>>19019105Noire, typically cool as a penguin's ass, is instead sweating like a whore in church and breathing like an asthmatic in a cigar factory.
Priscilla Divine, THE champ, is here at the dojo assessing the new crop of talent.
This is her chance to make an impression.
>H-Hiya there, champ! The name's Noire>N-Not THE Noire though, that was my old lady>Well, one a my old ladies hehe. Long story, but I'm sure you ain't interested >Ya know I don't think ya ever met either one o' my momz, but they told me they broke into yer house once>Wouldn't tell me wot they were gettin' up to in there tho haha (Oh God, change the subject!)>Say, whaddaya think a' the hat? Some folks 'round here been sayin' I need ta find my own gimmick, that I ain't Noire and I ain't never gonna be Noire>But ta them I sez, this coat an' tie might be hand-me-downs, but they fit me better than any other dame wot wore 'em before >Sure, I may look like my mother, an' talk like my mother, an' share my mother's fondness for Raymond Chandler, but dammit I'm my own woman!>They just haven't given me a chance yet, after all ya can't tell a chocolate souffle from a dish o' dog shit til ya bite into it, r-right?>I'm the chocolate souffle in that scenario in case you were wonderin'Several agonizing seconds of silence later...
>H-Hey, wanna see me clean an' jerk 200kg?>Let's just..>*groaning* Almost..>Uh oh..>Um..>A little help? *nervous laughter* 