Post by Ravager on Feb 2, 2006 21:06:28 GMT -5
OOC Note: The following promo takes place before the events of He's Here, written October 26, 2005.
Oct. 25, 2005. Ravager is looking over his new apartment. The landlady is giving him a tour.
Landlady: So, there you have it. The view isn't much, I admit, but you have the pool downstairs, shopping is close, and Whyte Avenue has quite the nightlife.
Ravager: It's fine. I trust my cheque cleared?
Landlady: It did. You're paid for the year.
Ravager: Good. Now, are there any noise bylaws? I tend to come and go at strange hours.
Landlady: Just try not to disturb your neighbors. So. What do you do for a living?
Ravager: I just signed a contract with a new wrestling promotion.
Landlady: Oh, the NAPW?
PAUSE
Ravager: Yes... If you don't mind me asking...
Landlady: Oh, I'm not a fan of that sort of thing. It's just that I know the caretaker of the building across the way. Apparently one of the tenants there just signed a contract as well.
Ravager: Interesting. Do you know the man's name?
Landlady: It starts with a "D"... oh, I wasn't paying that much attention. I was more interested in finding out who tipped over the dumpster last night.
Ravager: I understand. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to start getting settled in...
Landlady: Oh of course. If you need anything, just call.
Ravager: Thank you.
Landlady exits. Ravager closes the door behind her. He pulls out a sheet of paper from his pocket.
Ravager: (going over names) Plague, Viking... Dragon? ... No, he's from Iceland... Need to update the list I guess.
Cell phone rings. Ravager answers.
Ravager: Make it quick. .... what kind of job?....
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Oct.26 2005. Ravager is sitting in his car. He has a pair of binoculars, and is looking at a restaurant. Framed in the front window we see a young couple having dinner. He is talking on his cell phone.
Ravager: I see him. So, who does this guy owe money to? .... Never heard of her.... Come on, just tell me! I don't have time to... Fine.
Ravager opens up an envelope. He pulls out a picture.
Ravager: Yeah. His wife is really pretty. (looks back through his binoculars) Not as pretty as the woman he's with of course. How much debt did he leave her with? ... If she's not in debt why am I here?... (sighs) Fine...
Pulls another picture out of the envelope. Ravager is taken aback for a second.
Ravager: Cute kids. What are you getting at? .... If you finally found his exact location, tell me!... Yes, I got the money you wired, but... fine...
Ravager gets out of his car. Cut to...
... a pleasant restaurant, where a happy young couple is enjoying a meal. In walks The Ravager, who makes a beeline for the table. Without acknowledging anyone, he grabs the young male and slams him through the table. The rest of the restaurant looks on in shock, but nobody has the stones to challenge.
Ravager: Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I was paid to give this man a message. It seems he doesn't like to pay his debts. Maybe now he'll be more responsible.
Ravager exits. Cut back to inside his car.
Ravager: It's done. Now tell me... Okay. Let me write this down... All right. Don't call me again for a while.
Ravager shuts off his cell phone. He drives off. The camera pans to the paper he wrote on. The words "Alberta Hospital - Ponoka, Alberta. Fourth Floor." are scrawled on it.
Fade to Black.
To Be Continued.
Oct. 25, 2005. Ravager is looking over his new apartment. The landlady is giving him a tour.
Landlady: So, there you have it. The view isn't much, I admit, but you have the pool downstairs, shopping is close, and Whyte Avenue has quite the nightlife.
Ravager: It's fine. I trust my cheque cleared?
Landlady: It did. You're paid for the year.
Ravager: Good. Now, are there any noise bylaws? I tend to come and go at strange hours.
Landlady: Just try not to disturb your neighbors. So. What do you do for a living?
Ravager: I just signed a contract with a new wrestling promotion.
Landlady: Oh, the NAPW?
PAUSE
Ravager: Yes... If you don't mind me asking...
Landlady: Oh, I'm not a fan of that sort of thing. It's just that I know the caretaker of the building across the way. Apparently one of the tenants there just signed a contract as well.
Ravager: Interesting. Do you know the man's name?
Landlady: It starts with a "D"... oh, I wasn't paying that much attention. I was more interested in finding out who tipped over the dumpster last night.
Ravager: I understand. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to start getting settled in...
Landlady: Oh of course. If you need anything, just call.
Ravager: Thank you.
Landlady exits. Ravager closes the door behind her. He pulls out a sheet of paper from his pocket.
Ravager: (going over names) Plague, Viking... Dragon? ... No, he's from Iceland... Need to update the list I guess.
Cell phone rings. Ravager answers.
Ravager: Make it quick. .... what kind of job?....
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Oct.26 2005. Ravager is sitting in his car. He has a pair of binoculars, and is looking at a restaurant. Framed in the front window we see a young couple having dinner. He is talking on his cell phone.
Ravager: I see him. So, who does this guy owe money to? .... Never heard of her.... Come on, just tell me! I don't have time to... Fine.
Ravager opens up an envelope. He pulls out a picture.
Ravager: Yeah. His wife is really pretty. (looks back through his binoculars) Not as pretty as the woman he's with of course. How much debt did he leave her with? ... If she's not in debt why am I here?... (sighs) Fine...
Pulls another picture out of the envelope. Ravager is taken aback for a second.
Ravager: Cute kids. What are you getting at? .... If you finally found his exact location, tell me!... Yes, I got the money you wired, but... fine...
Ravager gets out of his car. Cut to...
... a pleasant restaurant, where a happy young couple is enjoying a meal. In walks The Ravager, who makes a beeline for the table. Without acknowledging anyone, he grabs the young male and slams him through the table. The rest of the restaurant looks on in shock, but nobody has the stones to challenge.
Ravager: Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I was paid to give this man a message. It seems he doesn't like to pay his debts. Maybe now he'll be more responsible.
Ravager exits. Cut back to inside his car.
Ravager: It's done. Now tell me... Okay. Let me write this down... All right. Don't call me again for a while.
Ravager shuts off his cell phone. He drives off. The camera pans to the paper he wrote on. The words "Alberta Hospital - Ponoka, Alberta. Fourth Floor." are scrawled on it.
Fade to Black.
To Be Continued.