Post by Border Control Specialist on Aug 7, 2009 13:11:19 GMT -4
((Yes, yes, the roleplay is late. Don't get your panties in a bunch 
. I could give a great amount of excuse like, I was confused on the deadline, work, school but none of you are interested in that. I do need to apologize to Shadow. I definitely thought I would have this up Wednesday night but my car battery died. Yay me, right? Oh wait...there are those excuses again...man...I whine a lot. It's been one of those weeks. So...um...yeah. Please count the roleplay? Thanks! 
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Drenched in thick, Texas accents; Ted Bennett and his partner, Walker Cordell are kicking up their feet in the office, monitoring the action (or lack there of) at the border while discussing Ted's upcoming debut wrestling match at APW later this week. Downing the beers as they go (domestic beer, of course), Walker take a few notes from Ted, the more experienced of the two. He admires Ted as an agent and as a leader. Walker is usually seen just following Ted's lead, even though Walker sounds, walks and talks like a certified badass; that's usually all he does. He's the sidekick. It's Ted who runs the show and despite his unusual methods of getting the job done, no one can deny his effectiveness on the field.
Ted's wrestling escapades has the whole department talking. They're happy to see someone taking up the mantle for the Border Patrol Agency. It's not everyday that the BPA is remembered in day to day life with all that's happening over seas. Many of them feel cheated by the lack of exposure to the danger right on the border! But the subject of Ted and Walker's conversation this week is less work oriented than usual.
Walker Cordell: So you're wrestling for APW?
Ted Bennett: Why yes'sir I am. It's time to get some respect the Border Control Agency has lost over the past few years.
Walker Cordell: I reckon you're taken Shadow to the cleaners, this week? He put Michael Lively on the ropes two weeks ago. I reckon' you'll be sittin' purty if you put an old fashion border beat downon 'em and when you do I'm sure you'll get your recognition you deserve.
Ted Bennett: I 'spose you're right. But remember, I'm not doin' this for me. In order to be successful, you gotta have a higher purpose. You know? A calling! And mine was to be a Border Patrol Agent!
Walker Cordell: I believe it. But what about when you're done wrasslin' and border patrollin'? I mean, you can't do this forever.
Ted Bennett: Like hell I can't. Even when they gimme my pension, I'll still be sittin' at the border with more fire power then I reckon' those liberals will let us have.
Walker Cordell: Damn libs, think they run the country. Shoot, I think we are wastin' our time, sometimes. Them dems really think us white people are full of nuthin' but hate for colored folk.
Ted Bennett: It's why they stack the system against us son. Affirmative action is just a ruse ta make the white people the minority in this country feel guilty about stuff over 150 years ago. I don't hate black people. Hell, my preacher is a black man! You should come with me to church tommora, Walker.
Walker Cordell: You know I got the good Lord on with me, Ted. I can't say the same about Shadow though. Did you see what he said about ya?
Ted Bennett: Yeah. He's just peeved that Biggs got up on him. He's distracted. Which works out just dandy for me. Because if he thinks he's dustin' up another rookie he's got three things coming: a whoopin, a beatin' and his shoulders planted on the mat.
Just then, the sirens turn on. The cameras have spotted a family coming from the south over the border. The men put their feet down from the counter top and look at each other and nod. They stand up and dust themselves off. Walker shoots a beer at the trash can and it duffs of the edge and in. Ted, on the other hand, strokes it right down the center.
Ted Bennett: I still got it, son!
Walker Cordell: Let's get them triathletes before they make the dash to El Paso.
Ted Bennett: I'm driving the truck.
Walker Cordell: Shotgun.
Ted Bennett: They're is no one else takin' a seat, Walker. How many times...
Walker Cordell: I meant I'm bring the shotgun. Let's go!
Revving up the engine, Ted floors it, burning rubber and creating a high pitched squeal synonymous with awesomeness. The dirt roads the desert provides puts a beating on any vehicle foolish enough to test its mettle. Fortunately, while the guns the BPA gets might not be top shelf, their American made trucks are ready to rumble!
They reach the spot ahead of their would be illegal aliens and stop them dead in their tracks. It's a family of four, with a guide. A Man and a woman with two kids. They look fearfully at Ted and Walker as they approach, shotgun in hand.
Ted Bennett: What do we have here, Mr. Cordell?
Walker Cordell: I reckon' we have some Mexicans trying to come to our home in search of the American dream without payin' a dime for it!
Ted Bennett: I reckon that's about right.
Guide: Please sir. Don't hurt us! Just let us through! They have family here!
Ted Bennett: That don't fly here son. You best be turnin' back around before we drop you where ya stand!
Just then the Mexican family looks upon the border patrol agents with fear. The speak in Spanish, Walker training their gun on them, assuming the worst. They speak to their guide and he looks at Ted, in particular. He gives him a good look and than opens his eyes in amazement.
Guide: Your...you're Ted Bennett! We saw you on T.V. last week!
Ted Bennett: Yeah, what of it?
Guide: You are very famous man in Mexico! Everyone watches APW in Mexico and after last week you are the biggest, baddest bad guy known throughout all the land!
Walker Cordell: Well I'll be damned!
Just than, a little Mexican boy, one of the two kids, holds out a piece of paper he's been carrying with him. Slowly, he approaches Ted, Walker training his shotgun on him but it appears there is nothing to worry about.
Boy: Sign?!
Ted Bennett: What the hell?
Boy: Sign!?
Ted Bennett: What are you talkin' about?!
Guide: He wants your autograph. If you sign it, they'll be able to sell it a buy food for a month!
Ted Bennett: I ain't no ones meal ticket! Now get in the truck!
The boy is insistent that he sign the paper. He was just holding the paper in front of him with tears in his eyes. Ted looked down at the boy and sighed. He knew enough Spanish to get by. He had to learn if he was going to communicate with the enemy. So he took a pen and grabbed the piece of paper. He wrote something out on it and the boy looked excited until he got the paper back and the boy developed the fear of God on his face. He dropped the paper and the family immediately entered the bed of the truck. Walker just looked at Ted and wondered.
Walker Cordell: What the hell did you write?
Ted Bennett: I said to get their rears in the truck or I was going to blow their face off, sincerely, Ted Bennett.
So they rode off back to the station. A day's work completed. Protecting this country from the REAL danger to the United States of America. Ted Bennett would soon have to change his focus though. Shadow is waiting for him and he has to prove to the world that the BPA is no joke! Shadow may be a fellow Texan, but there is nothing that stands between Ted Bennett and his job!
. I could give a great amount of excuse like, I was confused on the deadline, work, school but none of you are interested in that. I do need to apologize to Shadow. I definitely thought I would have this up Wednesday night but my car battery died. Yay me, right? Oh wait...there are those excuses again...man...I whine a lot. It's been one of those weeks. So...um...yeah. Please count the roleplay? Thanks! 
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Drenched in thick, Texas accents; Ted Bennett and his partner, Walker Cordell are kicking up their feet in the office, monitoring the action (or lack there of) at the border while discussing Ted's upcoming debut wrestling match at APW later this week. Downing the beers as they go (domestic beer, of course), Walker take a few notes from Ted, the more experienced of the two. He admires Ted as an agent and as a leader. Walker is usually seen just following Ted's lead, even though Walker sounds, walks and talks like a certified badass; that's usually all he does. He's the sidekick. It's Ted who runs the show and despite his unusual methods of getting the job done, no one can deny his effectiveness on the field.
Ted's wrestling escapades has the whole department talking. They're happy to see someone taking up the mantle for the Border Patrol Agency. It's not everyday that the BPA is remembered in day to day life with all that's happening over seas. Many of them feel cheated by the lack of exposure to the danger right on the border! But the subject of Ted and Walker's conversation this week is less work oriented than usual.
Walker Cordell: So you're wrestling for APW?
Ted Bennett: Why yes'sir I am. It's time to get some respect the Border Control Agency has lost over the past few years.
Walker Cordell: I reckon you're taken Shadow to the cleaners, this week? He put Michael Lively on the ropes two weeks ago. I reckon' you'll be sittin' purty if you put an old fashion border beat downon 'em and when you do I'm sure you'll get your recognition you deserve.
Ted Bennett: I 'spose you're right. But remember, I'm not doin' this for me. In order to be successful, you gotta have a higher purpose. You know? A calling! And mine was to be a Border Patrol Agent!
Walker Cordell: I believe it. But what about when you're done wrasslin' and border patrollin'? I mean, you can't do this forever.
Ted Bennett: Like hell I can't. Even when they gimme my pension, I'll still be sittin' at the border with more fire power then I reckon' those liberals will let us have.
Walker Cordell: Damn libs, think they run the country. Shoot, I think we are wastin' our time, sometimes. Them dems really think us white people are full of nuthin' but hate for colored folk.
Ted Bennett: It's why they stack the system against us son. Affirmative action is just a ruse ta make the white people the minority in this country feel guilty about stuff over 150 years ago. I don't hate black people. Hell, my preacher is a black man! You should come with me to church tommora, Walker.
Walker Cordell: You know I got the good Lord on with me, Ted. I can't say the same about Shadow though. Did you see what he said about ya?
Ted Bennett: Yeah. He's just peeved that Biggs got up on him. He's distracted. Which works out just dandy for me. Because if he thinks he's dustin' up another rookie he's got three things coming: a whoopin, a beatin' and his shoulders planted on the mat.
Just then, the sirens turn on. The cameras have spotted a family coming from the south over the border. The men put their feet down from the counter top and look at each other and nod. They stand up and dust themselves off. Walker shoots a beer at the trash can and it duffs of the edge and in. Ted, on the other hand, strokes it right down the center.
Ted Bennett: I still got it, son!
Walker Cordell: Let's get them triathletes before they make the dash to El Paso.
Ted Bennett: I'm driving the truck.
Walker Cordell: Shotgun.
Ted Bennett: They're is no one else takin' a seat, Walker. How many times...
Walker Cordell: I meant I'm bring the shotgun. Let's go!
Revving up the engine, Ted floors it, burning rubber and creating a high pitched squeal synonymous with awesomeness. The dirt roads the desert provides puts a beating on any vehicle foolish enough to test its mettle. Fortunately, while the guns the BPA gets might not be top shelf, their American made trucks are ready to rumble!
They reach the spot ahead of their would be illegal aliens and stop them dead in their tracks. It's a family of four, with a guide. A Man and a woman with two kids. They look fearfully at Ted and Walker as they approach, shotgun in hand.
Ted Bennett: What do we have here, Mr. Cordell?
Walker Cordell: I reckon' we have some Mexicans trying to come to our home in search of the American dream without payin' a dime for it!
Ted Bennett: I reckon that's about right.
Guide: Please sir. Don't hurt us! Just let us through! They have family here!
Ted Bennett: That don't fly here son. You best be turnin' back around before we drop you where ya stand!
Just then the Mexican family looks upon the border patrol agents with fear. The speak in Spanish, Walker training their gun on them, assuming the worst. They speak to their guide and he looks at Ted, in particular. He gives him a good look and than opens his eyes in amazement.
Guide: Your...you're Ted Bennett! We saw you on T.V. last week!
Ted Bennett: Yeah, what of it?
Guide: You are very famous man in Mexico! Everyone watches APW in Mexico and after last week you are the biggest, baddest bad guy known throughout all the land!
Walker Cordell: Well I'll be damned!
Just than, a little Mexican boy, one of the two kids, holds out a piece of paper he's been carrying with him. Slowly, he approaches Ted, Walker training his shotgun on him but it appears there is nothing to worry about.
Boy: Sign?!
Ted Bennett: What the hell?
Boy: Sign!?
Ted Bennett: What are you talkin' about?!
Guide: He wants your autograph. If you sign it, they'll be able to sell it a buy food for a month!
Ted Bennett: I ain't no ones meal ticket! Now get in the truck!
The boy is insistent that he sign the paper. He was just holding the paper in front of him with tears in his eyes. Ted looked down at the boy and sighed. He knew enough Spanish to get by. He had to learn if he was going to communicate with the enemy. So he took a pen and grabbed the piece of paper. He wrote something out on it and the boy looked excited until he got the paper back and the boy developed the fear of God on his face. He dropped the paper and the family immediately entered the bed of the truck. Walker just looked at Ted and wondered.
Walker Cordell: What the hell did you write?
Ted Bennett: I said to get their rears in the truck or I was going to blow their face off, sincerely, Ted Bennett.
So they rode off back to the station. A day's work completed. Protecting this country from the REAL danger to the United States of America. Ted Bennett would soon have to change his focus though. Shadow is waiting for him and he has to prove to the world that the BPA is no joke! Shadow may be a fellow Texan, but there is nothing that stands between Ted Bennett and his job!
