The S Stands Form Smarts (Monroe EoD RP#1)
Sept 27, 2019 0:10:36 GMT -5
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Post by The Dunne Deal on Sept 27, 2019 0:10:36 GMT -5
Date: 9-27
Location: Theo's Coffee House Eugene, OR
We find all four members of The Saga sitting a corner table of this small mom and pop cafe. A look on concern over three of their faces as they look over at Johnny Sniper, who just continues to stare out the window at people walking by. Sniper sighs.
Sniper: "This is stupid."
Dunne: "Hey John be nice. We're just here to check on Trav, and that's all. So how's she doing?"
Monroe: "Not good guys. Not good. Doctors say we're just playing the waiting game now. With Destiny's current travel schedule. I decided to take last week off and fly back home. This might be the last time I get to see her. So I wanted to make the most of it."
Nobody: "Hey man, no problem. You're one of us. Besides, did you really think that we'd straight abandon one of own, especially when of one our mothers is at the End of Her Days."
The other three glare at Nobody.
Dunne: "That was in terrible taste, Joe. And you know it?
Monroe: "It's alright Well. He's right. She is at the end of her days. I'm not gonna lie. I'm gonna miss her like hell when the time comes. But, I can't sit here and mope around waiting for it to happen."
Nobody: "True, beside you got a tournament to win don't you Trav. Uh, don't you."
Nobody elbows Monroe in the ribs while winking at Sniper and Dunne.
Dunne: "Speaking of End of Days, who you got in the first round?"
Monroe: "Ai Moe."
Dunne: "Wait, the same Ai Moe, who just recently lost to Subject, and gave him the ability to had another title to X*Crown."
Monroe: "The one and the same."
Nobody: 'Yeah, Trav here gonna pound that little Japanese girl harder than Subject did, ain't you."
Nobody winks at Monroe.
Monroe: "You know what Joe, fuck you!"
Dunne: "Oh, come on Travis, he's just fucking with you. Take a joke."
Monroe: "No, Wilford! I'm not taking at a fucking joke. He's not in the tournament and neither are you or Sniper. Me, and not only do I have to faceoff with Ai Moe, but there's a possibility down the line that I could end facing someone you know all too well Dunne."
Dunne: "And you may that be?"
Monroe: "Duke Kosloff."
Dunne: "Dukey's in again this year, well damn."
Monroe: "What makes it harder for me is Duke and myself at the only ones worth a damn on our side of the bracket. And to make matters worse, I'm the only motherfucker from Destiny in the goddamn tournament. So not only do I have to compete against some the best in the network. But I've got to do while carrying the pride of Destiny Wrestling on my back. Do you how fucking stressful it is to be the one to represent an entire fucking company, do you? I've been busting my ass off, trying to prove to the world that Destiny isn't sideshow oddities, meanwhile while I'm out here worried about my mom, and trying to train for this fucking thing. I got Joe over here playing Pirates of the Carribean with fucking piece paper, between a man with issues with his son, and washed-up has-been. I'm trying to make not only myself look good, but the group as well. Along with Destiny, and he wants to make jokes about pounding a Japanese girl, fuck him, man. If was so confident, he would be in the fucking thing as well."
Dunne: "It's OK, man, just worry about Moe, and you should do just fine. So Joe, what is with that briefcase?"
The camera fades as Joe Nobody begins to tap on a briefcase that he has pull out from under his chair.
Nobody: "You'll see."
Location: Theo's Coffee House Eugene, OR
We find all four members of The Saga sitting a corner table of this small mom and pop cafe. A look on concern over three of their faces as they look over at Johnny Sniper, who just continues to stare out the window at people walking by. Sniper sighs.
Sniper: "This is stupid."
Dunne: "Hey John be nice. We're just here to check on Trav, and that's all. So how's she doing?"
Monroe: "Not good guys. Not good. Doctors say we're just playing the waiting game now. With Destiny's current travel schedule. I decided to take last week off and fly back home. This might be the last time I get to see her. So I wanted to make the most of it."
Nobody: "Hey man, no problem. You're one of us. Besides, did you really think that we'd straight abandon one of own, especially when of one our mothers is at the End of Her Days."
The other three glare at Nobody.
Dunne: "That was in terrible taste, Joe. And you know it?
Monroe: "It's alright Well. He's right. She is at the end of her days. I'm not gonna lie. I'm gonna miss her like hell when the time comes. But, I can't sit here and mope around waiting for it to happen."
Nobody: "True, beside you got a tournament to win don't you Trav. Uh, don't you."
Nobody elbows Monroe in the ribs while winking at Sniper and Dunne.
Dunne: "Speaking of End of Days, who you got in the first round?"
Monroe: "Ai Moe."
Dunne: "Wait, the same Ai Moe, who just recently lost to Subject, and gave him the ability to had another title to X*Crown."
Monroe: "The one and the same."
Nobody: 'Yeah, Trav here gonna pound that little Japanese girl harder than Subject did, ain't you."
Nobody winks at Monroe.
Monroe: "You know what Joe, fuck you!"
Dunne: "Oh, come on Travis, he's just fucking with you. Take a joke."
Monroe: "No, Wilford! I'm not taking at a fucking joke. He's not in the tournament and neither are you or Sniper. Me, and not only do I have to faceoff with Ai Moe, but there's a possibility down the line that I could end facing someone you know all too well Dunne."
Dunne: "And you may that be?"
Monroe: "Duke Kosloff."
Dunne: "Dukey's in again this year, well damn."
Monroe: "What makes it harder for me is Duke and myself at the only ones worth a damn on our side of the bracket. And to make matters worse, I'm the only motherfucker from Destiny in the goddamn tournament. So not only do I have to compete against some the best in the network. But I've got to do while carrying the pride of Destiny Wrestling on my back. Do you how fucking stressful it is to be the one to represent an entire fucking company, do you? I've been busting my ass off, trying to prove to the world that Destiny isn't sideshow oddities, meanwhile while I'm out here worried about my mom, and trying to train for this fucking thing. I got Joe over here playing Pirates of the Carribean with fucking piece paper, between a man with issues with his son, and washed-up has-been. I'm trying to make not only myself look good, but the group as well. Along with Destiny, and he wants to make jokes about pounding a Japanese girl, fuck him, man. If was so confident, he would be in the fucking thing as well."
Dunne: "It's OK, man, just worry about Moe, and you should do just fine. So Joe, what is with that briefcase?"
The camera fades as Joe Nobody begins to tap on a briefcase that he has pull out from under his chair.
Nobody: "You'll see."
