Post by Twister on May 11, 2008 23:31:27 GMT -4
Hope ya dont mind trev... but you inspired me... damn this was a long time ago.
~*~ Off Camera! ~*~
Trevor is gathering his stuff out of a dank dusty old room in the IWC arena when a shadow stirs in the corner. Trevor grabs his singapore cane and braces himself as nothing but a chuckle emerges from the corner. A gleam of light twinkles off a glass bottle the man is holding. Trevor seems to ease off slightly... well as eased as a blackwell ever gets.
You never changed a bit...
The hell do you know.
Trev... we go way back... I know you... maybe even better than you know yourself.
Something seems to set Blackwell off as he swings the cane in the direction of the man, but the cane snags and gets ripped from Blackwells hands then drops to the floor. Blackwell looks knowingly at the figure and eases off again...
Trevor... Your focus had best not be on me... You got a Lambardo to deal with... and lets face it your record against them aint great. Get your head in the game son or before you know it...
Trevor seems to snap and lunges at the figure but hits nothing but air and with that the man is gone from the room before Trevor can find himself.
Before you know it you'll be just another gust in the wind...
The fuck did you go??? Hello? Fucking hell.
Trevor looks down and sees a bottle of JD sitting on the floor where the man was. He rolls his eyes and turns to leave then pauses... Turns back... grabs the JD... swigs a gulp and walks out of the room.
~*~ Off Camera! ~*~
Trevor is gathering his stuff out of a dank dusty old room in the IWC arena when a shadow stirs in the corner. Trevor grabs his singapore cane and braces himself as nothing but a chuckle emerges from the corner. A gleam of light twinkles off a glass bottle the man is holding. Trevor seems to ease off slightly... well as eased as a blackwell ever gets.
You never changed a bit...
The hell do you know.
Trev... we go way back... I know you... maybe even better than you know yourself.
Something seems to set Blackwell off as he swings the cane in the direction of the man, but the cane snags and gets ripped from Blackwells hands then drops to the floor. Blackwell looks knowingly at the figure and eases off again...
Trevor... Your focus had best not be on me... You got a Lambardo to deal with... and lets face it your record against them aint great. Get your head in the game son or before you know it...
Trevor seems to snap and lunges at the figure but hits nothing but air and with that the man is gone from the room before Trevor can find himself.
Before you know it you'll be just another gust in the wind...
The fuck did you go??? Hello? Fucking hell.
Trevor looks down and sees a bottle of JD sitting on the floor where the man was. He rolls his eyes and turns to leave then pauses... Turns back... grabs the JD... swigs a gulp and walks out of the room.
