Post by Phenomenal AJ Riles on Jul 7, 2008 2:20:49 GMT -5
The camera fades in to show Riley pacing back and forth across Moonlight Army's locker room, his arms tucked behind his back. "It never fails! NEVER!" Riley half-shouts. "Every time I meet him in the ring, it's more of the same! He ALWAYS beats me!"
"Kind of a throwback to the olden days, eh?" Mark, laying on the bench, asks with a laugh.
"Shut up!" Riley snaps. "Damn it, Renegade just seems to get tougher and tougher for me to beat... And NOW, he's got Callous in his corner! So help me, one of these days, I WILL lead us to a reign with those titles!"
"I think you're veering away from the matter at hand here, Riley..." Mark mutters, sitting up. "How are we going to go about getting Kim back from Osiris? It's been HOW long, now?"
"Too long..."
"Exactly. Now, you know as well as I do that if we go and sign that damn contract of his, nothing good will come of it, we'll be ridiculed, and we'll basically turn into the early Haunted Souls..."
"But, if worst comes to worst..."
"We won't have much of a choice, will we?"
"...No, we won't..." Riley reaches up and rubs his forehead, as Mark stands and reaches into his pocket. He extends his hand and grins while Riley plops down, then looks up.
"Here, it's my phone. You know who to call." Mark states. Riley reluctantly takes the phone. Mark then starts toward the door. "Just bring it back later." Riley looks down and punches a few numbers into the phone before pressing it to his ear.
"Yeah, it's me. You find out anything, yet? ... Damn it, it figures." Riley heaves a sigh before rubbing his forehead again. "Alright, I'll let you get back to...do I even WANT to know what you're doing...? Anyway, you know how to get a hold of me, if you find out anything." Riley shifts so he is laying on the bench as he hangs up Mark's phone, then turns his head toward the monitors in the corner. He quickly grabs the remote from the nearby desk and points it toward the monitors.
"Frickin' Renegade... Ooh, Scrubs." Riley mutters. He cocks an eyebrow as both of the side monitors go blank, leaving only the middle one properly working. On both monitors, three words appear, small enough that they're hardly visible from where Riley is laying.
Son of God...
"What the--?!" Riley sits up, but as quickly as the words appeared, they fade, and the monitors remain blank, as an arrogant laugh is heard from the speakers...
(Fade/tag.)
"Kind of a throwback to the olden days, eh?" Mark, laying on the bench, asks with a laugh.
"Shut up!" Riley snaps. "Damn it, Renegade just seems to get tougher and tougher for me to beat... And NOW, he's got Callous in his corner! So help me, one of these days, I WILL lead us to a reign with those titles!"
"I think you're veering away from the matter at hand here, Riley..." Mark mutters, sitting up. "How are we going to go about getting Kim back from Osiris? It's been HOW long, now?"
"Too long..."
"Exactly. Now, you know as well as I do that if we go and sign that damn contract of his, nothing good will come of it, we'll be ridiculed, and we'll basically turn into the early Haunted Souls..."
"But, if worst comes to worst..."
"We won't have much of a choice, will we?"
"...No, we won't..." Riley reaches up and rubs his forehead, as Mark stands and reaches into his pocket. He extends his hand and grins while Riley plops down, then looks up.
"Here, it's my phone. You know who to call." Mark states. Riley reluctantly takes the phone. Mark then starts toward the door. "Just bring it back later." Riley looks down and punches a few numbers into the phone before pressing it to his ear.
"Yeah, it's me. You find out anything, yet? ... Damn it, it figures." Riley heaves a sigh before rubbing his forehead again. "Alright, I'll let you get back to...do I even WANT to know what you're doing...? Anyway, you know how to get a hold of me, if you find out anything." Riley shifts so he is laying on the bench as he hangs up Mark's phone, then turns his head toward the monitors in the corner. He quickly grabs the remote from the nearby desk and points it toward the monitors.
"Frickin' Renegade... Ooh, Scrubs." Riley mutters. He cocks an eyebrow as both of the side monitors go blank, leaving only the middle one properly working. On both monitors, three words appear, small enough that they're hardly visible from where Riley is laying.
Son of God...
"What the--?!" Riley sits up, but as quickly as the words appeared, they fade, and the monitors remain blank, as an arrogant laugh is heard from the speakers...
(Fade/tag.)
