Post by Homeless Harriett on Dec 24, 2009 13:40:37 GMT -5
Harriett is walking down the snow filled street, her hands are in her pockets and her head is down. She turns the corner and walks another mile before stopping, in front of her is a tent city of sorts, there are burning barrels every couple of feet and several hundred people milling about. She walks over to the first barrel and pulls her hands out of her pocket she then places them over the fire rubbing them as they slowly warm up. She places her warm hands on her face trying to ease up the iciness of her skin. A young man walks over to her and hands her a cup, inside the cup is a dark liquid.
Man: Its just instant cocoa but you look like you could use it to warm you up.
HH: Thanks. (she takes a sip) Yeah, this is what I needed, thanks a lot. Its so darn cold.
Man: Well it will only get colder. Are you new to Michigan then?
HH: Yeah…I moved up here in May. Well my ride stopped in Kalamazoo back in May and it wasn’t too cold then. I wish my job would amount to something.
Man: You have a job? And you’re still on the streets..doesn’t sound like a very good job.
HH: it’s a fine job but you have to really work at it to get the big paycheck. I’ve been assured this season will be better but I haven’t won a match at all during this first season. I mean what are the chances I’ll start winning now?
Man: Matches? Do you do bum fights?
HH: (laughs) No, I work for MWA…
Man: The wrestling thing? Oh wait I heard about you! You’re Homeless Harriett! I’m extremely glad to meet you, I’m Aidan.
HH: Its nice to meet you. Do you know where I can lay down my blanket to get some shut eye, this is my first time over here. I usually stick to my alley but the shop keeper who owned it told me I had to get out and told me where this palce was. I’m just really tired, I’ll probably move on tomorrow I just don’t want to cause any trouble.
Aidan: (raises his eyebrow) Don’t want to do a Dumpster Dive on someone?
Harriett laughs and follows the young man through the maze of tents and barrels. They slow down once a rather large line of tents appear, each tent is connected in this area and looks like a mini mansion of tents,.
HH: There doesn’t seem to be any room over here…
Aidan: Don’t worry about it, these are mine and my friends. You’re welcome to bunk with us.
HH: Really? Well..thanks.
The mournful sound of a harmonica begins to play to their left, Harriett stands very still and listens intently to the music. She begins to walk towards the sound. As she rounds the corner she begins to yell “Icky ICKY!!” She runs over to the old man sitting on an over turned barrel ignoring the looks of disgust. Apparently they don’t like when one of their own is called something as horrible as Icky. The old man looks up and his toothless grin shows that the nickname doesn’t bother him.
Icky: Dear child, is it really you? I didn’t think I’d set these eyes on your pretty face again.
HH: Me either. Aidan…this is my friend Icky..err Ichabod. He helped me when I first got to Michigan. We lost track of each other so I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. Your music is beautiful Icky. What’s that Rocky? (Harriett takes Rocky out of her pocket and appears to be listening to the rock.) Why that is a great idea! Icky how would you like a job?
Icky: Oh child, I can’t have a job everyone knows when you’re homeless no one’s gonna hire ya. You ain’t got an address.
HH: I’ll hire you! If you don’t mind playing your harmonica in front of super large crowds. I need some entrance music, J.J has been on my case about it. Rocky think it may even make me more credible as a real proffessional wrestler. We’re traveling international this season too so you can see the world, like you’ve always wanted. So what do you say?
Icky: Sure, why not. Sounds like fun. Where are we off to first?
HH: Mexico.
Icky: Good food…but don’t drink the water. When do we leave?
HH: In the morning I have to go to headquarters, I guess we are being given random tag team partners so I need to find out who my partner is and from there I guess we’ll start driving. I’m sure someone will let us ride with them…
Icky: Driving to Mexico from Michigan…are you crazy child. We’ll have to fly to make it in time for the show.
HH: I can’t fly…
Icky: Well we’ll see…go get some shut eye child. I’ll see you in the morning.
Man: Its just instant cocoa but you look like you could use it to warm you up.
HH: Thanks. (she takes a sip) Yeah, this is what I needed, thanks a lot. Its so darn cold.
Man: Well it will only get colder. Are you new to Michigan then?
HH: Yeah…I moved up here in May. Well my ride stopped in Kalamazoo back in May and it wasn’t too cold then. I wish my job would amount to something.
Man: You have a job? And you’re still on the streets..doesn’t sound like a very good job.
HH: it’s a fine job but you have to really work at it to get the big paycheck. I’ve been assured this season will be better but I haven’t won a match at all during this first season. I mean what are the chances I’ll start winning now?
Man: Matches? Do you do bum fights?
HH: (laughs) No, I work for MWA…
Man: The wrestling thing? Oh wait I heard about you! You’re Homeless Harriett! I’m extremely glad to meet you, I’m Aidan.
HH: Its nice to meet you. Do you know where I can lay down my blanket to get some shut eye, this is my first time over here. I usually stick to my alley but the shop keeper who owned it told me I had to get out and told me where this palce was. I’m just really tired, I’ll probably move on tomorrow I just don’t want to cause any trouble.
Aidan: (raises his eyebrow) Don’t want to do a Dumpster Dive on someone?
Harriett laughs and follows the young man through the maze of tents and barrels. They slow down once a rather large line of tents appear, each tent is connected in this area and looks like a mini mansion of tents,.
HH: There doesn’t seem to be any room over here…
Aidan: Don’t worry about it, these are mine and my friends. You’re welcome to bunk with us.
HH: Really? Well..thanks.
The mournful sound of a harmonica begins to play to their left, Harriett stands very still and listens intently to the music. She begins to walk towards the sound. As she rounds the corner she begins to yell “Icky ICKY!!” She runs over to the old man sitting on an over turned barrel ignoring the looks of disgust. Apparently they don’t like when one of their own is called something as horrible as Icky. The old man looks up and his toothless grin shows that the nickname doesn’t bother him.
Icky: Dear child, is it really you? I didn’t think I’d set these eyes on your pretty face again.
HH: Me either. Aidan…this is my friend Icky..err Ichabod. He helped me when I first got to Michigan. We lost track of each other so I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. Your music is beautiful Icky. What’s that Rocky? (Harriett takes Rocky out of her pocket and appears to be listening to the rock.) Why that is a great idea! Icky how would you like a job?
Icky: Oh child, I can’t have a job everyone knows when you’re homeless no one’s gonna hire ya. You ain’t got an address.
HH: I’ll hire you! If you don’t mind playing your harmonica in front of super large crowds. I need some entrance music, J.J has been on my case about it. Rocky think it may even make me more credible as a real proffessional wrestler. We’re traveling international this season too so you can see the world, like you’ve always wanted. So what do you say?
Icky: Sure, why not. Sounds like fun. Where are we off to first?
HH: Mexico.
Icky: Good food…but don’t drink the water. When do we leave?
HH: In the morning I have to go to headquarters, I guess we are being given random tag team partners so I need to find out who my partner is and from there I guess we’ll start driving. I’m sure someone will let us ride with them…
Icky: Driving to Mexico from Michigan…are you crazy child. We’ll have to fly to make it in time for the show.
HH: I can’t fly…
Icky: Well we’ll see…go get some shut eye child. I’ll see you in the morning.
