Thread: Bride of Kane (LadyAthene & Bibliomania)

Akane Imatsu Fortunately for John, he didn't need many stitches. Still, he had to get them. Even if the duration was brief, he wasn't immune from the agony that he had to endure. Nonetheless, when Akane finished with the stitches, she was able to put everything away and produce two Aspirin. She smiled gently at him, placing the pills in his palm. If it keeps getting too persistent or worsens, I'd administer yourself to a hospital. Until then, take it easy. You should be well enough to fight next time you're booked. Perfect. Thanks, doc. Bowing his head politely, John strode out of Akane's office, closing the door behind him. Likely going to the nearest fountain to take the pills, if she had to guess. While he left, Akane remained silent for a few minutes. If there were any more last minute patients, she wasn't hearing them. Taking advantage of her solitude, she sat back in front of her laptop, placing her first aid kit on one of the few shelves attached to her desk. Emerald eyes scanned what she'd come up with for her notes thus far .... and resulted in her sighing. I don't know what I'm doiiiiiiiiig. Ugh! Her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back in the leather chair. This whole working on become a wrestler task was far more complicated tan any type of math she'd taken back in high school. Considering how evil she viewed geometry, that was saying something. Hmm .... The idea that entered Akane's head would require a bit of luck. However ... it was one of the best plans that entered her mind. She may not know what she was doing, but she did know people who held such knowledge. Feeling confident on what she wished to do by next week, Akane gathered her things, clutching them against her chest. A muffled yawn passed her lips as she re-locked her office and walked to the hotel she was temporarily residing at. 8th August, 2005 Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Mellon Arena 1245 PM Akane was strolling confidently through the streets of Pittsburgh, making her way eagerly to the arena for the next RAW show. Her wrist turned every so slightly, the time revealing she was still early. Good. With any luck, should arrive in about five or so ... she mentally planned ... quickening her pace just in case her calculations may be wrong. She was, once again, clad in her uniform -- which easily earned her quite a few stares from many people she walked by. But honestly? That wasn't new to Akane. It was something she learned to get used to. If it wasn't her attire, it tended to be her eyes or even the red streaks mingled in with her onyx locks. There was always something that caused heads to turn. But they were just that glances at her. At least no one ever resorted to any ... hasty measures. Or, for the few that did try to be that foolish ... well .... she took care of those culprits. Courtesy of some years in learning Aikido while she'd still lived in Kyoto. Stupid alarm, she muttered in annoyance to herself. Were it not for the fact she damn well nearly over-slept, Akane would have hailed a cab or taken the bus. Alas, her alarm she set on her phone failed to wake her up. It'd only been her internal alarm which allowed her to wake up at all. It was exactly why she was here in the streets, hurrying frantically to the Mellon Stadium. ... Should she be late, however, she opted to give Lita fair warning. She deserved that much. Pulling her cell phone out, she began quickly entering the following text. Lita, Sorry! Heading over now! Should arrive soon, but may be a bit late. I really am sorry. I promise though, we're otherwise still on for today's meeting. -Dr. Imatsu Her eyes did a swift scan before hitting Send when she felt satisfied with what Akane had put in. Her head quickly lifted as she concentrated on making her way to her destination - preferably on time, too.