The best Summer getaway Ever.

Making her way to the local airport as she drove her car down the highway leading to the airport itself, Reika looked as if she had packed for quite a getaway for once. Her own glasses settled onto her eyes, as her bags would be on the back seats of her car interior, dressed in her casual looking appearance while turning off to the car park on the lower levels, eager, to get on the plane and just be away from the AFW, and Friction for a week or so. Partly, because of the last string of events that had got to her head, like losing to someone like Liberty, bloodied, broken, and in a condition that wouldn't do her image in Friction good, topped off the other losses she had sustained too. However above all of her troubles, Reika wasn't even invited into SummerSplash, not even a mention OR a invitation through anything, which made Reika, a little bitter in her mind as she got out of her car and approached the airport entrance.

Passing a few excited fans as it looked like they themselves, were jetting off to watch Summersplash with expectations, laughing they're poor excuse's of bodies off, as excitement wasn't the word for them. Without a word, Reika pushed in between them casually as she really had no time to listen to them, or stomach them as she carried her bags to the front desk of the ticket booth. They looked a little annoyed, but they knew who she was, someone, not to get in an argument with at with her attitude today. "One ticket to Miami please..." Reika said, boredly almost, as she stood there not bothering to look the ticket booth member in the face, still sore from the last injuries she sustained, when even the medics asked her to take some bead rest.

Not Reika, the Viper herself tortured her body in every paining way, even in injury, as she was dealing with the effects now, waiting for her tickets to be checked so that she could find her seat, without any trouble.

A few moments after the irritable Viper trudged on through the airport main entrance, a custom made slick black Harley Davidson motorcycle would pull into the same parking garage, the thundering engine echoing throughout the entire floor before settling in with itâ€s Bunny-eared owner dismounting her pride and joy. Dressed in her purple tanktop with a black bunny skull and crossbones across the chest and black skin tight denim shirts with a chain looping out the pocket, Bunny slung one midsize tote bag over her chest and yanked her main suitcase from the passenger seat she installed for this trip, saying good bye to her ride for a few days.

Her entire reasoning for being here could all be drawn back to Bunny's pop idol hanger-on Maki, insisting that Death enjoy her time off with Summer Splash slowing things down to a screeching halt around the AFW dome. The building would be like a cavernous tomb with all the attention focused on the summer time PPV, from which Bunny was clearly not invited. Times like this reminded her that while she was an A-list headliner back in her Valhalla Garden days, signing onto AFW sent her plummeting back down the ranks and participating in a high end PPV so soon after joining was doubtful to say the least. Although it was more than a slight jab at her pride to be left out of the competition, in all honesty, a respite from the insanity that had been the last few months was sounding more enticing the more she mulled it over. With several destinations already in mind, Bunny decided to wait until the last minute before choosing her tropical haven...

Walking through the same gang of college aged vacationers and frat boys, Bunnyâ€s aura of a grave, no-nonsense attitude caused them to instinctually part ways for her entrance. D.B. gave no response to their curious looks at seeing a bunny eared, purple haired gangster chick just cruise right past them. Strolling up behind the bespectacled lady in front of her, Bunny looked down to notice a little blonde in a pink dress and sandals looking up at her with a wide eyed gaze of awe and wonderment. Looking away didnâ€t help as the little girl stayed there fixated on Bunny. With no end to the awkward situation in sight, Bunny tried flashing a rare smile, only to cause the little girl running behind her to her parents several spots back in the line. Turning to see the little girl flee, Bunnyâ€s tote bag strapped around her chest and pressed into her back would give a forceful nudge to the lady in front of her…

“Oh……â€scuse me…”

Reika would of heard that rumbling sound of a monstrosity approaching from outside, even among the busy banter and sounds of a modern day airport, as she felt someone nudge her in the back, forceful, yet the voice which spoke out after didn't sound familiar at all. Turning herself around as the ticket booth member, looked like she was taking her sweet time getting it processed, Reika looked at the girl stood behind her with quite a glazed expression, remotely surprised, that this woman was wearing bunny ears in public, and the fact that she had just nudged Reika for some unknowing reason.

"Hun, wait your damn turn ok?" Reika said as she fixed her glasses straight, looking at the bunny girl slightly annoyed, but not in a gesture of getting into a fight anytime soon. For getting her body even more sorer, from an aiport brawl would probably get her arrested, or just something for the magazine's to headline the page 5 article with. But as Reika looked her 'nudger' up and down, she was defiantly getting a punk vibe, biker like, skulls and a taste for leather throughout it all as Reika just relaxed her shoulders, and looked back to the booth awaiting her ticket.

"Anytime today please..." she huffed.

“…Riiight, sorry bout that”. Bunny paid no mind to her neighborâ€s sharp tongued response to the accidental bump, though D.B. took the time to examine the pig-tailed red head who was sizing up Bunny herself. Initially writing the girl off as just some preppy high school chick with a snobbish attitude problem, the distinct eye wear struck a chord with D.B., finally recognizing her after a few seconds of reflection. No wonder she couldnâ€t quite place Reika at the beginning, it was a tall order without her face painted green and her head smashed through a table……yes, Bunny caught the tables match with Liberty. Not the best first impression Reika could have imposed, but nevertheless it would explain the pained expressions she demonstrated from the slight tap on her back. Maybe she had lost a step or two since her old pit fighter days.

Glancing to her right, D.B. noticed another teller who just opened her station waving her over. Not wanting to leave a bad first impression herself, Bunny slyly quipped one last statement as she bent down to pick her suitcase and trudged on by. “By the way, thereâ€s a splinter in your hair...”

Stepping on up to the teller Bunny had by now made up her mind on her sunny destination....Rio De Janeiro...sold out, unfortunately. Coincidentally Miami was one of her potential sunlit havens, already having thought of hotel accommodations and other necessities beforehand. Hearing Reika mention the Floridian city was just the sort of random nudge she needed to settle the debate. Checking in her sole suitcase but hanging on to the small tote bag strapped around her chest, Bunny pocketed her first class plane ticket and strolled on past her fellow AFW competitor, who had by now may have already been serviced by the sluggish ticket booth vendor.

Tiffany Laurence made her way through Tokyo Airport, holding onto the handle of a small suitcase full of clothes, swimwear and travelling supplies as it rolled along behind her and a knapsack strapped to her back. Approaching the line of ticket booths she missed the interaction between Reika and D.B. as she stepped to the attendant to the left of Reika.
"Here you are, darlin'. My boarding pass for my flight to Miami." she said.
The cowgirl had decided that since she wasn't needed for Summer Splash, and with Angel defending her title, Tiffany thought not distract the champion with her presence at the PPV, she should catch some time in another beach-side city. She had originally thought of going to California, maybe around Malibu, but then her stepbrother talked her into going to Miami due to it being somewhat cheaper than a trip to Malibu. However, Johnny had decided to remain in Japan, and catch up on some training.

Once she confirmed her flight and checked in her suitcase, Tiffany shouldered her backpack to begin to head into the boarding area. Then she caught sight of Reika. Recognizing her from an earlier night out at a karaoke bar, the cowgirl called out to her.
"Reika!" she said as she caught up to the Japanese woman. "Fancy runnin' into you here, girl!"

The minute this 'Bunny' mentioned something about a splinter in her hair, Reika's eyes shut lightly in a little annoyance, yes, her loss was plastered over its own page in the AFW magazine, AND was on live television too, so all Reika could do was try to ignore the press towards her losing against a tough wrestler. "Ugh, well, this was inevitable..." Reika thought to herself as she was soon passed by the girl, making her a little peeved, that this newbie had the nerve to push aside such a star of Friction, "now isn't that just rude..." she said, just about to lay a hand on Bunny's shoulder before she was called out, by a certain voice from recently. It was that cowgirl again who looked like she was ready for a well deserved break too, making Reika's sanity just boil minute by minute as she was surrounded by activity, along with her sore joints and effected eyesight.

"Yea, fancy that Tiffany..." Reika said with a sigh as she turned to the cowgirl, looking unimpressed, and still in no mood to continue this conversation any further given her recent doings. "Your going for Summersplash I presume?~" she said, breaking conversation to take her mind off things as something terrible would happen while her back was turned, not the fact that Bunny had pushed in, but from the airport announcement.

"Attention, all flights to Miami and surrounding destinations will be cancelled for the time being, due to tropical storms, we apologize for any inconvenience, thankyou and enjoy your day" bellowed the airport intercom above the ticket booth, making Reika roll her eyes and huff in annoyance, truely, her week couldn't be anymore worse than this, right? one thing was for sure, her trip to Miami now was in shambles as the the ticket booth staff looked on over to Reika, apologizing as a few airport goers just let the booth itself.

The grim oneâ€s right bunny ear would twitch as the announcement echoed throughout the labyrinthine airport, stopping herself as well as her vacation plans dead in their tracks. "...*sigh*...fantastic”. The fearful dread of being stranded in an airport terminal was cemented in reality when she noticed the board with flight schedules indeed list all Miami departures as being delayed. She JUST bought her ticket for Heavenâ€s sake!! Someone up there definitely disagreed with her going on this well-earned sabbatical.

Scratching the back of her head with her eyes shut tight in frustration at the miserable turn of events, she weighed her options carefully. Her ticket wasnâ€t non-refundable, but the idea of packing it in would obviously be a last resort. For now she needed to kill time and fast….or rather as slow as possible, whichever works best until she can board the damn plane already. She at least wanted to entertain the idea that this was temporary. The traffic of the terminal would spike given the disheartening broadcast, people cursing and heightened tension in the building as a result. Looking across the terminal, Bunny was scouting the airport for any restaurants or bars to languish in, hoping to grab a seat before the crowds over took them. While looking around sheâ€d be drawn back from whence she came, noticing a blond haired, blue eyed cowgirl chatting it up with the beaten Viper, shooting them a curious glance with thoughts as to the identity of the new girl.

TIff shook her head no after hearing Reika's question.
"Nah. In fact, I'm trying to stay away from the event. You know, give Angel the space to focus on defending her title and not be distracted by any of my shenanigans." she replied. "I was gonna head to Miami for awhile, take in the sights and all of that. How about you?"

Then she heard the announcer over the intercom.
"Well, dammit. That's just great." the Texan swore and shook her head in annoyance. "Not even delayed. Shit."
She looked to Reika.
"Sorry 'bout the language." she apologized. "I was looking forward to a getaway of sorts."

"Thats...nice..." Reika said in a dull tone as Tiff explained herself, not just bogged down by the thought of Angel, some champ she had recently met and talked with, was going to make it big this year in terms of the Summersplash event, while Reika herself, just felt all the more bitter as even her little break had been stalled too. Not bothering to even go after the Bunny girl, and demand an apology, as would roll her eyes to look for another far away destination to hopefully get to.

"Oh well..."

Scrolling her eyes down the destination board, of available flights, Reika spotted somewhere particular that was just as good for weather, along with a change of scenery. "Then, how about we, hit the Caribbean islands instead that's if you want to tag along?~" Reika said as she held back her bitterness for now, and turned her attention to Tiffany, she was a friend and if Reika wanted to enjoy her break, then being with a friend was the way to do it. Reika had money, mostly earned from her fights and her modelling jobs in between, enough to get her there and back on a flight as for the hotel would be covered.

*Hmm….sort of an odd couple, but whatever.* Turning her attention back to her hustling and bustling surroundings, the odd sight of the surly Reika chatting it up with a …..Dallas Cowboys cheerleader?.....(meh, she was in no place to question someone elseâ€s choices in clothing)…..only offered a momentary distraction. Back to the matters at hand, scoping out the vicinity would reward her search with the entrance to an airport bar relatively close by.

With an exasperated sigh bemoaning her delayed excursion, the Bunny one trudged along with the hopes to wile her time away at the bottom of a beer mug, or something classy to not make the entire day a loss. In an odd coincidence the trek towards the nightspot would lead her past the cowgirl/viper duo, but the loner Bunny maintained her stoic expression and ignored the two as she marched on by, hands in her pockets with a slight hunch to her posture. *Shame*, Bunny thought, *Earned such a big name for herself and learned so much in those pit fights, guess one of those things wasnâ€t how to lose.*.