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Should I care?
Topic Started: Jan 14 2005, 08:45 PM (61 Views)
xwca
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As usual this is where one of Jason’s roleplays are posted but unfortunately he’s running a little low on ideas at this time so you’d be advised not to expect much of the following…

The scene fades in to a room. Right now it could be any room though it’s likely that it’s in the Pepsi Arena as where else would these promos be taken place? It’s your standard interview room with tautly constructed leather chairs and a deep hickory brown coffee table with a darkened background as we’re mainly going to be concentrating on a person who is sat cross-legged in one of the chairs.

The camera isn’t facing the correct way at the moment but that is soon sorted out as the person has one of those remotes which controls everything electronic. Not the mutant powers that Magneto has but it’s the next best thing to it as it moves the camera’s viewpoint to the person who turns out to be none other than the Crimson King himself… Toan.

Toan gives a small smile and runs one of his pale-skinned hands threw his rose red locks.

Toan: Have any of you ever come across a situation where you had to say at least something to someone but all you felt you could say is… nothing.

You felt that all that should be said can’t be said as if you do say that then what you say will give the wrong impression what you’re trying to say. And yet when you say what you want to say in your own mind… it dosen’t make any sense.


Almost in a day-dream Toan’s mindfulness drifts across the room before he comes back to his senses and turns back to the camera.

Toan: That’s very similar to what is going on here…

In my opinion somebody has sucked and fucked it so badly it’s starting to go in a direction that lacks… that little bit of common sense and logic. But I suppose that’s to come when someone muddles things up in a perfectly good company.

I’m being teamed up with a man who not two months ago I faced in a Deathmatch and people expect me to go “whoop-de-do! I’m good now and I like everyone expect who’s bad!” or some shit like that?


Toan breathes a heavy sigh

Toan: Right, whatever… let’s get on with it…

You know these days it seems like everything I do and everything I say has no meaning anymore… it’s like a lion roaring in the jungle and nothing is around to cower at it’s blight.

I’m not going to complain… I mean it must have taken all night for the folks in the office to see I’m not the type of person who trots to the same tune that they play so they decide to stick me at the bottom of the barrel.

But now that I think about it, why should I give a fuck? I mean at the end of the day I’m working to put food in my mouth and send the rest back to my wife and kids.

As long as Elrick can be bothered to show up I don’t think I’ll have any problems as both Miss Kinloch and Torrie are nothing more that jesters in the court of the Crimson King.

Stay sharp…


With that being said Toan takes the remote and clicks on a button which fades everything to black
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