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Post by Jeff "K!D" Kain on Jul 25, 2007 0:52:42 GMT -5
Young FIREK!D ventures out of his locker room with the game plan to find Nathan Saints locker room. He watched his match, and figured he'd give him a congratulations. Luckily for his lazy ass, Nate's locker room was only down the hall, so he had a short walk. He walks to the door and knocks gently. However, his voice is less than gentle.
HEY NATE!
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Post by saint on Jul 25, 2007 0:55:26 GMT -5
He had been laying down on a bench, resting after his match and then going off to do other things later on. Unfortunately he had to be disturbed.  He gets up from the bench and walks over to the door. He places a hand on the knob.
Who is it? |
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Post by Jeff "K!D" Kain on Jul 25, 2007 0:56:34 GMT -5
Santa Claus.
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Post by saint on Jul 25, 2007 0:58:57 GMT -5
No fuckin' way.
He opens the door with a smirk, to...expectedly, see FireK!D. Nathan makes way for K!D to come in.
Is it actually a habit to visit people at the worst of times?
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Post by Jeff "K!D" Kain on Jul 25, 2007 1:12:25 GMT -5
You bet your ass it is! Now...
K!D walks into his room and plops his ass down on the bench Nate had been resting on.
You get yourself a soda, I get a beer, we party because you beat that fucker Jonny Acid-trip at his own game. But we can't party for long..'cause, you know..my match is soon.
K!D places both hands on his knee's and taps them rapidly as if they were bongos.
You got a mini fridge in here?
He smiles innocently. A kid's got to eat, right?
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Post by saint on Jul 25, 2007 1:15:48 GMT -5
He looks around his locker room.
Nope. I didn't really want one of the fancy locker rooms. A regular ass one is fine with me. All I need is a place to sit, a locker, and room to stretch and train. That's it. There's a pop machine outside the door though...
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Post by Jeff "K!D" Kain on Jul 25, 2007 1:25:39 GMT -5
Pop? I was aiming for pizza. Buuuuut, since you're not fancy-shmancy, I guess I'll HAVE to settle with a pop.
K!D shrugs and walks out of the locker room and to the soda machine. He looks it up and down, and reaches into his pocket. Pulling out a Canadian dollar coin, and examines it.
Hmm..
Looking from the coin to the machine confuses him. Where's the coin hole?
Nate? What the fuck, mate?
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Post by saint on Jul 25, 2007 1:30:33 GMT -5
He rolls his eyes.
There's coin slot above the dollar slot. Find some fucking American money and you'll be good.
Nathan smirks.
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Post by Jeff "K!D" Kain on Jul 25, 2007 16:37:07 GMT -5
Yeah.. that's the American coin slot. And I've got Canadian.
He looks at the machine while pocketing the coin. Once both hands are free, he winds back and swings at the machine. He smashes his fist into the glass, but onto leaves a crack. Oh, and some pain in his fist, too.
Uhh! How about you get me a drink and I back you back later?
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Post by saint on Jul 25, 2007 17:10:27 GMT -5
He reaches into his gym back and pulls out a roll with 4 quarters. He tosses the roll a K!D.
Enjoy..
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He gets up from the bench and walks over to the door. He places a hand on the knob.