Post by Issak Otto on Sept 20, 2016 18:55:48 GMT
Lauren Parker shook the young boy gently by his elbow, "Issak, it's time."
At heart, he was still a kid. Issak Otto was in his early twenties, but hadn't yet grasped the idea of adulthood. Being of basically Swedish royalty, he was used to having people do things for him. In this case, Lauren Parker was acting as his personal alarm clock. Not because he had asked or wanted her to, but because she knew him well enough by now to know he wouldn't quite make the training schedule unless he was given a little extra push. His yellow head rose from the white satin sheets like a new mountain peak.
"Just five more, Lauren, I can not rise before the sun." His accent was thick but he had learned to tone it back throughout the years. His time spent abroad in New York had taught him how to American-ize his speech moreso than a newcomer.
"Zero is more than likely already waiting for you, we need to get going."
Issak groaned very loudly in protest, tossing and turning, but Lauren stood in front of the bed with her arms crossed. He was the spoiled child she had never wanted. She reached down, pulling the covers from off him as he attempted to drift back to Wonderland. The absence of the soft material sent him into an uproar. He kicked his feet, threw his fists into the bed with his eyes closed, letting out another deep groan. Lauren had become accustomed to this behavior, Issak knew how to act 'classy' in public but was still very immature when it got down to it.
"Fine, fine, God Morgon (good morning), Lauren! Not sure why we've got to be up so early but fine!"
"We've been over this, if you want to continue working with Larsen International Co. then you've got to abide by the rules, and least of all play nice with the other clients. You don't want ZERO angry with you."
"He barely talks anyway, and I'm sure he's saving all his words for Bryce Albright. I know that I'VE got a few words for him." Issak sat up in bed, shirtless but wearing a pair of black shorts. Like a foster mother, Lauren had already unzipped his bag and fetched out his gym clothes, as well as a fresh pair of socks and underwear. Standing across the room, she reached out, forcing Issak to get up off the bed to come and get them.
"I need you to take this seriously, Issak. ZERO isn't the only one with a chance to face Bryce. This is a great opportunity"
He slid the new shirt on, "Don't worry Lauren, I've got this first match 'in the bag' as they say."
"I only doubt that if you aren't willing to put in the work. This Zerotine girl, she sounds dangerous, and doesn't really care about much it seems. Which means she doesn't really care about what happens to you. I don't doubt your skill, I doubt your focus. Stay focused and I'm sure you'll have it 'in the bag' as you say you do."
There was a slight pause as Issak looked towards the ground, whispering, "Will Mister Larsen be there?"
Being away from home and his own strong and powerful father, Issak had looked for some sort of guidance, and soon found it within another strong-willed man, Miles Larsen. Like a child would, Issak constantly looked for approval from Miles, dotting on his every move and making sure he executed his own plans exactly to Miles' liking. He wanted Miles to watch as he got his first win in RSW. Ringside, preferably.
"You know we'll be in the building, and watching no matter what, but anything more is up to him..." Issak turned, a little disappointed, and Lauren saw an opening, "but maybe since you've been helping ZERO with his technical skill, and if I tell Miles how well you've been doing otherwise, he may want to see your match firsthand."
Issak's face lit up, and he threw the other new clothes Lauren had picked out for him back onto the floor, choosing to simply wear the same clothes he had worn to bed. Minus the new shirt, of course. You know, 'classy'.
"What are we waiting for? Följ med mig (come with me)!"
Issak grabbed hold of Lauren's arm, tugging her towards the door with excitement in his eyes. Lauren simply shook her head, but still managed a smile.
"Just five more, Lauren, I can not rise before the sun." His accent was thick but he had learned to tone it back throughout the years. His time spent abroad in New York had taught him how to American-ize his speech moreso than a newcomer.
"Zero is more than likely already waiting for you, we need to get going."
Issak groaned very loudly in protest, tossing and turning, but Lauren stood in front of the bed with her arms crossed. He was the spoiled child she had never wanted. She reached down, pulling the covers from off him as he attempted to drift back to Wonderland. The absence of the soft material sent him into an uproar. He kicked his feet, threw his fists into the bed with his eyes closed, letting out another deep groan. Lauren had become accustomed to this behavior, Issak knew how to act 'classy' in public but was still very immature when it got down to it.
"Fine, fine, God Morgon (good morning), Lauren! Not sure why we've got to be up so early but fine!"
"We've been over this, if you want to continue working with Larsen International Co. then you've got to abide by the rules, and least of all play nice with the other clients. You don't want ZERO angry with you."
"He barely talks anyway, and I'm sure he's saving all his words for Bryce Albright. I know that I'VE got a few words for him." Issak sat up in bed, shirtless but wearing a pair of black shorts. Like a foster mother, Lauren had already unzipped his bag and fetched out his gym clothes, as well as a fresh pair of socks and underwear. Standing across the room, she reached out, forcing Issak to get up off the bed to come and get them.
"I need you to take this seriously, Issak. ZERO isn't the only one with a chance to face Bryce. This is a great opportunity"
He slid the new shirt on, "Don't worry Lauren, I've got this first match 'in the bag' as they say."
"I only doubt that if you aren't willing to put in the work. This Zerotine girl, she sounds dangerous, and doesn't really care about much it seems. Which means she doesn't really care about what happens to you. I don't doubt your skill, I doubt your focus. Stay focused and I'm sure you'll have it 'in the bag' as you say you do."
There was a slight pause as Issak looked towards the ground, whispering, "Will Mister Larsen be there?"
Being away from home and his own strong and powerful father, Issak had looked for some sort of guidance, and soon found it within another strong-willed man, Miles Larsen. Like a child would, Issak constantly looked for approval from Miles, dotting on his every move and making sure he executed his own plans exactly to Miles' liking. He wanted Miles to watch as he got his first win in RSW. Ringside, preferably.
"You know we'll be in the building, and watching no matter what, but anything more is up to him..." Issak turned, a little disappointed, and Lauren saw an opening, "but maybe since you've been helping ZERO with his technical skill, and if I tell Miles how well you've been doing otherwise, he may want to see your match firsthand."
Issak's face lit up, and he threw the other new clothes Lauren had picked out for him back onto the floor, choosing to simply wear the same clothes he had worn to bed. Minus the new shirt, of course. You know, 'classy'.
"What are we waiting for? Följ med mig (come with me)!"
Issak grabbed hold of Lauren's arm, tugging her towards the door with excitement in his eyes. Lauren simply shook her head, but still managed a smile.
