Post by Ravager on Jan 19, 2006 15:37:36 GMT -5
Ravager. Waiting for his movie to start. He is on his cell phone.
Well, I told you to keep a low profile. You had to know Roberts would find out where you work. I'm surprised you even need a day job anyways.... Yes, he's taken care of for now. But once he dries off... just tell your manager that he's a potential shoplifter or something. Put his picture at the service desk, and tell the other girls to call security if they see him. ... Well I can't be everywhere at once. And frankly, your musical is only going to agitate them more.... I didn't say stop. That's funny stuff. Just be prepared for him to escalate with his tactics. ... Well, if I have to, I will. Movie's starting. I'll talk to you later.... Hostel.... yeah.... what do you mean? It's supposed to be 90 minutes of torture and mayhem. How can it not put me in the mood for my match? You worry too much. See ya.
Ravager ends his call. The Theatre darkens. The show starts. A cell phone rings a few rows behind him. The owner answers and starts chatting away.
(sighs) Can't ever catch a break.
Ravager leaves his seat, goes up a few rows. The camera remains focused on Ravager's chair, but we can hear him talk.
Ravager: Excuse me...
Cell Phone Guy: Do you mind I'm on the phone...
We hear a loud crack (probably the cell phone being smashed. Cell Phone Guy briefly enters the camera frame as he is tossed down the steps. Ravager follows after. We hear the doors open, a loud thud, doors close. Ravager returns to his seat to great applause.
Now that's quality entertainment.
Ravager sips his water as we fade to black.
Well, I told you to keep a low profile. You had to know Roberts would find out where you work. I'm surprised you even need a day job anyways.... Yes, he's taken care of for now. But once he dries off... just tell your manager that he's a potential shoplifter or something. Put his picture at the service desk, and tell the other girls to call security if they see him. ... Well I can't be everywhere at once. And frankly, your musical is only going to agitate them more.... I didn't say stop. That's funny stuff. Just be prepared for him to escalate with his tactics. ... Well, if I have to, I will. Movie's starting. I'll talk to you later.... Hostel.... yeah.... what do you mean? It's supposed to be 90 minutes of torture and mayhem. How can it not put me in the mood for my match? You worry too much. See ya.
Ravager ends his call. The Theatre darkens. The show starts. A cell phone rings a few rows behind him. The owner answers and starts chatting away.
(sighs) Can't ever catch a break.
Ravager leaves his seat, goes up a few rows. The camera remains focused on Ravager's chair, but we can hear him talk.
Ravager: Excuse me...
Cell Phone Guy: Do you mind I'm on the phone...
We hear a loud crack (probably the cell phone being smashed. Cell Phone Guy briefly enters the camera frame as he is tossed down the steps. Ravager follows after. We hear the doors open, a loud thud, doors close. Ravager returns to his seat to great applause.
Now that's quality entertainment.
Ravager sips his water as we fade to black.