Thread: Against the Ropes [ Sigr & Captain Brandeau ]

Ayna fiddled with her phone a bit while waiting, although she wasn't big on social networking and the like, part of what gave her trouble not only connecting with people but also landing a much desired sponsorship that would help her with the expenses. Maybe once she had her first real fight that would be easier, at least the money part, as the other... just thinking about it soured her mood. Her mind wandered once more to the waiter, feeling that she had missed something making her turn and look towards the register, but he wasn't there anymore. Ayna sighed hungry and shook her head, it didn't matter, just some kind of odd thought, maybe he just reminded her of someone she knew, even if that was a quite reduced group. After hopping through her meager Facebook feed full of same old trite things and checking a couple of fighting news websites, Ayna sent a message to her parents about arriving late for dinner, as she wanted to train more during the afternoon. She didn't mind living with them, as they were lovely, but since college opportunities were limited and not very interesting, she wouldn't be able to afford a place of her own unless she started earning money with fights. The notion made her think of the underground scene once more. It was risky and it wasn't steady money, but it would help and it was awfully tempting, although it was perhaps more of a justification to get some action more than the cash itself. The arrival of the dishes at the hands of the waiter from before pulled her out of her reverie, although she was busier looking at the food itself more than at him. It all looked amazing and Ayna didn't seem the time to wolf on it, but as the waiter was still standing there she looked at him, feeling once more that tingle that he was a familiar face. Everything is fine, thanks she voiced, finding his wandering eyes a bit bolder than the usual people that ogled, but not eager to make a scene when she was so hungry. There was also something on how he said her name that made her feel as nostalgic as some of the food in front of her, but she couldn't quite guess why. Hmm? she hummed, curious at first as he whispered about her lack of memory, her face intimidating as he sat on front of her. Ayna's slate grey eyes shone cold as she examined him, and only the combination of his boldness and her curiosity prevented her from making a scene. U-uncle Vinny? Ayna whispered, her eyes widening at the reveal, ice melting as surprise painted her face. Vinny! the girl said, louder than what was polite indoors, getting up and picking him in a hug, almost lifting him off the chair. Ayna had enough sense to not do so, and soon returned to her chair, the unusual meeting pushing away any embarrassment about behaving like that in public. It's been so long... her eyes seemed to soften, although they didn't get wet, for a moment they seemed about to until Ayna tensed her jaw and seemed to rein her feelings in. You vanished after that she said, not wanting to talk about what caused his distancing. I missed you a lot, my parents did too, you didn't have to. They could have helped, they wanted to- she said, leaning back on her chair, knowing that talking about past deeds was of no use. Ayna cleared her throat with her coke, before continuing. They are fine, thanks for asking, although they can't help but worry Ayna said, a small smile on her face that seemed to illuminate her expression. Do you mind? I'm starving and I don't want for it to get cold she said, pointing to the food, taking a huge bite of the porchetta sandwich before talking again after a gulp. So tasty. I didn't recognize you Ayna said, not wanting to voice how much had he changed, although her memories were idealized. Although I guess that things just look different from this height she admitted, keeping her somewhat hasty eating pace, taking a few sips from the soup between sandwich bites. But as I said, I'm still a source of worry for them. They support my choices though Ayna nodded, noticing that Vinny lacked information. I'm a fighter now, Vin Ayna said with a confidence that could withstand a thousand blows, almost beaming. Or I'll be as soon as I'm nineteen, it's not far now she said, almost in defiance of anyone that would say otherwise.