Post by kade on Mar 14, 2007 2:30:20 GMT -5
Of course most people, when being new in some aspect or another are more pretentious in their arrival to said event or whatever it may be. In the world of Lucas Klash, a limo plus a sidewalk full of paparazzi is about as pretentious as it gets. Being a celebrity is always so great, well in his case it is and...wow you guessed it, thats all that matters to him. For all he knows this place could be just as insane as every other place he's been too in his short but prolific professional wrestling career. From Green Springs, to Columbus, to New York and now here. And to think, My Chemical Romance thinks that the jet set life can kill someone, Lucas thrives on it. Everything now because god forbid there be no tomorrow.
After finally elbowing, punching and cussing his way through the horde of camera and pen wielding members of the press Lucas finds himself within what seems to be a nice enough lobby. Not really caring about directions or a general point of interest he begins to aimlessly wander.
After what seems to have been either his fourth or fifth left turn in the past few minutes, Lucas is granted with the sight of what seems to be some sort of crazed redneck neo-nazi, not much smaller then Lucas himself, get thrown into a vending machine and break out in maniacal laughter. Two larger men round the corner, one not being much larger then Lucas...and the other looking more like two Lucas' smashed together into one big ball of hulking awesomeness. Lucas though is not easily intimidated and looks both men up and down as the smaller one scrambles to his feet and joins them.[/i][/font]
Good day gentlemen. Quite a show you just put on. If I had known the movie was going to be this short I would have bought a medium popcorn instead of a large, still impressive shit though.
The men stand around and scratch their heads slightly.[/i][/font]
Well I usually tend to leave my manners at the door but what the hell...Lucas Klash.
Lucas though doesn't extend his hand. Not out of fear or disrespect...his respect has to be earned. With these maniacs though it may be earned quicker then most, they seem to have a certain quality that at times Lucas himself even unleashes in what I believe the term for is...sheer stupidity with a mixture of insanity. But who knows with those scientists running around, making up new terms everyday it seems.[/i][/font]
After finally elbowing, punching and cussing his way through the horde of camera and pen wielding members of the press Lucas finds himself within what seems to be a nice enough lobby. Not really caring about directions or a general point of interest he begins to aimlessly wander.
After what seems to have been either his fourth or fifth left turn in the past few minutes, Lucas is granted with the sight of what seems to be some sort of crazed redneck neo-nazi, not much smaller then Lucas himself, get thrown into a vending machine and break out in maniacal laughter. Two larger men round the corner, one not being much larger then Lucas...and the other looking more like two Lucas' smashed together into one big ball of hulking awesomeness. Lucas though is not easily intimidated and looks both men up and down as the smaller one scrambles to his feet and joins them.[/i][/font]
Good day gentlemen. Quite a show you just put on. If I had known the movie was going to be this short I would have bought a medium popcorn instead of a large, still impressive shit though.
The men stand around and scratch their heads slightly.[/i][/font]
Well I usually tend to leave my manners at the door but what the hell...Lucas Klash.
Lucas though doesn't extend his hand. Not out of fear or disrespect...his respect has to be earned. With these maniacs though it may be earned quicker then most, they seem to have a certain quality that at times Lucas himself even unleashes in what I believe the term for is...sheer stupidity with a mixture of insanity. But who knows with those scientists running around, making up new terms everyday it seems.[/i][/font]
