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[sup]🔪   [color=9966cc][b]LOCATION[/b][/color]   🔪 Colosseum[/sup]
[sup]🔪   [color=9966cc][b]OUTFIT[/b][/color]   🔪 [url=https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/ad/89/64/ad89647fa179f7339e8a37fb38a34a13.jpg]Armor[/url][/sup]
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[color=5d8aa8][indent][indent][indent]Gigi Russo was, if nothing else, the kind of person who [i]absolutely[/i] would get nervous before a big fight. Hell, anytime she felt any sort of responsibility creep its way into her mind or into her life, for some reason she would always feel it crawl up her skin, linger with her and cause her to enter certain spiels of uncertainty that anyone with a supernatural, uncanny sense of empathy - much like Lil - could sense her. It wasn’t always so noticeable but under immense stress, things usually got pretty intense.

And right now, just before she was set to enter her first [i]real[/i] fight (because Ashton quit like a pussy), Gigi was, in fact, under a lot of stress. Some of it was placed on herself, having been someone who never did well with expectations. She always rose to them, of course, but self-sabotage was the name of Gigi’s game and she was currently undefeated. Unfortunately for her, being undefeate at this very unique game made Gigi’s mind a bit of a melting pot for all sorts of thoughts:

[color=9966cc][i]You’re not good enough.

You’re gonna fail.

Avery is gonna be so disappointed in you.

Sabina will ridicule you for your form.

You’ll never be able to eat well for a week because of your bad habits.[/i][/color]

The effect these thoughts had on her were disastrous for her pregame. She needed to focus. She needed to concentrate on being the best that she could be against someone that could knock her flat on her not-so-flat ass if she wasn’t careful. Noah was a lot of things but able to show restraint wasn’t one of them. She knew the only chance Gigi had against that fiery daughter of Vulcan was to be in the best shape she could be, but how was that even possible when her own mind and feelings betrayed her? 

She had to get a handle on it. She had to. She had to be able to silence the voices of doubt that plagued her very being.

She just had to. 

[color=#9966CC]"[/color][color=#9465C4]D[/color][color=#9064BC]e[/color][color=#8C64B4]e[/color][color=#8863AD]p[/color] [color=#7F629D]b[/color][color=#7B6295]r[/color][color=#77618E]e[/color][color=#726086]a[/color][color=#6E607E]t[/color][color=#6A5F76]h[/color][color=#665F6F]s[/color][color=#615E67]-[/color][color=#5D5E5F]-[/color][color=#595D57]"[/color]were words she said just as she heard them. Unknowingly, she must’ve reached out to her father, because she heard Pluto’s voice. Perhaps it was the desperate feeling of needing assurance that drew him to her. She could usually do that no problem, but she hadn’t consciously manifested a hand out to him, yet daddy always knew when Gigi needed a pick-me-up.

He didn’t say anything else. Gigi could hear herself think again. The voices that caused her doubt were gone, the panic attack sudbued and she smiled. She looked into a plate of glass, into her own reflection. She smiled. [color=9966cc]“Thank you daddy. I got it from here.”[/color] As she said that, she swore she could [i]hear[/i] him smile. An odd thing but that’s all she needed. His belief calmed her and now she was ready to spend the next ten minutes to calm herself, concentrate on her resolve, and when the time came, kick that ginger’s ass all over the colosseum. 
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