05-22-2007, 01:19 AM
OOC: Followed from this thread
The Life and Times of Bulma Briefs
It was a dejavu of last year?s signups, as the paparazzi rushed towards the beautiful young woman like a pack of scavenging vultures. ?Doctor Brief?s, is the war over?? She walked on straight, not even bothering to pay any camera or anything to do with the pack of long necked birds any attention. ?Where did you get that fabulous outfit?? How ironic that she did not intend to answer them, but all of a sudden when the topic came to fashion, she would gladly respond. ?My former mentor made it for me,? she replied, turning around, and then proudly turning back, continuing her destination towards the short queue of warriors. Most people had already signed up.
The annoying group of people continued to follow. ?Listen and listen good. I?m not here to answer anymore questions. I?m here to fight and win, simple.? Still they pounded with questions. Taking matters into her own hands, she used her spiritual energy to cause every camera to break. Again, a dejavu of last year?s event.
?What happened?? came a bundle of voices. Problem solved. That was enough to keep them all occupied. Now they would leave her be.
Her time had finally come, once again. ?Your name?? asked the male attendant.
?I find it very insulting that you do not know my name.?
?Oh that?s right, you?re Bulma Brief?s.? The woman raised her eyebrow, a traditional trait of hers to show irritation, or more often, when she was about to make a witty remark. How dense could a member of staff be though? ?Another Brief?s signed up earlier. She goes by the name of Bra Brief?s. You resemble each other greatly. Family no doubt.?
?Yes.?
?Your daughter??
?Yes.?
?I bet you can?t wait to ally up with her if you make it.?
?You mean when I make it, you nitwit. How dare you bring that kind of insult upon me. Do you have any idea who I am or what I?m capable of doing??
?Uh-uh-uh, I?m sorry ma?am,? he said, humbly.
?Do you have a speech impediment?? she asked, in response to his stuttering.
?No ma?am. Sorry ma?am. I just wanted to know??
? If I enter, I will kill her.?
?Oh...I thought you?d want to ally up with your daughter, that?s all. It?s not as if the deaths are real anyway.?
?Real or fake, I don?t care. I almost killed my own mother earlier on and I had no regrets. Anymore questions you?d like to ask concerning the girl? Or should I discuss my mother with you?? He had no more questions on that topic, only stared at the woman in horror. What kind of human being was she? He gulped and then proceeded to further questions, hairy legs wobbling under his desk. She looked down underneath, the realisation brought a smile to her face. ?Did you wet yourself??
?No ma?am.?
?Are you potty trained??
?Yes ma?am. I mean no ma?am.? He had just realised it was a trick question, falling into her trap.
?Age?? he asked, timorously.
?Thirty-three.? He refrained from telling her how young she looked for her age, for safety precautions. The Bulma he had heard about was kind hearted and warm, not sinister and a bully, like the woman before him. The woman before him would kill her own family. He shuddered.
?Um, follow the booth behind me, it is-?
?I can take it from here,? she told him, and then made her way to the booth. The photogenic girl gave a natural, good pose, as she was snapped. The picture was perfect, as usual.
?You?re a natural,? the French photographer told her. ?Oh wee, I remember you from last year. You?re,? he said, snapping his fingers, ?fabulous. And that outfit, classy.?
?Why thank you,? she smiled.
?I?ll need to see a sample of your fighting skills,? said another voice, a more masculine tone.
?I?ll try out my newest technique,? she replied stepping out the booth with the chubby man. Raising a palm above her, she formed a tennis-sized ball of light. It rose up into the sky, and then suddenly expanded. ?The sun!? a voice yelled out.
?Not quite,? she answered, taking off towards the light source. Once she positioned herself in front of it, she placed her hands by the sides of her face, spreading her fingers apart. ?SOLAR FLARE!? she roared out. The highly concentrated amount of light, blinded everyone in the signups area. She laughed heavily, due to their screams of, ?my eyes!? others yelling, ?oh it burns!?
?Should have closed your eyes. Oh wait, I didn?t warn them,? she let out, knowing full well she had no intentions of forewarning anyone.
OOC: 5th rp today. A new record. =D
The Life and Times of Bulma Briefs
It was a dejavu of last year?s signups, as the paparazzi rushed towards the beautiful young woman like a pack of scavenging vultures. ?Doctor Brief?s, is the war over?? She walked on straight, not even bothering to pay any camera or anything to do with the pack of long necked birds any attention. ?Where did you get that fabulous outfit?? How ironic that she did not intend to answer them, but all of a sudden when the topic came to fashion, she would gladly respond. ?My former mentor made it for me,? she replied, turning around, and then proudly turning back, continuing her destination towards the short queue of warriors. Most people had already signed up.
The annoying group of people continued to follow. ?Listen and listen good. I?m not here to answer anymore questions. I?m here to fight and win, simple.? Still they pounded with questions. Taking matters into her own hands, she used her spiritual energy to cause every camera to break. Again, a dejavu of last year?s event.
?What happened?? came a bundle of voices. Problem solved. That was enough to keep them all occupied. Now they would leave her be.
Her time had finally come, once again. ?Your name?? asked the male attendant.
?I find it very insulting that you do not know my name.?
?Oh that?s right, you?re Bulma Brief?s.? The woman raised her eyebrow, a traditional trait of hers to show irritation, or more often, when she was about to make a witty remark. How dense could a member of staff be though? ?Another Brief?s signed up earlier. She goes by the name of Bra Brief?s. You resemble each other greatly. Family no doubt.?
?Yes.?
?Your daughter??
?Yes.?
?I bet you can?t wait to ally up with her if you make it.?
?You mean when I make it, you nitwit. How dare you bring that kind of insult upon me. Do you have any idea who I am or what I?m capable of doing??
?Uh-uh-uh, I?m sorry ma?am,? he said, humbly.
?Do you have a speech impediment?? she asked, in response to his stuttering.
?No ma?am. Sorry ma?am. I just wanted to know??
? If I enter, I will kill her.?
?Oh...I thought you?d want to ally up with your daughter, that?s all. It?s not as if the deaths are real anyway.?
?Real or fake, I don?t care. I almost killed my own mother earlier on and I had no regrets. Anymore questions you?d like to ask concerning the girl? Or should I discuss my mother with you?? He had no more questions on that topic, only stared at the woman in horror. What kind of human being was she? He gulped and then proceeded to further questions, hairy legs wobbling under his desk. She looked down underneath, the realisation brought a smile to her face. ?Did you wet yourself??
?No ma?am.?
?Are you potty trained??
?Yes ma?am. I mean no ma?am.? He had just realised it was a trick question, falling into her trap.
?Age?? he asked, timorously.
?Thirty-three.? He refrained from telling her how young she looked for her age, for safety precautions. The Bulma he had heard about was kind hearted and warm, not sinister and a bully, like the woman before him. The woman before him would kill her own family. He shuddered.
?Um, follow the booth behind me, it is-?
?I can take it from here,? she told him, and then made her way to the booth. The photogenic girl gave a natural, good pose, as she was snapped. The picture was perfect, as usual.
?You?re a natural,? the French photographer told her. ?Oh wee, I remember you from last year. You?re,? he said, snapping his fingers, ?fabulous. And that outfit, classy.?
?Why thank you,? she smiled.
?I?ll need to see a sample of your fighting skills,? said another voice, a more masculine tone.
?I?ll try out my newest technique,? she replied stepping out the booth with the chubby man. Raising a palm above her, she formed a tennis-sized ball of light. It rose up into the sky, and then suddenly expanded. ?The sun!? a voice yelled out.
?Not quite,? she answered, taking off towards the light source. Once she positioned herself in front of it, she placed her hands by the sides of her face, spreading her fingers apart. ?SOLAR FLARE!? she roared out. The highly concentrated amount of light, blinded everyone in the signups area. She laughed heavily, due to their screams of, ?my eyes!? others yelling, ?oh it burns!?
?Should have closed your eyes. Oh wait, I didn?t warn them,? she let out, knowing full well she had no intentions of forewarning anyone.
OOC: 5th rp today. A new record. =D