Lost Little Red Riding Hood (for killcarrion)

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Lost Little Red Riding Hood (for killcarrion)

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Freya stepped into the building with her gym bag thrown over her shoulder, her silver pools already scanning the area with a sense of discomfort as her hands clung to her shoulder strap. She wished one of her “sisters” were able to come with her but they all had plans today. Emma had her exams to study for, Annaliese was off in Osaka for a seminar, and Lina was working hard at her office job unable to take the day off. Freya assured them she could do it on her own today but now that she was here, she could feel herself getting cold feet. Sure, they had recruited her but it was going to be rough trying to stay professional or even focused when it came to talks all about business. Anxiousness began to take hold but she swallowed that uneasiness and continued further in. Her gaze picking out the interior of the lobby as her thoughts wandered for a moment, thinking of the decor, staring off at posters pinned up and then the rather large crowd before her.

Her digits dig into the material of her strap as she pushes onward. She was here a bit early, Freya always felt that showing up early to not show up late was the best thing to do. Her “sisters” made an effort to get ready early for her but there were more often times than not that they would have to meet Freya there. In fact, the German had arrived a mere fourty-five minutes ahead of her scheduled meeting time. A fact the little Rose would take pride in, even as she dodged as she passed through the crowd, attempting to find staff. ”O-oh, pardon!…. Sorry!…. Ah, excuse me!….”Freya muttered as she slipped through, her body twisting and turning to avoid accidentally jumping into anyone as she approached an attendant with a LAW vest on. She breathed a side of relief as she approached.

”Hello.” She said. The attendant continued to usher the crowd, guiding them in as Freya stood there as if out of place. ”Uh..pardon me. Hello.” She chirped up, attempting to speak a bit louder to get his attention. The crowd suddenly seemed to get louder as she tried to make herself known. The attendant seemed to preoccupied to really notice her and she wasn’t sure if she should bother him but, if “Big Sis” Lina was here, she’d tell her to be assertive. With a nod of found conviction, she steps forward, lightly tapping the attendants shoulder on her third attempt. With a deep intake a breath, Freya was ready to be assertive. ”EXCUSE ME!?” She exclaimed, a little louder than she had intended as she had garnered a small groups attention, including the now annoyed attendant.

Her eyes began to dart about anxiously, unable to meet his gaze as she somewhat shrank. ”I-I’m sorry, I tried to..tried to get your attention.” She began, her silver pools darting up to take a look at his frowned expression while her gaze met the floor again. ”I-I’m Freya.. uh, oh Rosenhurst. Um Freya Rosenhurst, that’s me.. I was recruited? Yes, recruited by LAW and I’m lost, very lost. I’m looking, I’m looking…for.. I think it was…what was it again? Annaliese would know what’s it’s called…” The attendant was finding it hard to really understand what she asking. Reaching for his radio, her clicks the switch ”Hey Yamada-san, I need some assistance at Gate 7, side entrance lobby.” the radio went static before a sharp bell erupted, catching Freya off guard. ”Copy, on route now.”

”Wait, wait, I think it was.. Oreo..no, but I really want an Oreo, wait have you had one before? The cookie that’s popular in America. Two cookies and cream in the middle, that’s what I mean , but I think the birthday cake ones are the best….oh right! It was Orientation, I’m here for that, that’s it.” She recalled, snapping her fingers as it finally hit her, her conviction bouncing off the floor as her gaze never returned to the attendant. With Yamada having arrived and Freya seemingly had talked herself into quite the circle, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed, she wished one of her sisters were here. The two men looked at one another as the one she had been ranting, with the attendant shrugging his shoulders. Something about Oreo’s and orientation, that’s all I got.” He stated. Freya began to sweat bullets, what was she doing wrong that she wasn’t getting through to them.

The attendant named Yamada taps her in the shoulder to get her attention while Freya’s mind spiraled from the overstimulation. ”Ma’am, I’m pretty sure you’re looking for the receptionist desk, that’s by the main lobby entrance back towards that way.” He explains pointing in the direction behind her. Freya follows his finger, pointing in that direction in unison. ”Just keep heading toward to the right and you’ll be at the main entrance lobby. Reception will be happy to help, we’d escort you but it’s a busy day today with another show. I heard they had accidentally scheduled a show and first day talent were supposed to meet for their orientations. I’d see Takashi escort you but, we’re a bit occupied at the-.” ”No need-! I think I can find it…uh, thank you. For. Your time.” Freya stated slowly, as if rehearsing, in reality Freya had practiced many times to nail down a thankful appreciation for assurance.

The Rose turned and began to hurriedly put distance between her and the two attendants, this was definitely a little to overstimulating for her. Thankfully for some reason, she’d never experienced that in the ring. Working theory was that she was actually focused enough to tune it out until she was backstage, exhausted from the surge of noise and lights. She felt good about this though, maybe she could finally overcome those sensations with enough grit! Is what she was hoping for but as her gaze finally peeled from the floor, she was met with a wave of a crowd, swarming her from all sides. Her fingers fumble for her heads, something to drown out all this indistinct chatter, she loses focus; eyes shut; stepping away as she tries her best to avoid bumping into anyone before she finds a quiet recluse to ground her thoughts. Her back hits the structure behind her as she slumps, taking in a breath.

With her vision now clearing she looks about, now certain she was lost as the familiar decor and crowd had turned into a gray labyrinth of concrete and steel. ”Wha-but I was just…where am I supposed to go now?”She asked aloud, now completely lost in the bowels of LAW.
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Re: Lost Little Red Riding Hood (for killcarrion)

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...Traverse throughout the wilderness where winding paths intersect. Fortune favors the Grimalkin wandering beyond the unknown...



...Catastrophe stalks the wilting rose within the shadowed woods, petals shivering unless sheltered with patient guidance...



*...This is going to be a colossal waste of time. I just know it...*
Huffed exhales through flared nostrils accompanied Blake's rather succinct assessment as to whether she'll receive any actual fruits for her wandering labors. Fresh from a soothing shower that accompanied most all of her exercise regiments, Blake had just stepped through the dual glass doors of LAW's indoor training facility wearing her figure accentuating workout pants and sports bra. Tote bag strapped around her shoulder with the occasional sidestep to allow other wrestlers to enter and exit the facility behind her. Amber irises fixated on the exit doors leading to the parking lot and her stationed motorcycle within. A cherished mode of transportation and lone conveyance she'd typically be riding throughout the Tokyo city streets by now, winds billowing throughout her ebon hair as she contemplated what to cook for dinner tonight on her way home. Except whatever daily routine she'd adapted was circumvented by the divinations she'd read for herself early in the morning. Attuned to spiritual forces for as long as she could remember, Blake's sixth sense seemed insistent that she perform some Tarot card readings that were repeated inside of her subconscious no matter what exercise machine she was toiling upon...

"...*sigh*...Alright, let's just get this over with."
Blake shrugged her tote bag further into a locked position on her shoulder and proceeded to stroll in the exact opposite direction of the adjoining parking lot, sauntering into areas of the monolithic LAW building she'd have no feasible reason to explore on any given day. Appreciative that at the very least her premonitions weren't overtly incomprehensible or required much sleuthing to ascertain the meaning behind, as could sometimes be the case. As to whether or not aimlessly meandering throughout a bustling office building was exactly what the universe was instructing her to do...would remain to be determined. Blake figured the worst thing that could happen is that she gets hassled by the security guards for wandering into restricted sections, but she figured it'd be worth the momentary embarrassment if she managed to discover whatever her supposed fortune was~...Hopefully it would be of the monetary variety, such as a lavish purse returned to its rightful owner and subsequently rewarding Blake handsomely for her righteous morality. Or perhaps she'd collide with a mysterious, devilishly handsome businessman falling head over heels for her. Willing to whisk them to a sun-drenched paradise~...

Blake jostled her head out of the clouds, acknowledging that she needs to stop envisioning her life as one of her epic romance novels already. Instead focusing her attention on the swarms of young talent being shepherded throughout the labyrinthine facilities by tour guides bellowing explicit details about the accommodations LAW has to offer. They themselves making room for the clusters of athletes cavorting together alongside dutiful LAW trainers hustling down aisleways as well. Blake laying her back against the wall where portraits hung of numerous championship caliber talent LAW had produced, casting glances at the eager trainees passing her by in awe of their surroundings. Blake wondering if she actually looked that naive and gullible when she was the one being offered the same spiel on her first day, now continuing her trek and noticing security guards yammering into their radios about clearance checkpoints for tonight's show. Yeesh, someone must have screwed up royally to schedule orientations on the same day as live shows. But at least Blake had her explanation as to why LAW was certifiably popping today. The Shadowcat flapped her lips in begrudging acceptance that maybe she was better just heading back home rather than continue searching for whatever-

Whilst taking a casual stroll down a stairway, Blake cast her curious eyes upon a shivering figure sunken against the wall behind her and obviously on the cusp of form of internal meltdown. As if she was the eye of a storm with cataclysmic squalls surrounding a serene and peaceful epicenter. No one else giving the frightened newcomer the time of day as they passed by in unconcerned obliviousness. Cacophonous commotion and ratcheting clamor continued encroaching upon the cowering damsel...until a comforting hand was placed on her shoulder. "Hey, I'm Blake. Why don't you follow me over here for a second?" Blake requested with a demure smile and assuring words, guiding them both to a more secluded section of the hallway, far removed from the chaotic surroundings that may have been the source of the girl's anxiety. "Alright, you're with me now, okay? Why don't we take some deep breaths together?" Blake continued being a source of relaxation and peace as she breathed in unison with the stranger until she eventually collected herself. "Yeah, I never much liked those tour groups anyway...How are you doing? Feeling better?" Blake teasingly quipped as way of breaking the tension, standing upright with a hand on her curvaceous hip...
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