Post by Crymson on Dec 30, 2008 19:28:03 GMT -5
One good thing came out of her recent incarceration within a Chicago hospital. She was already IN Chicago, and nearby to the GCW Tower on Lake Shore Drive. That made Claire a little happier.
Only a little. Claire had heard from the insurance adjuster. Her car was a total loss. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes in the moments following the discussion. Her prized Camarro, it's aged frame was both a rarity and the driving force for her to have it. It's the first thing she'd bought with her championship winnings back in Ohio when she won the big belt. Fully restored, Grade-A, American muscle. Now, it was a twisted heap in a junkyard outside of town, the frame far too damaged to repair.
That was hours ago. A short hour before she was released from the hospital, a new emotion coming over her. The emotion of freedom, and elation, for once, for an incoming wrestling season.
Last year, her thoughts were simply this: She'd reached the top of the mountain, accomplished climbing on top of that pedestal some go their entire careers without seeing. All within her rookie year. So, 2008, she figures, she'd take it easy, enjoy herself, have a life, and well... not be in a gung-ho, must-kill-everybody-and-bury-them-if-they're-in-her-way mode. And, well, it made the first few weeks easy.
Until the losses piled up.
This year, hell, even being alive now, after her encounter with Cadavre, brought back the desire to get back to what she felt she was placed on this Earth to do. Perform. In front of millions and millions of people. To attain glories, share in them with fans and, hopefully, friends alike. Anything that doesn't involve being just a complete joke, once again.
She felt good about this year.
Still, weeks away from being at 100%, even with her accelerated healing, it couldn't keep the smile away from her face. The wind whipping harshly around, couldn't keep the smile from her face, as the mdwest was smacked around by the strangest swerves of winter, high wind storms following a freak heat wave day.
A smile that broadened as she looked up. Home. The front doorway of the GCW tower, when members of the roster were returning to their home for the year. "It's been too, too long..." she whispered softly. Her fingers ran through her whipping hair, before nervously clamping around the other hand. She'd spent much time on the run, unable to recognize the feeling of home, once again. It was something that was very real in front of her, something very real in the steps she was taking towards the door.
Only a little. Claire had heard from the insurance adjuster. Her car was a total loss. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes in the moments following the discussion. Her prized Camarro, it's aged frame was both a rarity and the driving force for her to have it. It's the first thing she'd bought with her championship winnings back in Ohio when she won the big belt. Fully restored, Grade-A, American muscle. Now, it was a twisted heap in a junkyard outside of town, the frame far too damaged to repair.
That was hours ago. A short hour before she was released from the hospital, a new emotion coming over her. The emotion of freedom, and elation, for once, for an incoming wrestling season.
Last year, her thoughts were simply this: She'd reached the top of the mountain, accomplished climbing on top of that pedestal some go their entire careers without seeing. All within her rookie year. So, 2008, she figures, she'd take it easy, enjoy herself, have a life, and well... not be in a gung-ho, must-kill-everybody-and-bury-them-if-they're-in-her-way mode. And, well, it made the first few weeks easy.
Until the losses piled up.
This year, hell, even being alive now, after her encounter with Cadavre, brought back the desire to get back to what she felt she was placed on this Earth to do. Perform. In front of millions and millions of people. To attain glories, share in them with fans and, hopefully, friends alike. Anything that doesn't involve being just a complete joke, once again.
She felt good about this year.
Still, weeks away from being at 100%, even with her accelerated healing, it couldn't keep the smile away from her face. The wind whipping harshly around, couldn't keep the smile from her face, as the mdwest was smacked around by the strangest swerves of winter, high wind storms following a freak heat wave day.
A smile that broadened as she looked up. Home. The front doorway of the GCW tower, when members of the roster were returning to their home for the year. "It's been too, too long..." she whispered softly. Her fingers ran through her whipping hair, before nervously clamping around the other hand. She'd spent much time on the run, unable to recognize the feeling of home, once again. It was something that was very real in front of her, something very real in the steps she was taking towards the door.
