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Post by remington on Sept 11, 2011 23:02:55 GMT -5
Alex began to walk the hallways for the first time as an official EHWF superstar. He was getting a lay of the land, noticing the posters hanging from the wall of various EHWF 'legends', having a good chuckle to himself as he found his way to his locker room.
Opening the door, he allowed himself inside as he had a seat on his sofa, beginning to lay down and take a nap. But it was just a moment later where he heard a loud knock at the door.
"Son of a...this better be good."
TBC: Anybody with a pulse
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Post by scrambles on Sept 12, 2011 22:53:13 GMT -5
His knocks knocks definitely weren't those of a friendly nature, or at least a patient one as he slammed his fist down onto the door once again, knocking hard enough to cause the sound to fill the empty hall way. He only waited for a few moments, before he brought his fist up to begin rapping on the door once again before it suddenly swung open, being greeted with the sight of a less-than-happy Alexander Remington. The two shared a silence for a moment before Scrambles cocked his head to the side.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: You, my friend, sound like you could use a hand.
He only received the same puzzled look he always does when he first introduces himself. Whether its the outfit, or just how he chooses his opening sentence is lost to him....ehhh, it's probably the suit.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: I couldn't help but notice you airing your grievances about little Ms.... Blonde...Bitch, and I would like to offer my unique services to you Misteeerrr...?
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Post by remington on Sept 12, 2011 23:28:44 GMT -5
Alex continued to stare at the unknown masked man, unsure who he was or what his true intentions were. Shaking his head, he responded.
"Listen...ah...Spidey? I don't even know who you are - what makes you think that I would just crack a smile, shake your hand, and call you my ally?"
Alex smiled, shaking his head at the man's attire.
"Or better yet, what makes you even think that I need an ally in the first place?"
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Post by scrambles on Sept 14, 2011 0:31:27 GMT -5
Like a lightning bolt his finger thrust forward in Remington's direction, pausing for another moment before resume speaking.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: Scrambles...it's Scrambles... not "Spidey." Close though. Most people seem to think my name is "Retarded Power Ranger," so you atleast got that goin' for ya. Now, back to business, however, you seem to have me misunderstood. I'm not comin' to you as one individual looking to leech off of another. I'm coming to you as a man with a unique profession that you could benefit from.
He lowered his hand back to his side as he began to lean on the door frame, now beginning to motion with his gloved hands as he spoke.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: Ya see, 'round these parts, I'm whats known as "The Cleaner." More specifically, the cleaner of the gene pool. Every so often, people may come into your life that you may not necessarily want around, as you seem to stand with Ms. Sover.... Sovernoger....Souvenir. That's where I come in, sir. I will gladly assist you in cleaning...her out of the gene pool...get me?
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Post by remington on Sept 14, 2011 0:38:39 GMT -5
Alex slowly moved his hand to his head, scratching his forehead slowly as he listened to what the masked menace had to say.
"Ah...see...eliminating Jaci isn't my purpose. Quite the contrary really, I want her to be around here for as long as possible. Because it isn't elimination I want...it isn't retirement I want. It's simply to send a message; to right the wrongs that she has committed against me, and that will help me along my process."
Remington stopped himself for a moment, looking around as if to make sure that a certain someone was not in the room with him, and also to make sure that no cameras were watching. Satisfied, he continued.
"Word of advice, this thing right here...it's bigger than you. Hell, it's bigger than me Scrambles. I'm doing what has to be done - that's all. So I'm not making a threat when I say this at all - I would strongly advise you separate yourself from this cause altogether...it's just...it's just not worth it."
Alex sighed, thinking some more.
"The best things in life come at a severe cost."
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Post by scrambles on Sept 14, 2011 1:01:59 GMT -5
Scrambles rubbed his fabric covered chin as Remington spoke on, simply nodding to his every word, although truly only half listening, throwing in a "mhm" and "uh huh" here and there for added effect.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: Sending a message...hmmm... See, that's where you're in luck, for I am versatile!
He spread his hands out as he wiggled his fingers as he spoke the word "versatile," making it seem as it was some miraculous ability.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: See, extermination isn't my only option I have available. It just so happens to be the one people leap onto the most....oddly enough. No, I can quite easily help you send a message as well. Break an arm here, snap a leg there, make an interesting scar here and there, you name it guy. See, i also take requests. You can easily personalize your... order..? We'll go with order.... Just consider me your soldier of fortune in this apparent war you are preparing to wage. Trust me, I've been in hairier than dealing with some blonde chick who...did...whatever she did to you.
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Post by remington on Sept 14, 2011 1:08:59 GMT -5
The frustration was very apparent in Alex as he ran his fingers through his hair quickly, his face shaking with anger.
"You don't fucking get it do you? What I am doing here, I HAVE to do alone. I don't have any other fucking choice!"
He looked around again, as though he were scared that someone was listening and watching his every move. But once again satisfying the situation was clear, he continued.
"The forces I'm battling against, I'm not even sure I will be able to handle Scrambles. You don't need to be a casualty in this war. This is my war...I have to do it this way or it won't mean anything in the end. I wish there were another way...but there isn't."
He sighed, shaking his head slowly as he sat upon the arm of his sofa.
"I have a specific purpose, but if I don't finish what I've started here, I will never pass the test. Sorry I can't explain any further, but that's just the way it is."
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Post by scrambles on Sept 16, 2011 19:19:36 GMT -5
Scrambles own patience was wearing thin as Remington finally snapped at him. Snorting a bit in displeasure he pushed himself up from the door frame, his relaxed stature now reading his own annoyance.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: Look, guy, I've heard it all, alright? I don't know what this chick did to break your poor little ole heart, but I've dipped my toes in the "Getting revenge on my ex-girlfriend" end of the pool more than a few times. Trust me, it's never quite as dramatic as you seem to make it out to be.Besides, no one ever wins a "war" by themselves.
Scrambles couldn't help but notice Remington's constantly looking over his shoulder, as if eyeing something. Doing his best to attempt to follow Alexander's gaze, Scrambles unfortunately found nothing, turning his attention back to Remington with a cock of his head.
::Scrambles the Death Dealer:: The hell do you keep lookin' at..? Listen, guy, we can both benefit from this entire thing. I can put the fear in her heart that you undoubtedly want to set in, and I won't have to share 3 packets of ramen noodles with 12 other mother fuckers who look just like me. You wanna test yourself in the end? Fine, do whatever, I'm just sayin', in this one instance, you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
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Post by remington on Sept 17, 2011 18:34:00 GMT -5
Remington couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
"Are you really that desperate to have something to do? I tell you what..."
He leaned back, having a seat on the arm of his sofa as he looked up at Scrambles.
"As I said, I don't want or need any help in dealing with Jaci. Contrary to what you or anyone else believes, this has nothing to do with a broken heart or simply being pissed because I didn't get the girl. Frankly, I feel blessed beyond compare that I didn't find myself locked in to a relationship with her. This is something much more than that, so in this regard, I'm going to have to decline."
He tilted his head slightly.
"But I believe in good business and never burning any bridges, and I'm sure that in the future, there will be people that I simply don't feel like getting my hands dirty with. I fear no man of course, but sometimes the battle just isn't worth it to me. In that time, perhaps I can find a way to put you to work."
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