Post by Alex Stall on Jan 28, 2015 15:34:34 GMT -4
The office building wasn't exactly the most boring, but wasn't precisely the most exciting place in the world. Nice leather chairs, desks in offices seen through large windows. Pictures, renders, drawings and other forms of art littering the walls and frames of the building.
In one of the rooms, the ring of a cell phone could be heard. A groan followed by a sigh followed the break in silence. The man's hand landing on the phone, lifting it to look at the screen. His medium length black hair and single red highlight showing in the glass. Blue eyes blinking before the phone landed with a thud back on the wooden desk.
~::Man::~
"Just leave it alone, why don't you..."
And with that, the sound of the ring came once more. Followed by another exasperated groan. Lifting the phone from the desk once more, the man would slide his thumb over the screen and hold it to his ear.
~::Man::~
"What the hell is it this time?"
~::Voice Over The Phone::~
"You sad shit, you. Learn to answer your phone more often. Seriously, I have big news and your sorry ass can't even take the time to hear it?"
~::Man::~
"Dude. I'm at work. I have to get this project finished. Forgive me for not wanting to listen to you rant for an hour..."
The man would have his free hand on the mouse of the computer in front of him, showing the 3D render he'd been working on for what could be guessed at hours.
~::Voice Over The Phone::~
"Are you fucking kidding me? You go from one of the top high flying superstars of HOW many federations over the years to a fucking pathetic sack of shit in a cubicle? Do you know who you're talking to? I know you. This isn't you. I don't know where your balls went, but you either need to find them or grow a new pair. We're opening again, soon. You better be there. Bring that cocky attitude, homosexual haircut, staple gun and most importantly, your balls. If you're not there, I'm going to hunt you down and ram that keyboard, the mouse, monitor, computer and even your comfortable little chair up your ass one by one, you hear me?"
His jaw set, hearing the words. Resting back in his chair before letting out another sigh.
~::Voice Over The Phone::~
"No. No no no. Don't you sigh motherfucker. You better get excited. This was your dream. Live it. Get off your ass, Alex."
With that, the phone clicked and fell into the man's lap. Shaking his head before glancing out the window into the rest of the office building. His eyes fell back on the screen, though before taking the cross trinket on his wrist in his hand. The crash could be heard throughout the floor, the monitor shattering before the man threw on his jacket and made for the door.
~::Security::~
"Hold on there, buddy."
The officer had his hand out and a stern look on his face, before the man's foot landed on his knee, using it to lift himself up to kick the side of his skull. Corkscrewing to his feet and using his hand to catch himself, the man would make for the door. Brushing himself off with the final sight of him going through the door being the angel wings on the upside down cross on his jacket. "The Insane Angel" marking over the design.
EOT
(It's been FOREVER since I've done any RP on a forum...)
In one of the rooms, the ring of a cell phone could be heard. A groan followed by a sigh followed the break in silence. The man's hand landing on the phone, lifting it to look at the screen. His medium length black hair and single red highlight showing in the glass. Blue eyes blinking before the phone landed with a thud back on the wooden desk.
~::Man::~
"Just leave it alone, why don't you..."
And with that, the sound of the ring came once more. Followed by another exasperated groan. Lifting the phone from the desk once more, the man would slide his thumb over the screen and hold it to his ear.
~::Man::~
"What the hell is it this time?"
~::Voice Over The Phone::~
"You sad shit, you. Learn to answer your phone more often. Seriously, I have big news and your sorry ass can't even take the time to hear it?"
~::Man::~
"Dude. I'm at work. I have to get this project finished. Forgive me for not wanting to listen to you rant for an hour..."
The man would have his free hand on the mouse of the computer in front of him, showing the 3D render he'd been working on for what could be guessed at hours.
~::Voice Over The Phone::~
"Are you fucking kidding me? You go from one of the top high flying superstars of HOW many federations over the years to a fucking pathetic sack of shit in a cubicle? Do you know who you're talking to? I know you. This isn't you. I don't know where your balls went, but you either need to find them or grow a new pair. We're opening again, soon. You better be there. Bring that cocky attitude, homosexual haircut, staple gun and most importantly, your balls. If you're not there, I'm going to hunt you down and ram that keyboard, the mouse, monitor, computer and even your comfortable little chair up your ass one by one, you hear me?"
His jaw set, hearing the words. Resting back in his chair before letting out another sigh.
~::Voice Over The Phone::~
"No. No no no. Don't you sigh motherfucker. You better get excited. This was your dream. Live it. Get off your ass, Alex."
With that, the phone clicked and fell into the man's lap. Shaking his head before glancing out the window into the rest of the office building. His eyes fell back on the screen, though before taking the cross trinket on his wrist in his hand. The crash could be heard throughout the floor, the monitor shattering before the man threw on his jacket and made for the door.
~::Security::~
"Hold on there, buddy."
The officer had his hand out and a stern look on his face, before the man's foot landed on his knee, using it to lift himself up to kick the side of his skull. Corkscrewing to his feet and using his hand to catch himself, the man would make for the door. Brushing himself off with the final sight of him going through the door being the angel wings on the upside down cross on his jacket. "The Insane Angel" marking over the design.
EOT
(It's been FOREVER since I've done any RP on a forum...)
