Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Feb 8, 2010 20:04:26 GMT -5
We cut to a shot just outside a New Orleans local police station. Standing next to the adorable as ever Chinatsu Chen is the equally cute Grace Harding. Gone is her straight laced suit however. Instead she is adorned in a new pair of comfortable looking jeans and a modest bust accentuating t-shirt.
Before long the heavy double doors creek open and out trots the Red Bull Icon. With a bounce in his step, a smile on his face and a Red Bull in his hand BoolZ makes his way to the lovely ladies before the three of them begin walking to the rental car.
Chinatsu: We’ve got to stop meeting like this.
BoolZ: Yeah, you took your damned sweet time gettin’ here.
Chinatsu: It's a little unfortunate you were placed on the other side of town I happened to be in, hmm?
Trashcan: IGNORE THE RP MISTAKE!
(The trashcan is ignored.)
BoolZ: I guess. Started thinking you’d be back state side, and I’d never see ya again.
Grace: She should be so lucky.
Chinatsu: Yeah, if you’re going to complain, why bother calling me in the first place, huh?
BoolZ: Because I knew you’d come.
Chinatsu just grins and crosses her arms with a slight blush across her face, and for a second the look on Ms. Harding’s face has the faintest hint of jealousy. For a very brief second.
BoolZ: Wow, Grace you dirty up damn well.
Grace: Here. Those are to trade for dirty magazines next time you get pinched, not to smoke.
Grace hands RBI a carton of Marlboro Blend 27s and a four pack of Red Bull.
Grace: You can have the Red Bull.
Chinatsu: As if he needs telling!
BoolZ kills the one he walked out with before shoving the empty can in his back pocket, and opening a fresh one from Grace.
BoolZ: Marry me.
Grace: You couldn’t handle me.
Chinatsu: How’d you get Red Bull in jail?
BoolZ: I was only detained, not arrested. Plus counties have to be equal opportunity employers. Why they keep stationing female guards on me is a mystery however. You two figure anything out?
Chinatsu: You had a cult.
Grace: Of young boys. Don’t let it go to your head.
BoolZ: And you said talking to the press was a good thing. See what that got me.
Grace: You spoke once. You weren’t even that likable.
BoolZ: Hey, I got charismas!
Grace: So does a three legged dog. And nobody says they want to be a crippled dog.
Reaching the car.
Chinatsu: Hey, so, I was on my way to the Arena...you coming with?
BoolZ: Oh I don't know, I thought maybe head back to the hotel with two beauties. *grin*
That look, as fleeting as it is, of jealousy in Grace's stare. Chinatsu is long-used to BoolZ's messing around, and just gives a smirk.
Chinatsu: You couldn’t handle me either.
BoolZ: Fine, I’ll just watch you two.
Grace: Keep building my case, sir.
BoolZ: Alright. I gotta get to the arena anyway. Time to show Vlad how the capitalist society punishes the feeble.
We fade to a shot of the New Orleans Arena crowd ready to bare witness to the first GIW pay-per-view of the year.
Before long the heavy double doors creek open and out trots the Red Bull Icon. With a bounce in his step, a smile on his face and a Red Bull in his hand BoolZ makes his way to the lovely ladies before the three of them begin walking to the rental car.
Chinatsu: We’ve got to stop meeting like this.
BoolZ: Yeah, you took your damned sweet time gettin’ here.
Chinatsu: It's a little unfortunate you were placed on the other side of town I happened to be in, hmm?
Trashcan: IGNORE THE RP MISTAKE!
(The trashcan is ignored.)
BoolZ: I guess. Started thinking you’d be back state side, and I’d never see ya again.
Grace: She should be so lucky.
Chinatsu: Yeah, if you’re going to complain, why bother calling me in the first place, huh?
BoolZ: Because I knew you’d come.
Chinatsu just grins and crosses her arms with a slight blush across her face, and for a second the look on Ms. Harding’s face has the faintest hint of jealousy. For a very brief second.
BoolZ: Wow, Grace you dirty up damn well.
Grace: Here. Those are to trade for dirty magazines next time you get pinched, not to smoke.
Grace hands RBI a carton of Marlboro Blend 27s and a four pack of Red Bull.
Grace: You can have the Red Bull.
Chinatsu: As if he needs telling!
BoolZ kills the one he walked out with before shoving the empty can in his back pocket, and opening a fresh one from Grace.
BoolZ: Marry me.
Grace: You couldn’t handle me.
Chinatsu: How’d you get Red Bull in jail?
BoolZ: I was only detained, not arrested. Plus counties have to be equal opportunity employers. Why they keep stationing female guards on me is a mystery however. You two figure anything out?
Chinatsu: You had a cult.
Grace: Of young boys. Don’t let it go to your head.
BoolZ: And you said talking to the press was a good thing. See what that got me.
Grace: You spoke once. You weren’t even that likable.
BoolZ: Hey, I got charismas!
Grace: So does a three legged dog. And nobody says they want to be a crippled dog.
Reaching the car.
Chinatsu: Hey, so, I was on my way to the Arena...you coming with?
BoolZ: Oh I don't know, I thought maybe head back to the hotel with two beauties. *grin*
That look, as fleeting as it is, of jealousy in Grace's stare. Chinatsu is long-used to BoolZ's messing around, and just gives a smirk.
Chinatsu: You couldn’t handle me either.
BoolZ: Fine, I’ll just watch you two.
Grace: Keep building my case, sir.
BoolZ: Alright. I gotta get to the arena anyway. Time to show Vlad how the capitalist society punishes the feeble.
We fade to a shot of the New Orleans Arena crowd ready to bare witness to the first GIW pay-per-view of the year.