Post by Hana Brightly on Jun 4, 2012 4:31:23 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name: HidamariBread
Experience: I've written for as long as I've held my loving relationship with my keyboard.
E-Mail Address: Don'temailme@please.com
Where did you find us?: Mindy (<3)
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Hana Brightly
Wrestler's Nickname: Nya! Kawaii Desuuuu~!
Billed From: Sunshine and Happy Faces
Manager/Valet: N/A
Age: 22
Weight: 100.5 Pounds
Height: 5'4"
Heel/Face Status: Super Duper Baby Face (although "real" wrestling fans despise her.)
Theme Music:
にゃあにゃあ気分 Nya nya kibun (Nya nya feeling) by Fuwawaka
Gimmick: Kawaii :3
Pic Base:
Bailey Jay
Physical Description:
Hana Brightly is short, her arms are rather lanky, and her feet seem clown-huge (think Kingdom Hearts-huge.) Her presence of far is from dominant, but excessively inviting. While her hair is black, rather short it's often hidden by her collection of colorful wigs. Hana's eyes are her most trending feature, and are often filled with the utmost emotion, be it sad or happy. Her moods are often reflected through her facial expressions.
Outer-Ring Appearance:
Hana's outfits are radiant with bright colors, be it yellow, pink, orange, green, purple, or blue, she never wears anything dull. Frills and gigantic bows are her favorite accessories, and are often seen on the many skirts and dresses she sports throughout public. Most, if not always, Hana's outfits represent characters from her favorite cartoons and television shows, and may say particular catchphrases and/or do specific actions to represent that character. Wigs, she loves wigs, especially those of unnatural colors, such as pink and blue.
In-Ring Appearance:
In her in-ring gear mirrors her out-of-ring apparel, the big difference being the inclusion of elbow and knee padding. Her wigs may also be shorter to cause less distraction in the match, but she'll occasionally ignore the disadvantages and wear a wig true to the character she's representing anyway. For Hana, it's all about accuracy, and if her cosplay isn't accurate to her subject matter than she just isn't comfortable showcasing herself.
Personality:
Making huge deals out of little things, Hana Brightly pretends to see the emotions of inanimate objects, be it an empty can of soda, or the "tails" side of a coin. Believing that almost anyone in the world can feel or be loved, Hana is sometimes too inviting to complete strangers, and often questions their troubles should they look or seem distraught. Her only concern is to make people smile, and if she can make someone smile when they're feeling their most down then, and only then, does she feel the most accomplished. Intense hugging, sometimes referred to as "glomping" is her most preferred choice of showcasing her affection.
Brief Biography:
Although she occasionally battles with deep-rooted, family-inherited pessimism, Hana Brightly tries her absolute best to look at the lighter side of things. A child at heart, Hana always held an interest in children's animation, so it was honestly to no one's surprise when she declared her "otaku"-ness to the world, often cosplaying as her favorite characters in public, even outside the genuine comfort of an annual anime convention. "Cosplaying" is the art of wearing a costume of a fictional character and portraying them to the masses, and Hana writes her own cosplaying blog where she also posts pictures of herself posing in her new costumes.
She's only been an active wrestler since October of 2011, but has always been a fan of the entertainment. Having had a good decade's worth of commentating bedroom warfare between her Japanese dolls and plushies, Hana would imitate the moves seen on television onto/with her toys (and television remotes.) It wasn't until her best friend, Violet Evans (also a professional wrestler) blackmailed her into actively becoming a wrestler that Hana "embraced" the idea of becoming an adored athlete. Not at all athletically gifted, Hana tries her best but the die-hard wrestling experts holds no remorse for her in-ring ability.
Style:
General Showman, however she tries to apply "technical" wrestling maneuvers but the end result is usually sloppy despite her best efforts. Has a tendency to brawl when frustrated with herself. Lifting moves aren't her forte, nor is showcasing any sort of agility.
Entrance:
The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and boos as Hana Brightly's theme echos throughout the arena. Smiling from cheek-to-cheek, Hana jumps into the scene with a gusto of energy as the beginning beat of her entrance music fades into a sea of "nyaas~", her head nodding to the contagious beat. Smile never fading, she skips down the entrance ramp, slapping fives to anyone who outstretched their hands in invitation. Reaching the ring steps, she suddenly stops, pupil's enlarged and questions how to climb them. Upon asking a fan, she then bunny hops onto the first step, enriching herself with the energy of her audience before hopping up the other, and climbing the rest normally. Entering the ring between the middle and bottom ring ropes, she runs to the furthest ring corner and hops onto the middle turnbuckle, posing. Depending on her outfit, she strikes a series of either iconic "Sailor Moon" poses, a series of cat poses (all ending in "nyan~"), or anything that fits the character she's portraying in her attire. Leaping away from the turnbuckle, she turns her attention to the entryway, or her opponent, and flashes two "peace" signs with both her hands before performing a quick pre-match stretch.
Finishing Moves:
Signature Moves:
Moveset:
Sample Role-Play:
"For the longest time, I would dream, and never see my face."
Hana Brightly stood outside a popular supermarket, her hands cuffed within the safety of her extraordinarily puffed winter jacket. She always felt the puffier the jacket, the warmer it potentially was. It wasn't necessarily a type of fashion statement, but instead just an extravagant showcase of her deep love for bubble wrap. Ever since she was a child she enjoyed the wondrous joys of popping the defenseless bubbles, and she squealed whenever one popped just slightly different than the other, giving it its own unique character. While it wasn't the mutilation of living animals, Hana sometimes wondered if the killing of inanimate objects made her a future serial killer. She did occasionally watch Dateline.
Automatic sliding doors were always Hana's enemy, an enemy she never even knew she had until she felt the striving need for independence from her parents. She never quite understood it, but they never, ever, ever opened for her, even when she waved her arms like a crazy person in front of the sensors. Hana Brightly wasn't a crazy person, as much as security cameras may have proved otherwise. "Unique" was a more preferred terminology, and an adjective her mother loved to throw around during family gatherings. Every so often her tone was stinging, but Hana had convinced herself it was just a method of coping. Hana did have a surprising knack for crushing any dreams she may have had, like not being a professional wrestler.
Closing her eyes, allowing the coldness to kiss her eyelids with grace, Hana began lightly hoping in place. Her jacket may have been the puffiest jacket in the history of the world, but it didn't prevent the coldness seeping through her jeans. Supermarkets were probably the busiest buildings in cities, and it was just baffling to her how absolutely no one was using this, door, her door! She hated how today's technology seemingly terminated the existence of manual doors, especially on more current buildings. To her magnificent luck, Buy-Rite was a newer supermarket chain, and she happened to have a membership card awarding her with discounts. Standing outside, waiting for someone to activate the sensor, was just a small price she had to pay if she wanted fifteen cents off a gallon of fat free milk.
The joy of prancing cart wheels caused Hana Brightly to spring her eyes open. Today her hero took the form of a hunching grandmother, the cart potentially doubling as her assistance walker. Instantly putting on a smile, and stopping her ridiculous ritual, Hana anxiously waited as the screeching wheels became a praising chorus singing "hallelujah." Closer and closer the cart came, Hana's treacherous door no longer holding its champagne for ultimate victory. An aura of defeat lingered as the grandmother activated the sensor, paying absolutely no mind to the walking sheet of pink bubble wrap alongside her. Victory was claimed as the aroma of fresh basked goods brought color back into Hana's cheeks, holding a silent fist up in celebration.
Later this evening, Hana Brightly is booked to face Thaddeus Grey, a man who basked in his own testosterone. While he had the women, the intellect, and the looks to be the success of successes, he may have lacked the nutrition of hearty breakfast. Without a doubt, she was going to need everything she potentially had if she was going to claim another victory tonight, and breakfast, some claim, is the most important meal of the day. Thaddeus just screamed the type of person who woke up well past noon, missing the morning completely! Hana needed that edge! Hana needed to prove the claimers right!
While normal, possibly sane, people may have immediately chosen Wheaties, Hana couldn't. Not because she had anything against cereal, she absolutely loved cereal, she just....couldn't eat any with the "General Mills" brand name. Why? Hana Brightly, along with her besterest friend in the world, Violet Evans were in protest. Protest over the subsequent killings of Bob and Quello, Chef Wendell's lost brothers on the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. They've even gone as far as to erase any history, claiming the two chefs alongside Wendell never had official names to begin with, thereby claiming any such allegations were absolutely hogwash! Violet Evans, as far as Hana knew, was currently in the process of ransacking the General Mills Headquarters, having mapped an intricate blueprint of the building, supposedly planting miscellaneous weaponry throughout it to fight the cause. Hana would have loved to been there, but Violet Evans was best received in doses for the sake of Hana's sanity.
Piloting a cart, and wishing she was small enough to ride the ones shaped like red and yellow cars, Hana took to the aisles of Buy-Rite. Cereal was undoubtedly her best option. If she cooked anything, she would have burned herself, which would have made her lose focus in her match. Hana needed to focus, and if she burnt her pinkie finger (like she did almost every time) her focus would have been completely lost; a victory for Thaddeus Grey transcribed within the stars. Gunning for the refrigerated aisle, she needed milk. Not just any milk, but 0% fat, skim milk! If she consumed anything else, Hana would have been sluggish, the creamy sensation of 2% milk best left for days of leisure, which today obviously was not. Sluggish Hana meant poor response times, which meant any potential defense was thrown completely out of the window. She would have been Apollo Creed in Rocky IV, and no one wants to be Apollo Creed in Rocky IV. Grasping the handle of her precious key for victory, Hana placed it within her cart, the lone gallon of milk now enjoying its sparse moments of being at room temperature.
"I used to hate this reality. My body felt like a punishment. I had convinced myself that this was deserving, thinking that in a previous life, I may have done something horrible to deserve it. I considered such a desire to be selfish. How would becoming my dream benefit the people around me? But one day, Violet asked, 'But aren't you already enough of a failure?' I then went silent, I was never a success. I never was a benefit to anybody. Becoming who I wanted to be wouldn't have made a single difference."
The journey was becoming a work-out within itself. The refrigerated section and the cereal aisle were on two completely different sides of the supermarket. It felt like she was suddenly in an life-action representation of Frogger. Rushes of cart traffic only provided slight time windows to hop from end-cap to end-cap, and she didn't even want to ponder the thought of losing a life. While Frogger had the ability to reincarnate, Hana wasn't entirely sure if she shared the same trait. Patiently waiting as frantic mothers raced to please their children, Hana slowly, but surely, found herself amongst Snap, Crackle, and Pop.
Rice Krispies, while not a General Mills cereal, was completely out of the question. Like corn, the krispies had the annoying ability to get stuck between teeth, and would sometimes go unnoticed for months! The last thing Hana needed was for a lone krispy to suddenly gain an ego in the middle of the match, causing her to chew it, creating ample time for Thaddeus to deck her out with a lariat. Anything fruit-flavored just made Hana feel absolutely terrible. Just like with fruit-flavored soda, why drink strawberry soda when you can eat actual strawberries? Are actual fruit products not good enough for Hana Brightly?! She dared not anger the fruit, they deserved respect, and needed to be eaten in the manner of which nature provided them. Cereals blanketed in sugar only caused Hana to go insanely hyper, and hyper Hana wasn't a pleasant Hana. While she wanted a triumphant victory over Thaddeus Grey, she didn't want to annoy the man, she needed to create a grateful work environment with her fellow roster members, and having a bad reputation would get her absolutely nowhere in the personal relationship spectrum. Ultimately, Hana Brightly only had one option.
Kellogg's Corn Flakes. They lacked any substantial amounts of sugar. Unless there were strawberry bits within the corn flakes, any fruit-flavoring was amazingly absent. While it was "CORN" flakes, Hana and vegetables never did quite get a long, she felt absolutely no remorse eating vegetables outside of their natural state. The flakes were gargantuan compared to krispies, and despite their size, they never had egos! Corn flakes understood their purpose in being the absolutely perfect cereal, they didn't need the egos that krispies had, they were already the best. Feeling she had found her breakfast of definite victory, Hana picked up the nearest box of corn flakes and hugged it lovingly. "You are the treasure to my heart."
Pairing the couple together in her cart, she smiled as her 0% fat skim milk began to condensate. Obviously it was nervous, and as the cart rolled to the check-out station, it extended its handle to the box of perfection. The milk was practically rolling its arm across the box's shoulders, soothing it as it came to the most frightening part of the movie. Who knew what their fate was when it was Hana's turn to finally check-out. If she somehow forgot to bring her money, they were going to back on their respective shelves, losing their senses of majesty until the next person purchased them.
"Thaddeus cannot beat the power of love." Pulling out her camera-phone, Hana Brightly snapped picture of the cute couple as they waited in line, a twenty-dollar bill securely placed within her pink bubble jacket pocket. It may have been too much, but guaranteed change had a sense of security.
Name: HidamariBread
Experience: I've written for as long as I've held my loving relationship with my keyboard.
E-Mail Address: Don'temailme@please.com
Where did you find us?: Mindy (<3)
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Hana Brightly
Wrestler's Nickname: Nya! Kawaii Desuuuu~!
Billed From: Sunshine and Happy Faces
Manager/Valet: N/A
Age: 22
Weight: 100.5 Pounds
Height: 5'4"
Heel/Face Status: Super Duper Baby Face (although "real" wrestling fans despise her.)
Theme Music:
にゃあにゃあ気分 Nya nya kibun (Nya nya feeling) by Fuwawaka
Gimmick: Kawaii :3
Pic Base:
Bailey Jay
Physical Description:
Hana Brightly is short, her arms are rather lanky, and her feet seem clown-huge (think Kingdom Hearts-huge.) Her presence of far is from dominant, but excessively inviting. While her hair is black, rather short it's often hidden by her collection of colorful wigs. Hana's eyes are her most trending feature, and are often filled with the utmost emotion, be it sad or happy. Her moods are often reflected through her facial expressions.
Outer-Ring Appearance:
Hana's outfits are radiant with bright colors, be it yellow, pink, orange, green, purple, or blue, she never wears anything dull. Frills and gigantic bows are her favorite accessories, and are often seen on the many skirts and dresses she sports throughout public. Most, if not always, Hana's outfits represent characters from her favorite cartoons and television shows, and may say particular catchphrases and/or do specific actions to represent that character. Wigs, she loves wigs, especially those of unnatural colors, such as pink and blue.
In-Ring Appearance:
In her in-ring gear mirrors her out-of-ring apparel, the big difference being the inclusion of elbow and knee padding. Her wigs may also be shorter to cause less distraction in the match, but she'll occasionally ignore the disadvantages and wear a wig true to the character she's representing anyway. For Hana, it's all about accuracy, and if her cosplay isn't accurate to her subject matter than she just isn't comfortable showcasing herself.
Personality:
Making huge deals out of little things, Hana Brightly pretends to see the emotions of inanimate objects, be it an empty can of soda, or the "tails" side of a coin. Believing that almost anyone in the world can feel or be loved, Hana is sometimes too inviting to complete strangers, and often questions their troubles should they look or seem distraught. Her only concern is to make people smile, and if she can make someone smile when they're feeling their most down then, and only then, does she feel the most accomplished. Intense hugging, sometimes referred to as "glomping" is her most preferred choice of showcasing her affection.
Brief Biography:
Although she occasionally battles with deep-rooted, family-inherited pessimism, Hana Brightly tries her absolute best to look at the lighter side of things. A child at heart, Hana always held an interest in children's animation, so it was honestly to no one's surprise when she declared her "otaku"-ness to the world, often cosplaying as her favorite characters in public, even outside the genuine comfort of an annual anime convention. "Cosplaying" is the art of wearing a costume of a fictional character and portraying them to the masses, and Hana writes her own cosplaying blog where she also posts pictures of herself posing in her new costumes.
She's only been an active wrestler since October of 2011, but has always been a fan of the entertainment. Having had a good decade's worth of commentating bedroom warfare between her Japanese dolls and plushies, Hana would imitate the moves seen on television onto/with her toys (and television remotes.) It wasn't until her best friend, Violet Evans (also a professional wrestler) blackmailed her into actively becoming a wrestler that Hana "embraced" the idea of becoming an adored athlete. Not at all athletically gifted, Hana tries her best but the die-hard wrestling experts holds no remorse for her in-ring ability.
Style:
General Showman, however she tries to apply "technical" wrestling maneuvers but the end result is usually sloppy despite her best efforts. Has a tendency to brawl when frustrated with herself. Lifting moves aren't her forte, nor is showcasing any sort of agility.
Entrance:
The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and boos as Hana Brightly's theme echos throughout the arena. Smiling from cheek-to-cheek, Hana jumps into the scene with a gusto of energy as the beginning beat of her entrance music fades into a sea of "nyaas~", her head nodding to the contagious beat. Smile never fading, she skips down the entrance ramp, slapping fives to anyone who outstretched their hands in invitation. Reaching the ring steps, she suddenly stops, pupil's enlarged and questions how to climb them. Upon asking a fan, she then bunny hops onto the first step, enriching herself with the energy of her audience before hopping up the other, and climbing the rest normally. Entering the ring between the middle and bottom ring ropes, she runs to the furthest ring corner and hops onto the middle turnbuckle, posing. Depending on her outfit, she strikes a series of either iconic "Sailor Moon" poses, a series of cat poses (all ending in "nyan~"), or anything that fits the character she's portraying in her attire. Leaping away from the turnbuckle, she turns her attention to the entryway, or her opponent, and flashes two "peace" signs with both her hands before performing a quick pre-match stretch.
Finishing Moves:
- "Kawaiiness" (Leaping Sleeper Drop)
- "Rainbow Bright" (Samato; ricochets off the ropes for added speed)
Signature Moves:
- "Hello KiDDT" (DDT; Panders to her "loving" audience before dropping her rival's head onto the mat; blowing kisses, waving to fans, or pointing skyward.)
- "Kawaii Press" (Randy Orton-style Lou Thesz Press; occasionally goes for the pin; rarely off the top rope for the MEGA HIGH SPOT!)
- "Itadakimasu!" (Ayumi Kurihara-style Low Dropkick to a resting opponent; screams "ITADAKIMASU!" before delivering the kick.)
Moveset:
- "Grape Stomp" (Diving Double Foot Stomp to the midsection from the middle turnbuckle; occasionally loses her balance upon landing, her knees falling on the chest of her opponent.)
- "I Wanna Ride the Pony" (Stunt Rider Stretch; yells "WHHEEEEEEE~" upon applying the hold.)
- "GLOMP! <3" (Jumps on her rival's back, and performs a sleeper hold, wrapping her legs around the stomach of her rival)
- "Brightly Buster" (Bronco Buster)
- "Lite-Bright" (Koronco Buster)
- Paradise Lock
- Rolling Camel Clutch
- Grounded Headscissors (Occasionally plays with her rival's hair, making pig tails, pony tails, ect.; if bald she pulls ears.)
- Inverted Leg Drop Bulldog
- Leaping One-Handed Bulldog
- Shoulder Jawbreaker
- Chop Block
- Very Weak Elbow Strikes
- Very Weak Punches
- Very Weak Kicks
- Moderately Okay Slaps
- Various Stump Puller Variations
- "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..." (Attempts multiple suplex variations that end in failure, only resulting in "boos" from her audience.)
Sample Role-Play:
"For the longest time, I would dream, and never see my face."
Hana Brightly stood outside a popular supermarket, her hands cuffed within the safety of her extraordinarily puffed winter jacket. She always felt the puffier the jacket, the warmer it potentially was. It wasn't necessarily a type of fashion statement, but instead just an extravagant showcase of her deep love for bubble wrap. Ever since she was a child she enjoyed the wondrous joys of popping the defenseless bubbles, and she squealed whenever one popped just slightly different than the other, giving it its own unique character. While it wasn't the mutilation of living animals, Hana sometimes wondered if the killing of inanimate objects made her a future serial killer. She did occasionally watch Dateline.
Automatic sliding doors were always Hana's enemy, an enemy she never even knew she had until she felt the striving need for independence from her parents. She never quite understood it, but they never, ever, ever opened for her, even when she waved her arms like a crazy person in front of the sensors. Hana Brightly wasn't a crazy person, as much as security cameras may have proved otherwise. "Unique" was a more preferred terminology, and an adjective her mother loved to throw around during family gatherings. Every so often her tone was stinging, but Hana had convinced herself it was just a method of coping. Hana did have a surprising knack for crushing any dreams she may have had, like not being a professional wrestler.
Closing her eyes, allowing the coldness to kiss her eyelids with grace, Hana began lightly hoping in place. Her jacket may have been the puffiest jacket in the history of the world, but it didn't prevent the coldness seeping through her jeans. Supermarkets were probably the busiest buildings in cities, and it was just baffling to her how absolutely no one was using this, door, her door! She hated how today's technology seemingly terminated the existence of manual doors, especially on more current buildings. To her magnificent luck, Buy-Rite was a newer supermarket chain, and she happened to have a membership card awarding her with discounts. Standing outside, waiting for someone to activate the sensor, was just a small price she had to pay if she wanted fifteen cents off a gallon of fat free milk.
"Mirrors would be present, reflecting me. Excitement always causing my heart to beat rapidly. Starting from the heels I would never be wearing, ascending towards the skirt I always imagined myself sporting, to the blouse that hugged the torso I always dreamed of having, the mirrors would reflect all of it. The rush would escalate, and every time, every time I dared look past my neck, I would wake up. Disappointment dancing with reality."
The joy of prancing cart wheels caused Hana Brightly to spring her eyes open. Today her hero took the form of a hunching grandmother, the cart potentially doubling as her assistance walker. Instantly putting on a smile, and stopping her ridiculous ritual, Hana anxiously waited as the screeching wheels became a praising chorus singing "hallelujah." Closer and closer the cart came, Hana's treacherous door no longer holding its champagne for ultimate victory. An aura of defeat lingered as the grandmother activated the sensor, paying absolutely no mind to the walking sheet of pink bubble wrap alongside her. Victory was claimed as the aroma of fresh basked goods brought color back into Hana's cheeks, holding a silent fist up in celebration.
Later this evening, Hana Brightly is booked to face Thaddeus Grey, a man who basked in his own testosterone. While he had the women, the intellect, and the looks to be the success of successes, he may have lacked the nutrition of hearty breakfast. Without a doubt, she was going to need everything she potentially had if she was going to claim another victory tonight, and breakfast, some claim, is the most important meal of the day. Thaddeus just screamed the type of person who woke up well past noon, missing the morning completely! Hana needed that edge! Hana needed to prove the claimers right!
Hana Brightly needed a breakfast of champions!
While normal, possibly sane, people may have immediately chosen Wheaties, Hana couldn't. Not because she had anything against cereal, she absolutely loved cereal, she just....couldn't eat any with the "General Mills" brand name. Why? Hana Brightly, along with her besterest friend in the world, Violet Evans were in protest. Protest over the subsequent killings of Bob and Quello, Chef Wendell's lost brothers on the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. They've even gone as far as to erase any history, claiming the two chefs alongside Wendell never had official names to begin with, thereby claiming any such allegations were absolutely hogwash! Violet Evans, as far as Hana knew, was currently in the process of ransacking the General Mills Headquarters, having mapped an intricate blueprint of the building, supposedly planting miscellaneous weaponry throughout it to fight the cause. Hana would have loved to been there, but Violet Evans was best received in doses for the sake of Hana's sanity.
Piloting a cart, and wishing she was small enough to ride the ones shaped like red and yellow cars, Hana took to the aisles of Buy-Rite. Cereal was undoubtedly her best option. If she cooked anything, she would have burned herself, which would have made her lose focus in her match. Hana needed to focus, and if she burnt her pinkie finger (like she did almost every time) her focus would have been completely lost; a victory for Thaddeus Grey transcribed within the stars. Gunning for the refrigerated aisle, she needed milk. Not just any milk, but 0% fat, skim milk! If she consumed anything else, Hana would have been sluggish, the creamy sensation of 2% milk best left for days of leisure, which today obviously was not. Sluggish Hana meant poor response times, which meant any potential defense was thrown completely out of the window. She would have been Apollo Creed in Rocky IV, and no one wants to be Apollo Creed in Rocky IV. Grasping the handle of her precious key for victory, Hana placed it within her cart, the lone gallon of milk now enjoying its sparse moments of being at room temperature.
"I used to hate this reality. My body felt like a punishment. I had convinced myself that this was deserving, thinking that in a previous life, I may have done something horrible to deserve it. I considered such a desire to be selfish. How would becoming my dream benefit the people around me? But one day, Violet asked, 'But aren't you already enough of a failure?' I then went silent, I was never a success. I never was a benefit to anybody. Becoming who I wanted to be wouldn't have made a single difference."
The journey was becoming a work-out within itself. The refrigerated section and the cereal aisle were on two completely different sides of the supermarket. It felt like she was suddenly in an life-action representation of Frogger. Rushes of cart traffic only provided slight time windows to hop from end-cap to end-cap, and she didn't even want to ponder the thought of losing a life. While Frogger had the ability to reincarnate, Hana wasn't entirely sure if she shared the same trait. Patiently waiting as frantic mothers raced to please their children, Hana slowly, but surely, found herself amongst Snap, Crackle, and Pop.
Rice Krispies, while not a General Mills cereal, was completely out of the question. Like corn, the krispies had the annoying ability to get stuck between teeth, and would sometimes go unnoticed for months! The last thing Hana needed was for a lone krispy to suddenly gain an ego in the middle of the match, causing her to chew it, creating ample time for Thaddeus to deck her out with a lariat. Anything fruit-flavored just made Hana feel absolutely terrible. Just like with fruit-flavored soda, why drink strawberry soda when you can eat actual strawberries? Are actual fruit products not good enough for Hana Brightly?! She dared not anger the fruit, they deserved respect, and needed to be eaten in the manner of which nature provided them. Cereals blanketed in sugar only caused Hana to go insanely hyper, and hyper Hana wasn't a pleasant Hana. While she wanted a triumphant victory over Thaddeus Grey, she didn't want to annoy the man, she needed to create a grateful work environment with her fellow roster members, and having a bad reputation would get her absolutely nowhere in the personal relationship spectrum. Ultimately, Hana Brightly only had one option.
"That night was the first time I would see my real face. From the heels I would never to wear, the skirt I wished I had, and to the torso that constantly haunted me, I finally allowed myself to see my complete reflection. I stood, just smiling at myself, admiring who I was for the first time in my life. I wanted it so desperately, I never wanted to wake-up, I wanted to forever be trapped within this dream I created for myself. The dream needed to be never-ending."
Kellogg's Corn Flakes. They lacked any substantial amounts of sugar. Unless there were strawberry bits within the corn flakes, any fruit-flavoring was amazingly absent. While it was "CORN" flakes, Hana and vegetables never did quite get a long, she felt absolutely no remorse eating vegetables outside of their natural state. The flakes were gargantuan compared to krispies, and despite their size, they never had egos! Corn flakes understood their purpose in being the absolutely perfect cereal, they didn't need the egos that krispies had, they were already the best. Feeling she had found her breakfast of definite victory, Hana picked up the nearest box of corn flakes and hugged it lovingly. "You are the treasure to my heart."
Pairing the couple together in her cart, she smiled as her 0% fat skim milk began to condensate. Obviously it was nervous, and as the cart rolled to the check-out station, it extended its handle to the box of perfection. The milk was practically rolling its arm across the box's shoulders, soothing it as it came to the most frightening part of the movie. Who knew what their fate was when it was Hana's turn to finally check-out. If she somehow forgot to bring her money, they were going to back on their respective shelves, losing their senses of majesty until the next person purchased them.
"Thaddeus cannot beat the power of love." Pulling out her camera-phone, Hana Brightly snapped picture of the cute couple as they waited in line, a twenty-dollar bill securely placed within her pink bubble jacket pocket. It may have been too much, but guaranteed change had a sense of security.
"Now every morning, I see my dream smiling back at me."
