ʏᴏ, ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴ! ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖᶫᵃʸ ⁾

you see, they don't remember you, they remember the rep. you understand? indie rocky 'italian stallion' balboa.

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                      ❝ well — - ❞

a perfectly arched eyebrow  rose in question, lip curling ever so slightly at her confusion.  she never made an effort to  talk to people unless needed, but this guy seemed desperate.

                    ❝ i ain’t any psychiatrist,                     but sayin’ you ain’t won’t help you any.  ❞

[italianstalliion]

                        ❛ i jus’ can’t help but thinkin’--                               yo rock, this ain’t such a good                              idea, you know? i jus’ keep                               thinkin’ i ain’t goin’ to go the                               distance. ❜

   [ it’s almost as though      he never heard her in      the first place. ] 

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         ❛ oh. oh my GOD. you’re that uh — that fighter               guy right!? holy shit! my dad used to watch you all               the time. do you still fight? we don’t really have tv               where i’m uh — where i’m based.❜

                                  though he’s debating stealing one now if such                                          is the case. worth every second of it.

[italianstalliion]

                       ❛ yea, ‘m rocky balboa, the italian                             stallion, you know. how you doin’? ❜

   [ alright, not his best introduction,      but he can’t come up with anything      better on the spot-- he needs time      to prepare for those things; he’s no      social genius. ] 

                 ❛ ‘m officially retired... --ey, where                       you stayin’ that ain’t got a TV? ❜

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                                              ❛ my ’ FOLKS ‘ don’t tend to keep pets. ❜ 

                         yeah —      it’s not like she has a CAT that follows her every move.                          & yet,        she swore she wouldn’t adopt it but somehow it BURIED                          into her H O M E.         a brief glance is spared in RESPECT to the                          fish,     not to mention how HARSH her brow is rising to crease her                          forehead.  people in her PROFESSION don’t tend to keep animals,                          there’s             no need to inflict TRAUMA upon an incapable being. 

[italianstalliion]

                      ❛ yea, well, maybe you ought’ta                           keep a pet, you know? they make                           real nice companions-- these turtles--                           cuff an’ link, you know-- they don’ make                           too big a’ mess an’ they don’ cost too                            much, neither. jus’ gotta feed ‘em li’l...                           li’l FLIES an’ things. ‘course, you gotta                           buy the bowl an’, an’ the marbles, but i                           know a real good place for those kinds                           a’ things-- adrian, she’ll get you sumthin’                            real nice. --they’re real cute, too. ❜

[wxrshiipedhasmoved-blog]

“did I give you a reason to think that I care? Go take your clothing problems to someone who actually gives a shit! Besides, red wouldn’t look good on you anyways”

[italianstalliion]

                   ❛ --ey, yo, i ain’t takin’ my problems                        on you none, ‘m just sayin’ they don’                        got the paintin’ right, you know what                       ‘m sayin’? --who taught you to talk like                        like that? ❜

[italianstalliion]

apologies for the absence!! rocky must’ve been training or smth. but now i’m back in action!!! like for a starter? 

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italianstalliion liked for a starter.

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           ❛ hey mister, you look —- familiar. ❜

      silence falls over the spirit, blanking out to figure         just why he remembers this strangers face. it’s         hard to remember things from when you were a         child; but it’s definitely there. somewhere.

[italianstalliion]

                       ❛ yea? well, ‘less you’ve been                             livin’ under a rock, i ain’t surprised.                            it’s all them news stations, you know,                            takin’ cheap shots a’ me an’ mr. apollo                            creed. ❜

[italianstalliion]

                     ❛ --you see that? they didn’ get                          the shorts right... i got white                           shorts with-- uh-- red stripes                          instead a’ red shorts with white                          stripes... ❜

[princessist]

       the explanation, at least, does mollify claire        somewhat, fading the sharpness out of her        features — she doesn’t set out to be mean,        at least not anymore, only to keep herself        protected, and though she doesn’t bite and        snap, there is a small step taken backward,        slight discomfort instated by the sudden        proximity.

                              “ all i said was i think i’ve seen you                               somewhere before. really not sure                               why it matters that much to you. ”

[italianstalliion]

                     ❛ --i guess i got one a’ them faces                          you can’t help but rememberin’,                          huh? they’re gonna put this face                          on a stamp one day, what do you                          think?❜

  [ a subtle smile flickers onto     his lips, though she displays     discomfort -- he’s only trying     to be amiable; a smile is the     best way to come off as non-     threatening, at least, that’s      what he believes. ]

                 ❛ ‘cause i gotta make sure you ain’t                       talkin’ bad none, you understand? ❜

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         ❝  are you trying to say you’re hot?               or——— what’s going on here? ❞

[italianstalliion]

                       ❛ i ain’t sayin’ nuthin’, just that                            talkin’ ain’t really my thing.                             --ey, yo, you new to philly? ❜

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    “ meant by cars, but whatever. get     hit by them, too. why d’you run where     y’ could get hit ? huh ? ”

[italianstalliion]

                        ❛ ‘cause i don’ got a gym                              gym membership, that’s                              why. can barely pay the                              rent on the apartment; i’ll                              tell ya, life in the ring don’                              pay so good, you understand? ❜

[infiniitethrills]

( * &; italianstalliion. )

    ❝ ‘xcuse me, mr.balboa, but ya definitely in the wrong state. ohio’s shit. ❞

[italianstalliion]

                        ❛ i ain't in the wrong state,                              you're in the wrong state. ❜ 

  [ alright, so it's not his best     joke, but it's enough to get     at least a little amused snort     out of himself, irregardless of     whether she laughs with him      or not. ]                             

[fromaways]

    i’m not a kid, dances on the tip of his tongue, but they     never come. sometimes, you had to learn when to keep     quiet. he stopped being a kid when he turned twelve, the     year he decided to join the wrestling team. kids did have     big mouths, but andrew didn’t necessarily believe that      they were stupid. he bounces up from his sitting position,     an exasperated sigh coming from bloodied lips. andy      sized rocky up ( you always did that with your opponent,     to see where you should hit first, how to use a certain     tactic that worked on one guy but not the next ) with a     raised eyebrow.

    ❝ well, you don’t look like any high schooler, or any kid, to me          at least. ❞

[italianstalliion]

                      ❛ that's 'cause i ain't no high schooler                            or no kid, you understand? jus' decided                            to take a li'l walk down memory lane;                            ain't got nuthin' better to do, you know? ❜

  [ a curt glance around the room at     the various hanging equipment     only furthers his point. he takes      no notice of the boy's narrowed     gaze for a short while, perhaps     unimpressed with his current     position: bloodied & losing. but     soon rocky's stare falls upon him     once more, head tilted slightly to     the left. ] 

                    ❛ --ey, kid, look, i ain't tryin' to offend                          you none, but you ain't lookin' so hot                         out there neither. 'm a boxer myself                          an' i ain't no master at all the wrestlin'                        singin' an' dancin', but i know enough to                        keep ya from gettin' your head busted                         open... ❜

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          ❝What? Of course you can do this.❞

     [ Sophia responded. She placed a hand upon        his shoulder, staring deeply into his eyes.        Her own eyes lit up. ] 

          ❝You’ve been training for months. This is             all you’ve been thinkin’ about. I’m sure you’re             just jittery, s’all.❞

[italianstalliion]

   [ he responds to the reassuring      touch with nothing more than      impassivity -- he hardly even      reacts to it at all, glancing over      his shoulder at her for no longer      than a second or two. ] 

                  ❛ --i ain't jittery; i ain't nervous                       none neither. i jus' know i ain't                       gonna win this thing, you know?                        ain't nobody's gone the distance                        with creed. 'm jus' a bum, i got no                       chance. none. ❜

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                      ❛ like it hurts like a bitch.❜

           a small laugh as she leans against the door, arms folded loosely over her chest. eighteen is too goddamned young to have friends with babies — but here she is, searching desperately for an escape from what must be everyone she knows cooing and cawing over a squealing infant. 

                     ❛ one out of sixty-five. i dunno, those seem like pretty good odds to me.❜

[italianstalliion]

                       ❛  doesn' bother me none, you                              know, jus' stings a li'l. ❜

   [ he's lying through bloodied teeth,      not that he really cares; his head      hurts so much it feels like it's going      to explode, but any display of physical      hurt could damage his reputation as       a fighter, who're supposed to be tough      as an ox even when getting their faces      busted up to hell. ]

                  ❛ yea, but i'll tell ya, i would'a rather                        made sixty-six fights without it bein'                        broken, you know what mean? ❜

[italianstalliion]

                                                            I was nobody.                         But that don’t matter either, you know? ‘Cause I was thinkin’,                         it really don’t matter if I lose this fight. It really don’t matter if                         this guy opens my head, either. ‘Cause all I wanna do is  ɢᴏ                          ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ. Nobody’s ever gone the distance with Creed,                         and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings                         and I’m still standin’, I’m gonna know for the first time in my                         life, see, that I weren’t just another bum from the neighborhood.

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[italianstalliion]

How to tape up your hands before a fight

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in which rocky has conflicted feelings about asking a door out for thanksgiving