Post by samfinn on Feb 2, 2007 20:53:27 GMT -5
(Sam Finn is curled on his couch, partially covered with a thick blanket, wearing boxer shorts and a white Pink Floyd T-shirt. He stirs, coming slowly awake)
STORM: ... Where the hell am I?
(He looks around.)
STORM: Hmm ...
(He scratches his stubble, and reaches over for a half-empty beer. He shakes it, sniffs it, decides it's not bad, and swigs it down)
(The Phone rings)
STORM: Hello? Yes, this is Sam Finn. No, sorry. I don't do that kind of thing anymore. I'm in NAPW now. Yeah. Bye.
(he sets the phone down, and pulls on a pair of dirty jeans and a black leather jacket)
STORM: Time to go and make a living.
(He walks out the door, slams and locks it, and jumps on his motorcycle. A moment later, he is speeding away to his destination)
STORM: ... Where the hell am I?
(He looks around.)
STORM: Hmm ...
(He scratches his stubble, and reaches over for a half-empty beer. He shakes it, sniffs it, decides it's not bad, and swigs it down)
(The Phone rings)
STORM: Hello? Yes, this is Sam Finn. No, sorry. I don't do that kind of thing anymore. I'm in NAPW now. Yeah. Bye.
(he sets the phone down, and pulls on a pair of dirty jeans and a black leather jacket)
STORM: Time to go and make a living.
(He walks out the door, slams and locks it, and jumps on his motorcycle. A moment later, he is speeding away to his destination)