Post by LB! on Jun 5, 2008 3:54:36 GMT -6
(The following events directly follow Thursday, Insane Thursday, June 5th, 2008.)
LB: STEVE. Man. Hey.
(The camera focuses in on what is apparently Lightning Bolt's hospital room, he initially looks relaxed but, on a closer look, is clearly more than a little drugged.)
LB: Hey. Camera.
(Sitting next to him and looking vaguely concerned, less in a 'this is a friend of mine injured' kind of way and more in a 'I was finally going to start getting paid again' kind of way, but concerned none the less, is LB's long-timeRP crutch assistant Steve the Interviewer Guy.)
Steve: Yeah. You kept refusing to go on TV all week because you were busy-
LB: I was?
Steve: Well, I told them you were. You were just drunk. All week.
LB: Haha, oh yeah. Hahahahaha, drunk.
Steve: Right. So Dave insisted you get some airtime here.
LB: ....Fuuuuck, right. Wrestling.
Steve: Yeah.
(There's a brief pause where LB seems to be staring off into space before anyone speaks again.)
LB: Hey. Was I just at a party?
Steve: No.
LB: WHAT. Did I fall off a building again?
Steve: No.
LB: Then why am I in the hospital man. How did I get here.
Steve: You-
LB: What happened?
Steve: Y-
LB: How'd I get in the hospital man?
Steve: ...
LB: ...
Steve: ...
LB: Hey.
Steve: You got beaten up by a large man dressed as a roman.
LB: Man, there ain't no more romans. Jesus killed them. When he came back fighting the devil. I've read the fucking bible, man. I know what i'm saying.
Steve: Yeah, he's not a real roman, he's a clone...or something.
LB: ...Oh. Oh! That guy. Man, everytime that guy starts talking I just end up thinking about that one movie.
Steve: 300?
LB: No.
Steve: Gladiator?
LB: No, man. That one movie. With the romans.
Steve: ....Spartacus?
LB: Noooo...Fucking. Planet of the Apes, man. That one.
Steve: ...
LB: I hate that movie, man. That's not what monkeys do.
Steve: ...Right.
LB: I hate that guy. I should hit that guy.
Steve: Well, you would have had a chance. Right now it depends on how severe they decide your concussion is. But honestly, it doesn't look good.
LB: ...Man, I got a concussion? Fuuuck. Since when do I get injured from wrestling?
Steve: ...Actually, I was wondering the same thing.
(Steve looks thoughtful a moment. LB presses the button that gives him more drugs and looks fairly pleased. The camera fades to black.)
LB: STEVE. Man. Hey.
(The camera focuses in on what is apparently Lightning Bolt's hospital room, he initially looks relaxed but, on a closer look, is clearly more than a little drugged.)
LB: Hey. Camera.
(Sitting next to him and looking vaguely concerned, less in a 'this is a friend of mine injured' kind of way and more in a 'I was finally going to start getting paid again' kind of way, but concerned none the less, is LB's long-time
Steve: Yeah. You kept refusing to go on TV all week because you were busy-
LB: I was?
Steve: Well, I told them you were. You were just drunk. All week.
LB: Haha, oh yeah. Hahahahaha, drunk.
Steve: Right. So Dave insisted you get some airtime here.
LB: ....Fuuuuck, right. Wrestling.
Steve: Yeah.
(There's a brief pause where LB seems to be staring off into space before anyone speaks again.)
LB: Hey. Was I just at a party?
Steve: No.
LB: WHAT. Did I fall off a building again?
Steve: No.
LB: Then why am I in the hospital man. How did I get here.
Steve: You-
LB: What happened?
Steve: Y-
LB: How'd I get in the hospital man?
Steve: ...
LB: ...
Steve: ...
LB: Hey.
Steve: You got beaten up by a large man dressed as a roman.
LB: Man, there ain't no more romans. Jesus killed them. When he came back fighting the devil. I've read the fucking bible, man. I know what i'm saying.
Steve: Yeah, he's not a real roman, he's a clone...or something.
LB: ...Oh. Oh! That guy. Man, everytime that guy starts talking I just end up thinking about that one movie.
Steve: 300?
LB: No.
Steve: Gladiator?
LB: No, man. That one movie. With the romans.
Steve: ....Spartacus?
LB: Noooo...Fucking. Planet of the Apes, man. That one.
Steve: ...
LB: I hate that movie, man. That's not what monkeys do.
Steve: ...Right.
LB: I hate that guy. I should hit that guy.
Steve: Well, you would have had a chance. Right now it depends on how severe they decide your concussion is. But honestly, it doesn't look good.
LB: ...Man, I got a concussion? Fuuuck. Since when do I get injured from wrestling?
Steve: ...Actually, I was wondering the same thing.
(Steve looks thoughtful a moment. LB presses the button that gives him more drugs and looks fairly pleased. The camera fades to black.)