Post by Espirit Rain on Jun 18, 2020 19:36:48 GMT -5
+++A mural can be seen, painted on a brick wall at the back of a house right in the heart of Baltimore, Maryland. The mural is of a rainbow above the ocean, with a dolphin jumping toward it. Attempting to touch it with its nose as the sun reflects its light upon the surface. The water shimmering with light from its rays.
In front of the wall, sits a portable art studio, with three paintbrushes each soaking in a cherry red cup that is filled wirh water and seven cans of paint, all of which are sealed positioned around fhe cup in a circular formation.
Standing atop the grass seven feet away from the mural with a smile across her face, is a female who appears to be in her early twenties and is wearing a snow-white t-shirt that has sky blue and golden yellow paint splashed across it, tight-fitting denim jeans, which also have paint on them and white casual shoes that weren't lucky enough to avoid paint splashing onto them either.
The female doesn't appear to be worried about that, however. She's too busy admiring the fruits of her labor and the expression of her more creative side. Smiling, her eyes survey the mural, paying attention to each and every detail.
From the crashing waves to the droplets of water splashing up as the dolphin rises as a gentle breeze begins to brush against her skin, causing her to calmly raise her right hand; push her bangs back over the right hand side of her hairline. Patting it gently once she does so. All while tilting her head slightly to the left; maintaining focus on the intricities of the mural.+++
***Unidentified Female***
{I need to show this to Naji. I know he'll just love it.}
+++Laughing, the female pivots her body to the right, calmly walking across the grass, breathing gently and blissfully as she does. Her eyes glancing at the trees that line her route toward the concrete footpath that leads from the snow-white wooden fence at the front of her house right up to the cream painted oak front door. The air filling her lungs with every breath, she slightly hastens the pacing of her walk, before stopping at the edge of the footpath.
Her chocolate brown eyes glancing straight at a small ceramic pot painted with an ornate wine and jet black design; located about four feet to her right; on the opposite side of the footpath. A rose growing out of the soil within.
Gently surveying it, she nods to herself. Luckily, the wind hadn't knocked it over, as it is a sentimental rose and pot to her. Gifted by her father when she made the decision to move away from home in the summer of 2017. Three months after her eighteenth birthday.
Sighing, the girl tilts her head towards the door, her eyes fixated on the glistening purple painted oak sign that adorns it. One that reads "Espirit". Short for Espirit Rain, the woman who has painted the mural and the sign; one of the newest signees to a promotion known simply as J-ROK. A promotion, based in Japan and oriented around the puroresu style of wrestling.
A style that her father introduced her to at the age of 8, when he would watch Japanese wrestling at home; Espirit would sit next to him. The memory causing a small smile to appear across the face of her as she pivots her body to the left; commences her five foot walk down the footpath towards her door. Stopping to pivot back around as she reaches her small, antique porch.+++
***Espirit Rain***
{Hi, I didn't notice you there ... well, I guess it'd be rude for me not to tell you who I am, wouldn't it? I'm Naomi Jayuk de Silva Karana, or at least, that is my birth name. The name I go by more often and the name you will become familiar with, is Espirit Rain.}
+++She laughs softly to herself, as she looks at the camera that has been following her throughout her journey. Recording her for the entire world to see. At least, those who watch these sorts of recordings when they are broadcast.+++
***Espirit Rain***
{I'm an artist. A free-spirit who travels the world, looking for new adventure. Something that J-ROK and professional wrestling provides. A method, in which I can showcase my artistic nature to the world. The ring as my own personal canvas.}
+++She smiles.+++
***Espirit Rain***
{I hope to be able to share my masterpieces with the whole world. Show them that life is meant to be enjoyed ... and that art is the greatest avenue of expressing yourself. No matter what artform you choose. All art is magical and enables our own spiritual freedom.}
+++Another laugh leaves her lips, as she allows the camera to see the paint on her shirt. The product of her artistic nature.+++
***Espirit Rain***
{I can't wait to see my new canvas.}
+++Smiling one final time, she pivots her body around, as the camera finishes recording. The screen, slowly fading into darkness with the word "Espirit" appearing in snow-white comic sans font across the center as it does.+++
In front of the wall, sits a portable art studio, with three paintbrushes each soaking in a cherry red cup that is filled wirh water and seven cans of paint, all of which are sealed positioned around fhe cup in a circular formation.
Standing atop the grass seven feet away from the mural with a smile across her face, is a female who appears to be in her early twenties and is wearing a snow-white t-shirt that has sky blue and golden yellow paint splashed across it, tight-fitting denim jeans, which also have paint on them and white casual shoes that weren't lucky enough to avoid paint splashing onto them either.
The female doesn't appear to be worried about that, however. She's too busy admiring the fruits of her labor and the expression of her more creative side. Smiling, her eyes survey the mural, paying attention to each and every detail.
From the crashing waves to the droplets of water splashing up as the dolphin rises as a gentle breeze begins to brush against her skin, causing her to calmly raise her right hand; push her bangs back over the right hand side of her hairline. Patting it gently once she does so. All while tilting her head slightly to the left; maintaining focus on the intricities of the mural.+++
***Unidentified Female***
{I need to show this to Naji. I know he'll just love it.}
+++Laughing, the female pivots her body to the right, calmly walking across the grass, breathing gently and blissfully as she does. Her eyes glancing at the trees that line her route toward the concrete footpath that leads from the snow-white wooden fence at the front of her house right up to the cream painted oak front door. The air filling her lungs with every breath, she slightly hastens the pacing of her walk, before stopping at the edge of the footpath.
Her chocolate brown eyes glancing straight at a small ceramic pot painted with an ornate wine and jet black design; located about four feet to her right; on the opposite side of the footpath. A rose growing out of the soil within.
Gently surveying it, she nods to herself. Luckily, the wind hadn't knocked it over, as it is a sentimental rose and pot to her. Gifted by her father when she made the decision to move away from home in the summer of 2017. Three months after her eighteenth birthday.
Sighing, the girl tilts her head towards the door, her eyes fixated on the glistening purple painted oak sign that adorns it. One that reads "Espirit". Short for Espirit Rain, the woman who has painted the mural and the sign; one of the newest signees to a promotion known simply as J-ROK. A promotion, based in Japan and oriented around the puroresu style of wrestling.
A style that her father introduced her to at the age of 8, when he would watch Japanese wrestling at home; Espirit would sit next to him. The memory causing a small smile to appear across the face of her as she pivots her body to the left; commences her five foot walk down the footpath towards her door. Stopping to pivot back around as she reaches her small, antique porch.+++
***Espirit Rain***
{Hi, I didn't notice you there ... well, I guess it'd be rude for me not to tell you who I am, wouldn't it? I'm Naomi Jayuk de Silva Karana, or at least, that is my birth name. The name I go by more often and the name you will become familiar with, is Espirit Rain.}
+++She laughs softly to herself, as she looks at the camera that has been following her throughout her journey. Recording her for the entire world to see. At least, those who watch these sorts of recordings when they are broadcast.+++
***Espirit Rain***
{I'm an artist. A free-spirit who travels the world, looking for new adventure. Something that J-ROK and professional wrestling provides. A method, in which I can showcase my artistic nature to the world. The ring as my own personal canvas.}
+++She smiles.+++
***Espirit Rain***
{I hope to be able to share my masterpieces with the whole world. Show them that life is meant to be enjoyed ... and that art is the greatest avenue of expressing yourself. No matter what artform you choose. All art is magical and enables our own spiritual freedom.}
+++Another laugh leaves her lips, as she allows the camera to see the paint on her shirt. The product of her artistic nature.+++
***Espirit Rain***
{I can't wait to see my new canvas.}
+++Smiling one final time, she pivots her body around, as the camera finishes recording. The screen, slowly fading into darkness with the word "Espirit" appearing in snow-white comic sans font across the center as it does.+++