I Miss You. (O2A)

[sinclair]

Dalton sits alone at a table, on the main floor of the tower. He's looking at a picture of a young woman. The woman looks about his age, 18. He whispers something while looking at it.

I miss you, and I'm finally back.. I hope we can continue where we left off.

He raises the picture up to his lips and kisses it, then places it on the table and continues to look at it, paying no attention to his surroundings.

[fninfamous]

Just so happens to be in the area after departing from an elevator ride that took a little bit longer than he expected. 187 could be seen giving his brother Diceman a "dap" before turning away from him and his japanese woman Yuki. 187 headed down the hallway by himself and along the way he noticed a man kissing a picture. He raised an eyebrow at this as his first reaction was this man might have been crazy and stalking someone. He's seen quite a few of those types before but he knew better than that to trust his first judgement on what he saw before him. He figured he might as well get to know this guy as well. He had time to kill before the season started and getting to know the roster seemed to be the thing to do now-a-days. 187 grabs an empty chair on his way to this man's table and sets it up for him to sit in. He takes a seat in the chair at the table across from the man. The first thing from his lips was...

Yooo. Whattup man? Who're you?

[sinclair]

Dalton looks up to the guy in front of him. He looked like a thug. He pics the picture up and continues to gaze at it..

My name's Dalton Sinclair.. You're 187, right?

[fninfamous]

"Damn, my name gets around. My reputation seems to follow me where eva'." He thought to himself as he raised an eyebrow at the man infront of him. He didn't realize that so many people that he had no clue who they were, knew exactly who he was. Guess the controversy that he stirred up had made it's way everywhere. He began to nod his head.

"Yeah. 'Dat would be my name. How you know? And what you doin' just sittin' 'round here doin' nothin'?"

[sinclair]

I know much about the Familia, Adrian. King Vegas, Dice Dillinger, Kasino Royale, Yourself, Pornstar, Laura De'Icco. I'm not just some cocky rookie that waltzes in, knowing jack shit, acting like I'm the greatest thing since the light bulb....

...He says without taking his eyes off of the picture. He smiles, and continues.

Why do you ask?

His eyes now meet 187's again, this time with a confident look on his face.

[fninfamous]

"Adrian? How 'da f**k this mothaf**ka know my name? Stalkin' @$$ people, I tell ya. Always out to find everything out on a mothaf**ka. Probably paparazzi or some sh*t. Probably why he kissin' 'dat picture. Mothaf**ka probably got an obsession wit' someone he been snoopin' 'round on. Betta' watch 'dis cat." 187 thought to himself with a raised eyebrow. No one called him by his real name but the Familia. Not one person. Unless somehow they found out through some means. He didn't know this guy. Never met him. How'd he find out his real name? It wasn't that common of knowledge. No one called him that but his family. And it was usually females that called him by that and no other. He began to wonder about this man infront of him. He didn't take to kindly to people just flat out saying his real name without good reason. He figured he'd keep his cool just for the moment. Find a little more out about this guy.

Why I ask? Sh*t, just curious is all. Why you just sittin' here? And who 'dat in 'dat picture you got?

[sinclair]

It's my girlfriend.. I haven't seen her for about 4 or 5 months. She's like the missing piece to the puzzle, y'know?

Dalton places his hand in his pocket and pulls his wallet out, flips it open, and puts the picture in. His sight remains on the wallet for a few seconds until he places it in his pocket again.

I still haven't got the keys to my room. Might check back to one of the angels later on today, but as for right now, I'm just bored..

[fninfamous]

He begins to nod his head as he listens to Dalton. He didn't know what to make of this guy. Just sitting around because he was bored. Didn't make much sense to him. When 187 got bored, he would do what he had been doing. Meeting peopel and being out and around. He raises an eyebrow as he speaks...

How come ya haven't seen ya girl in monthes? And if ya so bored, why ain't ya tryna' get back in touch wit' her?

[sinclair]

..I've been away for 4 or 5 months, I have no clue where she is. I was born and raised here in Toronto, as was she. For all I know, she could be down in America.

"This guy isn't as smart as I thought he was" rolls through his mind. He thought it would be a little more obvious to 187 as to why he couldn't find his love.

As for where I've been.. Well, I just came back from New Jersey, where I was finishing off my training..

[fninfamous]

He raised an eyebrow once more at Dalton. No clue where his love is but claims that he loved this woman so much? He didn't know what to make of this. There was ways to get around not being able to see someone physcially. He shook his head as he responded by saying...

So you ain't seen ya woman in monthes? Don'tcha got a numba' to call her from? Email? A way to text message her? Any means of communication? I mean, come on now. 4 or 5 monthes, and you ain't been in communication. Anotha' thing, why ain't she come wit' ya to New Jersey? I mean, if you was born and raised here, then was able to get to 'da United State. I'm pretty sure yo' woman would be able to too. How's 'dat work? You just up and leave yo' woman wit'out sayin' or somethin'? How can ya go so long wit'out havin' communicated wit' her? How can ya even be wit' a women wit'out havin' a way to communicate to her? I don't unda'stand how could go so long wit'out seein' her. Hell, fo' all you know, she could be f**kin' 'round wit' some otha' guy while you gone. Women get lonely homie. I know 'dis sh*t from personal experience. You neva' know what she might be doin' 'dis very moment.

[sinclair]

At what point did I say I haven't been in touch with her? We both use hot mail to stay in touch, but that's not enough. I haven't seen her, and last I spoke to her was on the plane home about a week ago, and I didn't really ask her where she was. I might check her old apartment sometime soon, but I'll probably just email her.

He looks down at the table for a second and thinks about the time he's been away from her.

I didn't have a choice if she could come with me, and she didn't either. We're both sorta.. broke. She couldn't afford to come down to America with me, and I could afford to go either. But my mentor, A guy named "The Cobra" payed for my stay there.

She told me about a month ago that she managed to buy a car, and that she had a surprise for me, so I figured that the surprise was that she'd drive down to New Jersey to meet me, but I could never find her. When I told her I was coming back home her only reply was "Oh..". So I'm going to check her place, and see whats up.

He looks back up at 187 with a glare. Pure rage at the thought of his girlfriend cheating on him.

My girl wouldn't do that. If anything, she'd use some of that retarded PornStar's toys. Without him..]

[fninfamous]

"At what point did ya say you was keepin' in touch wit' her? Anyways, if ya both use 'da internet and sendin' each otha' e-mails, why don'tcha know mo' 'bout her where abouts? I mean, if you was really carin' 'bout her, wouldn't 'da be 'da first thing ya would wanna know? Seriously though, why didn't ya ask her? You say you care 'bout her, but don't care enough to ask where she is? Makes you seem quite questionable."

He shrugged his shoulders as he spoke his mind about what he thought about this situation. He was never one to sugar coat what he said or pull any punches. He spoke what he really had going through his mind without caring what people thought of his view.

"Anotha' thing, how is it not a choice to have her come wit' ya? You say you both broke? Then why leave Canada in 'da first place? You know how many places you could be trainin' at up here? You got 'da Dungeon up here. Why ain't ya go there? There's plenty of places to go here in Canada? Why go to New Jersey? What's there? I've been to Jersey. Ain't nothin' special."

A smirk came across his face as he shook his head. He didn't see why anyone would want to live in a hell hole like New Jersey. That place was terrible, in 187's opinion. There was much finer places to train. Such as the famous training facility Stu Hart's Dungeon. He had been there but one week before with his now deceased friend Ace. He learned quite a lot there. He wondered why that never became an option for this man.

"Also, how you know she ain't cheatin'? Really though. How can you be so sure. You said she got a car. She might be leavin' 'dat @$$ fo' someone wit' mo' money. You just said how her reply was but a simple "Oh..." I'm sorry, but 'dat sound like she got someone else pipin' 'dat @$$. She probably f**kin' 'round wit' anotha' mothaf**ka on 'da side and hearin' you was comin' back made her realize she gotta keep 'dat on 'da down low. You might not like hearin' 'dat, but from whatchu tellin' me man, it sounds likely enough 'dat she got someone else's dick in her. I ain't tryna' start no beef wit' ya. I'm just sayin', how can ya be so sure she stayin' as loyal as you choose to believe she is? And anotha' thing, best watch whatcha say 'bout my homie PornStar. You neva' know when he might be waitin' right 'round 'da corna'. Ready and waitin' to own yo' @$$ fo' whateva' you sayin' 'bout him. Just givin' fair warnin'. PornStar is much mo' than he may appear."

He laughed to himself as he looked over his shoulder. As if to be looking for PornStar, knowing that he is very likely to show up anytime soon. He was never one to stay cooped up in room like 187. He shrugged his shoulders as he turned his attention back to Dalton. Awaiting a reply from him.