Post by Nara Toshiro on Jun 15, 2014 2:43:23 GMT -5
-Itsumade sits silently on a bench outside the hotel, a small bag filled with chips, snacks and drinks at his side. He holds the small flip phone given to him by his sister and stares at it for a long silent moment before finally pressing the call button...-
*ring... ring... ring... ring...*
Lana: Hello?
Itsumade: Heru?
Lana: What? Who is this?
Itsumade: Heru... I am Itsumade.
Lana: Itsu-what? Sorry, I can barely understand you.
-He speaks a bit lounder.-
Itsumade: It is... Eat-Sue-Mah-Day.
Lana: What? Really? The wrestler guy?!
Itsumade: Hai... ano.... Yosh.
Lana: Oh my god! How are you? I watched your thing in Hawaii on an internet stream. It was awesome, congratulations!
Itsumade: Sank You... Itto wasu an importurentu day foru me.
-He suddenly found himself without anything to say and was almost tempted to just close the phone and pretend he had never called...-
Lana: When is your next match?
Itsumade: Ah... Mondaru... I wir be fightaru foru thur Intanetto Tireru.
Lana: The Internet title? That sounds like a big deal! I mean, between that and your contract thing from Hawaii, you're rocking it aren't you?
Itsumade: Hai... uh... I meano...yosh.
-He hears Lana's laugh come over the speaker.-
Lana: I know what 'hi' means atleast. It's yes, right?
Itsumade: Yosh.
Lana: It's funny talking to you. I can tell you're speaking English, but it's like it's just not quite right. It's almost like talking to an American with a mouth full of marbles.
Itsumade: Oh... ummm.. ano... umm... sorray?
Lana: Oh shit! No, I'm sorry- I just realized how fucked up and mean that sounded. You're trying and that should be all that matters. It's awesome that you're learning. It's easier to understand than that night your sister and you were drunk at my bar.
Itsumade: S-sank you? Thatta wassu an goodo nightoru.
Lana: Haha! It was interesting to say the least... so, your sister finally decided to give you my number? Or did you finally just get the courage to call it?
-Itsumade hesitated... American's were so weird in their customs. He wasn't sure if he was suppose to tell the truth or just the most appealing lie.-
Itsumade: Kimiko Onee-Sama, sheru gava me tha numbaru tonighto and torda me to callru.
Lana: And why did she tell you to call me?
Itsumade: I do notto knoru... sheru.... sheru saiddo thata she thoughta thata you riked me... ando woulddo rike me too...
Lana: Well she was right... and I'm glad you did.
Itsumade: Uhh... but... why?
Lana: You seem like an awesome, sweet guy. You're hard working, honest, loyal. I mean, you've only been in this country- what? 2 months? And you're already making a huge success of yourself. That's amazing and you should be proud! And Kimiko should be proud of you. Hell, I'm proud of you and I barely know you.
Itsumade: Heh... sank you, againno.
Lana: So, when are you coming back to Vegas?
Itsumade: I go whera tha showa goesa.
Lana: Well, let me know. I want to see you again and next time you better have atleast one of those big gold belts around your waist.
Itsumade: Haha... I... I wurr do my bestaru.
-He and Lana sat and shared a content silence over the phone for a few moments.-
Lana: You don't know many people here other than your sister, do you?
Itsumade: I havu rayre everu known otherarus.
Lana: Hmm.. well we're going to change that. You know me now... so I want you to call me Monday night after you win that belt okay?
Itsumade: Ok.
Lana: And whenever you are bored or your sick of your sister, okay?
-Itsumade smirked to himself.-
Itsumade: Ok.
Lana: And practice your English some more, okay?
Itsumade: Ok.
Lana: I got to get to work now though, so I gotta go. But enjoy yourself tonight, have some fun and make sure you win on Monday, okay?
Itsumade: Ha... yosh, ok.
Lana: Goodbye, Itsumade. Have a good night.
-Itsumade smiled as the phone's screen went dark as the call ended. He stared at it for a few moments longer before slowly slipping it into his pocket, standing and continuing on his journey to deliver Kimiko's Cheetos.-
*ring... ring... ring... ring...*
Lana: Hello?
Itsumade: Heru?
Lana: What? Who is this?
Itsumade: Heru... I am Itsumade.
Lana: Itsu-what? Sorry, I can barely understand you.
-He speaks a bit lounder.-
Itsumade: It is... Eat-Sue-Mah-Day.
Lana: What? Really? The wrestler guy?!
Itsumade: Hai... ano.... Yosh.
Lana: Oh my god! How are you? I watched your thing in Hawaii on an internet stream. It was awesome, congratulations!
Itsumade: Sank You... Itto wasu an importurentu day foru me.
-He suddenly found himself without anything to say and was almost tempted to just close the phone and pretend he had never called...-
Lana: When is your next match?
Itsumade: Ah... Mondaru... I wir be fightaru foru thur Intanetto Tireru.
Lana: The Internet title? That sounds like a big deal! I mean, between that and your contract thing from Hawaii, you're rocking it aren't you?
Itsumade: Hai... uh... I meano...yosh.
-He hears Lana's laugh come over the speaker.-
Lana: I know what 'hi' means atleast. It's yes, right?
Itsumade: Yosh.
Lana: It's funny talking to you. I can tell you're speaking English, but it's like it's just not quite right. It's almost like talking to an American with a mouth full of marbles.
Itsumade: Oh... ummm.. ano... umm... sorray?
Lana: Oh shit! No, I'm sorry- I just realized how fucked up and mean that sounded. You're trying and that should be all that matters. It's awesome that you're learning. It's easier to understand than that night your sister and you were drunk at my bar.
Itsumade: S-sank you? Thatta wassu an goodo nightoru.
Lana: Haha! It was interesting to say the least... so, your sister finally decided to give you my number? Or did you finally just get the courage to call it?
-Itsumade hesitated... American's were so weird in their customs. He wasn't sure if he was suppose to tell the truth or just the most appealing lie.-
Itsumade: Kimiko Onee-Sama, sheru gava me tha numbaru tonighto and torda me to callru.
Lana: And why did she tell you to call me?
Itsumade: I do notto knoru... sheru.... sheru saiddo thata she thoughta thata you riked me... ando woulddo rike me too...
Lana: Well she was right... and I'm glad you did.
Itsumade: Uhh... but... why?
Lana: You seem like an awesome, sweet guy. You're hard working, honest, loyal. I mean, you've only been in this country- what? 2 months? And you're already making a huge success of yourself. That's amazing and you should be proud! And Kimiko should be proud of you. Hell, I'm proud of you and I barely know you.
Itsumade: Heh... sank you, againno.
Lana: So, when are you coming back to Vegas?
Itsumade: I go whera tha showa goesa.
Lana: Well, let me know. I want to see you again and next time you better have atleast one of those big gold belts around your waist.
Itsumade: Haha... I... I wurr do my bestaru.
-He and Lana sat and shared a content silence over the phone for a few moments.-
Lana: You don't know many people here other than your sister, do you?
Itsumade: I havu rayre everu known otherarus.
Lana: Hmm.. well we're going to change that. You know me now... so I want you to call me Monday night after you win that belt okay?
Itsumade: Ok.
Lana: And whenever you are bored or your sick of your sister, okay?
-Itsumade smirked to himself.-
Itsumade: Ok.
Lana: And practice your English some more, okay?
Itsumade: Ok.
Lana: I got to get to work now though, so I gotta go. But enjoy yourself tonight, have some fun and make sure you win on Monday, okay?
Itsumade: Ha... yosh, ok.
Lana: Goodbye, Itsumade. Have a good night.
-Itsumade smiled as the phone's screen went dark as the call ended. He stared at it for a few moments longer before slowly slipping it into his pocket, standing and continuing on his journey to deliver Kimiko's Cheetos.-