Post by Nicole Starr on Feb 18, 2015 22:03:29 GMT -5
February 17th, 2015
Chicago, Illinois
Nicole Starr’s House
Rp #1
Rp #1
CATHERINE: “Are you sure about this, Ms. Hamilton?”
NICOLE STARR: “Positive. This is the right decision. It’s time...time to move on. It’s been hard enough as it is...it’s time. He wouldn’t want me moping around…”
Would he? I’m standing in my living room of my Chicago house looking directly at the woman in the fancy outfit who has been working on selling my house. Catherine was her name. Catherine has been a family friend for some time now, and she knew exactly what I was dealing with. The loss of anyone is hard...but you can either sit and sulk about it or move on with your life, trying to pick the pieces up. For me? I’ve always been one to fight. I’ve always tried to hide my emotions, and just go with the flow trying to act like nothing can bother me. This was all part of the healing and moving on process.
With this career especially, it is hard to let things bother you. You show one sign of weakness and people feed off that like feeding time at the zoo. As you look back up to Catherine, she’s staring down at you with a blank look.
CATHERINE: “And what do you plan on doing with...all his things? I assume you won’t be bringing them to the condo with you…”
NICOLE STARR: “I can’t. I was thinking storage or something. I can’t bring myself to get rid of them completely just yet, so I think storage would be the best thing to do.”
CATHERINE: “Nic...can I talk to you….as a friend? Not in a professional career point of view?”
NICOLE STARR: “I guess….”
CATHERINE: “Nic...what are you doing? Selling this house...the house in California you’re wanting to get an apartment instead...it’s like you’re trying to erase everything you two had. I know it’s hard and it hurts, but don’t you think you need to wait a little while longer and think about it?”
NICOLE STARR: “Do you know what it’s like coming home to an empty house every night being forced to look at the things that were once his? Do you know how it feels having to relive every single memory together in this house just trying to hold back the tears? Do you understand how it feels to wish and pray that maybe by some miracle he’ll come walking through that door with his cocky smirk saying it was all a sick cruel joke? I’ve spent time and time hurting and recovering. I’ve been in the shutdown mode and I’ve been in the depressed state. Now? I….I need to move on. I need to continue on with my life. I’m twenty-two years old, almost twenty-three. I can’t spend my life moping around. Like I said, he wouldn’t want that.”
You look up before sighing. Was moving on selfish? Living frozen in this moment was wrong. You couldn’t wait around for something that wouldn’t come. Especially with your career finally picking up. It was time for you to focus on Nicole….and what is best for her.
CATHERINE: “Nic, I don’t. I’m sorry...and you’re right. I just didn’t want you to regret it in the long run. But if this is what best for you...then I’ll support your decision. Have you had a chance to find a roommate or you doing this solo?”
NICOLE STARR: “I have, actually. She’s awesome...you’ll meet her eventually. But I need to make sure this is all settled with soon. I have a very busy weekend ahead of me this week. I have to be in Atlantic City on Saturday for an appearance then Sunday I have a one night only show in St. Louis…”
CATHERINE: “I heard about that match. Against Natasha Rose right?”
Sigh.
NICOLE STARR: “Indeed. This match has been a match in the making.”
And a match in the making it was. For quite some time now you’ve noticed on social media Natasha’s over confident self prancing around but there was just something about her you didn’t like. Well...okay more than one thing, but it wasn’t time to talk about her yet. The bottom line was that you were finally going to get your hands on her, and end hopefully shut this bitch up. She was like everybody else...a puppet. A puppet that needed to learn her place in the society of wrestling.
NICOLE STARR: “This match is calling for a lot of focus. Especially after what happened in my last match with Divine Supremacy, I need to come back from that loss. I’m just getting there in this profession. I mean, look at me competing in this match. In a company I’m not even a part of. This is a huge step for me. I need to make sure this housing situation and everything is settled before hand.”
CATHERINE: “Nicole, everything is going as planned. Listen, I need to head on out. I have another client, but I’ll call you in the morning. Maybe I can treat your new roommate and yourself to breakfast before the big move? I’ll see you around, Nikki.”
She kisses me on the cheek before heading out the door. As I stand alone, looking around the now empty house, my eyes scan the room. Memories dance through my head like a picture show, and the feeling of nerves hits my stomach like a powerful punch. It was time to move on and forward, living your life to the fullest.
You look around the room once more, before sliding out your phone. Smiling like a kid looking at your phone and a latest tweet sent to you, you shake your head before pressing your finger down on your phone, holding it up to your ear.
NICOLE STARR: “Laura! Okay...okay! I’ll tell you who he is when you get here! Just get here! We got a pizza party to go to! HURRY!”
You grin and hang up, before sliding the phone back down in your pocket. Laura was a girl that you had recently met and instantly became close with, forming a sister-like bond. With a huge match on your mind...tonight was your night to kick back and relax before having to focus on the weekend.
Ding dong..
That was quick…...
#ooc; It's not that good, I kinda changed a lot last minute D: My second one should be better
#ooc; It's not that good, I kinda changed a lot last minute D: My second one should be better