Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:00:01 GMT -5
Donovan is in the locker room he shares with Calypso, throwing darts at a board. He throws each successive dart with increased force. He is breathing heavily as he throws the third dart, as Calypso walks into the room. She stares at the board, looks at Donovan, and back at the board. Calypso starts to say something, stops, and looks back at Donovan again.
Calypso: ...really?
The camera pans and reveals that Donovan is actually throwing darts at a picture of Owen Peterson.
Hastings: Again. He did it again!
Calpyso: You're really taking this far too personally.
Donovan counts on his fingers.
Hastings: He confused a geshundheit for a pin, he fast counted me, and he blew LEGITIMATE tags!
Calypso: Okay for starters, I think you've got to let that first one go, and secondly, how is it you've listed three things and counted on your fingers up to four?
Donovan indeed now has four fingers extended.
Hastings: It's...a conspiracy.
Donovan raises two closed fists and opens them in a poof-sort of gesture. You know what I mean. It's hard to describe.
Calypso: Sure it is.
Calypso crosses the room and sits on the bench as Donovan goes to get the darts. He is humming. Calypso listens a moment and glances back at him.
Calypso: Is that the X-Files theme? You hate that show.
Hastings: I do. Makes no goddamn sense.
Donovan pulls out the darts, but the last one is stuck in the wall, having missed the board by two feet, and it is all up in the plaster.
Calypso: Explains why you're so horribly off-key...
Donovan tugs a few times on the stuck dart, and then gives up. He walks back to the line, scribbled on the floor in foot powder.
Hastings: Lucky for Peterson, these past few matches I can forgive. I mean, I was teamed up with a loon who thinks he is a superhero for pete's sake. You can't take someone like that seriously.
Calypso: You wear a cape.
Hastings: Please! It's a cloak.
Donovan throws a dart, and it lands in the wall between the picture and the other stuck dart. Calypso rolls her eyes and starts sifting through her stuff.
Calypso: I'm sorry, you were in the middle of a long-winded speech, please continue.
Hastings: This weekend is EI8HT, and it's a Battleground Qualifier Match. We need to win Battleground, which means we need to win this weekend.
Calypso: We.
Donovan glances at Calypso, whose head is down as she goes through her things. He leans way over the line and throws the dart, and it lands in the fringe of the picture.
Hastings: What's more, these are people to whom I owe beatings. Austin. Captain Kangaroo.
Donovan goes and gets the one dart in the picture.
Hastings: You are coming, right?
Calypso takes her towel and walks towards the showers, her head down. She pauses and looks back at him.
Calypso: Of course.
Donovan walks back and stands at the line.
Hastings: Good. There will be no stopping me this time.
He gets ready to throw. Calypso turns and walks into the showers. He watches her go out of the corner of his eye, and once she is out of view he steps over the line and leans forward.
Hastings: And if Peterson again tries to turn away Destiny's Call...
Donovan throws the dart, hitting just above that spot right between the eyes, and a little off-center. He stands upright and has a smug expression on his face.
Hastings: Peterson can't stop me. Neither can Kiseragi and the others. I will go on to Battleground, and victory will be mine. It is inevitable.
The camera pans in on the picture of Peterson, and fades out...
Calypso: ...really?
The camera pans and reveals that Donovan is actually throwing darts at a picture of Owen Peterson.
Hastings: Again. He did it again!
Calpyso: You're really taking this far too personally.
Donovan counts on his fingers.
Hastings: He confused a geshundheit for a pin, he fast counted me, and he blew LEGITIMATE tags!
Calypso: Okay for starters, I think you've got to let that first one go, and secondly, how is it you've listed three things and counted on your fingers up to four?
Donovan indeed now has four fingers extended.
Hastings: It's...a conspiracy.
Donovan raises two closed fists and opens them in a poof-sort of gesture. You know what I mean. It's hard to describe.
Calypso: Sure it is.
Calypso crosses the room and sits on the bench as Donovan goes to get the darts. He is humming. Calypso listens a moment and glances back at him.
Calypso: Is that the X-Files theme? You hate that show.
Hastings: I do. Makes no goddamn sense.
Donovan pulls out the darts, but the last one is stuck in the wall, having missed the board by two feet, and it is all up in the plaster.
Calypso: Explains why you're so horribly off-key...
Donovan tugs a few times on the stuck dart, and then gives up. He walks back to the line, scribbled on the floor in foot powder.
Hastings: Lucky for Peterson, these past few matches I can forgive. I mean, I was teamed up with a loon who thinks he is a superhero for pete's sake. You can't take someone like that seriously.
Calypso: You wear a cape.
Hastings: Please! It's a cloak.
Donovan throws a dart, and it lands in the wall between the picture and the other stuck dart. Calypso rolls her eyes and starts sifting through her stuff.
Calypso: I'm sorry, you were in the middle of a long-winded speech, please continue.
Hastings: This weekend is EI8HT, and it's a Battleground Qualifier Match. We need to win Battleground, which means we need to win this weekend.
Calypso: We.
Donovan glances at Calypso, whose head is down as she goes through her things. He leans way over the line and throws the dart, and it lands in the fringe of the picture.
Hastings: What's more, these are people to whom I owe beatings. Austin. Captain Kangaroo.
Donovan goes and gets the one dart in the picture.
Hastings: You are coming, right?
Calypso takes her towel and walks towards the showers, her head down. She pauses and looks back at him.
Calypso: Of course.
Donovan walks back and stands at the line.
Hastings: Good. There will be no stopping me this time.
He gets ready to throw. Calypso turns and walks into the showers. He watches her go out of the corner of his eye, and once she is out of view he steps over the line and leans forward.
Hastings: And if Peterson again tries to turn away Destiny's Call...
Donovan throws the dart, hitting just above that spot right between the eyes, and a little off-center. He stands upright and has a smug expression on his face.
Hastings: Peterson can't stop me. Neither can Kiseragi and the others. I will go on to Battleground, and victory will be mine. It is inevitable.
The camera pans in on the picture of Peterson, and fades out...
