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deernet2022-06-24 05:45 pm
abornfighter) wrote in deernet2022-06-24 05:45 pm
[Video] un: QueenCobra (memshare accidental video)
[Memory #1 - Creeper Landlord]
[Tory’s Omni flicks on, showing the courtyard of an apartment complex that’s trying to disguise how run down and in disrepair it is with some scenic plants outside.
Tory emerges from one apartment, approaching the landlord, Rodney, who’s working on a repair. He appears to be in his late forties, average sized, with a build that reflects he’s no stranger to physical labour. ”Hey, you haven’t fixed the leak yet” He continues working for the moment, replying “And you haven’t paid rent. See how that works?” Tory nods, giving her assurances that she’ll pay. ”Yeah, I’ll have it to you by next week. I’m already working doubles.”
As he works, Rodney remarks, “Last month it was some excuse about your mom’s diabetes…” ”-Dialysis-” Tory replies, quickly and emphatically correcting him. He responds with shrugging indifference before finally stopping and facing Tory. “Same diff. It’s not my job to keep track of your excuses. My job is to cash rent cheques. If I can’t do my job, then you can’t live here.” Worry etches itself onto Tory’s face. “Don’t do that. My mom, she’s…”
Rodney shakes his head. “That caretaker thing is the only reason you’re not in juvie.” Tory looks surprised, and he simply nods. “Yeah, I heard about that cat fight that got you expelled.” ”You don’t know anything about that,” Tory answers irritably. Rodney shrugs again. “I know if I had some mud and an inflatable pool, I could have sold tickets. That boy you two fought over would have sat front and center.” ”Don’t talk about him.” Tory warns.
“Boys.” The landlord smiles, stepping right into Tory’s personal space, looking her up and down. “See, now if you had a man instead of a boy, maybe things would be easier. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent.” He reaches up to touch her hair and stroke her face, and in an instant, Tory seizes him, bending him backward into a submission hold. ”Bet you wouldn’t sound like a man if I broke your wrist!”
“Mm-mm. I wouldn’t do that.” The hold clearly hurts, but despite the pain, Rodney remains arrogant, smiling cockily at her. “What would your probation officer say?” Tory pauses for a moment before letting him go and shoving him away from her. “Think on what I said,” Rodney says, starting to turn to leave. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight, but if I don’t, I’d better see you with a cheque on the first.” He makes a claw gesture and a mocking cat meow before walking away laughing loudly. Tory glares, frustrated, then takes her anger out on the nearby drain pipe with a kick hard enough to dent it.]
[Memory #2 - Callous Aunt]
[Tory is out walking along the sidewalk of a strip mall wearing a tank top and leggings when a familiar voice remarks, “You’re a hard girl to find.” She finds herself facing her aunt who is giving her an accusational look. “Avoiding your Auntie Kandice now, sweetheart? Ignoring my calls?”
Tory doesn’t bother denying it. “Yeah. What do you want?” Her aunt replies with fake cheer, “To see you, of course!” only to look off to the side and add, “...and to ask if my sister’s disability payment came in yet.” Tory is visibly annoyed at the admission, but not surprised. ”What, need funding for another scam? That money’s for us.” Kandice attempts to guilt trip Tory. “Come on, my sister promised to always take care of me. She taught you better.”
“She taught me how to recognize a low class leech,” Tory retorts, her disgust for her aunt’s selfishness and greed apparent. Kandice’s expression turns to a glare as she speaks sternly to Tory. “Mind your manners! When your mom kicks the bucket–” she cuts off as Tory tosses her bag down and gets into her aunt’s face.
“Oooh, quick temper,” Kandice remarks. “Just like your old man.” She takes her breath and makes her tone a little more polite before speaking again. “When your mother passes…gracefully. Then what? You think your daddy’s going to just show up out of the blue?” Kandice points at herself. “I’m all you’ve got.”
Tory scowls, backing up. “You don’t give a shit about us. You just want her survivor benefits.” Her aunt has objections, protesting “I was at little Bobby’s fourth birthday party just last year.” Tory is quick to point out that her aunt Kandice just proved correct. ”-Brandon- is eight. And next year, I’ll be eighteen.”
Tory begins to walk away before her aunt grabs her arm. “Hey. Who do you think’s going to win a custody battle? You’re a high school dropout and a criminal.” ”So are you,” Tory replies, trying to put on a confident facade but not quite succeeding. “Yeah, but I know how to play the game. A judge is going to take one look at you and laugh you straight outta court.” Cruelly mocking, she adds, “See you at the funeral, sweetheart. Tick tock”, leaving Tory angry and worried.]
[Memory #3 - Victory]
[The final scene unfolds at a tournament. Some Trench residents watching this unintentional broadcast might recognize Terry Silver. There’s another old man standing beside him in the same black gi, John Kreese. Tory is facing both of them.
“Let her do what she wants. You’ve come this far. This is your fight now. So whatever happens, it’s up to you.” Tory nods and bows before her match resumes.
The match is a tense one - both because it’s the tournament finals, and because of her history with her opponent. She and Sam have disliked one another since the day they met, and their rivalry only escalated from there. Even a few months ago, Tory might not have cared about fighting fair. But now? She’s careful to stay within sight of the brunette’s uninjured eye. It’s Tory’s way of trying to fight fairly, since she’d accidentally elbowed Sam when grappling earlier in the match. Tory wants an honorable win.
The two girls exchange blows until Tory drops low and lands a clean hit in Sam’s midsection, knocking her to the floor. “Point! Winner,” the referee declares. Despite her past grudge, Tory is visibly concerned for the other girl. ”Hey, are you okay?”
Sam looks confused at the question, uncomprehending of why Tory of all people would ask her that. Before Tory can say anything more, the referee takes her wrist and holds her arm up, declaring her the All Valley female champion, and that Cobra Kai has won the All Valley championship. Her fellow Cobra Kai students, all in black and gold karate gis, all swoop in to hug her and lift her up.
“What a match!” the tournament’s announcer declares enthusiastically. “Whaaaat a match! Give it up for your first female champion, Tory Nichols!”]
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[Upon realizing that her Omni has been broadcasting, Tory makes a sound of annoyance.]
Ugh. Looks like it's my turn for this bullshit.
[Her hand reaches out and hastily shuts the Omni off.]
[Tory’s Omni flicks on, showing the courtyard of an apartment complex that’s trying to disguise how run down and in disrepair it is with some scenic plants outside.
Tory emerges from one apartment, approaching the landlord, Rodney, who’s working on a repair. He appears to be in his late forties, average sized, with a build that reflects he’s no stranger to physical labour. ”Hey, you haven’t fixed the leak yet” He continues working for the moment, replying “And you haven’t paid rent. See how that works?” Tory nods, giving her assurances that she’ll pay. ”Yeah, I’ll have it to you by next week. I’m already working doubles.”
As he works, Rodney remarks, “Last month it was some excuse about your mom’s diabetes…” ”-Dialysis-” Tory replies, quickly and emphatically correcting him. He responds with shrugging indifference before finally stopping and facing Tory. “Same diff. It’s not my job to keep track of your excuses. My job is to cash rent cheques. If I can’t do my job, then you can’t live here.” Worry etches itself onto Tory’s face. “Don’t do that. My mom, she’s…”
Rodney shakes his head. “That caretaker thing is the only reason you’re not in juvie.” Tory looks surprised, and he simply nods. “Yeah, I heard about that cat fight that got you expelled.” ”You don’t know anything about that,” Tory answers irritably. Rodney shrugs again. “I know if I had some mud and an inflatable pool, I could have sold tickets. That boy you two fought over would have sat front and center.” ”Don’t talk about him.” Tory warns.
“Boys.” The landlord smiles, stepping right into Tory’s personal space, looking her up and down. “See, now if you had a man instead of a boy, maybe things would be easier. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent.” He reaches up to touch her hair and stroke her face, and in an instant, Tory seizes him, bending him backward into a submission hold. ”Bet you wouldn’t sound like a man if I broke your wrist!”
“Mm-mm. I wouldn’t do that.” The hold clearly hurts, but despite the pain, Rodney remains arrogant, smiling cockily at her. “What would your probation officer say?” Tory pauses for a moment before letting him go and shoving him away from her. “Think on what I said,” Rodney says, starting to turn to leave. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight, but if I don’t, I’d better see you with a cheque on the first.” He makes a claw gesture and a mocking cat meow before walking away laughing loudly. Tory glares, frustrated, then takes her anger out on the nearby drain pipe with a kick hard enough to dent it.]
[Memory #2 - Callous Aunt]
[Tory is out walking along the sidewalk of a strip mall wearing a tank top and leggings when a familiar voice remarks, “You’re a hard girl to find.” She finds herself facing her aunt who is giving her an accusational look. “Avoiding your Auntie Kandice now, sweetheart? Ignoring my calls?”
Tory doesn’t bother denying it. “Yeah. What do you want?” Her aunt replies with fake cheer, “To see you, of course!” only to look off to the side and add, “...and to ask if my sister’s disability payment came in yet.” Tory is visibly annoyed at the admission, but not surprised. ”What, need funding for another scam? That money’s for us.” Kandice attempts to guilt trip Tory. “Come on, my sister promised to always take care of me. She taught you better.”
“She taught me how to recognize a low class leech,” Tory retorts, her disgust for her aunt’s selfishness and greed apparent. Kandice’s expression turns to a glare as she speaks sternly to Tory. “Mind your manners! When your mom kicks the bucket–” she cuts off as Tory tosses her bag down and gets into her aunt’s face.
“Oooh, quick temper,” Kandice remarks. “Just like your old man.” She takes her breath and makes her tone a little more polite before speaking again. “When your mother passes…gracefully. Then what? You think your daddy’s going to just show up out of the blue?” Kandice points at herself. “I’m all you’ve got.”
Tory scowls, backing up. “You don’t give a shit about us. You just want her survivor benefits.” Her aunt has objections, protesting “I was at little Bobby’s fourth birthday party just last year.” Tory is quick to point out that her aunt Kandice just proved correct. ”-Brandon- is eight. And next year, I’ll be eighteen.”
Tory begins to walk away before her aunt grabs her arm. “Hey. Who do you think’s going to win a custody battle? You’re a high school dropout and a criminal.” ”So are you,” Tory replies, trying to put on a confident facade but not quite succeeding. “Yeah, but I know how to play the game. A judge is going to take one look at you and laugh you straight outta court.” Cruelly mocking, she adds, “See you at the funeral, sweetheart. Tick tock”, leaving Tory angry and worried.]
[Memory #3 - Victory]
[The final scene unfolds at a tournament. Some Trench residents watching this unintentional broadcast might recognize Terry Silver. There’s another old man standing beside him in the same black gi, John Kreese. Tory is facing both of them.
“Let her do what she wants. You’ve come this far. This is your fight now. So whatever happens, it’s up to you.” Tory nods and bows before her match resumes.
The match is a tense one - both because it’s the tournament finals, and because of her history with her opponent. She and Sam have disliked one another since the day they met, and their rivalry only escalated from there. Even a few months ago, Tory might not have cared about fighting fair. But now? She’s careful to stay within sight of the brunette’s uninjured eye. It’s Tory’s way of trying to fight fairly, since she’d accidentally elbowed Sam when grappling earlier in the match. Tory wants an honorable win.
The two girls exchange blows until Tory drops low and lands a clean hit in Sam’s midsection, knocking her to the floor. “Point! Winner,” the referee declares. Despite her past grudge, Tory is visibly concerned for the other girl. ”Hey, are you okay?”
Sam looks confused at the question, uncomprehending of why Tory of all people would ask her that. Before Tory can say anything more, the referee takes her wrist and holds her arm up, declaring her the All Valley female champion, and that Cobra Kai has won the All Valley championship. Her fellow Cobra Kai students, all in black and gold karate gis, all swoop in to hug her and lift her up.
“What a match!” the tournament’s announcer declares enthusiastically. “Whaaaat a match! Give it up for your first female champion, Tory Nichols!”]
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[Upon realizing that her Omni has been broadcasting, Tory makes a sound of annoyance.]
Ugh. Looks like it's my turn for this bullshit.
[Her hand reaches out and hastily shuts the Omni off.]
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She offers a little smile.]
I'm not sure I'd even trust her to take care of a houseplant.
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It's rather astounding that people like that are so very capable of surviving anything life throws their way themselves but are completely incapable of taking care of other people. I suppose all their energies and resources must go completely inwards towards just themselves.
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