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Post by joejobber on Feb 24, 2008 18:59:01 GMT -5
Joe Jobber had finally made it to the big leagues. Still holding the record for the fastest loss in amateur wrestling he hoped to change that all here. He hoped to show everyone he wasn't a joke. He would succeed. For now though, he'd just walk around the lockerroom taking in the sites. He had his sights set on the Global Warfare Title and COD Title. He hoped he was placed on Lock Up becasue he wanted that title more. Either way, he walks down a hallway exploring hoping to meet fellow GCW superstars.
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Post by rr on Feb 25, 2008 13:19:36 GMT -5
Radimir Romanov was in the middle of another of his many early morning training regiments. He wasn't aware of the where and when Silvia would ask him to compete, inconsistent scheduling to be exact. It never troubled him though, for he always kept himself busy with other things, ready for whatever is asked of him.
Always one to keep to himself, he already memorized the times when the locker room would be deserted, free for him to roam without any distractions to deal with. Unfortunately enough, he finds himself running into someone. He lets out a muffled grunt, despite still standing upright and stoicly composed. Behind the draped towel over his head, he sets his eyes on the other party in this "accident" of sorts...
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Post by joejobber on Feb 25, 2008 15:52:14 GMT -5
Joe Jobber looks at the strange man with a smile on his face. He extends his hand out with a huge smile. Like the one on those Bob commercials who uses the uhm stuff yea. ;D.
Salutations fellow person. You are a GCW superstar are you not? I'm Joe Jobber. Lovely weather we're having isn't it uhm sir?
Oh boy. another overly polite guys. And judging by what people knew about Radimir. Might not end too well. Or at least Joe wouldn't get the friendly reaction he wanted, but it happens.
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Post by rr on Feb 25, 2008 16:16:32 GMT -5
He lets out a heavy snort. He abhorred American manners. How quickly they try to veer in the opposite direction when they are in the wrong.
Radimir leers from behind the strands of unwoven cotton at the towel's edges.
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Post by joejobber on Feb 25, 2008 16:27:19 GMT -5
Maniac looks at the man still smile on his face and hand put out there for a handshake.
Excuse me sir? Is something the matter with you? Do you not know what a handshake is? Sir I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong.
What a nice guy. Too bad it was obvious this guy didn't want anything to do with his kindness.
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Post by rr on Feb 25, 2008 16:33:38 GMT -5
Help? It seems that Americans are incapable of apologizing when in the wrong. How typical, especially in this day in age. He dismisses the handshake further.
He begins to wonder if this one is some sort of janitorial person paid for the only thing his type know much of... cleaning up after himself.
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Post by joejobber on Feb 25, 2008 17:17:08 GMT -5
Joe retracts his hand looking at the man the smile gone. He felt like he insulted the man but had no clue how he did it.
Uhm I'm sorry sir if I offended you somehow. I'm not sure how I did it though if I did. Maybe you could tell me what I did wrong and we could come up with a way to make things all better. Afterall, kindness makes the world go 'round.
Ok this guy went from weird to just messed up. At least he should in most people's minds. People aren't naturally this nice and polite. It was just plain wrong and someone disturbing. It was like a bad 60s movie where everyone loved each other and there was no plot. Kinda dull and dry.
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