Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:09:35 GMT -5
Calypso lays on the bed in the hotel room. She tosses and turns, and then leans off the side of the bed and looks at the clock. Calypso frowns, and rolls back over.
The sound of a card being swiped is heard, and then a loud slamming sound, as something has hit the other side of the door. Calypso gets out of bed and quickly goes to the door. She opens it, revealing Donovan standing on the other side, holding his head.
Calypso: Are you okay?
Hastings: This stupid thing didn't work!
Donovan holds up the card.
Calypso: That's your library card.
Hastings: Well, and there it goes!
Donovan whips the card into the room.
Hastings: Loogeedhit fhwoom!
Donovan laughs and marches into the room. Calypso tilts her head to the side as she watches him.
Calypso: Where have you been, anyway?
Hastings: Cellibratating...ing.
Donovan spins and thrusts a finger into the air, as though announcing something epic.
Calypso: Are you drunk?
Hastings: No!
Donovan sits on the bed as she shuts the door.
Hastings: Maybe.
Calypso: What are you celebrating?
He points at her.
Hastings: Celebritatinging.
Calypso: Sure.
Hastings: You see, this...
Donovan begins erratically pointing around the room.
Hastings: This is justice, being done at last.
Calypso: What do you think you're pointing at?
Donovan's eyes form narrow slits, and he points right at her.
Hastings: Fhwoom.
He giggles and falls off the bed. Calypso rolls her eyes and lays back down.
Calypso: So, you're in the Battleground Match now.
Hastings: WE BE BATTLEGRINDIN!!!!
Calypso: Oh, for the love of...
Hastings: Did you turn the lights out?
Calypso: You're under the bed.
Hastings: Maybe YOU'RE under the bed, did you think about that?
Calypso: I'd prefer not to.
His head pokes back up.
Hastings: Maybe you should.
Calypso: Maybe you should go to sleep.
Hastings: Okay.
He collapses on the bed, and begins snoring immediately. Calypso rolls over and watches him, and she runs her fingers through his head.
Calypso: I do believe you can win at Battleground, I really do. We just have to get through Sentinel and this triple tag without you losing your focus on him again. This is our shot, babe. This is the big one. You can be the World Champion.
She puts down her hand and rests her head on the pillow.
Calypso: Don't blow it because of your rage. Let this vendetta go. Please. For both of us.
She sits up and hesitates a moment, but then kisses him on the forehead and rolls over. He snores loudly, and she reaches off the bed and grabs her ear plugs as the scene fades out...
The sound of a card being swiped is heard, and then a loud slamming sound, as something has hit the other side of the door. Calypso gets out of bed and quickly goes to the door. She opens it, revealing Donovan standing on the other side, holding his head.
Calypso: Are you okay?
Hastings: This stupid thing didn't work!
Donovan holds up the card.
Calypso: That's your library card.
Hastings: Well, and there it goes!
Donovan whips the card into the room.
Hastings: Loogeedhit fhwoom!
Donovan laughs and marches into the room. Calypso tilts her head to the side as she watches him.
Calypso: Where have you been, anyway?
Hastings: Cellibratating...ing.
Donovan spins and thrusts a finger into the air, as though announcing something epic.
Calypso: Are you drunk?
Hastings: No!
Donovan sits on the bed as she shuts the door.
Hastings: Maybe.
Calypso: What are you celebrating?
He points at her.
Hastings: Celebritatinging.
Calypso: Sure.
Hastings: You see, this...
Donovan begins erratically pointing around the room.
Hastings: This is justice, being done at last.
Calypso: What do you think you're pointing at?
Donovan's eyes form narrow slits, and he points right at her.
Hastings: Fhwoom.
He giggles and falls off the bed. Calypso rolls her eyes and lays back down.
Calypso: So, you're in the Battleground Match now.
Hastings: WE BE BATTLEGRINDIN!!!!
Calypso: Oh, for the love of...
Hastings: Did you turn the lights out?
Calypso: You're under the bed.
Hastings: Maybe YOU'RE under the bed, did you think about that?
Calypso: I'd prefer not to.
His head pokes back up.
Hastings: Maybe you should.
Calypso: Maybe you should go to sleep.
Hastings: Okay.
He collapses on the bed, and begins snoring immediately. Calypso rolls over and watches him, and she runs her fingers through his head.
Calypso: I do believe you can win at Battleground, I really do. We just have to get through Sentinel and this triple tag without you losing your focus on him again. This is our shot, babe. This is the big one. You can be the World Champion.
She puts down her hand and rests her head on the pillow.
Calypso: Don't blow it because of your rage. Let this vendetta go. Please. For both of us.
She sits up and hesitates a moment, but then kisses him on the forehead and rolls over. He snores loudly, and she reaches off the bed and grabs her ear plugs as the scene fades out...
