Post by logan on Sept 6, 2006 19:05:28 GMT -5
This was a joint RP, done by Logan, and Jack of Blades.
The scene opens up inside a shopping mall, with your personal favorite, Logan. A camera crew follows behind Logan, as he explores through the mall passing several stores looking around. The crowd doesn't really pay much attention to him, only a few Logan fans here, and there stopping to cheer, or stare at him. Logan turns his attention to the camera, and continues walking.
Logan: I'm here looking for Blondie B, that's right boudles.. Blondie B. Oh, you thought she wasn't around anymore? You thought she didn't want to rub the feet of treachery anymore? Ha, thought wrong! She said she would be here, and well.. I just felt like hanging out. I've really got nothing better to do, so thought I'd just make something out of this. I'll admit, I've never really been a big fan of the mall. It use to be, that everything was so expensive.. hm I don't really have that problem now, but still. Not only that, but it's just always packed. People are always standing all over the place, little groupies, misfits, and boudles just surround this place. It's hard not to spend any money at the mall, this place always has a way of drawing your hand into your pocket. But yeah, like I said.. I'm here only to pick up Blondie B, maybe we'll go see a movie or something. It's not like I need to train or anything, look who I'm facing this week.
Logan lets off a small chuckle, before spotting his eyes on what he came here to find.
Logan: Blondie!
Blondie B, and Logan make eye contact. Blondie B rushes out of the store, and greets Logan with a smile.
Blondie B: Hey Logan, I'm glad you showed up.
Logan: It's no problem, boudle.
Blondie B: So, preparing for your big match this week?
Logan: Big match? HA! That Satan freak, and Terry Cross should be no problem.
Logan's eyes wandering over the mall, but something catches his eye.
Logan: Jack?
Logan, and Blondie B look up at the upper level, and spot Jack of Blades with a camera crew also behind him. (Logan's cameras move closer to Jack's entourage closing in to the scene. Jack, completely ignorant to his leader's presence, has his back turned and the collection of cameras one time following Logan can only make out the usual black trenchcoat as he leans over a nearby counter. Although, his frontal features cannot be seen from Logan's camera's perspective, the angry ranting of the 'Bastard Clown' confirms just who this is. Logan's cameras and The Face of Treachery both continue moving closer to Jack's disruptive tirade.)
(Pronouncing his accent more than usual) Jack of Blades: Listen, I'm getting a bloody refund. The shampoo says it would make me feel like a 'new woman' and I don't feel like a bloody new woman at all.
Store Assistant: Sir, like I have said, I'd be willing to give you a full refund, if the bottle was not empty. Sir, please, if you could, once again, move away from the...
Jack of Blades: I'll move away from this counter once I am given reparations akin to the financial loss I suffered in purchasing such a product...
Store Assistant: $3.75?
Jack of Blades: I wish to see your attendant, skank retailer of inferior products.
(The Store Assistant lets out an uncultivated and brutish hollering of the name 'Janine!')[/color]
Jack of Blades: If that's some kind of code for disruptive shampoo customer, I will not be amused. And trust me, it takes a lot for me not to be amused.
(Throughout this, the cameras of Logan's have been moving closer to Blades, despite him remaining unaware, it is now at the point, where they are standing a few feet away from him. They continue moving as the camera depicts a friendly hand resting on the back of the irate Jack of Blades.)[/color]
Logan: I didn't expect to see you here.
Logan slips his hand away from Jack's back.
Logan: So, what brings you here?
(Jack and Logan are now in full sight of the camera, with the Store Assistant behind them watching on from the safety of her cash register.)[/color]
Jack of Blades: Trying to get blood from a shampoo bottle. False advertising, and this harlot--
Store Assistant: Sir, could you please refrain from the cruel names, I'm just trying to do my job--
Jack of Blades: Well, I'm sure your job includes giving me my 'bloody refund!' Do I look like a new bloody woman to you? Do I?
Store Assistant: Do you want me to say you look like a new woman, sir?
Jack of Blades: No, I want my shampoo to make me feel like a new woman as it says on the advert, you incompetent bint. Blondie, you seem to epitomize an efficient employee, what would you say of her customer standards?
Blondie B looks up.
Blondie B: Hm, what?
Logan turns to Blondie.
Logan: The shampoo! It's ridiculous.
Blondie B: Oh, right.
Blondie B stares off somewhere, unaware of the conversation between Jack, and the store assistant. Her attention somewhere else.
Blondie B: Yes, that's just uncalled for.
Logan: Eh.
Logan snaps his fingers in front of Blondie B's face.
Logan: Sorry Jack, she's been acting like this lately. The shampoo though..
Logan turns to face the store assistant.
Logan: False advertisement hm? I mean really, what are you..a boudle? You think you can get away with this!
Store Assistant: It's ONLY 3.75!
Logan: So what? Just because we're both superstars of WCF, you think we must be rich hm?
Store Assistant: Well, du--
Logan: SHUT UP! You told my good friend Jack, that he would feel like a new woman. He wasn't pleased with the results, and now you won't give him back his hard earned money.
Logan taps Blondie B on the shoulder, and winks at her. She nods.
Logan: Look at me boudle, I'm talking to you.
Logan points two fingers to his eyes.
Store Assistant: The bottle was emp--
Logan: SHUT UP! Boudle! I'm talking right now, don't interrupt me. Jack is an unsatisfied customer. Something should be done about this, right now.
In the background, Blondie B reaches her hands inside the unguarded cash register, and waves a five dollar bill in the background while smiling over at Jack of Blades. Logan keeps rambling on to the store assistant, keeping her distracted.
Jack of Blades: So, Blondie, do you like Oprah Winfrey at all?
(Logan continues ranting at the poor shop assistant raising his voice with his usual series of 'Shut up, shut up, shut up!' This causes the shop assistant to scream in frustration. This stops Logan's heated insults as he waits for any further reaction. The store assistant quickly removes some money from her own pocket and begrudgingly hands it over to Jack.)[/color]
(Satisfied) Jack of Blades: Do you know that this amount of money could support a child for one week in certain developing countries?
Blondie B: So what are you going to do with it?
Jack of Blades: Buy a pack of cigarettes and hand it out to the children milling around J.C. Penny's.
Blondie B: Oh..
Logan smiles at the store assistant.
Logan: Good job boudle.
Logan looks over to Jack.
Logan: I'm glad that boudle gave you a refund, but I'm off Jack. I've got to get out of this mall, it's driving me nuts.
Logan, and Jack of Blades shake hands. Logan, and Blondie B part ways with Jack leaving him to muse something.
Jack of Blades: Now, gotta get Jesper from Pottery Barn...
The scene opens up inside a shopping mall, with your personal favorite, Logan. A camera crew follows behind Logan, as he explores through the mall passing several stores looking around. The crowd doesn't really pay much attention to him, only a few Logan fans here, and there stopping to cheer, or stare at him. Logan turns his attention to the camera, and continues walking.
Logan: I'm here looking for Blondie B, that's right boudles.. Blondie B. Oh, you thought she wasn't around anymore? You thought she didn't want to rub the feet of treachery anymore? Ha, thought wrong! She said she would be here, and well.. I just felt like hanging out. I've really got nothing better to do, so thought I'd just make something out of this. I'll admit, I've never really been a big fan of the mall. It use to be, that everything was so expensive.. hm I don't really have that problem now, but still. Not only that, but it's just always packed. People are always standing all over the place, little groupies, misfits, and boudles just surround this place. It's hard not to spend any money at the mall, this place always has a way of drawing your hand into your pocket. But yeah, like I said.. I'm here only to pick up Blondie B, maybe we'll go see a movie or something. It's not like I need to train or anything, look who I'm facing this week.
Logan lets off a small chuckle, before spotting his eyes on what he came here to find.
Logan: Blondie!
Blondie B, and Logan make eye contact. Blondie B rushes out of the store, and greets Logan with a smile.
Blondie B: Hey Logan, I'm glad you showed up.
Logan: It's no problem, boudle.
Blondie B: So, preparing for your big match this week?
Logan: Big match? HA! That Satan freak, and Terry Cross should be no problem.
Logan's eyes wandering over the mall, but something catches his eye.
Logan: Jack?
Logan, and Blondie B look up at the upper level, and spot Jack of Blades with a camera crew also behind him. (Logan's cameras move closer to Jack's entourage closing in to the scene. Jack, completely ignorant to his leader's presence, has his back turned and the collection of cameras one time following Logan can only make out the usual black trenchcoat as he leans over a nearby counter. Although, his frontal features cannot be seen from Logan's camera's perspective, the angry ranting of the 'Bastard Clown' confirms just who this is. Logan's cameras and The Face of Treachery both continue moving closer to Jack's disruptive tirade.)
(Pronouncing his accent more than usual) Jack of Blades: Listen, I'm getting a bloody refund. The shampoo says it would make me feel like a 'new woman' and I don't feel like a bloody new woman at all.
Store Assistant: Sir, like I have said, I'd be willing to give you a full refund, if the bottle was not empty. Sir, please, if you could, once again, move away from the...
Jack of Blades: I'll move away from this counter once I am given reparations akin to the financial loss I suffered in purchasing such a product...
Store Assistant: $3.75?
Jack of Blades: I wish to see your attendant, skank retailer of inferior products.
(The Store Assistant lets out an uncultivated and brutish hollering of the name 'Janine!')[/color]
Jack of Blades: If that's some kind of code for disruptive shampoo customer, I will not be amused. And trust me, it takes a lot for me not to be amused.
(Throughout this, the cameras of Logan's have been moving closer to Blades, despite him remaining unaware, it is now at the point, where they are standing a few feet away from him. They continue moving as the camera depicts a friendly hand resting on the back of the irate Jack of Blades.)[/color]
Logan: I didn't expect to see you here.
Logan slips his hand away from Jack's back.
Logan: So, what brings you here?
(Jack and Logan are now in full sight of the camera, with the Store Assistant behind them watching on from the safety of her cash register.)[/color]
Jack of Blades: Trying to get blood from a shampoo bottle. False advertising, and this harlot--
Store Assistant: Sir, could you please refrain from the cruel names, I'm just trying to do my job--
Jack of Blades: Well, I'm sure your job includes giving me my 'bloody refund!' Do I look like a new bloody woman to you? Do I?
Store Assistant: Do you want me to say you look like a new woman, sir?
Jack of Blades: No, I want my shampoo to make me feel like a new woman as it says on the advert, you incompetent bint. Blondie, you seem to epitomize an efficient employee, what would you say of her customer standards?
Blondie B looks up.
Blondie B: Hm, what?
Logan turns to Blondie.
Logan: The shampoo! It's ridiculous.
Blondie B: Oh, right.
Blondie B stares off somewhere, unaware of the conversation between Jack, and the store assistant. Her attention somewhere else.
Blondie B: Yes, that's just uncalled for.
Logan: Eh.
Logan snaps his fingers in front of Blondie B's face.
Logan: Sorry Jack, she's been acting like this lately. The shampoo though..
Logan turns to face the store assistant.
Logan: False advertisement hm? I mean really, what are you..a boudle? You think you can get away with this!
Store Assistant: It's ONLY 3.75!
Logan: So what? Just because we're both superstars of WCF, you think we must be rich hm?
Store Assistant: Well, du--
Logan: SHUT UP! You told my good friend Jack, that he would feel like a new woman. He wasn't pleased with the results, and now you won't give him back his hard earned money.
Logan taps Blondie B on the shoulder, and winks at her. She nods.
Logan: Look at me boudle, I'm talking to you.
Logan points two fingers to his eyes.
Store Assistant: The bottle was emp--
Logan: SHUT UP! Boudle! I'm talking right now, don't interrupt me. Jack is an unsatisfied customer. Something should be done about this, right now.
In the background, Blondie B reaches her hands inside the unguarded cash register, and waves a five dollar bill in the background while smiling over at Jack of Blades. Logan keeps rambling on to the store assistant, keeping her distracted.
Jack of Blades: So, Blondie, do you like Oprah Winfrey at all?
(Logan continues ranting at the poor shop assistant raising his voice with his usual series of 'Shut up, shut up, shut up!' This causes the shop assistant to scream in frustration. This stops Logan's heated insults as he waits for any further reaction. The store assistant quickly removes some money from her own pocket and begrudgingly hands it over to Jack.)[/color]
(Satisfied) Jack of Blades: Do you know that this amount of money could support a child for one week in certain developing countries?
Blondie B: So what are you going to do with it?
Jack of Blades: Buy a pack of cigarettes and hand it out to the children milling around J.C. Penny's.
Blondie B: Oh..
Logan smiles at the store assistant.
Logan: Good job boudle.
Logan looks over to Jack.
Logan: I'm glad that boudle gave you a refund, but I'm off Jack. I've got to get out of this mall, it's driving me nuts.
Logan, and Jack of Blades shake hands. Logan, and Blondie B part ways with Jack leaving him to muse something.
Jack of Blades: Now, gotta get Jesper from Pottery Barn...
