Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:03:29 GMT -5
Donovan sits at the desk in the hotel room, drumming his fingers on the table and staring at the wall. The television is on in the background, but he isn't watching.
A click is heard, and Calypso opens the door and walks into the room.
Calypso: Here you are. I was surprised when I didn't see you at the arena after your match. Although to be honest, that's the first shower I've taken in forever that I haven't' been really cranky through.
Hastings: Storm's coming.
Calypso glances at the television.
Calypso: I guess you're not watching this then, seeing as you've got the weather channel on, and they're saying it's going to be partly cloudly. How that's different than partly sunny is beyond me.
Donovan looks up at her.
Hastings: For Peterson.
Calypso: Oh. This again.
She sits down on the bed.
Hastings: I heard someone say it's because I'm white.
Calypso: I really think you don't want to go there.
Hastings: He allowed that...that guy-
Calypso: Kiseragi.
Hastings: Whatever.
Calypso: I'm just saying...you knew his name before the match.
Hastings: Look, whatever! Peterson let him use a chair on me!
Calypso: You were going to use it first.
Hastings: DETAILS.
Calypso throws up her arms and lays back on the bed.
Hastings: I can't believe we're still dealing with this problem.
Calypso: Again with the "we."
Donovan drums his fingers on the table, and then snaps his fingers.
Hastings: I've got it!
Calypso: Uh oh.
Donovan turns around on the chair.
Hastings: I need you to do something for me.
Calypso sits up.
Calypso: Okay. I think.
Hastings: Well, darts didn't work, so I need you to make me one of those...those things. What do you call it?
Calypso: Oh, this is not going to be good.
Hastings: The voom doll.
Calypso: Voom?
Hastings: Voom, fwhoom, ding doo, something like that.
Calypso stares at him for a moment.
Calypso: You want me to make you a voodoo doll?
Donovan snaps his fingers with an excited look on his face.
Hastings: That's it!
Calypso slumps back onto the bed.
Hastings: Yes, it'll be perfect. And then, during this six man tag on Sentinel, there will be justice finally achieved. And it's about time.
Donovan stands up and looks in the mirror.
Hastings: Let that fool use a chair on me...I feel dirty just thinking about it. I'm going to shower.
Donovan walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Calypso tilts her head up and watches him. After the door closes, she puts her head back down.
Calypso: Well, that was different.
A click is heard, and Calypso opens the door and walks into the room.
Calypso: Here you are. I was surprised when I didn't see you at the arena after your match. Although to be honest, that's the first shower I've taken in forever that I haven't' been really cranky through.
Hastings: Storm's coming.
Calypso glances at the television.
Calypso: I guess you're not watching this then, seeing as you've got the weather channel on, and they're saying it's going to be partly cloudly. How that's different than partly sunny is beyond me.
Donovan looks up at her.
Hastings: For Peterson.
Calypso: Oh. This again.
She sits down on the bed.
Hastings: I heard someone say it's because I'm white.
Calypso: I really think you don't want to go there.
Hastings: He allowed that...that guy-
Calypso: Kiseragi.
Hastings: Whatever.
Calypso: I'm just saying...you knew his name before the match.
Hastings: Look, whatever! Peterson let him use a chair on me!
Calypso: You were going to use it first.
Hastings: DETAILS.
Calypso throws up her arms and lays back on the bed.
Hastings: I can't believe we're still dealing with this problem.
Calypso: Again with the "we."
Donovan drums his fingers on the table, and then snaps his fingers.
Hastings: I've got it!
Calypso: Uh oh.
Donovan turns around on the chair.
Hastings: I need you to do something for me.
Calypso sits up.
Calypso: Okay. I think.
Hastings: Well, darts didn't work, so I need you to make me one of those...those things. What do you call it?
Calypso: Oh, this is not going to be good.
Hastings: The voom doll.
Calypso: Voom?
Hastings: Voom, fwhoom, ding doo, something like that.
Calypso stares at him for a moment.
Calypso: You want me to make you a voodoo doll?
Donovan snaps his fingers with an excited look on his face.
Hastings: That's it!
Calypso slumps back onto the bed.
Hastings: Yes, it'll be perfect. And then, during this six man tag on Sentinel, there will be justice finally achieved. And it's about time.
Donovan stands up and looks in the mirror.
Hastings: Let that fool use a chair on me...I feel dirty just thinking about it. I'm going to shower.
Donovan walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Calypso tilts her head up and watches him. After the door closes, she puts her head back down.
Calypso: Well, that was different.
