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random_fic 205 words
Oct. 4th, 2006 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hardhitter_njCharacter name: Michael Jacob-Francis
Fandom: OC
Disclaimers warning: none
Challenge topic: Close your eyes; where are you?
Rating: pg
Word count: 205
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only – not for your character to use in game –unless agreed upon– which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta. ALL comments are considered meta- but he is available for specific in game rp -- if needed]
I am walked to the center of the ring and the ref guy has my hand in his. He’s raised it, while I, Michael Jacob-Francis, am announced the new Middleweight or Super Middleweight Champion of the world. My parents are there cheering me on and if I am lucky, my sister Maggie, no pun intended for those who know her issues with fortune and luck. My sponsors will be there, ready to tell me about any new deals coming my way and…yeah, sponsors, that would be nice, but right now, I am just working on breaking out of the amateur ranks.
That’s a feat and a half, you know, so until then, I got these gigs, I mean jobs. All kinds of jobs. Anything on the up and up that keeps my training paid for and a roof over my head. I suppose I could live with my parents, but naaah, I’ll rough it out across the street from them in my own studio apartment. A guy’s gotta do for himself . Am I right or what?
So when I open my eyes, here I am in front of one of Atlantic city’s finest hot dog stands. Don’t tell my trainer, all right?
All right.
Fandom: OC
Disclaimers warning: none
Challenge topic: Close your eyes; where are you?
Rating: pg
Word count: 205
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only – not for your character to use in game –unless agreed upon– which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta. ALL comments are considered meta- but he is available for specific in game rp -- if needed]
I am walked to the center of the ring and the ref guy has my hand in his. He’s raised it, while I, Michael Jacob-Francis, am announced the new Middleweight or Super Middleweight Champion of the world. My parents are there cheering me on and if I am lucky, my sister Maggie, no pun intended for those who know her issues with fortune and luck. My sponsors will be there, ready to tell me about any new deals coming my way and…yeah, sponsors, that would be nice, but right now, I am just working on breaking out of the amateur ranks.
That’s a feat and a half, you know, so until then, I got these gigs, I mean jobs. All kinds of jobs. Anything on the up and up that keeps my training paid for and a roof over my head. I suppose I could live with my parents, but naaah, I’ll rough it out across the street from them in my own studio apartment. A guy’s gotta do for himself . Am I right or what?
So when I open my eyes, here I am in front of one of Atlantic city’s finest hot dog stands. Don’t tell my trainer, all right?
All right.
