Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 15, 2010 20:09:29 GMT -5
Peterson: He’s gonna be pissed.
Calypso: What makes you say that?
The two of them are in the locker room.
Peterson: Deimos got the journal back.
Calypso: I’m sure he would say that he allowed it.
Hastings: Because I did.
They both look to the door as Donovan enters, his cloak flowing behind him.
Hastings: I did what I had to with it. Let Fear deal with what I now know. Let him face what I’ve done.
Peterson: You wrote in it with crayon. I have to be honest, I don’t see how that’s any deeper than just annoying.
Hastings: Okay for starters, I Crayolaed it. I verbed it.
Donovan takes off the cloak and tosses it on Owen as though he was a coatrack.
Hastings: As for Fear, his sanctuary has been violated. I’ve read that journal. It was for his own eyes only.
Owen takes the cloak off his head and hangs it up.
Hastings: Now it has been for mine. I wouldn’t put it past him to never write in it again. Furthermore, I will-
Donovan is interrupted as Owen’s cell phone begins to play “Bad Romance.” Donovan stares at him.
Peterson: Uh, excuse me…
Donovan crosses his arms as Owen answers the phone.
Peterson: Hello?
Donovan taps his foot impatiently.
Peterson: No, Forewell isn’t with us.
Hastings: Oh, you’re kidding me.
Peterson: We haven’t seen him in HEY!
Donovan has snatched the phone out of his hand, and he barks into it.
Hastings: Listen, it’s not our turn to watch him, so don’t call here again!
Donovan clicks the phone off.
Peterson: You just hung up on Jet-
Hastings: I don’t care who it was, I was speechifying.
He pockets the phone.
Peterson: Hey, that one’s mine!
Hastings: And another thing, if you’re going the GaGa route, it’s Paparazzi or nothing.
Owen looks at Calypso.
Peterson: He likes Paparazzi?
She shrugs.
Calypso: He also likes Poker Face, but he is loathe to admit it.
Hastings: And now I’ve forgotten my point.
Peterson: What about Felix and Raenius?
Hastings: Hard to say what Raenius’ agenda is. He’s a bit of a wild card, unpredictable. The Consortium seems to think he deserves another chance. I’d be surprised if the voting fans agree with that, given what he’s done in the past, but sometimes they surprise you. As for Felix, he’s been in this position before. I knew him well in LWF, the man is dangerous. People around here have been underestimating him, but the fact of the matter is that these “Brick City Boyz” WILL take over if we let them.
Peterson: What about Pierce?
Donovan pauses, and looks back at Owen.
Hastings: Who gives a crap?
Peterson: You’ve up against him on Synergy.
Hastings: Pierce is a nuisance. Always has been. I’m not tangled up with my three potential challengers?
Peterson: They’re all in a Triple Threat.
Hastings: Ah, makes sense.
Calypso: Let them make a final pitch to the fans.
Hastings: Yep. But it doesn’t matter who they vote for. Ultimately, the ending of In Your Hands is nothing if not…
He looks at Owen and Calypso with a wry smile.
Hastings: Inevitable.
Calypso: What makes you say that?
The two of them are in the locker room.
Peterson: Deimos got the journal back.
Calypso: I’m sure he would say that he allowed it.
Hastings: Because I did.
They both look to the door as Donovan enters, his cloak flowing behind him.
Hastings: I did what I had to with it. Let Fear deal with what I now know. Let him face what I’ve done.
Peterson: You wrote in it with crayon. I have to be honest, I don’t see how that’s any deeper than just annoying.
Hastings: Okay for starters, I Crayolaed it. I verbed it.
Donovan takes off the cloak and tosses it on Owen as though he was a coatrack.
Hastings: As for Fear, his sanctuary has been violated. I’ve read that journal. It was for his own eyes only.
Owen takes the cloak off his head and hangs it up.
Hastings: Now it has been for mine. I wouldn’t put it past him to never write in it again. Furthermore, I will-
Donovan is interrupted as Owen’s cell phone begins to play “Bad Romance.” Donovan stares at him.
Peterson: Uh, excuse me…
Donovan crosses his arms as Owen answers the phone.
Peterson: Hello?
Donovan taps his foot impatiently.
Peterson: No, Forewell isn’t with us.
Hastings: Oh, you’re kidding me.
Peterson: We haven’t seen him in HEY!
Donovan has snatched the phone out of his hand, and he barks into it.
Hastings: Listen, it’s not our turn to watch him, so don’t call here again!
Donovan clicks the phone off.
Peterson: You just hung up on Jet-
Hastings: I don’t care who it was, I was speechifying.
He pockets the phone.
Peterson: Hey, that one’s mine!
Hastings: And another thing, if you’re going the GaGa route, it’s Paparazzi or nothing.
Owen looks at Calypso.
Peterson: He likes Paparazzi?
She shrugs.
Calypso: He also likes Poker Face, but he is loathe to admit it.
Hastings: And now I’ve forgotten my point.
Peterson: What about Felix and Raenius?
Hastings: Hard to say what Raenius’ agenda is. He’s a bit of a wild card, unpredictable. The Consortium seems to think he deserves another chance. I’d be surprised if the voting fans agree with that, given what he’s done in the past, but sometimes they surprise you. As for Felix, he’s been in this position before. I knew him well in LWF, the man is dangerous. People around here have been underestimating him, but the fact of the matter is that these “Brick City Boyz” WILL take over if we let them.
Peterson: What about Pierce?
Donovan pauses, and looks back at Owen.
Hastings: Who gives a crap?
Peterson: You’ve up against him on Synergy.
Hastings: Pierce is a nuisance. Always has been. I’m not tangled up with my three potential challengers?
Peterson: They’re all in a Triple Threat.
Hastings: Ah, makes sense.
Calypso: Let them make a final pitch to the fans.
Hastings: Yep. But it doesn’t matter who they vote for. Ultimately, the ending of In Your Hands is nothing if not…
He looks at Owen and Calypso with a wry smile.
Hastings: Inevitable.