Post by Lord Hastings on Sept 17, 2009 19:52:58 GMT -5
Donovan is reclined on the couch, a handful of grapes in his hand.
Hastings: This couldn’t be going better, it really couldn’t.
Calypso stands a few feet away, her arms crossed.
Calypso: You look awfully relaxed.
Hastings: Why shouldn’t I be?
He tosses a grape into his mouth.
Hastings: The match at Horizons is set. After Sentinel, you’ll have your bling back where it belongs. The old bag can’t take it from you when it’s actually yours.
Calypso: What about the Convenant?
Hastings: What about them?
Calypso: I think we’re in their sights.
Hastings: So what?
He tosses another grape, but misses as it clanks off the side of his mouth and falls on the floor.
Hastings: Damn. Five seconds.
Donovan picks the grape back up.
Hastings: We beat them at Battleground, they should behave like grown-ups and accept their losses. If Raenius wants to celebrate by wearing a mask and creeping on people like he’s working a street corner as the Crimson Ghost, let him. Besides, YOU fucked up Chassie Fear, not me. Why should they be mad at me?
Donovan goes to eat the grape, but thinks better of it, and he flicks it across the room towards the door, where it bounces off the chest of an entering Owen Peterson.
Hastings: There’s the man of the hour!
Owen stares at the grape for a moment before looking up at them.
Peterson: Lord-Chief.
Hastings: You did an excellent job last week, Niglet. I’m right proud of you, I am.
Peterson: Thank you.
Calypso stares at Donovan.
Calypso: …really?
Hastings: Really. You didn’t think he did well?
Calypso: What? No, I-
Peterson: I think they’re not happy about the Chassie thing.
Calypso: Well what was I supposed to do?
Hastings: Eh, don’t worry, I’m sure half of them didn’t notice anyway.
Peterson: So what are you going to do?
Hastings: I’m going to get a soda.
Peterson: Oh, I’ll get it for you.
Hastings: No…no, I’ll do it.
Both Owen and Calypso stare at him.
Calypso: You’re kidding.
Peterson: Really, I’ll do it.
Hastings: Seriously. I have another errand to run anyway.
Donovan walks out, patting Owen on the shoulder as he walks past. A few moments pass in silence.
Calypso: Are you just a complete glutton for punishment?
Peterson: What?
Calypso: Maybe I’m the only one that remembers this, but a year ago at this time he was doing everything in his power to undermine you, to the point that you had a cage match at Horizons.
Peterson: Excuse you, that was a Peterson REALLY Sucks Match.
Calypso stares at him.
Calypso: Who ARE you?
Peterson: You want to know who I am?
He gets a stern expression on his face.
Peterson: I’m the person who spent most of the last year cleaning up your mess. When he was at his lowest point, something YOU caused, I had to pick up the pieces. You destroyed him once. I won’t let you do it again.
Calypso: How dare you-
Peterson: Don’t try it, witch. You’re setting him up. He’s not going to be willing to listen to it, but I know the truth, and you need to know that I’m going to be here, watching.
She glares at him.
Calypso: Fine. Now let me remind YOU who I am. I’m the dominant female of this industry. Chassie Fear, Aito Chen, Gabrielle Montgomery, Cara Prescott…none of them hold a candle to me. Chassie Fear is a former GIW.com champion, and last week I tore her apart. By the end of the night tonight, that title is going to be mine, after I beat this paper champion rookie. Now GET OUT, take that stupid fake belt with you, and you just watch yourself.
Peterson: I’ll be watching you. Don’t you worry.
Owen walks out. Calypso doesn’t move for a moment, and she takes out her cell phone and dials. She holds it up to her ear.
Calypso: We have a problem.
Donovan stands in front of the vending machine, staring at it.
Hastings: Hmm…how do the little people make these contraptions work, anyway?
Travis Roberts is walking by.
Hastings: T-Rob! Glad you stopped by. It seems we have a mutual problem. How about I scratch your back, you scratch mine?
T-Rob: The Cursed One also finds that contraption to be complicated, Lord-Chief. How about some Asian noodles? Surely the Highlighter is afraid to offer help to you, his opponent at Horizons.
Hastings: Now, that doesn’t make any sense. We’re set to have the greatest match in GIW history. We both need to be in tip-top shape so history sees this with no taint. We have a mutual problem.
T-Rob: After your recent string of luck, the Baptized One thinks you might invest in some mutual funds. Let’s pretend you and I were on a reality show, and had some problems. They’d tell a conditional story regardless, and we’d end with the second season with the biggest show of the year.
Hastings: Well, whatever works. Now, you’re up against Raenius tonight, and whatever face he decides to wear. The old bag has got Burke doing the refereeing, that’s a problem. If Owen was doing it, we’d be golden. But we’ll deal. I got your back.
T-Rob: That’s very generous of you, I might need that. It’s not like they’re playing Clue ™, these fuckers are crazy, so I’m sure that help will be needed at some point.
Hastings: Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.
Donovan slaps him on the arm, at the same time kicking back with his foot and kicking the vending machine, prompting a soda to fall out.
Hastings: Hey, look at that.
Donovan picks it up.
Hastings: Catch you later.
Donovan walks off.
Hastings: This couldn’t be going better, it really couldn’t.
Calypso stands a few feet away, her arms crossed.
Calypso: You look awfully relaxed.
Hastings: Why shouldn’t I be?
He tosses a grape into his mouth.
Hastings: The match at Horizons is set. After Sentinel, you’ll have your bling back where it belongs. The old bag can’t take it from you when it’s actually yours.
Calypso: What about the Convenant?
Hastings: What about them?
Calypso: I think we’re in their sights.
Hastings: So what?
He tosses another grape, but misses as it clanks off the side of his mouth and falls on the floor.
Hastings: Damn. Five seconds.
Donovan picks the grape back up.
Hastings: We beat them at Battleground, they should behave like grown-ups and accept their losses. If Raenius wants to celebrate by wearing a mask and creeping on people like he’s working a street corner as the Crimson Ghost, let him. Besides, YOU fucked up Chassie Fear, not me. Why should they be mad at me?
Donovan goes to eat the grape, but thinks better of it, and he flicks it across the room towards the door, where it bounces off the chest of an entering Owen Peterson.
Hastings: There’s the man of the hour!
Owen stares at the grape for a moment before looking up at them.
Peterson: Lord-Chief.
Hastings: You did an excellent job last week, Niglet. I’m right proud of you, I am.
Peterson: Thank you.
Calypso stares at Donovan.
Calypso: …really?
Hastings: Really. You didn’t think he did well?
Calypso: What? No, I-
Peterson: I think they’re not happy about the Chassie thing.
Calypso: Well what was I supposed to do?
Hastings: Eh, don’t worry, I’m sure half of them didn’t notice anyway.
Peterson: So what are you going to do?
Hastings: I’m going to get a soda.
Peterson: Oh, I’ll get it for you.
Hastings: No…no, I’ll do it.
Both Owen and Calypso stare at him.
Calypso: You’re kidding.
Peterson: Really, I’ll do it.
Hastings: Seriously. I have another errand to run anyway.
Donovan walks out, patting Owen on the shoulder as he walks past. A few moments pass in silence.
Calypso: Are you just a complete glutton for punishment?
Peterson: What?
Calypso: Maybe I’m the only one that remembers this, but a year ago at this time he was doing everything in his power to undermine you, to the point that you had a cage match at Horizons.
Peterson: Excuse you, that was a Peterson REALLY Sucks Match.
Calypso stares at him.
Calypso: Who ARE you?
Peterson: You want to know who I am?
He gets a stern expression on his face.
Peterson: I’m the person who spent most of the last year cleaning up your mess. When he was at his lowest point, something YOU caused, I had to pick up the pieces. You destroyed him once. I won’t let you do it again.
Calypso: How dare you-
Peterson: Don’t try it, witch. You’re setting him up. He’s not going to be willing to listen to it, but I know the truth, and you need to know that I’m going to be here, watching.
She glares at him.
Calypso: Fine. Now let me remind YOU who I am. I’m the dominant female of this industry. Chassie Fear, Aito Chen, Gabrielle Montgomery, Cara Prescott…none of them hold a candle to me. Chassie Fear is a former GIW.com champion, and last week I tore her apart. By the end of the night tonight, that title is going to be mine, after I beat this paper champion rookie. Now GET OUT, take that stupid fake belt with you, and you just watch yourself.
Peterson: I’ll be watching you. Don’t you worry.
Owen walks out. Calypso doesn’t move for a moment, and she takes out her cell phone and dials. She holds it up to her ear.
Calypso: We have a problem.
* * * * *
Donovan stands in front of the vending machine, staring at it.
Hastings: Hmm…how do the little people make these contraptions work, anyway?
Travis Roberts is walking by.
Hastings: T-Rob! Glad you stopped by. It seems we have a mutual problem. How about I scratch your back, you scratch mine?
T-Rob: The Cursed One also finds that contraption to be complicated, Lord-Chief. How about some Asian noodles? Surely the Highlighter is afraid to offer help to you, his opponent at Horizons.
Hastings: Now, that doesn’t make any sense. We’re set to have the greatest match in GIW history. We both need to be in tip-top shape so history sees this with no taint. We have a mutual problem.
T-Rob: After your recent string of luck, the Baptized One thinks you might invest in some mutual funds. Let’s pretend you and I were on a reality show, and had some problems. They’d tell a conditional story regardless, and we’d end with the second season with the biggest show of the year.
Hastings: Well, whatever works. Now, you’re up against Raenius tonight, and whatever face he decides to wear. The old bag has got Burke doing the refereeing, that’s a problem. If Owen was doing it, we’d be golden. But we’ll deal. I got your back.
T-Rob: That’s very generous of you, I might need that. It’s not like they’re playing Clue ™, these fuckers are crazy, so I’m sure that help will be needed at some point.
Hastings: Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.
Donovan slaps him on the arm, at the same time kicking back with his foot and kicking the vending machine, prompting a soda to fall out.
Hastings: Hey, look at that.
Donovan picks it up.
Hastings: Catch you later.
Donovan walks off.