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Post by blood on Dec 3, 2007 14:12:54 GMT -5
Stepping through the doors of the newly established cafe' run by GCW, Chi-Town! Dante makes his way inside. Looking among those who happen to be here already, a small smile forms across his face. It seemed like a pretty friendly and calm atmosphere. It would be a nice place to sit down and relax after his journey so far. Still with so many unanswered questions. A strange attraction to this company called GCW. But atleast he was making progress. It seemed like it was progress anyways. He now had a job in order to blend in among the mortals. He would have money incase he needed to purchase anything like any mortal. And he might just possibly find what has been calling to him so here.
He slowly steps through the cafe'. Scanning the place for an empty table to take a seat at. He finds himself a nice spot right by the window. Dante removed his long red coat from his shoulders and swung it around to place it onto the back of his chair. Then he took a seat and patiently waited for a waitress to come by to take his order. It didn't take long for one to notice a new arrival in the cafe. A waitress proceeded to walk over to Dante's table. Pen and pad in hand, ready to take his order. Once arriving, the waitress greeted him...
Waitress: "Good afternoon sir. What will we be having today?"
"Ummm... I'll have a simple Green Tea please."
The waitress jots it down on her pad and then looked back at Dante.
Waitress: "Alright. Will that be all?"
Dante nodded his head.
"Yes."
Waitress: "I will get that right up for you."
The waitress headed off to the kitchen to get Dante his Green Tea he ordered. As he waited, Dante looked around the cafe'. Watching what was going on around him. Watching how these mortals of today interact with each other. That smile returned to his face. He began to nod his head slightly before placing his arms ontop of his table. Awaiting his order to arrive. As he waits, someone approaches his table....
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Post by interested on Dec 3, 2007 14:42:03 GMT -5
This person would be none other than the 6'7.5" brute known as Bryan Colombain. His journey to Chicago had been a very tiring process: the flight was a complete pain, the car hiring company was just awkward, the car was practically devoid of gas...
You get the idea. All that Colombain needed right now was some time to himself. He needed something to refresh him exceedingly dry throat. What with you ask? Anything he could get at the time. By this point, he'd be willing to drink anything that had some form of taste to it. Before he had the chance to pick out a table of his desire, he was stopped in his tracks by the unknown figure that was sat down on his right. Looking down upon him, Bryan took one good glance at this mysterious person. From observation alone, Bryan made snap decisions about a person. From looking at this one individual, Bryan just came up with one simple word:
"...Poser."
Audible? Most definitely. Shaking his head, Bryan advanced onto an empty table, quickly taking a seat. Unfortunately, this seat was directly behind the individual he had just insulted. As soon as he got into a comfortable position, Bryan began scanning his surroundings, checking to see what the interior of "Chi-Town!" is like. Meh. I've seen worse. However, Bryan's head soon began quickly swiveling left and right: his newly-found paranoia seemed to be kicking in once again...
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Post by blood on Dec 3, 2007 15:00:55 GMT -5
Dante raised an eyebrow at the rather large man. Was that really necessary? It seemed that some people in this day and age were just naturally violent and aggressive. Probably some kind of compensation for other things. People tend to do that when they've got something to hide. Or they feel weak and need to puff out their chest to prove a point. Whatever the case may be, Dante was not intimidated by this man's attitude or size. It was just a simple person with some personal isssues he needed to get off his chest. Whatever those might be. Dante figured he might as well address the problem. He was never one to let an issue with him go unresolved. As the man took a seat at the table behind him, Dante simply turned slightly in his chair. He raised a hand up to his face and removed his charcoal black sunglasses from his face. Revealing the crimson red colored eyes of his that have been hiding behind them. He set the glasses down on the table and turned his attention to the large man. With a fake cough to get the man's attention again, Dante spoke to him....
"And what may I ask... am I posing as sir...?"
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Post by interested on Dec 3, 2007 15:45:27 GMT -5
Fucking hell...
Bryan eventually turned around to face who he has now dubbed "The Poser". Gaining a clear look of "The Poser's" face, he noticed that his eye colour was highly peculiar. Noticing this, Bryan tutted calmly and began to explain his reasoning for calling the man in front of him a poser.
"You wanna know why you're a poser? I'll tell you why. Look at yourself buddy. You missed Halloween by a month. Surely the costume must be getting a little tiresome to wear by now. Plus, what the hell is up with those eyes? What the hell are you trying to prove? Unless you have a bad case of Heterochromia, there's just no fucking point in having those damn contacts in. It makes you look like a complete fucking dumbass. Don't you have a goth/emo posse to hang around with, rather than stinking this whole place up?"
The antagonism of Colombain struck again. It just goes to show how this brute of man can show no respect to anyone.
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Post by Guest on Dec 3, 2007 15:59:24 GMT -5
Zero entered the cafe to get another cup of coffee. It was one of the things that was keeping his nerves calm. Which is rather odd, since coffee is supposed to make a person edgy or hyper(I don't know the name, alright? I can't think of it right now.)When Zero entered the cafe, he stepped into a war of words. Specifically words coming forth from the mouth of the big individual. Seems this one lacked respect, especially for others. Zero thought for a moment as to whether to step in or not. He made his decision.... [/i] Don't you have any anger management classes to be attending?Zero was wearing a black t-shirt that covered up to the bottom of his mask and a pair of blue jeans. He had left his other attire in his room. He didn't feel like walking around in that garb, at least not until the wrestling business officially opened. Zero crossed his arms and readied himself from the onslaught of insults that were going to spew forth from the big mans mouth.[/i][/center] |
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Post by blood on Dec 3, 2007 16:10:13 GMT -5
Here we go again. Another person speaking about something they know nothing about. Perhaps this time, he could let a little slip happen? He could prove his point but he would undoubtly continue on with his rant about... whatever these things are he speaks of. These goth/emo posses... This Halloween he speaks of. Whatever those were. Dante simply shook his head. Maybe. Just this once. This one time. He could let a little slip occur. The man was kind of asking... no... begging for it. Why not? Not like it could hurt. As Dante opened his eyes again, the red seemed a little more intense now. Glowing almost. But not to the point to draw attention to anyone not looking directly into his eyes. Just a slight glow coming from the color in his eyes. And to add to this? A little thing called telepathy. He would speak to this man and respond to him... through his mind...
"Interesting. You honestly believe that my attire is nothing more than for show? A costume? Ha! If only you knew. You don't believe me? Then answer me something... How am I speaking to you right now? How can you hear me? Yet my lips don't move and words are not being uttered from my mouth? How am I communicating to you without even speaking? It is possible that it's all in your head? Could be. Do you think you're hearing things? Hearing voices? Paranoid are we? That you should be. Walking around here and flexing your muscles... Trying to throw your weight around... Like someone is supposed to be afraid of a massive baffoon like you. You simply just proved how much ignorance you possess. Making judgements so quick without even questioning why. Maybe now you'll question why. This voice in your head right now? No. This isn't just a voice. This is the man sitting before you that you called a "poser." I pose as nothing more than who I really am. Maybe I need to protect such beings as yourself from the bitter truth of the unknown. That's why I keep such things hidden from most. But you want proof that I'm not looking the way I am for show...? Explain this."
Ending his sentence, he breaks the mental link to the massive man before him. A smile crossing his lips again. The only time his lips have moved during this moment. Glowing eyes, telepathy, mind reading... Explain that. Explain how he poses. He almost begged the man himself just by staring at him to come up with an explaination.
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Post by Kyle Nobbs on Dec 3, 2007 16:25:27 GMT -5
Upon entering Chi-Town!, root beer in his seemingly-bottomless pocket, Kyle finds himself staring at what looks similar to a circus. A man in a mask, a giant, and... well... A freaky dude. At first look, Kyle could see that something was indeed very different with the third man, the one sitting down. And on second look, Kyle could see that the giant was Colombain, the best from FCW that seems to breed trouble and torment. Not a good combination for a new cafe, at all. Kyle walks up to the bunch, intent on finding out just what the hubbub was.
"Hey there Bryan. How've you been?"
So as not to seem rude, Kyle introduces himself to the other two as well.
"Hi, I'm Kyle Nobbs."
Something about the man that was sitting made Kyle extend his hand to him first for a shake... He didn't even think about it, he didn't make a conscious decision. It just happened.
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Post by Guest on Dec 3, 2007 16:56:41 GMT -5
Hello Kyle Nobbs. I'm Zero Signal. That man up there is Dante Cervantes. If you were wondering what was going on, Bryan and Dante were having some exchanging of words. Apparently, Bryan seems to think Dante is a poser because of the clothes that he wears. Now Dante hasn't said anything back yet, so I can only assume that he is thinking of what to say back. Of course Bryan seems to be rather ignorant given how he goes on about what someone wears.
Zero stands up and shakes Kyle's hand. [/i][/center] |
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Post by interested on Dec 3, 2007 17:05:50 GMT -5
Bryan was in absolute shock. Well, mentally. Despite being able to hide it perfectly well in his facial expression, his mind was sent racing like Roadrunner on steroids. HOW THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT!? That same sentence kept repeating inside his head, over and over again. However, two other voices broke his mental cycle, causing his head to whip immediately to his right. Within clear view were two individuals: the man who identified himself as Zero Signal, and Kyle Nobbs. Eventually, his mind dropped down to a more calmer state, although cautious should the individual now known as "Dante Cervantes" (thanks to Zero Signal identifying him) try anymore mind tricks.
"Oh great, who let you here Nobbs?"
Before lettings Nobbs respond, Byran turned his attention to Zero Signal.
"And you, who the fuck do you think you are, jumping into business that doesn't concern you?"
Oh dear. Hostility levels rising.
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Post by blood on Dec 3, 2007 17:25:18 GMT -5
Dante just realized that he and this big man wasn't alone. He turns his attention to them. There were two men here. One he recognized from the other day, and the other he had never seen before this point. One he knew by the name Zero Signal, the other seemed to identify himself as Kyle Nobbs.His eyes instantly lose their glow knowing more people were present. He wasn't trying to expose that much with this many people around. He gave a wave of his hand and said
"Greetings and salutations...."
That smile on his face still there. It seemed that they were fully unaware of what happened. And sensing the mental distress from the big man who he assumed was Bryan made everything that much more gratifying. He awaited to see how these events unfold.
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Post by Guest on Dec 3, 2007 17:27:37 GMT -5
When you're disrespecting a person that I consider a friend, then it becomes my business. Your muscles and your anger does not scare me in the least. I could probably put you down faster than you could throw a punch. The fact of the matter is, what makes you think that you have the right to go around, disrespecting people? Just because they don't fall into your own category of normal? You truly are a sad, sad person if you feel the need to make yourself bigger by putting others down. Hell, he hasn't even said anything back, so he is most likely just ignoring what you said to him. No one is going to respect you if you don't respect them. That's a fact. So you can keep on living this facade or you can start realizing what the truth is. The choice is ultimately yours. |
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Post by Kyle Nobbs on Dec 3, 2007 18:53:25 GMT -5
"Well Bryan, it looks like you're outnumbered here. Sorry man. I know what it must be like for a bully like you. You've got your personal demons eating at you, and you feel like a refreshing drink, right? Walking into the nearest place available, you see someone that looks as if they could satisfy your discontent with your own life... You try to pick a fight, feel the rush of rage coursing through you, without any indication of feeling towards the other person involved except needless anger and frustration. And just when you feel like the time is right, you realize that the little fish belongs to a big school. Colombain, I've seen what you can do. I've seen how you operate. And I'm suggesting that you order a drink, finish it up quick, and take a walk to cool yourself down before things get uglier than that stripper I sent to John for his 25th birthday."
Hehe... He still hasn't let that one go.
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Post by cryss on Dec 4, 2007 10:25:46 GMT -5
Cryss steps away from the counter with her cup of coffee and her snack she just bought. Right off she starts looking around the cafe for an open seat. Seeing a few men conversing across the cafe she starts to walk towards the area, hoping there was at least one seat open since some of them seemed to be standing up.
Holding the cup in her hand tightly, she takes a long sip, while on her way to the area in question. Before long she had made her way through the crowd of people coming and going through the new cafe back and forth. They seemed to be coming like wild people , in and out of the door every few seconds. Finally making it to the area she was headed to, she found one open seat a few feet away from the men who seemed to be arguing. Didn't sound like they were really friends she thought as she smiled in their direction before sitting down with her cup of coffee, trying not to look in their direction too much and just to keep to herself. She didn't want to get into this big mess that seemed like was about to happen. |
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