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Sick
Topic Started: Mar 1 2015, 04:35 AM (32 Views)
cookingood
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The scene opens up with Darian Gray sitting on the edge of his bed, in a beautiful red robe. His eyes are visibly tired, his nose chapped, and his lips cracked. Even his hair is somewhat out of place and messy. One hand holds a box of tissues, while the other grips a nearby trashcan, likely full of all the "evil" he's removed via his mouth and nostrils.

Darian: So, as you can see, I don't really want to be here today. I'm sure you don't want me here either, as I'm not in tip top shape, like I usually am.

He sniffles in between sentences, grabbing tissues and blowing his nose into them.

Darian: But I'm obviously sick. Probably from fighting that diseased Aaron Hollan. That guy is seriously sick in the head. And I'm sure his body isn't in any good condition either, not with all the stupid things he does. And certainly not after I gave him a beating. But I felt really bad for him, so I let him get away from the Persistence of Memory. Then whatever move he did afterwards was good enough for me to let him pin me off of.

Clearly wanting to leave something out, he coughs into his hand and blows his nose once again.

Darian: Everyone has been bothering me about that Fighting Spirit Championship scramble.. "Oh, Darian, Darian, you promised you would win it, how could you let us down your highness?" I lost by choice. You ingrates weren't ready for this sexy beast to be holding that belt. I felt like you needed to see someone less important hold it first and come to truly appreciate me, who WILL eventually be the Fighting Spirit champ when I feel like it.

A personal nurse walks in, wearing tight clothes just like Gray had requested. She hands him a mug with steam coming off it.

Nurse: Here's that hot tea you asked for, Mr. Gray.

Gray took the mug, raising it to his mouth. He takes a tiny sip, which flips a switch inside Gray. He stands up and pours the hot liquid over the nurse's head and then roughly slams the mug into her delicate hands.

Darian: That isn't hot. That's lukewarm. Come back when you know your temperatures, uggo!

He pushes her out of the door and slams it behind her.

Darian: We have to look forward, into the future. See, just like this portrait here.

He extends his hand, the cameraman following along. Seen in the portrait is Gray, wearing futuristic clothes and riding a motorcycle, similar to ones seen in Tron. Darian can be heard blowing his nose and retching in the background.

Darian: Excuse me. But as I was saying... into the future. Like on Monday, when I face Ethan Adams. And beat him to a pulp. That is... hoping that this sickness doesn't linger. And even if it does, you fans that sit up front will be lucky if you get my snot and vomit on you. And so will Ethan Adams.

Darian tilts his head back, and lets out a nasty sneeze that hits the lens of the camera. He wipes it with an already used tissue, only smearing it.

Darian: After I'm done with you, Ethan, you'll be feeling sick. Just like me.

The camera shuts off abruptly afterwards, after Darian makes a motion to cut.


{OOC: Sorry for not posting the past couple weeks. It's been hectic for me, hoping to get back into this.}


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