Post by Arkia Fisk on Feb 5, 2017 4:41:29 GMT
“Prejudice has many definitions. An unfavorable opinion or feeling formed beforehand or without knowledge, thought, or reason. Any preconceived opinion or feeling, either favorable or unfavorable.
I say that to say this,
I fucking hate birds. No it aint formed beforehand or without knowledge, thought, or reason. There are reasons. Plenty of them. The only bird I remotely fuck with is the 3 piece spicy at Popeyes. I fucking hate birds.”
TUES - SEPT - 27 - 1994
Newark, New Jersey
[NOT RECORDING]
“And today class we will be more hands on in exploring the world. Remember we have been learning about the Amazon and the climate there and about the rainforest?” Mrs. Macon’s voice rings out to her third grade class. “Yeeeaaass..” The young minds reply in unison as Mrs. Macon heads for the front door of her colorful room of learning and adventure. “Well today I have a friend visiting us to show us just a couple of the things you’d see in the rainforest. HIs name is Mr. Reacher and I want you all to give him a big hello ok?” Mrs. Macon opens the door as a middle aged white man with a bright colored work cap and evidence of a bad shave this morning walks in with a resounding smile on his face. His tan uniform and high boots aren’t what gets the kids attention it’s the blanket covered cage he’s carrying into the room.
The kids, including a young Arkia Fisk, are in awe and wonder of what might be in there. “Hello kids!” Mr. Reacher’s voice carries well and far inside the room. Mrs. Macon ushers him toward her desk where he puts down the cage. “My name is Mr. Reacher and I work at the zoo! Where we have all different types of animals from different places in the world. You guys are learning about the rainforest and the Amazon, it’s such and it’s such an amaazzing place. My surprise in the cage is actually FROM the Amazon...say hello to Race!” The enthused zookeeper pulls back his cover hiding the cage and a big beautiful Blue and Yellow Macaw looks at the children in an overall calm demeanor indicating it not being his first rodeo. The kids are stunned and happy some of them clapping at the big bird. “Now, Race is a very very nice guy. He loves making new friends and helping them learn about the rainforest. Anyone want to meet him?” Arkia’s little hand shoots up in the air and being one of the favorites in the class Mrs. Macon wastes no time choosing her first. Arkia runs to the front happy as can be...Race is released from his cage controlled and ready. Mr. Reacher shows Arkia how to hold out her arm so Race can meet her. Arkia follows directions and everything is fine until…BEEP!!! “SQWARK!!” “OOOWWW MOOOOOMMMMMYYYY!!! AAAHHHHOOWWW!!!” The school bell sounds startling the bird and causing Race to grip down on Arkia’s arm. She is sharply stabbed and begins to bleed immediately crying out to her mother and God and anyone else who can hear her. Race is taken away from her at Arkia is comforted by Mrs. Macon and an apologetic Mr. Reacher. A puncture wound that can still be seen on her right arm to this day.
“And it begins…”
FRI - NOV - 20 - 1998
Union City, New Jersey
Although this was an odd time for Linda Fisk she didn’t allow the moment to overwhelm her. Her husband still behind bars while approaching yet another holiday season with her 6 kids showing their differences in character in response. This one wasn’t going to be a slap on the wrist and she knew it, thankfully her husband’s family still do what they can in bringing the family together hoping that even though Daniel Fisk Sr would more than likely be absent yet again for another holiday season the family she married into wouldn’t be. She became more and more comfortable with the large family. Linda being an only child she didn’t have the luxury of depending on siblings. It’s why she enjoyed her kids so much and her large family. Sure 5 boys and a girl may be a challenge to keep track of but the village comes together to build them up. Her sister in law, Daniel Sr older sister opens her home to the family every year right before things pick up for Thanksgiving. A way for everyone to come together and catch up and take pictures, play cards, and give the ‘my how you've grown’ speech. 12 year old Arkia Fisk wasn’t having it this year. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t joyous. She was mad. Once again her dad gets caught doing something bad and once again she has to deal with the fact she can only see him behind a glass barrier or worse. This was becoming a habit and it being one she wasn’t down for. Sitting in the corner of the living room hearing the loudness and smiles she continues to pull a loose string from the carpet floor being more intrigued by the string than anything else at all. Time passes as Kia looks down at that carpet still pulling and tugging when a run of whistles and noises come from the other corner nearest her in the living room. There nearby a beautiful African Grey bird sits calmly on her perch inside of her open cage not bothering anyone. Arkia’s aunt has a thing for birds. Kia just looks down at the three holes in her right arm and shrugs going right back to what she was doing.
“ARKIA!! ARKIA DENAE...¡Me oyes detener eso! PARA! STOP!” Linda’s voice rings out in front of everyone causing some of the commotion to slow as Kia looks up at her mother embarrassed. Kia stops her motion with tearing up the carpet and just glares at her mother before folding her arms together with an obvious attitude. “And fix your face!” Lynn finishes it off making Arkia change her expression but not lessening her attitude at all. In fact, Arkia keeps every single drop of her preteen angst and waits until the noise picks back up and the family time in the living room gets back to normal and continues to do exactly what her mother just told her not to do. Pulling at the strings in the carpet pulling it from the floor.
“OH YOU PLAY!!??” Linda notices right off the bat her daughter is right back at it. “GET AWAY!! AWAY FROM THAT CORNER!! ¡MOVIMIENTO! Ir por allí!” Lynn Fisk points toward the other corner where the African Grey and less members of the family are sitting. In a huff and obviously already done with the public discipline Arkia almost stomps in a spoiled rage over toward the stupid bird and away from the stupid people. Sitting down in the other corner Arkia huffs out under breath “God just fuck off Mom.”
*WHISTLES* “GOD JUST FUCK OFF MOM!” *WHISTLES* “FUCK OFF MOM!”
The room comes to a complete halt everyone looking at little Kia Fisk.
“You have GOT to be kidding.”
SUN - JAN - 8 - 2006
Newark, New Jersey
The balance between being an athlete and her studies. A balance she was learning but not exactly excelling in at the moment. Thank God for breaks no matter how short they are. In the last days of her winter break young Rutgers sophomore Arkia Fisk caught another break as well. A break in the fashion of a very tall, dark, and handsome piece of chocolate she called ‘Damn’. He actually had a name but in Kia mind, just damn. Still getting her name out there working hard as the only female on the Rutgers wrestling team some breaks happening on the mat for her as well with magazines beginning to notice the skills of this oddball of a woman who doesn’t look the part at all until the whistle blows and you see her for what she really is. At heart she’s still a young woman, 19, wanting well attention in other facets. Who can blame her it’s natural and now that the once dubbed ‘weirdo woman’ is beginning to grow into ‘bomb brickhouse’ the breaks were coming in a lot of fashions she isn’t used to. She can only respond as a somewhat confident yet still sheltered girl would do, fixing up her hair twenty times over in her mirror. Praying that she doesn’t fall in her heels or worse fart at a completely terrible time. She is nervous naturally but walks out of her dorm building with the biggest smile on her face as she walks toward him and his car in the circle drive. Hair? On point. Dress? Impressed. Heels? Girl work!! Body? God be praised.
...and then the heavens destroy it all. No not exactly. The pigeons up above destroy it all shitting as they fly by.
“I. Fucking. Hate. Birds! Since when are PIGEONS dick blockers!!?? WHEN? HOW---”
SLAP!! SLAP-SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP!!!
“KIA!! SIS KIA KIAAA!!! YOOO!!! WAKE UP AYE!!!” Daniel Fisk Jr nearly raises his normally deep baritone about 10 octaves realizing his sister is soon to break his arm or shoulder off in the submission she’s locked him in. She was zoning out he could tell by the glassy look in her eyes causing his panic. He taps and then slaps the hell out of her with his free hand bringing her out the trace and into current day. Arkia looks after a long line of blinks realizing what she was close to doing.
“I...oh my God. D, I’m sorry.” She releases him quickly looking in full remorse. Daniel rolls away from her rotating his shoulder. The big 6 foot 5 male coming to his feet looking at his older sister like she’s crazy. An expression she’s used to.
“The fuck Ox?” He says standing tall. “I got a fight coming up too you know? Bad ‘nuff Pendergrass almost beat a nigga eye socket to the stone age you wanna tear my shit in half? Save that for the girl not me! Fucking why nobody likes to train with your ass now! Damn.”
Arkia waves his bitching off while smirking a little. “I said sorry. I just zoned out for a moment is all.” She murmurs to herself under breath while Daniel walks away. “Fucking hate birds.”
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[NOW RECORDING]
“I don’t like bird--no scratch that, I hate birds. Tj has them here, I never go to their room. They make me uncomfortable. They cause me nothing but trouble. I don’t like the fuckers. Nope.”
Arkia sits in the floor of her home sitting against the wall. Looking to be near the living room floor but closer to the kitchen. Remnants of sweat and a job well done all over her face and body. Her hair still wet with sweat and slick back.
“I don’t have a problem WITH Anastasia herself. No, I honestly don’t. I have certain feelings toward like maybe her family overall but to say I dislike or hate HER, that wouldn’t be accurate. She has her affinity towards birds and what's funny there is her skillset is problematic. She’s a lifetime problem personified. All bad timing for business it seems but I’m used to that. I’m used to be being the ‘somewhat’ respected one. I’m used to be the butt of jokes although I’m ‘supposedly’ legit. I know you’ve been noticing Ana. Especially with me being your family’s ‘subordinate’ so to speak. At least that’s the general scope. I don’t do the whole smoke screens I’m sure you are aware of that but don’t think for one second these outside factors have taken this vets focus.”
She pauses for a moment you can tell she’s trying to retain her thoughts.
“So, let's talk about the time you stood out to me the most. So much so that to see what you have done in this tournament so far doesn’t surprise me at all. Your uncle.”
Arkia nods remembering.
“I remember you storming into the RISE gym like a bat outta hell and beating him to shit. Him allowing you to. You overpowering me and Aurora. A lot for a young girl to deal with revelations and all but the most alarming thing I think I’ve noticed from that...encounter. You have become even more assured in your place. You had it before but it's like a higher sense of confidence. More dangerous. Which is why your successes don’t surprise me. Built from good stock as they say. But...there’s still many questions. I’m a Hall of Famer, yes. I’m a damn good wrestler, sure but we all know how I get down. Moments can sometimes be too big. You are the Rising Phoenix. Those first two rounds, no doubt. Now, it gets real. So there lies questions.”
Suddenly, the pitter patter of little feet is heard and into the frame comes Arkia’s two year old son, Tj Jones IV...in Angry Birds pajamas. Another sigh and a uncontrolled frown. She quickly changes her demeanor not to upset her only son.
“Hey little Teegee. Do mommy a favor…”
His short attention span holds for the moment.
“Go hit daddy for me and say ‘Mommy say not funny’. Ok...go go.”
He shows a winning smile and the middle Jones child of the goes in a happy rush excited with his new permission to attack his father.
“Pankration rules. Submitting you? Possible but unlikely. Still prepare for it all even if you bend every level of unholy. I’m sure your wife enjoys. NO SHADE I’m being fucking serious. No ground strikes? So basically taking one of my limbs to work with. No dirty moves?! COME ON!”
She scoffs.
“This becomes a very uphill battle for me you understand bird? In all likelihood I may be the Hall of Famer here but you are the favorite. I have a size advantage which only means more for you to grab in said submission. I can keep my distance and pray I catch you like I have others but I know you’re built stronger than that as well. Throws and takedowns, that’s my shit. It’s rare I’m the one without the speed advantage even rarer with the strength advantage. Then I think back to that day when you were basically on God mode and had a lot packed in that birdcage.”
Arkia nods.
“I came here to find the competition. Here it is but I swear to fucking God another birds fucks up life for me I’m going into that room and ending one.”
“NO YOU’RE NOT!! LEAVE MY BIRDS ALONE! HERE COMES THE GIRLS IN THEIR BIG BIRD NIGHTIES!” Tj Jones’ voice is heard in the distance.
I say that to say this,
I fucking hate birds. No it aint formed beforehand or without knowledge, thought, or reason. There are reasons. Plenty of them. The only bird I remotely fuck with is the 3 piece spicy at Popeyes. I fucking hate birds.”
TUES - SEPT - 27 - 1994
Newark, New Jersey
[NOT RECORDING]
“And today class we will be more hands on in exploring the world. Remember we have been learning about the Amazon and the climate there and about the rainforest?” Mrs. Macon’s voice rings out to her third grade class. “Yeeeaaass..” The young minds reply in unison as Mrs. Macon heads for the front door of her colorful room of learning and adventure. “Well today I have a friend visiting us to show us just a couple of the things you’d see in the rainforest. HIs name is Mr. Reacher and I want you all to give him a big hello ok?” Mrs. Macon opens the door as a middle aged white man with a bright colored work cap and evidence of a bad shave this morning walks in with a resounding smile on his face. His tan uniform and high boots aren’t what gets the kids attention it’s the blanket covered cage he’s carrying into the room.
The kids, including a young Arkia Fisk, are in awe and wonder of what might be in there. “Hello kids!” Mr. Reacher’s voice carries well and far inside the room. Mrs. Macon ushers him toward her desk where he puts down the cage. “My name is Mr. Reacher and I work at the zoo! Where we have all different types of animals from different places in the world. You guys are learning about the rainforest and the Amazon, it’s such and it’s such an amaazzing place. My surprise in the cage is actually FROM the Amazon...say hello to Race!” The enthused zookeeper pulls back his cover hiding the cage and a big beautiful Blue and Yellow Macaw looks at the children in an overall calm demeanor indicating it not being his first rodeo. The kids are stunned and happy some of them clapping at the big bird. “Now, Race is a very very nice guy. He loves making new friends and helping them learn about the rainforest. Anyone want to meet him?” Arkia’s little hand shoots up in the air and being one of the favorites in the class Mrs. Macon wastes no time choosing her first. Arkia runs to the front happy as can be...Race is released from his cage controlled and ready. Mr. Reacher shows Arkia how to hold out her arm so Race can meet her. Arkia follows directions and everything is fine until…BEEP!!! “SQWARK!!” “OOOWWW MOOOOOMMMMMYYYY!!! AAAHHHHOOWWW!!!” The school bell sounds startling the bird and causing Race to grip down on Arkia’s arm. She is sharply stabbed and begins to bleed immediately crying out to her mother and God and anyone else who can hear her. Race is taken away from her at Arkia is comforted by Mrs. Macon and an apologetic Mr. Reacher. A puncture wound that can still be seen on her right arm to this day.
“And it begins…”
FRI - NOV - 20 - 1998
Union City, New Jersey
Although this was an odd time for Linda Fisk she didn’t allow the moment to overwhelm her. Her husband still behind bars while approaching yet another holiday season with her 6 kids showing their differences in character in response. This one wasn’t going to be a slap on the wrist and she knew it, thankfully her husband’s family still do what they can in bringing the family together hoping that even though Daniel Fisk Sr would more than likely be absent yet again for another holiday season the family she married into wouldn’t be. She became more and more comfortable with the large family. Linda being an only child she didn’t have the luxury of depending on siblings. It’s why she enjoyed her kids so much and her large family. Sure 5 boys and a girl may be a challenge to keep track of but the village comes together to build them up. Her sister in law, Daniel Sr older sister opens her home to the family every year right before things pick up for Thanksgiving. A way for everyone to come together and catch up and take pictures, play cards, and give the ‘my how you've grown’ speech. 12 year old Arkia Fisk wasn’t having it this year. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t joyous. She was mad. Once again her dad gets caught doing something bad and once again she has to deal with the fact she can only see him behind a glass barrier or worse. This was becoming a habit and it being one she wasn’t down for. Sitting in the corner of the living room hearing the loudness and smiles she continues to pull a loose string from the carpet floor being more intrigued by the string than anything else at all. Time passes as Kia looks down at that carpet still pulling and tugging when a run of whistles and noises come from the other corner nearest her in the living room. There nearby a beautiful African Grey bird sits calmly on her perch inside of her open cage not bothering anyone. Arkia’s aunt has a thing for birds. Kia just looks down at the three holes in her right arm and shrugs going right back to what she was doing.
“ARKIA!! ARKIA DENAE...¡Me oyes detener eso! PARA! STOP!” Linda’s voice rings out in front of everyone causing some of the commotion to slow as Kia looks up at her mother embarrassed. Kia stops her motion with tearing up the carpet and just glares at her mother before folding her arms together with an obvious attitude. “And fix your face!” Lynn finishes it off making Arkia change her expression but not lessening her attitude at all. In fact, Arkia keeps every single drop of her preteen angst and waits until the noise picks back up and the family time in the living room gets back to normal and continues to do exactly what her mother just told her not to do. Pulling at the strings in the carpet pulling it from the floor.
“OH YOU PLAY!!??” Linda notices right off the bat her daughter is right back at it. “GET AWAY!! AWAY FROM THAT CORNER!! ¡MOVIMIENTO! Ir por allí!” Lynn Fisk points toward the other corner where the African Grey and less members of the family are sitting. In a huff and obviously already done with the public discipline Arkia almost stomps in a spoiled rage over toward the stupid bird and away from the stupid people. Sitting down in the other corner Arkia huffs out under breath “God just fuck off Mom.”
*WHISTLES* “GOD JUST FUCK OFF MOM!” *WHISTLES* “FUCK OFF MOM!”
The room comes to a complete halt everyone looking at little Kia Fisk.
“You have GOT to be kidding.”
SUN - JAN - 8 - 2006
Newark, New Jersey
The balance between being an athlete and her studies. A balance she was learning but not exactly excelling in at the moment. Thank God for breaks no matter how short they are. In the last days of her winter break young Rutgers sophomore Arkia Fisk caught another break as well. A break in the fashion of a very tall, dark, and handsome piece of chocolate she called ‘Damn’. He actually had a name but in Kia mind, just damn. Still getting her name out there working hard as the only female on the Rutgers wrestling team some breaks happening on the mat for her as well with magazines beginning to notice the skills of this oddball of a woman who doesn’t look the part at all until the whistle blows and you see her for what she really is. At heart she’s still a young woman, 19, wanting well attention in other facets. Who can blame her it’s natural and now that the once dubbed ‘weirdo woman’ is beginning to grow into ‘bomb brickhouse’ the breaks were coming in a lot of fashions she isn’t used to. She can only respond as a somewhat confident yet still sheltered girl would do, fixing up her hair twenty times over in her mirror. Praying that she doesn’t fall in her heels or worse fart at a completely terrible time. She is nervous naturally but walks out of her dorm building with the biggest smile on her face as she walks toward him and his car in the circle drive. Hair? On point. Dress? Impressed. Heels? Girl work!! Body? God be praised.
...and then the heavens destroy it all. No not exactly. The pigeons up above destroy it all shitting as they fly by.
“I. Fucking. Hate. Birds! Since when are PIGEONS dick blockers!!?? WHEN? HOW---”
SLAP!! SLAP-SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP!!!
“KIA!! SIS KIA KIAAA!!! YOOO!!! WAKE UP AYE!!!” Daniel Fisk Jr nearly raises his normally deep baritone about 10 octaves realizing his sister is soon to break his arm or shoulder off in the submission she’s locked him in. She was zoning out he could tell by the glassy look in her eyes causing his panic. He taps and then slaps the hell out of her with his free hand bringing her out the trace and into current day. Arkia looks after a long line of blinks realizing what she was close to doing.
“I...oh my God. D, I’m sorry.” She releases him quickly looking in full remorse. Daniel rolls away from her rotating his shoulder. The big 6 foot 5 male coming to his feet looking at his older sister like she’s crazy. An expression she’s used to.
“The fuck Ox?” He says standing tall. “I got a fight coming up too you know? Bad ‘nuff Pendergrass almost beat a nigga eye socket to the stone age you wanna tear my shit in half? Save that for the girl not me! Fucking why nobody likes to train with your ass now! Damn.”
Arkia waves his bitching off while smirking a little. “I said sorry. I just zoned out for a moment is all.” She murmurs to herself under breath while Daniel walks away. “Fucking hate birds.”
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[NOW RECORDING]
“I don’t like bird--no scratch that, I hate birds. Tj has them here, I never go to their room. They make me uncomfortable. They cause me nothing but trouble. I don’t like the fuckers. Nope.”
Arkia sits in the floor of her home sitting against the wall. Looking to be near the living room floor but closer to the kitchen. Remnants of sweat and a job well done all over her face and body. Her hair still wet with sweat and slick back.
“I don’t have a problem WITH Anastasia herself. No, I honestly don’t. I have certain feelings toward like maybe her family overall but to say I dislike or hate HER, that wouldn’t be accurate. She has her affinity towards birds and what's funny there is her skillset is problematic. She’s a lifetime problem personified. All bad timing for business it seems but I’m used to that. I’m used to be being the ‘somewhat’ respected one. I’m used to be the butt of jokes although I’m ‘supposedly’ legit. I know you’ve been noticing Ana. Especially with me being your family’s ‘subordinate’ so to speak. At least that’s the general scope. I don’t do the whole smoke screens I’m sure you are aware of that but don’t think for one second these outside factors have taken this vets focus.”
She pauses for a moment you can tell she’s trying to retain her thoughts.
“So, let's talk about the time you stood out to me the most. So much so that to see what you have done in this tournament so far doesn’t surprise me at all. Your uncle.”
Arkia nods remembering.
“I remember you storming into the RISE gym like a bat outta hell and beating him to shit. Him allowing you to. You overpowering me and Aurora. A lot for a young girl to deal with revelations and all but the most alarming thing I think I’ve noticed from that...encounter. You have become even more assured in your place. You had it before but it's like a higher sense of confidence. More dangerous. Which is why your successes don’t surprise me. Built from good stock as they say. But...there’s still many questions. I’m a Hall of Famer, yes. I’m a damn good wrestler, sure but we all know how I get down. Moments can sometimes be too big. You are the Rising Phoenix. Those first two rounds, no doubt. Now, it gets real. So there lies questions.”
Suddenly, the pitter patter of little feet is heard and into the frame comes Arkia’s two year old son, Tj Jones IV...in Angry Birds pajamas. Another sigh and a uncontrolled frown. She quickly changes her demeanor not to upset her only son.
“Hey little Teegee. Do mommy a favor…”
His short attention span holds for the moment.
“Go hit daddy for me and say ‘Mommy say not funny’. Ok...go go.”
He shows a winning smile and the middle Jones child of the goes in a happy rush excited with his new permission to attack his father.
“Pankration rules. Submitting you? Possible but unlikely. Still prepare for it all even if you bend every level of unholy. I’m sure your wife enjoys. NO SHADE I’m being fucking serious. No ground strikes? So basically taking one of my limbs to work with. No dirty moves?! COME ON!”
She scoffs.
“This becomes a very uphill battle for me you understand bird? In all likelihood I may be the Hall of Famer here but you are the favorite. I have a size advantage which only means more for you to grab in said submission. I can keep my distance and pray I catch you like I have others but I know you’re built stronger than that as well. Throws and takedowns, that’s my shit. It’s rare I’m the one without the speed advantage even rarer with the strength advantage. Then I think back to that day when you were basically on God mode and had a lot packed in that birdcage.”
Arkia nods.
“I came here to find the competition. Here it is but I swear to fucking God another birds fucks up life for me I’m going into that room and ending one.”
“NO YOU’RE NOT!! LEAVE MY BIRDS ALONE! HERE COMES THE GIRLS IN THEIR BIG BIRD NIGHTIES!” Tj Jones’ voice is heard in the distance.
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