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| AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGHHHH!; [Liam Mortell] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 7 2007, 12:49 AM (35 Views) | |
| Liam | Nov 7 2007, 12:49 AM Post #1 |
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Liam bursts through a door to a hotel room. The handle smashes into wall beside it, the dent made by the impact is large, and the handle itself is almost snapped off. The sweaty, and un-showered Liam Mortell chucks his sports bag onto the bed with so much force that it rolls up to the headboard. Out of the blue, he seems calm for a moment. His heavy breathing subsides. Then… Liam: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” …Liam screams as he completely wipes the bedside cabinet on his personal belongings. In another swift motion he brings his foot onto the cabinet, demolishing it completely. He looks down at the pile of broken wood, breathing heavily. The man is consumed by rage, but the cause of which is not explicit. Liam bends down to pick up the remains of the cabinet and his belongings, yet they don’t remain in his hands for long as he throws them against the wall. A bottle of cologne smashes and the pale green liquid seeps down the wall. Liam still doesn’t stop to admire this, he chooses instead to admire himself in the mirror. Placing his hands on the desk in front of it he leans in, and his forehead touches his mirrored forehead. Liam: “Fucking shameful.” Liam turns away from the mirror; his eyes fixate on the television. Soon it, too, has been thrown to the floor. Liam kicks it with his foot and a side panel falls off. He kicks it again, and again and again, stiff kicks that each in turn break the TV. There is a knock at the door. Liam ignores it, either by choice or he is literally so consumed by his rage that he cannot hear it. A voice begins to speak as a key in the lock turns. Voice: “Um, sir, we’ve had some complaints of strange noises. Are you alri…oh my god!” A bellboy stands looking at the mess in the room, and in particular at the enraged Mortell standing in the remains of a television. Liam’s hands grip the wooden chair next to him and the bellboy’s eyes widen with fear. He quickly runs out of the door, shutting it behind him just in time for the chair to smash against it. We fade to black. [align=center]About an hour and a half later.[/align] Liam is sat on the bed. Sitting next to him is a doctor. The doctor is wearing a suit, yet we assume he is a doctor due to the stethoscope around his neck and the white disposable gloves he is wearing. He is making a few notes in a notepad. He places it down in his briefcase and removes the gloves, disposing of them in the case also. Doctor: “So. Can you tell me why you’ve done…this?” The doctor gestures to the destruction throughout the room. It is only know that we see a rather large security guard, standing quite close to the bed yet is keeping his distance. Liam: “I’m sorry…I’m just…It’s just…I’m sorry.” Doctor: “So you said earlier, but it doesn’t really help us. We know you’re sorry but there must have been some reason that you came back here and effectively destroyed this room.” Liam: “Well…” Liam is finding it difficult to speak. Thoughts and ideas seem to rush though his head yet he seems unable to produce the words orally. Liam: “…you see…it’s just. Hmm. Back in England, before I joined the company I work for now. I…well I suffered from some pretty severe bouts of…rage, I guess you could call it.” Doctor: “I see.” Liam: “Whenever I’d go through a series of defeats I start to…blame everything around me.” He pauses, and looks up at the security guard, and then the doctor. Liam: “This isn’t making sense, is it?” Doctor: “Yes…but do explain more. If you can, of course.” Liam: “At the moment I’m doing this trial series. They’re putting me against the top competition…and I just…I just can’t compete on that level. I can’t do it. At least…not any more.” The Doctor ponders for a moment. Doctor: “Have you considered retiring?” Liam: “Yes…but I couldn’t.” Doctor: “Couldn’t?” Liam: “I mean, I don’t want to.” Doctor: “You admitted yourself, a man of your age…” Liam stands up, the doctor stops talking immediately and the security guard takes a few steps closer, physically imposing himself behind Liam. Liam: “I’m sorry. It’s just…you know. I’m worked up.” Doctor: “I understand. Look, I’ve spoken to the hotel manager and he’s agreed to let you stay here tonight under my supervision and with security watching. He’s not going to take anything further, so long as you pay for the damage you’ve done.” Liam: “I understand, thank you.” Doctor: “I shall talk to you about your future options tomorrow, when you’ve had some rest.” With these words, we fade again. |
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