Post by rogue on Jul 17, 2007 19:01:28 GMT -5
Parking Lot - GHW Arena
Monday 16th July 2007 - 12:33 AM
It's late - Sunday Night Surge is over and Rogue is the last to leave the locker room. A creek followed by a heavy clunk is heard as Rogue exits the arena and enters into the gloomy, floodlit parking lot. As usual, the Misfit has no ride. He pulls out a cell phone and dials a cab.
Rogue:...hey. Can you send a cab down the GHW building? Just in the parking lot... great. Thanks.
Rogue hangs up the cell, and leans against a cement wall. He slides down the wall until he is sitting on the concrete floor, letting out a heavy sigh that echos through the parking lot. His face is without humour or any particular happiness to speak of as he tilts his head down, until he hears an unreasonable amount of giggling. This can only mean one thing - it's a ring rat.
Woman: Oh my god, are you Rogue?!
The ring rat in question is rather attractive all the same, but Rogue still sits perfectly motionless, even scoffing cynically. Not looking up, he answers.
Rogue:...Go away.
She seems unimpressed. She shakes her head stubbornly and enquires further.
Woman: Why are you so dark? What's wrong, you work for GHW, you get girls wherever you go!
Rogue maintains his motionlessness, still looking down onto the concrete floor.
Rogue: I work here out of necessity, you're a f*cking rat, get lost.
Woman: GOD, you're such an asshole!
Suddenly, Rogue gets to his feet and confronts the woman.
Rogue: Ever wondered why I'm an asshole? Huh?
The woman pauses, still seemingly confident in her convictions, but unable to give a response.
Rogue: Exactly! You don't even know who I am!
The woman doesn't back up, as she moves her head closer to Rogue's.
Woman: Oh? Who are you then?
Rogue smirks a smirk full of both confidence and melancholy. Rogue moves his head closer to hers, and it seems as though their lips are about to meet, when Rogue moves his head past the woman's lips until his lips are almost touching her ear. He whispers tenderly-
Rogue: I'm a misfit.
Rogue backs off, dark grin still on his face, then he turns around and gets into his cab without turning back. The woman stands motionless as the cab drives into the night.
Woman: You're... a misfit.
Scene fades to black.
Monday 16th July 2007 - 12:33 AM
It's late - Sunday Night Surge is over and Rogue is the last to leave the locker room. A creek followed by a heavy clunk is heard as Rogue exits the arena and enters into the gloomy, floodlit parking lot. As usual, the Misfit has no ride. He pulls out a cell phone and dials a cab.
Rogue:...hey. Can you send a cab down the GHW building? Just in the parking lot... great. Thanks.
Rogue hangs up the cell, and leans against a cement wall. He slides down the wall until he is sitting on the concrete floor, letting out a heavy sigh that echos through the parking lot. His face is without humour or any particular happiness to speak of as he tilts his head down, until he hears an unreasonable amount of giggling. This can only mean one thing - it's a ring rat.
Woman: Oh my god, are you Rogue?!
The ring rat in question is rather attractive all the same, but Rogue still sits perfectly motionless, even scoffing cynically. Not looking up, he answers.
Rogue:...Go away.
She seems unimpressed. She shakes her head stubbornly and enquires further.
Woman: Why are you so dark? What's wrong, you work for GHW, you get girls wherever you go!
Rogue maintains his motionlessness, still looking down onto the concrete floor.
Rogue: I work here out of necessity, you're a f*cking rat, get lost.
Woman: GOD, you're such an asshole!
Suddenly, Rogue gets to his feet and confronts the woman.
Rogue: Ever wondered why I'm an asshole? Huh?
The woman pauses, still seemingly confident in her convictions, but unable to give a response.
Rogue: Exactly! You don't even know who I am!
The woman doesn't back up, as she moves her head closer to Rogue's.
Woman: Oh? Who are you then?
Rogue smirks a smirk full of both confidence and melancholy. Rogue moves his head closer to hers, and it seems as though their lips are about to meet, when Rogue moves his head past the woman's lips until his lips are almost touching her ear. He whispers tenderly-
Rogue: I'm a misfit.
Rogue backs off, dark grin still on his face, then he turns around and gets into his cab without turning back. The woman stands motionless as the cab drives into the night.
Woman: You're... a misfit.
Scene fades to black.