Post by Dragon on Dec 1, 2016 9:06:45 GMT -5
Location: Boston, MA
Date: 11/29/16
Time: 10:15 A.M.
Date: 11/29/16
Time: 10:15 A.M.
With his teacher out training for the rest of the week, Hanzo found himself pretty much by himself and left alone to train by himself in Boston since Storms seemed pretty focus going into Sunday. He couldn't contact Nakazo since he flew back to Japan for the time being to return to work, but he did promise that he would be back sometime during the middle of next year. Hanzo was thankful to at least have a place to crash on the East Coast thanks to Storms being the Boston native, but all that was left...............do something to pass the time. He could train for the time being, but he felt like he needed a break for once. Sitting on the couch, he flips through the channels, searching for something to keep him entertained. Nothing seemed to really intrigue him, although he caught himself listening to the news for a solid five minutes before continue his surf of the channels. Giving up on his search, he flips the remote out of his hand onto the couch, slouching down in his seat.
"Man, this is so boring. There's literally nothing to do around here for the time being. It's cold as hell outside, and there's no way I could get some real training in without Storms' advice. Freakin' hell man......"
Slowly pulling himself up from his seat, he walks over to the nearby window, staring down at the city streets below. Cars piled up at intersections, the intense honking of city drivers with the occasional pedestrian shouting that classic quote from Midnight Cowboy: "I'm walkin' here!" Drawing back the curtain, he looks around at the living room space before hanging his head down.
"I guess I might as well check out the city for something."
Rolling his shoulders and neck around, he exits the shot and the sound of a door opening and closing is audibly heard as he exits the apartment space.
Time: 12:05 P.M.
The street was louder than what he thought. It was almost similar to his hometown of Ichihara where the streets were always bustling, but the streets here in Boston were more open, rather than cramped and crowded where it was almost near impossible to cross the busy stream of city folk. Here in Boston, that actually seemed possibly to cut through the throngs of people that crowded the side walks in order to reach one's destination quicker. For Hanzo, it was easy for him to slip in and out of the crowd as he had done it multiple times during his street years. Strolling around the city, he eventually found himself down by the harbor where it was rather quiet, except for the few seagulls that occasionally flew over head, but all seemed well. For Hanzo, it had been years since he last found himself by a harbor. Back in Ichihara, he could remember vividly the day where it was him, Kat, Zayasu, and Erika had all decided to grab food that night. Everyone had been feeling for seafood since it was summer at the time and there was a decent place along the harbor where they settled for the night. Yet, something else stuck to his mind. He couldn't stop staring at Erika through out the rest of the night. He wasn't sure if it's because he saw something on her that he couldn't stop looking at, or if it was something else that sat deeper in his emotions. Regardless, he snapped himself back to reality where his gaze was still cast on the waters of the harbor.
A noise bellowed from him as he looked down at his stomach, and he realized that he really hadn't eaten at all. Walking along the brick road, he stopped at the nearest seafood restaurant where the pricing was actually pretty cheap. Sitting himself at the bar, the order came to and was sat in front of him: red lobster with coleslaw on the side. While the combination might have seemed odd, it actually tasted pretty good to him. The taste, however, most certainly reminded him of Kat's cooking back in Ichihara. Whenever it was spring or summer, Kat always seemed to have plenty of seafood to cook up and the taste that each food item had was phenomenal, and the very food that Hanzo was eating was not only hitting his palette in good ways, but also striking his heart in mixed feelings. Finishing his small meal, he left the payment on the table before heading out on his way. Walking his way back towards the heart of the city did he come across the gym that he and Storms had been training at the past week. He felt the urge to pop in real quick to see if Storms was still there training, but he also felt a resistance to stay out of his mentor's way for the time being. Curiosity took over him, and soon enough he found himself inside the gym. The inside was relatively quiet, but it always was that way, at least according to Storms when they first started training.
Trekking further inside, the grunts of someone could faintly be heard. Pacing towards the source of the noise, Hanzo eventually came face to face with his mentor, who was currently lifting dumbbells on one of the nearby benches. Seating himself some distance away, he continued to eye his coach.
"What do you want Hanzo?"
The fact Storms even detected his presence amazed him as he scooted closer to Storms.
"Just checking is all. I was bored, so I just took a walk around the city."
"Anything interesting you found?"
"Seafood that reminded me of one of my buddies back in Ichihara."
Dropping the dumbbells at his feet, Storms rested his arms in his lap. He cast his gaze to the floor, searching for a response.
"Hanzo, if you miss them that bad, I could easily arrange for them to come here and watch a few shows. After this show in New York, we'll pretty much be back here in Mass for the second one. They wouldn't have to travel much."
"I know, but I wouldn't want someone to go through all that trouble of just paying for their flight and then helping them find a hotel to stay in."
"Hey, it's your call."
"Perhaps someday. If there's ever a show in California I'll call them up."
Pushing himself up off the ground, he dusted himself before turning back towards the entrance.
"Remember your training for this Sunday, Hanzo. We both got huge matches to push through."
"Aye, that we do."
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he paces right out of the shot, leaving Storms to himself as he leans back up against the wall.
Time: 5:20 P.M.
"0-2, 0-2, 0-2. A record that stands with quite a few people in this company already, like myself, but also it stands on you Trinity. We're both 0-2 in this place. We both lost our debut matches, and we both lost our second one. Almost seems like things just don't get any easier from here do they? Well, that statement seems to be proven true as we've both thrust into the Alpha Cup Tournament. And against each other no less."
The shot shows Hanzo standing in a dim light, his hands behind his back as he steps forward.
"Trinity, you say that you're a brawler, no? I mean, it says on your profile that you are more of a brawler than anything. Answer me this though: Do you really know what a brawler can do? A brawler is someone who isn't afraid to get blood on their hands. Brawlers are fearless in battle, and are revered like veterans of war. I know that feeling from my time in Ichihara. The crowds always behind my back, supporting me every way possible and by the time I was getting ready to leave for America, I was revered as one of the greatest street fighters that the fight club scene had. I was a legend, not a myth because here I am, standing before this camera to tell you that the Dragon is more than a legend: He's a living being with a fiery heart that is determined to go into this tournament with a burning heart, and go out in a blaze of glory by winning that cup final."
He chuckles to himself.
"It isn't that hard to tell that I want to win just as bad as the next person, because let's face it: who doesn't love winning a tournament after beating several individuals to get the prize? God knows I've had my share of street tournies back home, but this, this something on a different level that means more than just winning. This is a golden opportunity to push forward in this company and showcase my potential that I have in this ring. I expect nothing less from you Trinity, nor do I disrespect you, but unfortunately, your road is going to stop short here. The Dragon will pave his own legendary road, starting at Alpha Cup on Sunday. Be seeing you there."
He gives a two finger salute to the camera as it fades to black.