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Post by <~The Shooting Starr~> on Nov 9, 2007 13:13:24 GMT -5
There he sits, between buildings, an alleyway to be exact. Amidst the trash and clutter. A clipboard clasped to his chest as he begins rambling to himself almost incoherently They're here. They're almost all here. All who matter, all who win. It's growing, the populace of the weak. And I, I sit in the gutter from whence I came.
They all say I don't belong amongst them. The weak and powerless. But I've never been ordinary now have I? No, not once. No! I stand out. I dominate. I tear through barriers to get to the top and what do I get for it? Ridicule, avoidance, spit on, passed over.. no more though, no. Not this time. You can't avoid it this time. No. I won't be avoided.Suddenly he begins clasping at his head as if waves of pain are shooting through him Ahh Fuuuck.. it hurts. It hurts. Stupid fucking head, stop hurting me. This is growing to be rediculous to say the least. Fuck...
Lousy Gene...Payne. Can't he find something better to do then try to climb the coat tails to the collar to take over what isn't his? And that lousy reject of reality Shia Storm.. and all the fake fembots you can shake a stick at.
And why? Why are they all here? For the same reason I am.. to kick some ass and get revenge........ |
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 9, 2007 18:11:23 GMT -5
Unknown to Fernando Castro, he parks his lowrider almost in front of this man's alleyway... home? for the day, packing a few female accomplances in his vehicle, all complaining about the cold.
"Gawddamn, bitchez!!! I told you... I didn't have time to fix my fuggin' roof yet! I'll get it this weekend, promise ya'lls... but lookat it this way... ain't nobody else stylin' in a topless car at this time of year, right?"
"I'm fucking calling a cab. Seriously! You're an idiot... No wonder your ex went over to females..."
"Yeah, wait for me... I'm done with this..."
"Aw, come fuckin' on! I get ONE night in two weeks off to go bar hoppin' with you broads and you gotta run a shit fit cuz I ain't got a gawdamn workin' roof for my car... FINE! I fuckin' see how it is!"
He flips 'em off as they slam his car doors, heading away. He drops back in his seat, rubbing his hand against his forehead before grabbing the keys. Ain't no fuckin' way he's sitting out tonight. Bitches. He'll just go to the bar and fetch some more  . He hops out of the lowrider, flipping off the cab as it drives away, standing in front of the alley way for a minute, scanning the streets for a bar. |
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Post by <~The Shooting Starr~> on Nov 9, 2007 19:03:28 GMT -5
He turns his head, hearing the obligatory mexican tunes as it pulled up. Taco's got some keen goggles, but aint he supposed to be ridin dirty on a mower with a burrito and some tequila?
Fuuuuuuuck! There I go with the racial slurs again. I'm so awful. Awful I am. Yet... I wonder. Maybe he'll think I'm valet parking or something. These wrestlers are moronic sometimes.A-yo. Nando right? Shit, he's talking in his head now? He creeps out of the alley way and actually speaks outloud Hey, your that Fernando guy eh homes? From detroit right? FC-Dub? Nice ride mang. I was checkin out them gurls to eh, lookin good, lookin real good. So tell me.. you hear anything about a new company? |
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 9, 2007 20:05:25 GMT -5
"Whuzzat?!"
'Nando's head snaps in this bums direction.
"Yo, spiffy accent, hommes... Yeah, I was in F,C,Dub... And heard me a li'l somethin' bout the Wallace broad doin' a new company... whatzit to ya?"
He shoves his hand in his pocket, good thing he's not doubtful of his scrappin' skillz if this guy tries to pickpocket his ass. Mandible Claw, FTW... |
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Post by <~The Shooting Starr~> on Nov 10, 2007 1:03:21 GMT -5
Whats it to me? Heh, let's just say I'm someone out of a job, looking for one. And I'm quite sure if she knew I was available, she'd be chasing me into worse gutters then this, just to get me to sign exclusive to her new..endeavor.
If ya see her, tell her to call the shooter. She'll know who you mean.and with a quick laugh and an evil smile, the man disappears into the alley again. Deep within the shadows as you hear the clanging of chain link fence as it's climbed in the distance
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. He hops out of the lowrider, flipping off the cab as it drives away, standing in front of the alley way for a minute, scanning the streets for a bar.