Post by dio on Apr 18, 2007 15:14:44 GMT -5
Downtown New York City. Outside of a sedy NY Club, throngs of people wait to get inside. But one person was about to exit...
Out of the window...
*CRASH!!!*
He rolls on the floor. The onlookers watch in shock as this man, who's face looks like hamburger meat, tries to pick himself up off the floor an flee. Out from the window, comes the man who sent him reeling...
[glow=white,2,300]EVAN FATE.[/glow]
Now come on, Pauley. You were talkin' so big and bold inside. Now you're trying to run away??? What kind of example are you setting for mindless yes-men now?
FUCK YOU, Fate! You're a god damn MADMAN!!! I aint tellin' you SHIT!!! Ya' hear me??? SHIT!!!
Wrong answer, Pauley.
Evan whirls around and delivers a sitilating roundhouse, catching Pauley on the bud of the jaw. The man spins like a top, slamming into the side of a car. A loud "oooooooooooooooH" can be heard from the crowd now forming around the melee.
Look at this. All these people gettin' there jollies off from watching me kick you ass. Gotta be kinda embarrassing, huh? All I need from you is a name, Pauley. Someone involved with Monarch Industries. ANYONE, it could be a janitor for all I care. Just give me something, and I stop kicking your teeth in.
Gallas is gonna have you SKINNED for this, you ass. Just wait and see. You're barkin' up the wrong tree.
Who, Sabastien? He wasn't all the up to gettin' it on with me in Club 40, so I took it out on his goons, just Like I'm doing with you.
Suddenly, the crowd begins to part. Looks of fear and intimidation filled the eyes of onlookers. Someone was coming to join them, and it was someone "bad"...
Out of the window...
*CRASH!!!*
He rolls on the floor. The onlookers watch in shock as this man, who's face looks like hamburger meat, tries to pick himself up off the floor an flee. Out from the window, comes the man who sent him reeling...
[glow=white,2,300]EVAN FATE.[/glow]
Now come on, Pauley. You were talkin' so big and bold inside. Now you're trying to run away??? What kind of example are you setting for mindless yes-men now?
FUCK YOU, Fate! You're a god damn MADMAN!!! I aint tellin' you SHIT!!! Ya' hear me??? SHIT!!!
Wrong answer, Pauley.
Evan whirls around and delivers a sitilating roundhouse, catching Pauley on the bud of the jaw. The man spins like a top, slamming into the side of a car. A loud "oooooooooooooooH" can be heard from the crowd now forming around the melee.
Look at this. All these people gettin' there jollies off from watching me kick you ass. Gotta be kinda embarrassing, huh? All I need from you is a name, Pauley. Someone involved with Monarch Industries. ANYONE, it could be a janitor for all I care. Just give me something, and I stop kicking your teeth in.
Gallas is gonna have you SKINNED for this, you ass. Just wait and see. You're barkin' up the wrong tree.
Who, Sabastien? He wasn't all the up to gettin' it on with me in Club 40, so I took it out on his goons, just Like I'm doing with you.
Suddenly, the crowd begins to part. Looks of fear and intimidation filled the eyes of onlookers. Someone was coming to join them, and it was someone "bad"...