Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Nov 9, 2009 21:38:11 GMT -5
“Fucking Americans and their piss excuse for beer.”
The scene opens to Raenius, elbow deep in a cooler in the catering room, searching for what he terms a “decent beer”. Off behind him, some movement draws the eye. Two heads, one with greasepaint on his face, and the other without, peek around the corner, watching the Resident Evil. Raenius pauses for a second and then looks behind him, but just as he does, the heads disappear and he sees nothing.
“Fucking paranoid shit is what that is,” he mutters to himself, continuing to pick up beers and discard them, sighing.
Behind him, there is more movement as the heads pop out from behind a pillar, this time closer to him. Raenius growls as he gets that prickle running down his neck and back that lets him know someone is watching and whirls around, slamming the cooler shut. Nothing. His eyes narrow behind his mask as he continues to peruse his surroundings suspiciously. He continues to eye the area for a minute before reopening the cooler, intent on taking whatever he can get. When he opens the cooler, standing inside is Shucky in a parka, holding forth a lovely Irish brew.
“Cheers,” he says, snatching the beer and closing the door, so eager is he to pop the top.
As he slides his mask up and takes his first sip, he pauses, beer in mouth to turn and look back at the cooler.
“What in the fucking hell…?”
Ripping the cooler open again, he peers inside, looking for the little leprechaun he could have just sworn he had seen. He shakes his head, seeing nothing, and just as he is about to turn around, Exile runs in from behind and delivers an evil blow to the back of Raenius’ head with a steel chair, a blow so hard it slides his mask back over his face. Raenius’ knees buckle and he slumps to the ground, unconscious. Carnival pops out from behind the column and leaps over to the scene.
“You got him, Ex! Now get that imposter up and let’s see who’s pretending to be my buddy, Deszarus!”
Exile picks up Raenius and slams him into the wall, holding him there as Carnival comes closer, preparing to lift the mask.
“I’ve told you guys, that IS Deszarus. That‘s not an imposter.”
This comes from KvK who has just walked nonchalantly into the catering room, not surprised by the scene before him. He takes a long swig of the beer he is carrying, content to stand back and watch events unfold. Should be amusing, right? Carnival responds with infuriating logic.
“No, this is Raenius, and he’s pretending to be our buddy, Deszarus and we’re going to find out who the hell this really is. I heard him last week and that‘s the worst Irish accent I‘ve ever heard, impersonating bastard!”
Exile slams Raenius into the wall again, to emphasize Carnival’s words, no argument coming from the unconscious Resident Evil. KvK sighs and tries again.
“Look, I’m telling you-”
Carnival interrupts him.
“If this were my buddy Deszarus, would I do… this?” Carnival’s hand snaps forward and he pokes Raenius right in the eye socket of his mask and looks back to KvK who is watching this all with an eyebrow raised.
“You know, they burned Hannibal Lecter...oops, I mean Brandon Spikes, for that,” he warns. Carnival continues.
“And I would never do THIS to my buddy…” Carnival slams his boot against one of Raenius’ feet and grinds it into the wall. KvK winces a bit.
“Uhhh…” KvK just lets his response die off and takes another drink of beer. Yep, definitely amusing.
“And Carn definitely wouldn’t roshambo Deszarus,” this from Exile, still holding Raenius up. Carnival nods at Exile, seriously.
“True words, Ex,” and so saying, he moves across the room and makes an ordeal out of over exaggerating some stretches, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, shaking his head back and forth. He exhales quickly before running back across the room to deliver a… ewww. That had to hurt. The kick to Raenius’ twig and berries is so violent, it lifts him out of Exile’s hands to slump down to the floor. Carnival and Exile hover over him, KvK standing back a ways, but close enough to where he can see all that is going on.
“Now let’s find out who this imposter is!” Carnival reaches for the mask, but is interrupted by Exile.
“Maybe its old man withers from the haunted amusement park.”
Carnival taps a finger to the side of his head.
“Now you’re thinking!” Carnival exclaims excitedly.
“No… I don’t think you are,” KvK says with an amused sigh.
Carnival wastes no more time and reaches down to snatch the mask off of Raenius’ face, revealing… Deszarus. Carnival’s face is the picture perfect definition of stunned. Exile shrugs his shoulders, a defeatist motion.
“It’s… Dez….” Carnival looks a bit sick as he says these words.
“And I betcha he would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you two meddling, psychopathic kids and your snooping leprechaun,” KvK quips.
Exile and Carnival continue to just stare at Raenius, the differences in their facial expressions comical. KvK chuckles.
“Now what, geniuses?”
His words snap Carnival and Exile out of their musings and they look around. Exile’s eyes land on something and they narrow. He stands, walking towards a tech guy who has just entered the room.
“Excuse me, techie, quick question about the show,” he calls, smiling when the tech guy comes over, all helpful.
“Sure, what do you ne-” the tech guy is cut short in his offer to help as Carnival hits him in the back of the head with the steel chair from earlier, sending the poor guy crumpling to the ground.
“Nice shot,” Exile compliments Carn, patting him on the back.
“Oh you know, I do what I can,” Carnival waves it off.
Exile grabs the techie and hauls him over to the wall directly across from Raenius, propping him up as Carnival picks up the steel chair and molds one of the guy’s hands around it. The two step back, studying their work. KvK walks over after fishing another beer out of the cooler.
“Why don’t you guys sprinkle some crack on him, and we can get out of here?” this from KvK, just offering helpful suggestions.
Carnival pats himself down, searching his pockets and then shrugging.
“Don’t have any of that,” he says looking disappointed before snapping his fingers and moving quickly over to the cooler to snatch out a Red Bull.
“This oughta do the trick,” he says, cracking open the can and pouring some of the caffeine-infused product into the guy’s mouth, pouring some on his clothes and then placing the can in the guy’s other hand, molding his fingers around this as well before stepping back.
“There we go.”
He and Exile share a look and then bolt away from the scene, KvK trailing behind them chuckling to himself.
The scene opens to Raenius, elbow deep in a cooler in the catering room, searching for what he terms a “decent beer”. Off behind him, some movement draws the eye. Two heads, one with greasepaint on his face, and the other without, peek around the corner, watching the Resident Evil. Raenius pauses for a second and then looks behind him, but just as he does, the heads disappear and he sees nothing.
“Fucking paranoid shit is what that is,” he mutters to himself, continuing to pick up beers and discard them, sighing.
Behind him, there is more movement as the heads pop out from behind a pillar, this time closer to him. Raenius growls as he gets that prickle running down his neck and back that lets him know someone is watching and whirls around, slamming the cooler shut. Nothing. His eyes narrow behind his mask as he continues to peruse his surroundings suspiciously. He continues to eye the area for a minute before reopening the cooler, intent on taking whatever he can get. When he opens the cooler, standing inside is Shucky in a parka, holding forth a lovely Irish brew.
“Cheers,” he says, snatching the beer and closing the door, so eager is he to pop the top.
As he slides his mask up and takes his first sip, he pauses, beer in mouth to turn and look back at the cooler.
“What in the fucking hell…?”
Ripping the cooler open again, he peers inside, looking for the little leprechaun he could have just sworn he had seen. He shakes his head, seeing nothing, and just as he is about to turn around, Exile runs in from behind and delivers an evil blow to the back of Raenius’ head with a steel chair, a blow so hard it slides his mask back over his face. Raenius’ knees buckle and he slumps to the ground, unconscious. Carnival pops out from behind the column and leaps over to the scene.
“You got him, Ex! Now get that imposter up and let’s see who’s pretending to be my buddy, Deszarus!”
Exile picks up Raenius and slams him into the wall, holding him there as Carnival comes closer, preparing to lift the mask.
“I’ve told you guys, that IS Deszarus. That‘s not an imposter.”
This comes from KvK who has just walked nonchalantly into the catering room, not surprised by the scene before him. He takes a long swig of the beer he is carrying, content to stand back and watch events unfold. Should be amusing, right? Carnival responds with infuriating logic.
“No, this is Raenius, and he’s pretending to be our buddy, Deszarus and we’re going to find out who the hell this really is. I heard him last week and that‘s the worst Irish accent I‘ve ever heard, impersonating bastard!”
Exile slams Raenius into the wall again, to emphasize Carnival’s words, no argument coming from the unconscious Resident Evil. KvK sighs and tries again.
“Look, I’m telling you-”
Carnival interrupts him.
“If this were my buddy Deszarus, would I do… this?” Carnival’s hand snaps forward and he pokes Raenius right in the eye socket of his mask and looks back to KvK who is watching this all with an eyebrow raised.
“You know, they burned Hannibal Lecter...oops, I mean Brandon Spikes, for that,” he warns. Carnival continues.
“And I would never do THIS to my buddy…” Carnival slams his boot against one of Raenius’ feet and grinds it into the wall. KvK winces a bit.
“Uhhh…” KvK just lets his response die off and takes another drink of beer. Yep, definitely amusing.
“And Carn definitely wouldn’t roshambo Deszarus,” this from Exile, still holding Raenius up. Carnival nods at Exile, seriously.
“True words, Ex,” and so saying, he moves across the room and makes an ordeal out of over exaggerating some stretches, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, shaking his head back and forth. He exhales quickly before running back across the room to deliver a… ewww. That had to hurt. The kick to Raenius’ twig and berries is so violent, it lifts him out of Exile’s hands to slump down to the floor. Carnival and Exile hover over him, KvK standing back a ways, but close enough to where he can see all that is going on.
“Now let’s find out who this imposter is!” Carnival reaches for the mask, but is interrupted by Exile.
“Maybe its old man withers from the haunted amusement park.”
Carnival taps a finger to the side of his head.
“Now you’re thinking!” Carnival exclaims excitedly.
“No… I don’t think you are,” KvK says with an amused sigh.
Carnival wastes no more time and reaches down to snatch the mask off of Raenius’ face, revealing… Deszarus. Carnival’s face is the picture perfect definition of stunned. Exile shrugs his shoulders, a defeatist motion.
“It’s… Dez….” Carnival looks a bit sick as he says these words.
“And I betcha he would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you two meddling, psychopathic kids and your snooping leprechaun,” KvK quips.
Exile and Carnival continue to just stare at Raenius, the differences in their facial expressions comical. KvK chuckles.
“Now what, geniuses?”
His words snap Carnival and Exile out of their musings and they look around. Exile’s eyes land on something and they narrow. He stands, walking towards a tech guy who has just entered the room.
“Excuse me, techie, quick question about the show,” he calls, smiling when the tech guy comes over, all helpful.
“Sure, what do you ne-” the tech guy is cut short in his offer to help as Carnival hits him in the back of the head with the steel chair from earlier, sending the poor guy crumpling to the ground.
“Nice shot,” Exile compliments Carn, patting him on the back.
“Oh you know, I do what I can,” Carnival waves it off.
Exile grabs the techie and hauls him over to the wall directly across from Raenius, propping him up as Carnival picks up the steel chair and molds one of the guy’s hands around it. The two step back, studying their work. KvK walks over after fishing another beer out of the cooler.
“Why don’t you guys sprinkle some crack on him, and we can get out of here?” this from KvK, just offering helpful suggestions.
Carnival pats himself down, searching his pockets and then shrugging.
“Don’t have any of that,” he says looking disappointed before snapping his fingers and moving quickly over to the cooler to snatch out a Red Bull.
“This oughta do the trick,” he says, cracking open the can and pouring some of the caffeine-infused product into the guy’s mouth, pouring some on his clothes and then placing the can in the guy’s other hand, molding his fingers around this as well before stepping back.
“There we go.”
He and Exile share a look and then bolt away from the scene, KvK trailing behind them chuckling to himself.