Santa or the Claus. But colour her in the holiday spirit, just for now. Walking some, shaking off the billion bruises. Her back and front were all locked up, and same with her neck. To hide all the marks, she put on a big white hoodie and switched out to dark-red shorts. Her boots were a little smelly, and so with that and alongside her other ring clothes, she put into a couple grocery bags and carried them along to Kagura’s house. Girl was a fuckin’ Queen. A grumpy gills, no pills, all quills type of Queen.

Attire

She had a house like a border patrol and inside was an enveloping lair that made her look all around, drinking it in. The interior was a case of red-stained wood that acted like the skeleton and details of a rigid-lined but adventurous tattoo. There were boxes of patterns on the wall of red, symmetrical motifs and lights that looked like it came from inside the wall. The wallpaper was white and decorated in the corners from trees to vines, pink, black and green. Aged. The ceiling was an open pearl flower, with curves straight out of a Greek statue then the lanterns dangling at different heights. The floor had a gloss and was warm-coloured oak, which put a third dimension to the cold walls and gristly ceiling.

“This is the first time I’ve been in a place like this. Legally.” Angelina clapped once, “Kick. Ass.” She took off her boots and mostly kicked them near a wall that didn’t look too in the way, but close to the door for a quick flee if needed. After all, this place might be worth a robbery if Kagura fell asleep first.

Speaking of…
“Yo! Hand it here.”
Angelina had crawled from the foot of the bed and over, trying to snatch the remote clean from Kagura’s hands with a swipe. Then she’d turn around, sit in the middle of the bed and begin to fiddle with it. “I wanna see what’s on demand. Winners choice, yeah? Pirates of the Caribbean gotta be around here somewhere.”

[Ghost]

After removing her boots, she would play with her remote once more to find herself a channel to watch, though that was a short-lived journey thanks to Angelina attacking from behind and capturing the remote control clean from Kagura's hand. The red headed would only squint for those few moments after the robbery had taken place before she would take off her black jacket, throwing it on top of the corner table that luckily had nothing on it.

"..Depends which part you want to pick. If you go beyond the third one, you're dead to me."

Kagura said with a hint of frustration. After getting herself stripped down into a loose red shirt which seemed a little too big for her frame, she would pull down her shorts next, her black panties on full display for but a few moments until that oversized shirt would collapse around it. For the time being, Kagura would play along as she crawled onto the bed to sit besides Angelina. Quite frankly, she was curious what Angelina had cooked up for tonight and if she would fail to impress Kagura.. Well, Kagura will just take over and show Angelina how it was done.

[Monsy]

“Dead to ya? Ooh. That sounds like fun. Might be a bit macabre to share a bed with me, then -- buttt…” Her hand reached out towards the TV, then boop. She selected the first one and didn’t look at the price. Girl like this probably didn’t care either. “We’ll get there eventually. Ya can hate me in about eight hours.” Her thumb ticked up the volume to a strong but not ear-drum invasive level. Now there was the preshow material and all that hunky-dory jazz. All the excuse to kill time and butter them up the Pirate way. So, she turned her head and first found her eyes staring at Kagura’s legs. Hello Mama. Then up. Righttt. Big girl. Makes her wanna hook a finger on that oversized shirt and peek at that Rine stomach. But this chick was always lookin’ like a half-lit fuse on dynamite and a wounded animal packed into one. It's a little arousing...

It made her think of her own thighs. She pinched one. Kinda squishy. And a little small in comparison. Her lips pursed, then smiled cheekily, looking up to Kagura. “We forgot the popcorn." She pointed an index at Kagura, way out of biting range. "Well, YOU forgot the popcorn. Ain’t I the Queen of the evenin? I perfectly recall what I said in the ring. Pirate marathon. Buttered popcorn. Then, maybe I sit on ya face. Maybe.” Her hands clapped by her head all pompous like. “Chop-chop girlie.”

[Ghost]

Kagura could only roll her eyes as the impatient former opponent of hers decided to take the quickest route into buying movies under Kagura's account. It mattered little to Kagura, she could easily afford hundreds of movies. Kagura would brought a hand up to urb her own face when Angelina turned up the volume quite high, something her neighbors would have complained about, had they not been on vacation right now.

"..Are you actually mental--Ugh, whatever."

Kagura would slowly hop off the bed, deciding to humor Angelina for the time being and headed downstairs to grab a bag of microwave popcorn and threw it inside the microwave. After setting the timer, she raided the fridge for two cans of cola and fortunately enough, a bottle of popcorn oil to place on the popcorn later. After all the hassle was over and Kagura had herself a large bowl of popcorn that was still oozing with the oil that had been recently applied, she ventures back upstairs and to her room to venture inside and place the popcorn bowl upon Angelina's lap, along with the still ice cold can of cola. Kagura would once again join Angelina on the bed, taking a seat besides her and fluffing up the pillow so she could rest her lower back against it, just to have a better place to rest while watching the movie.

[Monsy]

Alrrrrright. Now that Miss Grumpy was gone, she could rummage some stuff. The volume was turned down once she left to a comfortable level. She sprung up off the bed and began searching through Kagura’s shit. First, the nightstand, then over to the wardrobe. Over around to the dressed. Finally, gotta check under the bed. Whatever jewels, heirlooms or special thingies that shined were mapped for the later swipe. But as she held her ear to the ground, looking beneath the bed, she heard the thump of Kagura’s returning footsteps, so she scrambled back onto the bed, grabbed a pillow and laid down by the end. Right where she was before.

“Sup.” She made a finger salute and got her popcorn bowl moments later. Still hot. She took a pinch and ate it, then moved the bowl to sit in between them. “Not gonna lie, I didn't expect ya to go get popcorn...” The movie was still in its preshow. A black screen that's about to transition into the starting bits. “Ya really buy the concept of a prisoner of war match? The slave and mastah thing. Or…”

She closed an eye and got slightly smug. “Are ya just a sweetheart?”

[Ghost]

There were a few things that would get Kagura to have a more annoyed expression than usual, and this girl seemed to find every button and was pressing them randomly to see which would upset Kagura all the more. Fortunately for Kagura though, she wasn't a jewelry person. At most, Angelina would find a few fancy dresses and famously branded clothing but that was pretty much it.

"You're just trying to get on my bad side now."

Kagura would respond, taking a seat on the bed and letting the bowl of popcorn rest between them, something that would no doubt either get finished by them both or thrown all over the place. Kagura would take a moment to look at the television, realizing that she had a few more minutes before the movie would actually start, so she would turn her head and her attention to Angelina and would casually flip her the bird.

"Just enjoy the night while it lasts, in your way. Our next match will be a proper payback from me."

[Monsy]

Maybe that was true. She knew how to start shit without lifting a finger. Their ears start to bleed and it’s not even nonsense. Everything is deliberate, and Angelina was having fun doing it. After all, she was inside a palace of sorts. Her own five-star hotel where everything was complimentary — with round-the-clock room service.

So when Kagura flipped her off, told her clear intentions, Angelina made a short whistle like the sound of a phew. She didn’t doubt it. Something else kept her smirking, though.

“Why does payback need a ring?”

She grabbed some more popcorn, ate it and continued to talk while chewing.

“Let's have it right here and now. I, Angelina Tarrant, challenge you, Kagura Rine… to… ”

Angelina held that last sound as she sat up, scooted her legs to the floor, stood and went over to Kagura’s wardrobe. She opened it with a dramatic opening of her arms from the handles, then turned around.

“… dress up for me.”

[Ghost]

Kagura's gaze followed that of her former opponent when Angelina spoke such bold words before she removed herself from Kagura's bed, instead making her way over to Kagura's closet, opening it with a added flair aimed for theatrics, causing the fellow red head to simply raise an eyebrow, watching Angelina turn back to face her and giving those four words that caused Kagura to basically deadpan for a few good seconds.

After collecting herself, she brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her noise, unsure what to make of Angelina anymore as it seemed the girl now wanted to challenge Kagura, though it wasn't much of a challenge as it was looking like the girl wanted a modeling show, with Kagura's own clothing as the line up, with Kagura herself being the sole and only catwalker.

"..Are you.. Serious right now?"

She would finally respond properly, remaining on the bed and simply eyeballing Angelina after giving such a obvious question to such a random moment.

[Monsy]

That face was pure fuckin’ gold. Just look at her. All dulled out, dry of expression, and Angelina wondered what was swimmin’ inside that head. She had a good guess. Some brimming sense of annoyance that was starting to catch up with her patience. Maybe some frustration was thrown in. She looked the type. But maybe. Just maybe.

Their little pause was saying the idea wasn’t so unfeasible after all. It would make enjoying this movie all the fuckin’ better.

So she pushed it.
“Yeah!” Angelina snapped her fingers, the index pointed up, and she turned a side profile, using one arm to brush through Kagura’s outfits from one side to the other. “I see a lot of sexy in here. Some cute. And some extra fine.”

Maybe Kagura just needed a little push… But what to pull on? Hmm… Ah!

“Tell ya what. You do this for little ol’ me, and we can have ourselves a real do-ovah. Tonight. Win, and I’ll be your bitch for the whoooooole night instead.”

She walked to Kagura, extending her hand. “Deal?”