Thread: Bride of Kane (LadyAthene & Bibliomania)

Akane Imatsu The two-year mark of Akane working with the WWE was steadily approaching. Granted, it was more akin to an intern position over anything too professional. Nonetheless, it was greatly helping her out. Akane was stil in the midst of studying, hoping to earn a major in Psychology when she finished her university work. Now that she partook in a very 'on-the-move' job, her original college plans had shifted to online. But that was fine. They really were more convenient for a number of reasons. Whereas Kane had driven to the Mohegan Sun Arena, Akane opted to take the local bus. She stepped out, clad in her uniform , with a backpack lightly draped over her right shoulder. Her heels would click several times against the concrete ... and come to a stop as she quietly observed the scene briefly from behind a pillar. Ugh. Not a good way to start this day off, Akane thought, gripping on her lower lip as her mind began to race. Reaching down into the pocket of her coat, she pulled her cell phone out and confirmed a thought the young Asian had been afraid of. She was pressed for time, which meant a move would need to be made, and quickly. Direct confrontation would be borderline suicidal, especially with someone like Kane. It was no secret the past near - or had it already been a full one? - year had been especially rough for him. From the Matt Hardy and Lita incident to even the recent break-up and everything that had occurred in between, it was laughably simple for Akane to know why it'd be a very, very bad idea for her to take a more direct approach. ... Sill, she had to do something . Whoever was in that car would be in a world of hurt if Akane didn't take action. Her tongue lightly danced over her lips as the only right solution entered her head. Nodding to herself, Akane pivoted on her feet and resumed walking, keeping her pace normal. As if she'd never stopped and spied in the first place to help keep suspicion off of her. When she was far enough away - preferably inside the arena - she dialed the office. Hello? Yeah, you may wanna send some security officers over to the parking lot. Looks like there may be a physical confrontation soon between Kane and an unidentified individual. Yeah. Thank you, appreciate it. I'm already scheduled as it is ... otherwise I would have tried to defuse the situation myself. Thanks again. Bye. It wasn't necessarily her proudest moment - to opt being a snitch - but it really did feel like the best choice to make. And, sadly, another peek at her phone caused her to jog through the halls. Her phone was put back into her pocket, replaced with a set of keys. Akane stopped in front of a door - her office one, to be precise - and sighed in relief. At least her patient hadn't been waiting outside. Good. She didn't necessarily make being tardy a habit, but there had been a few times she'd found certain Superstars or Divas that saw her for medical, psychiatric - or both types - of aid waiting for her instead of vice versa. Hopefully that situation got handled - or will get taken care of soon enough ... she internally prayed, walking inside and sitting down in her chair. Since she doubled in how she could help others, there were several chairs, a sofa, and two cots. Three, unfortunately, would make the already somewhat small office even harder to walk around in. Let's see ... she murmured softly, pulling her planner out and reminding herself how her schedule would look for today.