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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 18 2007, 10:15 PM (41 Views) | |
| Minister Wighty | Jul 18 2007, 10:15 PM Post #1 |
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Our cameras open up on a smoke-choked bar where the sounds of Southern rock music pop merrily through the crowd, allowing everyone some feel-good tunes as they kick back some brews, hit on the opposite sex, or shoot some pool. Speaking of pool, one of the tables appears to be taken up by Odin and Skuld. Odin's applying a liberal amount of chalk to the end of his cue as Skuld racks the balls. She finally seems satisfied and hangs the rack back up before pulling out a gold dollar from her pocket. Skuld: Call it in the air! She flips the coin with a loud 'ping!' and it spirals upward before making its descent. Odin: Heads. The coin lands in Skuld's hand and she flips it over onto the back of her opposite wrist. Skuld: Tails never fails! Ha! Odin rolls his eye and puffs on the frayed, glowing end of the stogie between his lips, setting the cherry a brilliant orange glow. Skuld circles around the table and lines up her shot, trying from a few different angles as she talks. Skuld: So! This week you've got a match with Crackerjack, right? He's supposed to be a tough cookie. Odin: Can't be too tough. Hasn't won any of those titles yet. Skuld shrugs before finally striking the cueball and knocking it into the triangle. The 9 rolls safely into a corner pocket, and Skuld repositions herself behind the cue. Skuld: True, but he's still one hell of a force to be reckoned with. He's cleared the ring more than a few times, y'know? Plus he's got quite the impressive list of victories and maimings to his credit. Skuld sets up for the shot, eyeing Odin as he scoffs. Odin: And that's supposed to scare me? She misses her shot and scratches the felt, though not enough to mar it. Odin steps away from the wall and puts out his stub of a cigar in the ash tray before circling around the table. Odin: It's a game of numbers, Skuld. Look at the facts; Crackerjack is huge. Odin sets up and takes his shot, sending the 7 and 3 to opposing side pockets. Odin: He's the same height and only seven pounds heavier than me. Crackerjack is a powerhouse. Odin moves around the table and sinks the 4 with a well-placed shot that also moves the 1 and 5 into a perfect line for execution. Odin: So am I. I've manhandled. I've fought. Everyone saw what I did to that Dragon when I debuted. He sinks the 5 by knocking the cueball into the 1, but the 1 remains teetering on the edge. Skuld hangs out by the pocket trying to blow it back onto the felt, but Odin moves around and makes his next shot, dinking the cue ball into the 1 to send it rolling into the pocket. Odin: Then there's the final, undeniable fact; Crackerjack has a strong tendancy to lose it in the ring and become an uncontrollable ball of violence. Odin moves all the way around the table to set his next angle, which sends the 6 ball into a pocket, straight-line, without any obstacles. Odin: I myself am controlled... Odin makes a shot at the 15, which bounces into the 2 and knocks it straight into the corner pocket. Odin: ... even when angered. If Crackerjack decides to fly off the handle then he'll present as much challenge as the other thing in life that full of raging hormones... Odin holds his body at an odd angle and snaps the cueball into the 8. It rolls slowly across the table, bumping into one of Skuld's striped balls to redirect it right into the left pocket. He smiles at his battle-maiden. Odin: A teenage girl. Skuld blinks at him, mouth agape. Skuld: ... I'm never playing pool with you again. Odin: Precisely what I expect Crackerjack will say after our match this week. No one that big and badass with that much of a reputation riding on the match wants to find themselves beaten and embarassed beyond all reason more than once. Odin replaces his cue as the table's ball return locks down and thier play expires. Skuld puts her cue away as well and hurries after him, our scene fading. |
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