Post by Bobby Barratt on Mar 25, 2018 19:50:23 GMT -5
This is the first roleplay I posted after 15 years out of the game when I joined ICW. Thought I'd post it for a laugh lol.
A scene opens in a well lit changing room, lights around the mirrors, various styling products strewn across the tables and a few changing bags on the floor. There appears to be only one person in the room and he appears to be almost lost in the mirror, completely ignorant to the surroundings while checking his reflection. Concentrating hard on homaelf, he barely even notices the approaching cameraman behind him. Continuing to touch up his hair, eyebrows and tidy his beard. All of a sudden he seems to wake to what is happening. Holding upright and spinning around on his feet with a confused look on his face.
BB: What the bloody hell-
Cameraman: Bobby....we are erm... ready for y-
BB: Wow.. really?!? YOU'RE ready for ME?! Who the he'll told you that that's how it works here? You're new here, right?
CAMERAMAN: Well erm... It's a new promotion....we are all n-
BB: No, no, no, you don't get to throw this back on The Prodigy! That's not how it works at all! You know what? Put that thing on a tripod and get out of here! The Prodigy doesn't have time to deal with you!
*With this you see the camera shuffle slightly to confirm the operator is complying with Barratt's request. Barratt is staring at something off camera, presumably the operator, before a quiet click of a door is heard. A few seconds pass as Barratt looks at his watch.*
BB:Ok right this is the first and only warning! The Prodigy does not work to ICW time! Not how it works at all! ICW now works to The Prodigy's time!! You want an interview? You go through my team! Just because my name is on the door, (*gestures to the door, which clearly says TALENT with no name in particular*)doesn't mean you grunts get to come barging in demanding an interview or two minutes of my time!
* Barratt stops, has a quick check of his reflection. He checks nothing got ruffled or scruffy in the rant. He refastens a few buttons on his shirt. Checks his watch again and continues.*
BB:That being said there are a few things that need to be addressed. ICW... you are witnessing something special, not some prat wheeling up with his trolley bag or a car pulling into a car park with some *(mimicking a commentator voice*)* "Who just showed up, who's in the car?!". This is an arrival, this is THE arrival. This is the first time you set your eyes on the man, the first time you get to SEE in ALL HIS GLORY.....*(Putting on his best boxing announcers voice)* "THE PPRRROOOODDDIIIIGGGYYYY....Bobby Barratt!!!"
Barratt checks his watch again. What's he waiting for?
BB: Now The Prodigy has some things to do, right now! See? My time...not yours. So do what you need to do, get this tape sent off to the offices, viewed by the masses! The Prodigy is here...This is going down.....
"Prodigy out!"
A scene opens in a well lit changing room, lights around the mirrors, various styling products strewn across the tables and a few changing bags on the floor. There appears to be only one person in the room and he appears to be almost lost in the mirror, completely ignorant to the surroundings while checking his reflection. Concentrating hard on homaelf, he barely even notices the approaching cameraman behind him. Continuing to touch up his hair, eyebrows and tidy his beard. All of a sudden he seems to wake to what is happening. Holding upright and spinning around on his feet with a confused look on his face.
BB: What the bloody hell-
Cameraman: Bobby....we are erm... ready for y-
BB: Wow.. really?!? YOU'RE ready for ME?! Who the he'll told you that that's how it works here? You're new here, right?
CAMERAMAN: Well erm... It's a new promotion....we are all n-
BB: No, no, no, you don't get to throw this back on The Prodigy! That's not how it works at all! You know what? Put that thing on a tripod and get out of here! The Prodigy doesn't have time to deal with you!
*With this you see the camera shuffle slightly to confirm the operator is complying with Barratt's request. Barratt is staring at something off camera, presumably the operator, before a quiet click of a door is heard. A few seconds pass as Barratt looks at his watch.*
BB:Ok right this is the first and only warning! The Prodigy does not work to ICW time! Not how it works at all! ICW now works to The Prodigy's time!! You want an interview? You go through my team! Just because my name is on the door, (*gestures to the door, which clearly says TALENT with no name in particular*)doesn't mean you grunts get to come barging in demanding an interview or two minutes of my time!
* Barratt stops, has a quick check of his reflection. He checks nothing got ruffled or scruffy in the rant. He refastens a few buttons on his shirt. Checks his watch again and continues.*
BB:That being said there are a few things that need to be addressed. ICW... you are witnessing something special, not some prat wheeling up with his trolley bag or a car pulling into a car park with some *(mimicking a commentator voice*)* "Who just showed up, who's in the car?!". This is an arrival, this is THE arrival. This is the first time you set your eyes on the man, the first time you get to SEE in ALL HIS GLORY.....*(Putting on his best boxing announcers voice)* "THE PPRRROOOODDDIIIIGGGYYYY....Bobby Barratt!!!"
Barratt checks his watch again. What's he waiting for?
BB: Now The Prodigy has some things to do, right now! See? My time...not yours. So do what you need to do, get this tape sent off to the offices, viewed by the masses! The Prodigy is here...This is going down.....
"Prodigy out!"