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Don't You Forget About Me...
Topic Started: Apr 4 2008, 04:19 PM (52 Views)
Dai
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We open up on the view from high above street level, just gazing out of a high window, watching the people scurry around like ants in the street below. In the background, the grunts that accompany some kind of struggle can be heard. A knocking at the door distracts us, and spins the camera towards the door, past Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka, who at this moment is currently grappling with his trousers while sitting on the end of a hospital bed.* It is a struggle for him, considering the stitches that cover his chest and the bandages over both thighs, to say nothing of the soft brace that covers his left knee. At least, he stands up manages to get them around his waist to button them up.

Mr. the Crow: Enter.

A frosty command and he stands up to get to a hanger, where his shirt resides. Through the door, ducking to avoid messing his hair up on the door frame, steps the Peroxide Outlaw, Mr. Blond, who carefully closes it behind him.

Mr. Blond: Gotta pres'nt for ya here...

With a flourish usually reserved for flowers, Blondie shoves his gift under the Boss's nose. Indeed, they are wrapped like flowers so that the toes come through the top of the wrapping paper. Toes aren't something you often see on flowers, but flowers are seldom shiny, black and in the possession of laces. No, Mr. Blond's "gift" consists of a pair of boots and a pair of kick-pads.**

Mr. the Crow: Thank you. Leave them on the bed.

Mr. Blond: Ya wan'ed ta see me 'bout som'in, boss?

After carefully laying down the boots, Blondie goes over to open a window.

Mr. the Crow: I did indeed, although by now there is no need to call me "boss."

Lighter flickering in the wind; Blondie stops dead, midway through lighting up a smoke. Daisuke is looking inside his cupboard for his jacket, wherein lies his chequebook. With that and pen, he goes over to the bedside cabinet and starts scribbling.

Mr. the Crow: I am afraid that the time has come for us to part ways, Mr. Blond. I would like to thank you for your time and the services rendered.

Mr. Blond: Had feelin' i'mahght be som'in lahk tha'. Som'in in tha wind, ya know? Well, i's bin fun, Boss. We pulled some ex-cel-lent shit ovah' th'years, din't we? Hur Hur... Din't we jus'...

Finishing with the cheque, Daisuke tears it off and offers it to Blondie.

Mr. the Crow: The severance pay we agreed on when you first signed your contract with me; although I have adjusted it slightly for inflation.

Mr. Blond: Day-am, there's a lotta inflatin' been goin' on, huh?

Mr. the Crow: Well, as you say; we pulled some excellent shit.

Putting the cheque away with a chortle, Blondie smiles and offers his hand, which upon buttoning his shirt, Daisuke takes.

Mr. Blond: So whatcha gon' be doin' wi' yaself naw, wi'out me ta make i' all bettah?

Daisuke sits down and sets about getting his pads and boots on.

Mr. the Crow: The first order of business is to leave this place. After that? Who knows? I am meeting a friend at the airport. I do not suppose you have any mischief planned?

Mr. Blond: Me? Yew know me, boss, Ah ain' plannin' no trouble. Do got a bit'ah "gainful employment" lahned up though... Acsh'lly, Ah bettah go gi'm a call naw.

The two smile at each other, and Mr. Blond takes his leave. After closing the door behind him, he gets two steps before causing a commotion, audible even through the door...

Nurse: [size0]Hey! You can't smoke that in here! This is a hospital!

Mr. Blond: [size0]How 'bout we mak'a game'f it? Ah know a grea' one... I's called "Watch Me."

Wincing from the pain in his ribs, Daisuke still can't supress a chuckle as the argument fades away down the corridor, as Daisuke dresses himself up for his next guest...

[size0]* A private room, of course.

** He claims that he feels more comfortable wearing the boots, but that still doesn't explain the shin-pads.
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