Hanging out (For Ragdoll)

Her first night in her new apartment, Naomi slept better than she had in a long time. Scratch that, she slept better than she had ever before, sinking into the mattress after she jumped into it and passing out in a matter of seconds once her head hit the pillow. She dreamed of matches before a great, cheering audience in a ring that was illuminated by what seemed to be a thousand lights as her theme played in the background. She dreamed of all of the different belts she would win, and of all the new friends she would make in the process, all of them cheering for her as she took to the ring for her big, championship match.

And suddenly, just like that, it was morning again and Naomi drearily blinked her eyes open slowly gazing around the room she was in. For once she didn't immediately shoot up as she woke, this bed was just so comfortable she didn't feel the need to. This didn't look like her apartment, she thought wearily to herself as she slowly forced herself to sit up, out of the ray of sunlight peeking through her window. She looked about the room again, having a strange feeling, like someone was watching her, before flopping back down into bed and closing her eyes again.

Just ten more minutes, she assured herself. Ten more minutes and she would get out of this cozy, warm bed and go walk into the cold, real world. Or maybe she should make that twenty, she had been very busy yesterday after all, she probably deserved it.

Manager and Intern had skillfully moved all of Naomi's stuff from her apartment into her new one in the middle of the night without even making a peep. Sleeping the whole night away, it was already morning. A bit early, around 7:30 am, only a few of the girls were awake and downstairs or were holed up in their rooms. Manager took it upon himself to wake Naomi up since Mallow had woken up extra early to make a special breakfast commemorating Naomi moving into the dorm. Manager had been sitting next to Naomi's bed for a few minutes before she finally woke up, and then fell back to sleep.

Manager sighed as he gently peered over Naomi and have her a light shake. "Naomi, time to get up. Breakfast will get cold," Manager said softly. He was dressed in his usual blue sweat jacket and baggy pants, his fedora tipped downward and his tinted glasses hiding his eyes. He hoped this wouldn't be too much of a hassle.

Naomi shifted in her bed as she tried to get comfortable again, despite how different it was this place felt so much like home. All her stuff was there, her single bookshelf, the five DVDs on it, her portable DVD player, and even her Manager!

Even... her... Manager?

"GAH!" Naomi shouted, shooting up onto her feet on the bed and throwing a pillow directly at Manager's face as he gave her a tiny shake. The American girl vibrated both out of nervous energy, and out of just a touch of excitement. This was, after all, the first real shock she'd had since moving up here. For a second, she just stood there, vibrating, until the realization of what she'd just done sank in and she immediately went from being scared to being sorry.

"Ohhh!" She exclaimed, her hands shooting to cover her mouth as she knelt down next to Manager and gently grabbed at his head. "I'm sorry! Are you alright? You scared me, you know! Oh! But I still shouldn't have thrown that at you! Ah, I'm so sorry! How is it? Does your head hurt at all?" She asked, mouth going a mile a minute. As she spoke she fussed over Manager, gently feeling at his face to make sure she hadn't hurt him or damaged anything.

As Manager lightly shook the girl, he would be met with a pillow directly to the face. Manager would be taken back by this and stumbled back before the pillow comically fell off from his face and he shook his head to get rid of the daze. Before he knew it, Naomi was up and checking him to see if he was hurt, feeling his face. Now most people would think this would be any guy's dream to be alone with a beautiful girl and her checking you up. But Manager had trained himself to be composed and restrained, not minding the touch at all or taken back. He simply smiled and lowered his fedora so it covered his eyes and said, "I'm fine. Just a pillow. Besides, my fault for intruding. Old habits. Anyway, I came up to call you down for dinner. Mallow made something for you that she'd love for you to try."

Manager would smile at Naomi before taking a step back and taking a bow like he normally does and in a blink of an eye, he was gone, using his "Don't Blink" ability to head downstairs.

Naomi smiled, glad that Manager wasn't hurt at all. "Well, intruding or not, I'm sorry for throwing a pillow at your face." She said in a sing-song voice as she patted him on the shoulder. "Though, I- Wait, Mallow made food again? Ah! I'll be down in a second!" She said, jumping to her feet and running over to her dresser, throwing on clothes as fast as she could. Naomi was in so much of a rush that she didn't even notice that Manager had simply disappeared, being far too focused on getting downstairs as fast as possible.

Asfter she was dressed, Naomi broke into a run as she slammed through her door, sprinted down the hallway, and made a beeline for the staircase. She practically jumped down the stairs, skipping three at a time to make her way down to the dining room in the hopes that her food would still be warm. But this wouldn't last long as she quickly ran out of breath, and by the time she made it down to the dining room she was huffing and puffing, dragging herself along as sweat poured down her forehead.

"Hoo.." She puffed, flopping down into her seat. "I need... I gotta work on my... cardio." She panted. Speed was not one of her strong points, and while she could move fast when she wanted, it wore her out like nothing else could.

Downstairs was relatively quiet. The TV was on but was mute, with only Whitney flipping through several channels, looking bored as hell. Meanwhile Haruka was writing something down in a little book with sticky notes and slips sticking out of it in the dining area at a table. While Abigail was quietly reading a book at another table, once again dressed in a plain white t-shirt and mommy jeans, not exactly the most fashionable person but she wore what she liked.

Abigail:

Whitney:

Haruka:

Just as Naomi came down and entered the lobby, Mallow had just finished the finishing touch with Naomi's breakfast. A classic American breakfast; toast, fried eggs and scrambled eggs, beacon, and a glass of OJ. Once she finished scraping the beacons on to the plate, she placed it on the kitchen counter, and in a flash, it was gone and placed at Abigail's table with all the silverware. Mallow and Abigail didn't even bat an eye as they knew Manager had just ran passed them to ready the table before leaving for the AFW offices.

Naomi looked down at the plate that seemingly appeared before her as she flopped into her chair and gave a sharp little inhale. "Ohhh!" She gasped, gently spearing one of the eggs with a fork and eating it. For a moment, Naomi's eyes glazed over and stars seemed to shine inside of them as she chewed on, then swallowed the eggs. "Amazing!" She exclaimed, happily looking over at Mallow and waving, her energy apparently having restored itself from the food alone.

Naomi smiled and seemingly inhaled a few more forkfuls of food before she slowed her chewing and looked over at Abigail, giving her a smile, then swallowing the mouthful of food she had. "Good morning Abigail." She said, smiling happily over at her.

Mallow gave Naomi two big thumbs up as she turned back around to start washing the dishes from Whitney, Haruka, and Abigail's breakfasts. As Naomi ate happily away and greeted her, Abigail glanced up from her book and gave a small, gentle smile, "Good morning Naomi."

Abigail would then fall silent again, her focus drawing back to her book. She was never much of a talker and only really open up to people after to know them for awhile, or if they simply met Manager. She trusts Manager's judgement and who he picks to makes contracts with, but it didn't change the fact she rarely chooses to speak. Hence why her ring name is the Silent Strategist.

Naomi smiled and nodded as Abigail wished her a good morning, then went back to eating her breakfast, starting with the eggs, then moving onto the bacon before getting started on the toast, then when she was done with that, finally washing the whole thing down with a nice glass of OJ. Putting down the empty glass, Naomi said there for a moment, looking around wildly as she thought of what to do next, before she slowly turned to face Abigail again.

"Hey Abigail," she said slowly, thinking of her words carefully. She had heard Abigail was a great wrestler, and as she sat there her mind was racing with all the questions she wanted to ask. A grin slowly spread across her face, "Do you mind if I ask you a question? It's, ah, about wrestling."

Abigail simply sat quietly while Naomi ate her breakfast. She heard from Manager Naomi had moved to Japan and lived all alone for a bit before finally getting her debut match with Hibari. And even then, it was mostly Manager setting everything up. She couldn't help but hide a small smile behind her book as she watched Naomi hungrily wolfed down her breakfast before finishing it off with her orange juice.

Abigail went back to her book before Naomi called for her attention. She listened to Naomi and nodded, "Ask away." Abigail was wondering why Manager asked her to spend some time with Naomi today, perhaps he predicted Naomi had something on her mind?