Post by Deamon Cohln on Jul 11, 2006 13:15:29 GMT -5
*Deamon is walking through the hotel lobby. His Trifecta trechcoat swaying at his feet. He walks up to the desk and up to the clerk who seems to be on duty. He stands there, Red Wings cap covering his eyes. She doesn’t notice. She seems to be asleep.*
Deamon: Maam?
*The clerk is starled she jumps up and takes a step back to gain her balance She flutters her eyes to regain focus and sees Deamon standing in front of the desk. She leans on the counter and looks at him.*
Clerk: Can I help you sir?
Deamon: I need the nearest location of a sporting good store? You know where one is?
Clerk: Yes, right next door there is a Dicks, there is a Play it Again down the road and Tom’s Sports is a few blocks down. Can I help with anything else.
Deamon: Nah, I’m done, you can go back to sleep.
Clerk: I wasn’t…
Deamon: Yes you were. I don’t care. You can sleep here and I don’t come out of my pay check. Night.
*Deamon walks across the tile of the main lobby and out the automatic door. The two panel slide as if they knew who was walking through them. He walks out the door and looks around at the night sky. The starts a gleaming and it seems to be a clear night. He sees the Dick’s Sporting Good’s next door and head over to it. He doesn’t need to walk all that way for what he needs.*
Deamon: Tape. I need tape. I need tape to put you back together after I rip you apart Bard. I need tape to keep my sanity together so I don’t kill you Bard. You can sit with your teen butt buddy and ridicule me all you want, but that won’t matter when your looking right into my eyes, seeing the anger and the total loss of inhibition. Bard, you keep harping on how you are bigger and about something in Mexico. Well, that was Mexico, up here, I am more of a threat then any big guy will ever be. I’m going to walk out with that title in my hands Bard, and you won’t just be wearing a crimson mask. You’ll be wearing a crimson bodysuit.
*Deamon walks through another set of sliding doors. The open for him and allow him to walk through into the area of high lighting. Deamon walks past the poorly placed registers at the front to the back where a wall of hockey supplies are. He searches through a box of tape for that right color.*
Deamon: Blue, green, orange, white. None of these will work. I need red. Red like the color I see, Red like the color you’ll be seeing as the product of my insanity trickles down your face with me laughing with joy. Bard, you truly do not know what you have gotten yourself into. I’m sorry you don’t realize it, because that could have saved your health. Too bad too. You could have done great thing…
*He finds a block of red tape and heads back to the registers. He pulls out his wallet and pays the clerk for them and heads back to the hotel. He sees the two EMT’s the picked up coffee pot man in front of Dunkin’ Donuts. He laughs to himself and heads back into the hotel lobby where the clerk is still sleeping.*
Deamon: I guess I will see you soon Bard. And soon is not good for you because I will leave you there, and I will leave with that title. And that’s the goddamn truth.
*Deamon heads into the elevator. A man is standing in there with a suitcase. Deamon turns his head and smiles at him. The man reaches frantically for the floor button as the door shuts and the scene ends.*
Deamon: Maam?
*The clerk is starled she jumps up and takes a step back to gain her balance She flutters her eyes to regain focus and sees Deamon standing in front of the desk. She leans on the counter and looks at him.*
Clerk: Can I help you sir?
Deamon: I need the nearest location of a sporting good store? You know where one is?
Clerk: Yes, right next door there is a Dicks, there is a Play it Again down the road and Tom’s Sports is a few blocks down. Can I help with anything else.
Deamon: Nah, I’m done, you can go back to sleep.
Clerk: I wasn’t…
Deamon: Yes you were. I don’t care. You can sleep here and I don’t come out of my pay check. Night.
*Deamon walks across the tile of the main lobby and out the automatic door. The two panel slide as if they knew who was walking through them. He walks out the door and looks around at the night sky. The starts a gleaming and it seems to be a clear night. He sees the Dick’s Sporting Good’s next door and head over to it. He doesn’t need to walk all that way for what he needs.*
Deamon: Tape. I need tape. I need tape to put you back together after I rip you apart Bard. I need tape to keep my sanity together so I don’t kill you Bard. You can sit with your teen butt buddy and ridicule me all you want, but that won’t matter when your looking right into my eyes, seeing the anger and the total loss of inhibition. Bard, you keep harping on how you are bigger and about something in Mexico. Well, that was Mexico, up here, I am more of a threat then any big guy will ever be. I’m going to walk out with that title in my hands Bard, and you won’t just be wearing a crimson mask. You’ll be wearing a crimson bodysuit.
*Deamon walks through another set of sliding doors. The open for him and allow him to walk through into the area of high lighting. Deamon walks past the poorly placed registers at the front to the back where a wall of hockey supplies are. He searches through a box of tape for that right color.*
Deamon: Blue, green, orange, white. None of these will work. I need red. Red like the color I see, Red like the color you’ll be seeing as the product of my insanity trickles down your face with me laughing with joy. Bard, you truly do not know what you have gotten yourself into. I’m sorry you don’t realize it, because that could have saved your health. Too bad too. You could have done great thing…
*He finds a block of red tape and heads back to the registers. He pulls out his wallet and pays the clerk for them and heads back to the hotel. He sees the two EMT’s the picked up coffee pot man in front of Dunkin’ Donuts. He laughs to himself and heads back into the hotel lobby where the clerk is still sleeping.*
Deamon: I guess I will see you soon Bard. And soon is not good for you because I will leave you there, and I will leave with that title. And that’s the goddamn truth.
*Deamon heads into the elevator. A man is standing in there with a suitcase. Deamon turns his head and smiles at him. The man reaches frantically for the floor button as the door shuts and the scene ends.*