Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 21:51:45 GMT -5
Calypso is laying out a set of tarot cards on the bed in a hotel room, when Donovan enters. He is grinning from ear to ear. Calypso looks up, her focus broken.
Calypso: You're in a good mood.
Donovan walks to the window and stares out of it for several seconds, his hands folded behind his back.
Hastings: Yes.
Calypso sits upright as Donovan turns around.
Hastings: I am.
Calypso: And why is that, lover?
Hastings: I've been doing some thinking these past few days, and I've realized the opportunity we have before us. This is a partnership that will be unstoppable. Everything that has been taken from us these past few weeks, everything we've lost, now is our chance to take it back, and more.
Calypso: That's what I've been trying to-
Hastings: Because we have Declan Prescott on our side!
Donovan raises his fist in triumph. Calypso's smile fades, and she begins to sulk. Donovan turns back to the window.
Hastings: Now, our match at In Your Hands, regardless of who our opponents turn out to be, it doesn't matter.
Calypso: You really think you can trust him?
Hastings: The list of people I trust is remarkably short. But I won't confuse Prescott for the farce that Global Domination was, the lies we were told, and the wool that was pulled over our eyes. I'll give the man a chance.
Calypso: You ARE aware that I have a match too.
Hastings: Yeah, if you win that vote.
Calypso: And who else is going to win it? I mean, why would anybody in their right mind vote for Brandon McSkinny?
Hastings: Because it's really fucking funny.
Calypso stares at him in annoyance.
Calypso: Nice, Donovan. Real nice.
Hastings: In any event, In Your Hands marks the night that the Lord Hastings returns to his thrown. For Declan Prescott and myself, it truly is in our hands. Destiny itself is in our hands. Our victory is, of course, simply...inevitable.
Calypso: So your rediscovered confidence is because Declan gave you a pep talk.
Hastings: Perhaps.
Calypso throws her hands in the air and rolls off the bed, scattering her own cards. She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Donovan glances back and shakes his head.
Hastings: And because I have you.
Donovan attaches his cloak and walks out of the room. A moment later, Calypso steps out of the bathroom, her legs weak, and she trembles and falls to her knees. A single tear rolls down her face.
She heard him.
Calypso: You're in a good mood.
Donovan walks to the window and stares out of it for several seconds, his hands folded behind his back.
Hastings: Yes.
Calypso sits upright as Donovan turns around.
Hastings: I am.
Calypso: And why is that, lover?
Hastings: I've been doing some thinking these past few days, and I've realized the opportunity we have before us. This is a partnership that will be unstoppable. Everything that has been taken from us these past few weeks, everything we've lost, now is our chance to take it back, and more.
Calypso: That's what I've been trying to-
Hastings: Because we have Declan Prescott on our side!
Donovan raises his fist in triumph. Calypso's smile fades, and she begins to sulk. Donovan turns back to the window.
Hastings: Now, our match at In Your Hands, regardless of who our opponents turn out to be, it doesn't matter.
Calypso: You really think you can trust him?
Hastings: The list of people I trust is remarkably short. But I won't confuse Prescott for the farce that Global Domination was, the lies we were told, and the wool that was pulled over our eyes. I'll give the man a chance.
Calypso: You ARE aware that I have a match too.
Hastings: Yeah, if you win that vote.
Calypso: And who else is going to win it? I mean, why would anybody in their right mind vote for Brandon McSkinny?
Hastings: Because it's really fucking funny.
Calypso stares at him in annoyance.
Calypso: Nice, Donovan. Real nice.
Hastings: In any event, In Your Hands marks the night that the Lord Hastings returns to his thrown. For Declan Prescott and myself, it truly is in our hands. Destiny itself is in our hands. Our victory is, of course, simply...inevitable.
Calypso: So your rediscovered confidence is because Declan gave you a pep talk.
Hastings: Perhaps.
Calypso throws her hands in the air and rolls off the bed, scattering her own cards. She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Donovan glances back and shakes his head.
Hastings: And because I have you.
Donovan attaches his cloak and walks out of the room. A moment later, Calypso steps out of the bathroom, her legs weak, and she trembles and falls to her knees. A single tear rolls down her face.
She heard him.
