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Post by Franky Higgs on Sept 19, 2007 14:18:42 GMT -6
Place rp's here - +2 point rp bonus for any 10Pt or more rp posted prior to this Friday @ 3:30 PM CST
RP Deadline 9/25 11:59 PM CST.
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Post by "K-OS" Karl O'Sullivan on Sept 21, 2007 15:56:01 GMT -6
The scene fades into a fast food restaurant. It is fairly quiet with only a few seats taken. It is mid afternoon and ‘Ring Of Fire’ by Johnny Cash plays quietly on the radio. Sitting at a table near the window is ‘Pit Bull’ Pete Hardy. Pete wears an unzipped leather jacket, Pantera t-shirt, ripped denim jeans and black leather boots. He looks out of the window, in a day-dream state. We can hear high-heels clipping on the tiled floor.
YOUNG WOMAN: Extra crispy chicken, regular coke, Honey BBQ sandwich and regular coffee?
PH: turns his head and sees a young petite Waitress standing there with a tray in her hand. She has long red hair and wears KFC apparel.
PH:: Cheers. Thanks.
The waitress carefully puts the tray on the table.
WAITRESS:: Enjoy your meal.
The waitress walks away and Pete wastes no time getting stuck in to his Extra Crispy Chicken. It’s almost like he hasn’t eaten for days!
The camera pans around and the ladies toilet door swings open and Vixen, Pete’s wife, Carmen Electra lookalike, slowly walks towards the table. She wears a tight Harley Davidson t-shirt, black leather mini-skirt and black knee-length boots. She sits down at the table and starts to eat her BBQ Sandwich and slowly sips her hot coffee.
VH:: Finally. Food. Coffee. Heaven…Slow down!
PH:: I’m starving!
VH:: Geez! So. Here we are. Arknsas.
PH:: You just talk, I’ll eat…and listen.
PH: ravishes through his pot of chicken.
VH:: I actually quite like it here. It’s nice.
PH:: (mouth full) You want to like it. We’re going to be here a while. Heh.
VH:: Who are you fighting on Wednesday?
PH:: Cletus Beauchamp.
VH:: Who???
PH:: Exactly, my dear. He’s just some pig farmer trying to make an extra buck. But, he’ll be just like his pigs, rolling around in his own poop after I’ve finished with him!
VH:: You’re. So. Nice.
PH:: I know.
VH:: (stretching) I cannot wait to get in a good bed tonight.
PH:: Me too! (cheeky grin)
VH:: No. No. No. You’re on the sofa, big boy!
PH:: Come on, it wasn’t my fault that the motel’s bed broke!
VH:: Pete. Eat up.
PH:: What? You feeling frisky?
VH:: No. It’s the only way to shut your mouth!
The waitress who served Pete walks back to the table with some napkins and a pen in her hand.
WAITRESS:: Pete?
PH:: Yes, love?
WAITRESS:: Sorry to disturb you, but could you please sign a napkin. My nephew is in hospital. Two broken arms, one broken leg. He’s a big fan of yours. It would make his day.
PH:: Sure. Absolutely. What happened?
WAITRESS:: Backyard Wrestling.
PH:: What is his name?
WAITRESS:: Kyle. But I think his mother has had his name changed to Idiot.
PH: takes the napkin and pen and signs it, reading out loud what he has written.
PH:: Which hospital is he in?
WAITRESS:: Ashley County in Crosset.
PH:: Cool. We’ll pop in and say hello.
WAITRESS:: You would do that? Awww how sweet.
PH:: Not a problem.
WAITRESS:: It’s nearly a three hour drive.
PH:: It’ll be good to have a long drive around here. Get to know a bit of it.
WAITRESS:: Your meal is on the house!
VH:: Noo. Don’t be silly.
PH:: When we have finished here, we’ll pop in. Just for an hour.
WAITRESS:: I thinking visiting ends at nine. Aww. I can feel myself welling up here! Two secs.
The waitress hurridly walks back to the kitchens.
‘Ring Of Fire’ fades away and ‘Stand By Your Man’ by Dolly Parton blasts out. Vixen quietly sings along.
VH:: Sometimes, it’s hard, to be a woman…giving all your love, to just one man…I might go on America’s Got Talent.
PH:: Please. For the love of God. Don’t.
VH:: Why? (singing again) But if you love him, you’ll forgive him -
PH:: Does this radio ever play music!?!?
VH:: Shut up. I’m singing.
PH:: Jeez. I’m going for a slash!
PH: gets up and makes his way to the Gents. The waitress returns with some notes in her hand and a sheet of paper which looks to have directions on. She sits down in Pete’s seat, handing Vixen the money.
WAITRESS:: Twenty dollars.
VH:: You sure?
WAITRESS:: Absolutely.
VH:: Ok. Thanks.
WAITRESS:: No. Thankyou.
WAITRESS:: Ok. You familiar with Arkansas at all?
VH:: Haha. No.
WAITRESS:: Ok.
The WAITRESS: hands Vixen the sheet of paper.
WAITRESS:: Directions from here, in Marksham Street and all the way to the Hospital in Crossett.
VH:: Ok great.
The WAITRESS: hands Vixen the sheet of directions.
WAITRESS:: This is gonna make his day. But, he’ll be more happy to see you!
VH:: (slight blush) Awww.
VH: swallows down the last bits of her sandwich.
WAITRESS:: You finished here?
VH:: Yeah. Thanks. They’re beautiful.
WAITRESS:: Thanks. I shall send my compliments to the chef.
PH: walks back to the table. The waitress gets up from the seat.
WAITRESS:: I don’t know how to thank you both.
PH:: Nonsense. You ready babe?
VH:: Yep.
VH: gets up from her seat.
WAITRESS:: Thanks a lot.
PH:: No problem.
WAITRESS:: Have a nice evening.
PH:: You too. Oh! What ward is Kyle in?
WAITRESS:: 32B.
PH:: Cool. Sounds like 32D.
VH:: Is THAT how you’ll remember it??? What are you like???
WAITRESS:: Haha, see ya. Come again.
Pete and Vixen walk out of the restaurant and into the car-park. There are only a couple of cars in. Pete’s yellow Corvette C3 with 18” silver alloys looks truly out of place parked between an orange Ford Edge and a white Toyota pick-up truck. Pete and Vixen jump in the car.
VH:: Listen. Why don’t we go there tomorrow?
PH:: Nah. Tonight.
VH:: We’ve been driving all day.
PH:: So?
VH:: You happy to drive for nearly three hours?
PH:: What’s the time?
VH: looks at her watch.
VH:: It’s half four now.
PH:: And visiting ends at 8?
VH:: That’s what she said.
PH:: Mmm.
VH:: It’s pointless tonight. It’s half four, and when we get there, if we don’t get lost, we’ll only have half an hour with him. And we don’t know if he’ll be asleep or in therapy. Let’s go tomorrow when we can have more time.
PH:: Mmm. Yeah. You’re right. Yeah.
VH:: I hope this place has a Playstation.
PH:: Umm…why!?!?
VH:: And Singstar. Oh yeah.
PH:: Look. If you start and sing just one more time, you’re walking home!
VH:: Aww. (sings) I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world, I am plastic…
Pete turns on the ignition and screeches out of the car-park, the tyres kicking up gravel as they speed out and join the highway.
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