Post by Lord Hastings on Jun 29, 2009 17:31:30 GMT -5
Donovan stands outside a building at dusk. His cloak lays on the grass, and he holds a tennis ball in his hand. He flings the ball at the wall, the impact echoing, and it bounces back to him and he picks it up. Donovan stares at it for a few moments, and flings it against the wall again.
THOCK.
After a few throws, Calypso appears on the scene and approaches.
Calypso: Hey.
Donovan ignores her, and throws the ball against the wall.
THOCK.
Calypso stares for several seconds at the discarded cloak. She looks back, and Donovan throws the ball again.
THOCK.
Calypso: Do you want to talk?
No response. A throw against the wall.
THOCK.
Calypso: I know you're on a bit of a cold streak, but its going to turn around. It has to!
THOCK.
Calypso: You've got a tag match this week. You and Savage against the Whites.
THOCK.
Calypso: Don't you have anything to say about it?
THOCK.
Calypso: Come on, you haven't had a good monologue in awhile. Don't you want to talk about how you and Savage are going to crush them? About how Global Domination will prove their namesake? About how you will prove your claim to the name of the Lord of Pain?
THOCK.
Calypso: I hate to see you like this. Come on, talk to me!.
THOCK.
Calypso walks to the cloak and kneels down, touching it gently with her hand.
THOCK.
A single tear escapes her eye and flows down her face.
THOCK.
She stands and stares at him.
Calypso: I'll be there with you. I'll always be there. I promise.
THOCK.
Calypso: I...
THOCK.
Calypso turns and walks away. As he catches the ball, Donovan stops and watches her walk. She disappears from view, and he stares at the ball for several seconds.
THOCK.
THOCK.
After a few throws, Calypso appears on the scene and approaches.
Calypso: Hey.
Donovan ignores her, and throws the ball against the wall.
THOCK.
Calypso stares for several seconds at the discarded cloak. She looks back, and Donovan throws the ball again.
THOCK.
Calypso: Do you want to talk?
No response. A throw against the wall.
THOCK.
Calypso: I know you're on a bit of a cold streak, but its going to turn around. It has to!
THOCK.
Calypso: You've got a tag match this week. You and Savage against the Whites.
THOCK.
Calypso: Don't you have anything to say about it?
THOCK.
Calypso: Come on, you haven't had a good monologue in awhile. Don't you want to talk about how you and Savage are going to crush them? About how Global Domination will prove their namesake? About how you will prove your claim to the name of the Lord of Pain?
THOCK.
Calypso: I hate to see you like this. Come on, talk to me!.
THOCK.
Calypso walks to the cloak and kneels down, touching it gently with her hand.
THOCK.
A single tear escapes her eye and flows down her face.
THOCK.
She stands and stares at him.
Calypso: I'll be there with you. I'll always be there. I promise.
THOCK.
Calypso: I...
THOCK.
Calypso turns and walks away. As he catches the ball, Donovan stops and watches her walk. She disappears from view, and he stares at the ball for several seconds.
THOCK.
