Post by chrsi on Jul 9, 2006 17:25:29 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a man, dressed in a black, Element t-shirt, with a pair of black jeans is glaring at a locker in the men’s locker room. The room is brightly lit with florescent light tubes from the ceiling, and the floor has a nice, white tile. Chris’ hair is black on the left side, and a light blond on the white side.
Man: Shut up! I know what I’m doing! This isn’t my first debut, bunghole!
He kicks the locker, and turns around.
Man: Now you, bench! Shut the hell up! I’ve had it with your bullcrap! I know you want to look out for me, but I can look out for myself! WFWF has yet to see the arrival of Chris Cutter…So it’s alright. I know, I may have gotten out of hand.
Chris sits on the bench, his lips quivering.
Chris Cutter: Thanks for being here for me, guys.
Chris taps on the bench, shaking his head. He is now biting his lip, and appears to be thinking, while looking inside of the locker.
Chris Cutter: Locker, I’ve had it with all of your god damn negative feedback. If you don’t have anything nice to me, just shut up!
Chris grabs his hair, and stares down at the floor. The tone of annoyance and agony is in his voice.
Chris Cutter: Alright Locker, I’d best go out there and do what I’m told.
Chris stands up, and walks towards the door. He walks up to it, and points at it, and smirks.
Chris Cutter: No arguing. I have to get out there.
Chris shoves the door, and walks into the hallway, leaving it open. You can hear him screaming.
Chris Cutter: I’ve had it with all of you! You’re all bungholes! I just can’t take you guys anymore!
The scene snaps to Chris, who is walking backstage, with his hair sticking up in random spots. Chris passes a dumpster. Chris stops afterwards, and looks at the dumpster, and begins to speak with a tone of annoyance in his voice.
Chris Cutter: Dumpster! Don’t start with me! Yes, I know that I signed my WFWF contract. Yes, I’ll be here for supper…Not! Don’t talk to me. Your really pissing me off now.
Chris kicks the dumpster, and turns around, and continues to walk. Chris then looks in agony, and covers his ears. He shouts.
Chris Cutter: SHUT UP! SHUP UP ALL OF YOU!
He kneels on the floor, with a tear trickling down his left cheek. He’s attracting unwanted looks now. He puts his hands on the floor, and looks down. He speaks with a sad tone in his voice.
Chris Cutter: No…No…This can’t be… NO!
He lies down, and rolls to the side of the cemented hallway……
OOC: My first rp as an insane man… Thoughts are appreciated. Yes, I know it's short.
Man: Shut up! I know what I’m doing! This isn’t my first debut, bunghole!
He kicks the locker, and turns around.
Man: Now you, bench! Shut the hell up! I’ve had it with your bullcrap! I know you want to look out for me, but I can look out for myself! WFWF has yet to see the arrival of Chris Cutter…So it’s alright. I know, I may have gotten out of hand.
Chris sits on the bench, his lips quivering.
Chris Cutter: Thanks for being here for me, guys.
Chris taps on the bench, shaking his head. He is now biting his lip, and appears to be thinking, while looking inside of the locker.
Chris Cutter: Locker, I’ve had it with all of your god damn negative feedback. If you don’t have anything nice to me, just shut up!
Chris grabs his hair, and stares down at the floor. The tone of annoyance and agony is in his voice.
Chris Cutter: Alright Locker, I’d best go out there and do what I’m told.
Chris stands up, and walks towards the door. He walks up to it, and points at it, and smirks.
Chris Cutter: No arguing. I have to get out there.
Chris shoves the door, and walks into the hallway, leaving it open. You can hear him screaming.
Chris Cutter: I’ve had it with all of you! You’re all bungholes! I just can’t take you guys anymore!
The scene snaps to Chris, who is walking backstage, with his hair sticking up in random spots. Chris passes a dumpster. Chris stops afterwards, and looks at the dumpster, and begins to speak with a tone of annoyance in his voice.
Chris Cutter: Dumpster! Don’t start with me! Yes, I know that I signed my WFWF contract. Yes, I’ll be here for supper…Not! Don’t talk to me. Your really pissing me off now.
Chris kicks the dumpster, and turns around, and continues to walk. Chris then looks in agony, and covers his ears. He shouts.
Chris Cutter: SHUT UP! SHUP UP ALL OF YOU!
He kneels on the floor, with a tear trickling down his left cheek. He’s attracting unwanted looks now. He puts his hands on the floor, and looks down. He speaks with a sad tone in his voice.
Chris Cutter: No…No…This can’t be… NO!
He lies down, and rolls to the side of the cemented hallway……
OOC: My first rp as an insane man… Thoughts are appreciated. Yes, I know it's short.
