Post by orioncayge on Jul 23, 2023 17:30:38 GMT 9
Somewhere, in a dimly lit room, an dingy alarm clock strikes 3PM and begins to shriek like a digital banshee.
Just like that, Orion Hunter Cayge is woken from his slumber, bloodshot eyes snapping open as his consciousness flutters back to the surface. "MOTHERFUCKER!" The word leaves his lips in a loud declaration of exasperation as he attempts to roll out of his sweat soaked bed. The fighter tumbled to the floor, his sheets following suit, clinging desperately to his sweat soaked body like a desperate lover. The floor rises up to meet him swiftly, and in his drowsy state his catlike reflexes fail to kick in, face meets shag carpet, more swearing ensued.
And so the morni- er, afternoon ritual of awakening continues it's streak.
Yawning, the young man would pick himself off the floor and begin to stretch. First arms would be raised upwards to the sky, his right hand grabbing his left wrist and pulling upwards and he let his upper body loosen up. Then he would double over and touch his toes, his back cracking slightly as vertebrae realigned from his dogshit sleeping posture. Too much time spent in bed, either sleeping, or more recently in Deep Dive, had begun to take it's toll on his normally athletic body. While subtle, he'd begun to notice a loss of flexibility, general achiness, and the slow creep of chub trying to cluster around his normally cut physique.
That wouldn't do.
But for the moment, that was a problem for a future Orion, one who had gone through the motions of shitting, showering, and shaving. After that he would probably try and cop a meal somewhere, maybe smoke a cigarette, get some caffeine in him, and then he could worry about the negative impact his hobbies and profession were having on his body.
Priorities.
Once ligaments were sufficiently loosened, the languid luchadore lumbered into the small bathroom adjoining his small room, pausing only to retrieve his phone from it's perch where it'd spent the night recharging. In one fluid motion he plopped down upon the porcelain throne and reached to his left where the knob for the shower was, cranking it swiftly to produce cold water. With his shower ready to hop into, Orion went to work scrolling through the various alerts and notifications on his phone whilst he uh...
Liquidated some assets.
Nothing much to note, a few @s on twitter, mostly referring to some of his recent fights or future fights, or people shitposting about a clip or two that were circling around the net. Hydance had dropped a tweet hyping up the raid that was taking place tomorrow with the silhouette of Zapdos framed in a flash of lightning. His stomach dropped a bit, world events like this tended to be exciting, but they could be all sorts of things and tended to suck the energy out of him. They also hurt like a motherfucker when he dove headfirst in, so he imagined he would be spending the next few days sore.
Better to change his headspace.
Next he moved through insta, which wasn't much to write home about. Couple cousins flexing with guns or cash like fucking morons, a few pics of Bryan Nautilus and other members of the Hydance dev team hard at work drinking coffee, another picture of Zapdos, and...ooh, what was this?
His ex had posted a mirror selfie of her in a tight red dress, the type that clung to all the right places as she struck a flirty pose. The caption read "Felt cute, might go get drinks at Macs tonight." Without thinking Orion's thumb danced over the like button, lighting a beacon that was probably a bad idea. Him and Brinda had been on again and off again since he was thirteen, and well the last year had been the longest they'd been off for a while. He was stubborn, she had objections about his tendency to fight, it was a bad mix that led to hurt feelings and bitter memories. Something best left in the past, but here he was staring at a picture of her and getting those stupid fucking ideas dancing across his head. Maybe they could work things out, maybe he would listen to her this time and find a different source of income, or maybe she was okay if he could explain himself.
Maybe he would-
Orion paused, blinking as he found himself halfway through composing a text to her. "Drinks Tonight?" He stared at the words for a moment, unsure of how he'd even gotten this far without thinking about it. For two words they sure as fuck seemed to carry an asinine amount of weight with them, and Orion couldn't help but wonder what the right play was? Did he backpedal now and spare himself some potential heartbreak? Or did he hit send and let lady luck do the decision making?
With a sigh, he his thumb hit send, and in one fluid motion he would set his phone aside and wrap up his business. He had a shower to hop into, and a day to start. He'd see where that play took him if she bothered to reply.
Just like that, Orion Hunter Cayge is woken from his slumber, bloodshot eyes snapping open as his consciousness flutters back to the surface. "MOTHERFUCKER!" The word leaves his lips in a loud declaration of exasperation as he attempts to roll out of his sweat soaked bed. The fighter tumbled to the floor, his sheets following suit, clinging desperately to his sweat soaked body like a desperate lover. The floor rises up to meet him swiftly, and in his drowsy state his catlike reflexes fail to kick in, face meets shag carpet, more swearing ensued.
And so the morni- er, afternoon ritual of awakening continues it's streak.
Yawning, the young man would pick himself off the floor and begin to stretch. First arms would be raised upwards to the sky, his right hand grabbing his left wrist and pulling upwards and he let his upper body loosen up. Then he would double over and touch his toes, his back cracking slightly as vertebrae realigned from his dogshit sleeping posture. Too much time spent in bed, either sleeping, or more recently in Deep Dive, had begun to take it's toll on his normally athletic body. While subtle, he'd begun to notice a loss of flexibility, general achiness, and the slow creep of chub trying to cluster around his normally cut physique.
That wouldn't do.
But for the moment, that was a problem for a future Orion, one who had gone through the motions of shitting, showering, and shaving. After that he would probably try and cop a meal somewhere, maybe smoke a cigarette, get some caffeine in him, and then he could worry about the negative impact his hobbies and profession were having on his body.
Priorities.
Once ligaments were sufficiently loosened, the languid luchadore lumbered into the small bathroom adjoining his small room, pausing only to retrieve his phone from it's perch where it'd spent the night recharging. In one fluid motion he plopped down upon the porcelain throne and reached to his left where the knob for the shower was, cranking it swiftly to produce cold water. With his shower ready to hop into, Orion went to work scrolling through the various alerts and notifications on his phone whilst he uh...
Liquidated some assets.
Nothing much to note, a few @s on twitter, mostly referring to some of his recent fights or future fights, or people shitposting about a clip or two that were circling around the net. Hydance had dropped a tweet hyping up the raid that was taking place tomorrow with the silhouette of Zapdos framed in a flash of lightning. His stomach dropped a bit, world events like this tended to be exciting, but they could be all sorts of things and tended to suck the energy out of him. They also hurt like a motherfucker when he dove headfirst in, so he imagined he would be spending the next few days sore.
Better to change his headspace.
Next he moved through insta, which wasn't much to write home about. Couple cousins flexing with guns or cash like fucking morons, a few pics of Bryan Nautilus and other members of the Hydance dev team hard at work drinking coffee, another picture of Zapdos, and...ooh, what was this?
His ex had posted a mirror selfie of her in a tight red dress, the type that clung to all the right places as she struck a flirty pose. The caption read "Felt cute, might go get drinks at Macs tonight." Without thinking Orion's thumb danced over the like button, lighting a beacon that was probably a bad idea. Him and Brinda had been on again and off again since he was thirteen, and well the last year had been the longest they'd been off for a while. He was stubborn, she had objections about his tendency to fight, it was a bad mix that led to hurt feelings and bitter memories. Something best left in the past, but here he was staring at a picture of her and getting those stupid fucking ideas dancing across his head. Maybe they could work things out, maybe he would listen to her this time and find a different source of income, or maybe she was okay if he could explain himself.
Maybe he would-
Orion paused, blinking as he found himself halfway through composing a text to her. "Drinks Tonight?" He stared at the words for a moment, unsure of how he'd even gotten this far without thinking about it. For two words they sure as fuck seemed to carry an asinine amount of weight with them, and Orion couldn't help but wonder what the right play was? Did he backpedal now and spare himself some potential heartbreak? Or did he hit send and let lady luck do the decision making?
With a sigh, he his thumb hit send, and in one fluid motion he would set his phone aside and wrap up his business. He had a shower to hop into, and a day to start. He'd see where that play took him if she bothered to reply.