In addition to my try-out match (which I just had, which was fun! Thanks Nic!) here's a writing sample, this was my last Hana Brightly role-play I wrote back in April:
Holding a hand towards her chest, Hana Brightly closes her eyes, her blonde bangs kissing her glittered eyelids as she took a deep, concise breath. This wasn't her first metaphoric rodeo, she had been to thousands upon thousands of anime conventions in the past. Each had their firsts, each had their moments and each had their low points but Hana Brightly was on the precipice of experiencing a pair of firsts she had never dreamed of achieving. The first was that Sakura-con 2013 had yet to disappoint her.
Every millisecond she experienced since stepping in line to get her name-tag had been blessed by the Convention Gods. Her cosplay should have been caught by the elevator by now, causing
Embarrassing Moment #1004, but yet every weary elevator experience caused no such moment! By now, she should have realized she packed the wrongly colored wig in her portrayal or Aerith Gainsborough, having mistakenly grabbed her pink wig for her �clair Farron cosplay, but apparently this wasn't Sakura-con 2012, otherwise known to Hana and her Twitter
followers Trolls as "Death-con." Hana Brightly learning from her mistakes? The world was obviously turning topsy-turvy, she did happen to win the first wrestling match of her storied almost-two year career at WFWF's Psycho Circus pre-show.
Yes, she was
pre-show talent. God forbid anyone actually pay their hard earned money to see a Hana Brightly match on pay-per-view. Absolute horror struck the internet when announcement broke that she was going to be contending for a legitimate championship that wasn't hastily put together with chewing gum and duct tape. Perhaps the talent she faced that faithful night were comprised of such material, how else would enhancement talent achieve any sort of success? Regardless, the world had indeed turned upside down when Hana Brightly was invited to meet a fellow convention attendee at his hotel room, which, feeling the moment, Hana somehow agreed too. Gulp.
She wasn't quite sure on the order of events. Perhaps it was a combination of a "winner's high" from her pre-show victory and the thriving beats of Japanese techno-music at the annual convention rave, but when Hana Brightly and the name-tag clad "Joe Tyme" met eyes, a vocaloid got her golden microphone. Was she aware of the completely ironic name of the person she was dancing with? Of course, but the name alone wasn't what attracted her to Joe Tyme to begin with. She had this affinity towards anyone who decided to drench their black, mid-length mane with hair-products, and anyone who wore sunglasses during a rave while also sporting a "I hate One Piece" skin tight t-shirt with erect boy-nipples made her want to glomp the person completely. Which...she did, and she wasn't regretting it until this very moment.
Holding up a fist, readying to knock, Hana wasn't quite sure of the proper protocol for this type of situation. She had never been invited into someone's hotel room for any type of situation before. Let alone a man's.
"No. No, I cannot do this." Just what laid behind the peephole of Red Lion room 404? Definitely not retro video-gaming. Letting her fist slink down, Hana again took a deep breath. She had stupidly allowed herself to believe that this was an invitation for some
innocent gaming, but deep-down, within the confines of every human's lustful mind, including Hana's, she knew she was just trying to shield herself from something more...
naughty."Sierra, hotel, India, echo, Lima, delta, I'm a good girl. I'm a good girl. I'm a good...girl." It was just minutes after midnight, and while Hana Brightly was strange, she wasn't "Late Night Con-Goer" strange. She absolutely held no interest in allowing her very private anime interests become public knowledge. There was time for everything, and that type of art was well reserved for private affairs. Such affairs weren't about to happen, especially with Joe Tyme.
"Yes...we're not slipping up! We're going, going now!" Keeping herself in tact, Hana sighed of relief as she turned herself around to lea-
Creak.
No. No. That definitely wasn't the door to Joe Tyme's room. It wasn't. Stopping, freeze-frame, Hana held her breath and tried not to breathe. Being completely still and not breathing is prime stealth, especially in a hall way according to Hana Brightly. It was definitely the method she used when whenever she dared to sit through Metal Gear. If only there was a nearby pole, she could have "Scooby Dooed" it! Her lips pursing white, she thought to herself,
"Really Raggy?""Hana?"DO NOT SAY A WORD.
"Hana Brighty?"Loudly Hana sighed, and then quickly turned around, as if she was suddenly put into fast-forward.
"Thaaaaaaaat's me!" Using her thumb, she pointed at herself, smiling with a bit lip. The hallway lighting was either magical, or the alleged "Joe Tyme" held properties to make himself look even more attractive in normal lighting. Even more, he now wore a "I heart Kyoto Animation
(Except for Endless Eight and Lucky Star)" t-shirt, and she didn't know it was possible, but his boy-nipples seemed even more erect then they were at the rave. Her cheeks flushed red as she tried to turn her attention to the empty bucket of ice tucked underneath his arm.
"You can say Joe was...just in Tyme as he went outside to simply retrieve some ice."Hana held a soft spot for self-narration and horrible puns. She mentally nose bled as Joe reverted back to his normal voice, CSI:Miami playing loudly on his television.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he said while whipping back his beautifully black and shiny bangs.
"'Joe Tyme' is just my internet-name for my Lets Play videos on YouTube, they love when Joe talks like this." His sunglasses hung on the collar of his t-shirt, revealing a glimpse his moderate chest hair. Hana was trying with all her might not to stare at his man-cleavage, and take notice of how apparent his chest hair was through the indents on his t-shirt.
"That's hairy cool," realizing what she just did, Hana purposely coughed and sniffled. Coughs normally came with the sniffles, right?
"Really, cool. Your t-shirt collection is amazing, by the way." Turning attention to his wardrobe, good one Hana!
"Thanks! Endless Eight though, waste of time, right?" Joe began to walk down the hallway, his gravitational pull was strong, and Hana was undoubtedly his moon; changing the tides behind his zipper.
"I understand the love for Haruhi, and I understand the need to keep true to the manga, but c'mon dude. I could've lived with four!""But eight?! TOOOOOOOO MUCH." She just completed his thought, and she noticed his smile (which was perfect.) Hana had convinced herself that she had outgrown bishies. Nothing but a high school fad, but Joe Tyme was the living embodiment of Tuxedo Mask, Mikoto Yutaka, and Izaya Orihara combined into one...
WITH CHEST HAIR. She had never fallen for anyone before, she could feel herself sink deeper and deeper into his perfectly formulated web. He must've just taken a shower too, his green apple scented shampoo was pleasantly filling the air.
"And other than the music, I can live happily in a universe where Lucky Star ceased to exist. The forum signatures with Konata doing the '=w=' face have gone well past its intended hilarity." She wasn't even sure if she was speaking correctly, but Hana felt this sudden desire to sound intelligent. Like her life
depended on it.
"Most viewers probably don't even understand three-quarters of its references. They just watch it because it's 'kawaii', and everyone else has seen it, it's annoying as hell!" Reaching the ice machine, Joe presented Hana with the honors of pressing the button, which she took graciously. They were close, like,
really close, and slight awkwardness made its dreadful appearance as the insanely loud ice machine made it somewhat impossible to hold a conversation. The ice would stop if Hana let go of the button, but all she could do was pay attention his light forearm hair, it didn't help matters.
"Y'know...I was afraid to say this a couple hours ago..."Uh-oh. That sentence was enough to distract Hana. Never in her life had it ended well. Smiling weakly, she stopped pressing the button, hoping the sudden silence would make Joe feel more comfortable.
"Maybe you should put on your sunglasses, no one sounds or looks afraid wearing sunglasses, especially indoors." A boast of confidence maybe would keep their discussion from turning dire.
"And so Joe Tyme took the advice of his female companion, and equipped his charisma-enhancing dark sunglasses." That one conveyed a bit of Connery as Joe smirked over his new protected vision. Luckily, Hana couldn't tell he looked away, trying to hide his shame.
"So...my favorite wrestlers are Joe Bishop and Justin Tyme...I know what you do, when you glomped me at the rave, I was both conflicted and surprised, but you're just...so freakin' cool, I just had to take the chance to personally meet the Hana Brig--"GLOMP!
Hana Brightly couldn't contain herself any longer. This person, this beautiful hairy person was everything. Everything she had ever dreamed of meeting when she met "the" person she was meant to be with. They shared similar anime interests, they both liked professional wrestling, but even more, he knew her! Joe Tyme knew what she did. That, to Hana Brightly, meant more than anime, meant more than wrestling, and she didn't care what any passerby would think when they saw her glomping Joe Tyme next to the ice machine. Hana Brightly was one of those strange late night con-goers, and she wasn't about to hide it from anyone.
On the ground, she began to run her hands through his apple-scented hair, allowing the aroma to sink into the tips of her finger nails as she gave Joe her sincerest smile, sitting across his stomach, legs spread.
"Sorry," she said the word, but her face didn't show any sign of shame,
"I can lose myself...like the Eminem song." Why would she say that? Regardless, Hana didn't care, or feel like rephrasing herself as began to breathe at an alarming rate.
"Don't worry about it." Joe wasn't quite sure what was happening was reality, but he had the level head to know that the hallway probably wasn't the best location. The rug wasn't entirely comfortable.
"We should probabl--""Race you!" Allowing herself the head start, Hana raced into Joe's hotel room, unable to contain herself from laughing as he was just seconds behind her. It was stupid, she didn't even know his actual name, but that didn't seem to matter as Joe slammed the door behind her, his shirt magically unequipped without the need to head into a pause menu. Hana however, paused for a second as she pulled herself closer to Joe, bringing down a strap of her dress, exposing a single bra-strap. Caressing his chest with an index finger, tangling it, she smiled before looking deeply into his gaze,
"Pro strats.""It's Joe Tyme." The narration broke any barriers Hana may have had as their lips met, the couple feeling the electricity of their paired embrace.
"How did you know I liked strawberries?""Who doesn't love Ichigo Mashimaro?" Her dress fell to the floor as Joe took care of the second strap, exposing Hana's serious lack of a traditional wrestling-figure. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she then dove in for another kiss as her arms silently made their way around the waist of jeans; her fingers tracing to the front of them.
"I usually close my eyes during these types of scenes," truthfully, Hana "secretly" re-watched any scenes she shielded herself from, so what was coming wasn't
completely alien to her,
"...so, any assistance is greatly appreciated.""Joe Tyme, always there when a friend's in need, proudly dropped his own pants." They quickly shared a small laugh as Hana slid off her first pair of panties before leaping and wrapping her legs around Joe's wai--
"GET OFF!"Wedging his arms between them, Joe forced Hana off of him, a mixed expression of both horror and anger on his face as he just as quickly looked away, turning his back to her. Crossing his arms, he couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Get your things and leave. Leave." His chest heaving, he didn't know what to do. Seeing his One Piece shirt from earlier that evening, he hastily put it on, as if it was wiping away what had just happened.
"What?" Hana fell roughly onto the floor, completely dumbfounded over what was happening. What? What did she do?
"Jo-""LEAVE." Seeing her dress on the floor, Joe angrily snagged it, turned around and launched towards her face before darting for the bathroom.
"Wh--""JUST LEAVE YOU SICK FREAK!"The bathroom door slammed as Hana was left alone in the main room. Everything...it changed so suddenly. Did he not know?
"But...he said...'I know'--no." Realization just hit her. She assumed...Hana assumed that, no. Wobbling back onto her feet, using the bed next to her to support her, Hana slipped back on her dress and paused, staring at the bathroom door for a second. It was perfect, now could something so perfect end such the opposite? There wasn't a point to console. Wiping a hand across her cheek, Hana suddenly realized she had been crying.
"Embarrassing moment #1004."She left the room.
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Texas. Yup.
Dallas, Texas. It wasn't Seattle, in fact it was pretty much the opposite. However, Hana's feelings from Easter weekend hadn't changed. She may have been in engulfed in an arid atmosphere, families of cactus saluting her as she sat silently in the backseat, but regardless of that, it still felt like the last day of Sakura-con. It probably didn't help that her wrestling attire was pretty much cosplay, just with combat-influenced foot-gear. This week? She was pulling Emilia Percival from SEGA's Phantasy Star Portable 2, though a yellow and pink alternate.
She had been dressing and apply her wrestling gear in her hotel room. It was just a force of habit from her convention adventures and she never felt quite comfortable dressing and undressing in front of her wrestling colleagues. The looks she got from her cab-driver, the people around her, and even fellow wrestlers weren't anything she was already used too. The expression on Joe Tyme's face however, and his body language; it wasn't something she could shake off. It was haunting her, plaguing her every movement. Phone cuffed tightly into her hand, she brought it towards her face and looked at it.
It wasn't difficult to browse YouTube and search "Joe Tyme." Hana was torturing herself, but she couldn't help but look him up and listen to his voice. It was so energetic, full of positivity, and his occasional WFWF references made her regrettably smile, even if it they usually were about Justin Tyme and Joe Bishop; both her opponents later this evening. She had watched all of his latest videos, all but one.
"My Sakura-Con 2013 Experience! =w="
Loudly sighing, she closed her eyes and pressed play just as the cab rolled up to the arena.
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"He didn't mention me."
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