the boxer rebellion [kris]

[fae louise harper]

Fae was in an amazing mood. She was going to be interviewing a boxer! She didn't think she would get any work in America, so the thought of writing an article was fantastic news. She didn't get out much to see boxing matches, it was perhaps one of the sports that she saw the least, though she had attended some. She'd asked a few guys to accompany her to the match but then there was the shooting down in all it's variants. Fae didn't care though, she was wonderfully ecstatic just to be doing the interview. Women seriously needed to stop acting like men were the full point of existing. Because she knew that she would be having dinner at a restaurant with Kris she had eaten almost nothing all day. She had a few chocolate truffles whilst shopping earlier but that was it. Especially since they were going to Essence Restaurant. The food was so filling and wonderful, she couldn't wait. She had even called up the magazine she worked for and they had agreed to pay for their meal for interview purposes. It made no sense to make Kris pay for a dinner when he was helping her out. Not many sports players indulged a twenty-one year old sports journalist. She supposed that Kris must be some sort of angel sent to help her, a sad truth about life was that there just weren't many like him.

Fae got to the restaurant early and waited at their table. She had used the name Harper but had described Kris's appearance so the host knew what table to take him to. Stretching her arms out she could feel all her muscles uncoiling as she started to relax within her seat. She was always a little nervous before interviews, just because they could go wrong. She knew a few people in Journalism that had arranged interviews, got their bosses really excited about it, then had the celebrity storm out for some reason during the interview. And as it is meant to be with journalists, she had done some background scooping on Kris to give her some information with which to base her interview questions. She was convinced that she was allowed one drink while she was waiting so she ordered a glass of red wine. The magazine was paying for it after all. She was wearing a blouse that hugged her skin slightly but not something that screamed look-at-my-boobs. It was tiger print and her legs were covered by jet black leggings. She happily waited in silence, sipping her wine as she did so. She understood that some people were into the scene of vodka or jack daniels but to her nothing beat good old fashioned wine. Anything else and she would be throwing up and someone would have to hold her hair, not to mention she'd be in no fit state to go home. No, wine was fine.

Her lips pursed a little as she noticed a few people walking through the doors. She hoped that within that hustle her boxer was walking through. It was also not uncommon for a journalist to be stood up. She stood up straight with her notepad in front of her in preparation for the interview with her long straight hair hanging past her shoulders in a straight and perfectionist style.

[KRIS JOSEPH MARSHALL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » KJ MARSHALL. kris had kindly agreed to do a interview with a sports journalist who he knew little about. it wasn't like him at all since he would usually stay clear of many journalist who only wanted to know about his personal life. since he was doing a local charity match later that evening he decided that this would be a good chance to promote the charity that he was supporting. it was for a good cause and it was for those who had lost people close to them through cancer. the charity he was fighting for helped the family of those who were currently going through the horrible disease something of which his father had died from years ago. a tragedy his family had to go through, he used his career for something of the greater good hoping that some poor child out there wouldn't have to go through the same pain he had experienced whilst growing up. death wasn't a nice thing for anyone to go through and although he eventually came to terms with his fathers death, it was one of the hardest things he had to go through. slipping on a clean shirt to go with his dark denim jeans, kris took a glance at himself in the mirror as he stood in his room. he had been up training early this morning and had not long come from the gym. training then working out had been a big part of his routine whilst staying out in crystal lake. he had the national boxing championships in the summer so he decided to come out to crystal lake to take a break from the hype of la to train and prepare himself mentally. he loved his career and was pretty much taking on his fathers legacy who was also a professional boxer before he passed. brushing himself over, kris glanced at his watch which sat on his right wrist, it was nearly time to leave already and he didn't want to be late. he hated being late for anything, he always liked to punctual and on time. it wasn't a long drive to the restaurant that he had planned to meet fae at. he had called her earlier in the day to confirm the time that they would be meeting. taking the short drive to the restaurant he thought about his answers to the questions that she would potentially ask him. he had to be prepared, he was the type of guy that hated to be caught of guard, especially in the industry that he grew up in where anything he would say was blown out of proportion. finding a quick parking space, he slipped out of his sliver mercedes heading straight for the restaurant doors. entering the restaurant the host pointed him into the direction of where fae was sitting. smiling as he approached her, kris began to feel a little nervous, something which was odd for him. sitting directly opposite her he let the smile remained on his face. "hey, i'm kris" introducing himself, he held out his hand in a hope that she would shake it not knowing how else to greet her. "i see you've already got yourself a drink"

[/b] he let out a small chuckle, trying to make the atmosphere as comfortable as possible. waving the waiter over he ordered himself water. kris wasn't a big drinker and since he had his match later that evening he wasn't about to start drinking anything alcoholic. smiling he gazed at her. "it's nice to finally meet you"[/b] he spoke in a calm tone.

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[fae louise harper]

As he approached her, smiling, Fae felt a divide of her senses. All mental sense told her to remain professional at all times. Her physical senses were buzzing about the fact that he was even more attractive in person. Not that she would act on that. After all, the magazine she worked for was paying for everything. The meal, the ticket to his charity match, even the petrol she used to get there. So if she was using her magazine's money to get this interview, she needed to make sure that she did her job efficiently. She took his hand in hers and shook it politely. When he observed that she'd ordered a drink Fae nodded with a smile, letting him move on to order his own drink by remaining silent until he commented on how it was nice to meet her. "And I, you. It was just my luck that the handsome man that broke his phone turned out to be a boxer that I could write about to promote charity." she grinned, what a great scoop this was.

She opened up her notebook as the waitress came by with their drinks. "So, shall we start with your training regime?" Fae looked up at Kris to confirm that he was okay talking about that. It was never surprising what a sports star refused to answer. Some people acted dodgy about giving away their secrets. When she confirmed he was okay with it, she proceeded. "How do you prepare for your matches? You must have a very strict fitness regime." she inquired, her pen at the ready to make notes.