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Post by mf on Jun 24, 2008 22:13:46 GMT -5
Waitress: "Sir, you can't do that in here."
"Oh... For real...? My bad."
...is what came from the lips of a young man who reached up to his mouth. Pulling the Newport cigarette from his lips as he sat at the bar of a local cafe'. He hated that smoking ban in public places, but he'd abide by the rule. Present day. A decade of running, hiding, and keeping a low profile has done one Mercutio Foxx a lot of good. Twenty three years of age now. It's been ten years since he severed his ties with his past. He now currently finds himself seeking residence in Chicago, Illinois. At the moment, he found himself growing hungry and the closest stop from where he was happened to be this cafe'. Chi-Town was the name of the place. Sitting in his seat at the bar, he removed the cigarette from his lips and slid it back into the pack. Guess he would have to wait for his nicotine intake. A smile graced his face as he looked back at the waitress who corrected him. Nodding his head, he continued...
"I'm really sorry. Sometimes it just slips my mind and lighting one up comes natural to me. I don't even think about the ban."
Waitress: "It's fine."
The waitress set the glass of water that Mercutio had ordered in front of him. He nodded and thanked her for the drink. After the waitress walked away to tend to others, he reached forward and took his glass of water. Lifting it to his lips, he takes a much needed drink from it. He really needed that. After setting the glass down on the bar, his gaze returned back to the newspaper before him. Currently browsing for a place to call home.
"Hmm...." |
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Post by mf on Jun 29, 2008 13:54:08 GMT -5
"Interesting...."
...Mercutio had his eyes on a residency that was looking for a buyer and it didn't seem to be too far from this Cafe'. Reaching forward, he took a hold of his glass of water and slowly brought it over to his lips. His eyes never leaving the newspaper as he took a sip from the glass before setting it back down on the bar. He began to speak to himself as his eyes scanned through the description...
"One bedroom... One bathroom... Kitchen... Dining room... Living room... Yeah... This could work... It has a reasonable price... Hmmm..."
...Mercutio's concentration was broken by the sound of footsteps and a voice nearby. He raised an eyebrow as he momentarily looked up from his newspaper and saw...
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Post by car on Jun 30, 2008 12:30:46 GMT -5
Nick Jones walk in. He looked around and saw an unfamiliar face. Though he did notice something about him. Aha he had a GCW logo on his clothing. Nick walked to his table adjusting the Global Warfare Championship to fit nicely on his shoulder. After doing so he looks over to the man.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Hey I noticed you were from GCW, do you mind if I sit down?"[/shadow]
Nick waits for an answer. |
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Post by mf on Jun 30, 2008 13:38:21 GMT -5
...Actually... Mercutio in fact did NOT have a GCW logo anywhere on his clothing. He lifted his head after hearing someone was speaking to him. He looked over at this man with an eyebrow raised. Confusion was evident. His eyes were drawn to the golden belt that rested on this man's shoulder, then they shifted back to meet the man. Mercutio shook his head slowly and began to respond...
"You must have me confused with someone else. I don't know what this... GCW is. Care to explain?"
He closed the newspaper he was reading. This way, he could pay better attention to what this guy was talking about.
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Post by car on Jun 30, 2008 16:02:03 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300] "For one sorry my mistake thought I saw a logo on you guess not. Second off GCW is a federation or wrestling company. To tell you the truth you are in its Cafe. The title on my shoulder is one belonging to the company that I rightfully won last night at a huge PPV. Does that help any?" [/shadow] Nick raises an eyebrow as he waits for a response.[/center] |
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Post by mf on Jun 30, 2008 16:36:49 GMT -5
He lifted a hand up off of the bar and only extended his index finger. Waving his finger left to right for a moment. He begins to respond...
"There is no need to get defensive. I simply corrected your mistake. You need not talk down to someone who asks a simple question. I suppose your information is helpful. Atleast, a little bit."
Using the same hand, he reached across the bar to take a hold of his glass of water. Lifting the glass to his lips, he takes a quick sip from it before setting it back down on the bar. His eyes scanned the cafe'. Noticing the letters GCW surrounded him on all sorts of different things. He began to speak as he looked around the cafe'.
"Anyways... GCW. GCW is a wrestling company? That is interesting. I was unaware that there was a wrestling company in this city. I didn't even know this cafe' was owned by a wrestling company. I just stopped in here to take a load off my feet after many hours of traveling across the globe. I had no prior knowledge that this establishment was put together by a wrestling company. That's pretty cool, if I do say so myself."
Mercutio's eyes were drawn back to the man before him again.
"And... I guess that makes you one of the roster since you've got yourself one of those trophy belts that deems you the best of the best in your field. What's your name?" |
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Post by car on Jun 30, 2008 17:50:57 GMT -5
Nick smiles
[shadow=red,left,300]"My name is Nick Jones. And yours is? Oh and by the way I am not trying to sound like an ass but I ave two of these beautiful trophies. I have a Tag Team and Singles. I have been here quite a while. I also had another singles title before I moved over to the other brand Mayhem."[/shadow]
Nick thinks to himself
[shadow=red,left,300]"Oh yes I forgot. There are two brands each containing there own Titles and other awards. The two brands are Mayhem and LockUp!"[/shadow]
Nick finally stops rambling on and waits to see what this man says. |
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Post by mf on Jun 30, 2008 18:16:07 GMT -5
"Two? Wow. Congratulations on your accomplishments. I'm not completely sure what kind of hard work it takes for a person to do the things you and the rest of the roster do, but I'm sure you must be doing something right if you've been able to obtain two of those at the same time."
...he said enthusiastically. A look of interest on his face as he looked at the Nick. Then he pointed to himself as he continued...
"My name is Mercutio Foxx. I guess you could call me a "Jack of All Trades." I'm not really in a career. I'm living my life freely. If there is work that needs to be done or a helping hand that needs to be lended, I'm usually one to volunteer in doing so. I stick around in certain places for awhile until I feel like I'm needed elsewhere."
He pointed over at the newspaper that was sitting by his elbow on the bar. His eyes remaining on Nick as he spoke.
"That's why I have this. I'm currently looking into getting myself a place. I just blew in from town, as I've mentioned previously, so I'm going to need a place to call home for a little while." |
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Post by car on Jun 30, 2008 19:08:07 GMT -5
Nick smiles.
[shadow=red,left,300]"I see your problem. Well tell you what. Go to GCW and talk to Miss Amanda Wallace. She could probably get you something to do around there along with a place to stay in the Suites they give to wrestlers and employee's. Not that I think you do but if you need a ride there I would be happy to assist."[/shadow]
Nick again girns as he waits |
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Post by mf on Jun 30, 2008 20:19:23 GMT -5
"Get a job at GCW? I think I could do that. It would depend on the positions that are open. I don't think I'm built for any in ring action or anything like that. I'm not sure if I could do what you guys on the roster can do."
...That was a lie. He could very well do what they do and even better. He wasn't looking to do that though. He knew the kind of damage he would do if he allowed himself to face ordinary human beings. He didn't want to blow his cover. Not now, not ever.
"If you think this Amanda Wallace would take me, I could see if there's something she could have me do while I'm here."
He nodded his head. A smile on his face after he finished his sentence.
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Post by car on Jun 30, 2008 22:35:14 GMT -5
Nick smiles
[shadow=red,left,300]"Exactly. So um do you need a ride or do you got one outside because I was headed that way anyways to change and just lurk around."[/shadow]
Nick waits. |
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Post by mf on Jun 30, 2008 23:21:38 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, I am without a means of transportation. I've been hitchhiking my way around the world. Hitchhiking... and walking. Walking has always been good exercise. If you don't mind giving me a ride to wherever it is that you're going, I would gladly come along."
Mercutio stood up and grabbed his newspaper. Folding it up neatly and slipping it underneath his arm. He reached over and grabbed his glass of water. Then he would bring the glass to his lips and proceed to down the rest of the water in his glass. After finishing it, he set the glass down on the bar. He had no need to leave money for it, as water was free in this place. Looking back at Nick, he awaited his response or movement towards the exit.
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Post by car on Jul 1, 2008 12:40:32 GMT -5
Nick smiles
[shadow=red,left,300]"Follow Me."[/shadow]
Nick and Foxx walk out of the cafe. Pressing the unlock button on his remote the sound of the Escalade Alarm System goes off. Hoping in he signals for Mercuito to hop in. |
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Post by mf on Jul 1, 2008 14:09:11 GMT -5
"Damn."
Mercutio stood there with an eyebrow raised. Staring at the Escalade for a brief moment. Either GCW pays really well or this guy must work hard to be able to afford a truck like this. Nodding his head, he walked over to the passenger side of the Escalade and opened the door. Climbing inside, he closed the door behind him and looked over at Nick.
"Let's go." |
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Post by car on Jul 1, 2008 17:49:44 GMT -5
Nick blares the stereo and nods. Driving down it takes about 5 minutes to get there. Looking over at the GCW building he points.
[shadow=red,left,300]"And that right there could very well be your new home."[/shadow]
He smiles and waits before parking in the lot. |
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