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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 20, 2007 3:38:45 GMT -4
Every devious, satanic, evil genius needs to take a break when ever they could. And Draco, really needed one. He began to make his way into the bar, of the APW building. All dressed up in black, nothing new with that. And hand off the tip of his lips, was an unlit cigarette. Draco pulled out a chair, sat on it. As he sat down, he felt the pressure being lifted off him. The pressure of caring for the beast, planning each move and step of his plan. And the pressure of the missing Nathan Micheals. Draco kicked his feet up onto the table, as he took a lighter out from his pocket. His left hand cupped around the cigarette, as he brought the lighter closer to the cigarette. One flick of the lighter, as a flame appeared from nowhere. The cigarette started to burn, as it met with the flame. Draco quickly flicked the lid back ontop of the lighter, and placed it back in his pocket. He began to breathe in the fumes of the cigarette, and blew the smoke out off his mouth. Draco moved the cigarette away from his mouth, as he looked up at the roof. Relaxed as ever, until someone walked up to him.
" Sir. This is a non-smoking area. "
Draco locked at the person in the corner of his eye. It was just some low class waiter, in his outfit. Draco began to chuckle underneath his breath. He took one more shot at the cigarette, before he let it dropped down to the ground. His feet followed the cigarette, down to the floor. Draco's right foot, then stepped on the cigarette. He began to wipe it into the carpet. Draco gave the waiter a smile, as the waiter gave him a evil look.
[glow=red,2,300]" Since you here kid, you can get my order. "[/glow]
Draco picked up the menu, and began to speed read it though it. Keeping his finger, on the word he was reading.
[glow=red,2,300]" All have the steak with gravy and a coke along with it. "[/glow]
Draco let the menu dropped back down to the table, as the waiter stormed to the kitchen with his order. |
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 21, 2007 0:28:41 GMT -4
A couple of minutes later, the waiter came back. Draco's meal was balancing on the top of the waiter's fingertips. His meal was set in front of Draco, cooked and ready to eat. His drink, was placed next to his meal. The waiter, quickly walked back into the kitchen, as Draco picked up his knife and fork. Draco, began with the steak. It was medium-rare, and it taste delicious. The piece of steak, that Draco cut off, got bigger and bigger each time. Soon, the steak disappeared into Draco's stomach. Draco, placed his feet back on the table, as he let his food digest in is stomach. Yes, Draco enjoyed each bit of the steak, it reminded him off his mothers cooking. Whack! Draco smashed his palm into his head, as he tried to get the nice thoughts out of his head. He was a satanic man, a believer in darkness, pain, and fear. He could not be seating down, enjoying something. Draco, jumped back up to his feet, knocking the chair over behind him. He began to storm out of the restaurant. Bang! Draco fell back onto the ground, as he just ran into someone.
[glow=red,2,300]" Bloody hell, watch were you going. People have to walk down here, so there is no point standing in the doorway. "[/glow]
Draco picked himself up from the ground. He began to brush off his pants and shoulders. |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 27, 2007 3:49:29 GMT -4
And the brick wall he ran into? None other than Jennifer Drew. Out for a night of drinking alone after her big win over the number one contender at Full Throttle, though you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at her. As part of her campaign to not look dumpy at the Angels fancy new restaurant she was wearing her nice (meaning the ones she pulled off well) Black Flag shirt and black skirt.
Jen saw Draco coming toward her from across the restaurant. She stared as she stepped through the door herself, thinking “Surely, he’ll move to avoid me. How could anyone possibly miss me?” But how wrong she was.
Excuse you.
She crosses her arms and looks down at him.
Jeez, and people say I’m rude. Please, tell me you’re drunk, because if this was a malicious and intentional shoulder block, look out.
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 27, 2007 4:45:06 GMT -4
Draco looked up at Jennifer's bright pink hair as she stood in front of him of the doorway. Why did she had bright pink hair? And why did it distract Draco? Draco began to rub his head, and he shared a glance or two at Jennifer's face.
[glow=red,2,300]" Rude? Lady you don't know the meaning of rude. I am not going to get through life with manners. They just get in my way, like you for example. "[/glow]
Draco placed his hands in his pocket of his coat, as he began to have a proper look at Jennifer. His eyes wandered down her body. Her black clothing caught his eyes. Draco seemed like he found another person who appreciates the same color as him. His eyes continued down to her feet, and back up to her face. A devious smile grew on his face, as he began to think that Jennifer was a good looking specimen of the opposite sex. But what can a relationship do to Draco? He continued to think that a relationship can destroy his plans of domination.
[glow=red,2,300]"Now lady can you move from the doorway? " [/glow] |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 27, 2007 5:17:03 GMT -4
She hadn’t been checked out like that in a good long time. It would have been nice, if everything about the situation was different. Jen mulls it over for a while as if it was some difficult philosophical question.
Well I guess I can, the question is do I feel like it? Yeah, I think I’m going to go drink until this whole thing seems like a big blur. No offense, you look like one of the cooler sociopaths, but I think I might have to pass for now.
Before she makes it to the bar she turns around. That morbid curiosity thing kicked in again.
Fine, I’ll bite. So, who are you? More importantly, who the hell do you think you are?
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 27, 2007 5:30:41 GMT -4
Draco watch Jennifer as she passed him. A site that he does not see much in his life. He has been in his locker room, keeping an eye of IT in the cell. Draco turned around and started to make his exit, out of the bar. Until Jennifer called out to him one more time. He slowly turned his head, so he could take a glance at Jennifer. She stood a couple of feet, in front of the bar.[glow=red,2,300]
" Who am l? I am the voice of darkness, l am the caretaker of fear. I am Draco Vermind, manager of a thing that has brought destruction to APW. Abomination. Ever heard of IT? "[/glow]
Draco hand started to rummage through pocket. Soon he pulled out a cigarette. He placed it on the tip of his lips, as his hand went back in his pocket, again. This time, when his hand came out, he brought out a lighter. He began to cup his hand around the cigarette, as he began to light it. Draco placed the lighter back in his pocket, as he breathed in the cigarette, and blew out the smoke. He moved the cigarette away for his lips, for a moment.
[glow=red,2,300]" I have another question for you. Who are you? "[/glow]
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Post by jdiamond on Jun 27, 2007 18:26:56 GMT -4
James walks into the restaurant and see's a confrontation between Draco and a woman and he intervene's
Draco you weedy little Punk now leave the woman alone and leave this place No one gives a Damn about who you and Abomination are.
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 28, 2007 2:17:59 GMT -4
A familiar voice came from the back of the room. Draco did not had to turn around, or spot the figure in the corner of his eye. It was that pest that Draco had enough of. James Diamond.
[glow=red,2,300]" It is very unpleasant to see you after work, kid. But l don't have the time for you today. So go walk off, and pester someone else for once. Mainly Cruz."[/glow]
Draco walked over to the bar, as he sat up on to the stool. He kept his back facing James. Draco remembered that Jennifer was standing behind him. He took another go at his cigarette before confronting Jennifer
[glow=red,2,300]" So lady, are you going to answer my questions? " [/glow] |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 28, 2007 2:27:07 GMT -4
She points at Diamond for a second.
You know this guy? Hey, I don’t care if you want to play cowboy a little later, I might even break out the damsel in distress routine, but right now I’ve got some business to talk with this character.
Jen turns back to Draco and looks him over one more time. Well, her suspicions were confirmed. This was one strange guy and she couldn’t decide if that was good or not yet. She had to see if she could trip him up, break through the schtick, even though she had to know more about this.
Abomination… guy with the red afro? He’s great.
Before another misunderstanding arises she goes on.
Just kidding. Trust me I’ve watched everything the two of you have been doing recently you’re whetting my appetite here, Drake, even if the routine is a little too mad scientist for me. I’m Jen, let’s chat.
She makes her way over to the bar and puts in her order, assuming she had done enough to draw him in.
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 28, 2007 5:48:48 GMT -4
Draco has something pleasant to think of. That the message has been spreading through the other wrestlers in APW. The Bartender stood in front of Draco, as he waited for Draco's order. Draco took the cigarette, out of his mouth.
[glow=red,2,300]" Yeah, just grab me a beer. "[/glow]
Draco blew the smoke into the bartender face. Draco gave him a smile as the bartender stormed of away from.
[glow=red,2,300]" So.......Jen what has brought you to this pitiful company? " [/glow] [/color][/center] |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 28, 2007 22:46:42 GMT -4
Was this guy serious? Jen grabbed her usual vodka tonic off the counter and left her money on the bar.
Pathetic? There’s nothing pathetic about international TV time, a steady paycheck and a roof over your head. It beats sitting at home and riding your contract out, or unemployment. So if you’re above this place what are you doing here?
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 29, 2007 1:49:56 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]"......I am using it......"
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Draco look up at the bar. What was his mind full of? What made him this way? Answer will find their way out into the open soon. The barkeeper came back, and placed the bottle in front of Draco. Draco watched his every move, as he tried to freak out the Barkeep a little. But it did not work. Bummer. Draco cigarette dropped from his mouth, as he brought the beer bottle closer to his lips. His foot followed the cigarette from above. Soon to be collided with the cigarette. And exactly that happen, as the alcohol ran down his throat. Draco held the bottle, as he looked over at Jennifer. Indeed she was a stunning figure, in the eyes of Draco Vermind.
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" So Jen do you believe in the darkness? "[/glow] |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 29, 2007 2:06:02 GMT -4
She breathed in slowly as Draco spoke,, trying not to insult him by laughing. She wisely took another sip, trying not to choke when he asked the question. It bought her enough time to put her straight face on. This was turning out to be way more entertaining than she had imagined.
Believe in the darkness? Well yeah, who doesn't? It’s pretty simple science. So you say you’re using APW, huh? For what? No wait, let me guess…record deal?
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 29, 2007 2:25:10 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]" No your wrong in that situation. Darkness is pain, destruction, fear, and death. It has nothing to do with science. And as for your other question Jen, l am using APW's popularity status to wipe the minds of the fans, even some off the wrestlers in the backstage area. I mean, its already happen to someone already. And in time the whole world will be under the same curse. They will able to see a brighter future of this world, through my eyes. My vision will be alive soon. "[/glow]
Draco picked up his beer, and had another sip at it. He has noticed Jennifer trying hard not to laugh at him, in the corner of his eye. His stories were hard to believe, but were they true? is the whole world be held in the fist of Draco Vermind? |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 29, 2007 2:37:12 GMT -4
Using the show to wipe minds you say? Yep, that sounds like television to me. You know, it’s really refreshing you’re not being subtle about it… sorry, no more edgy social satire from me.
Jen takes a nice long sip then turns to face Draco, looking much more sincere than before.
We’re at a fork in the road here Draco, now it’s up to you which way this goes. You see, I think I might know who you’re talking about, call it intuition. I’m not 100% sure, but when weird stuff happens, I watch. So, I have to know, whose brain did you break?
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 29, 2007 2:49:10 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]" Who's brain have l destroyed. No ones. But l have unleashed the darkness from someone's soul. With the help of Abomination. "[/glow]
Draco took another sip from the bottle.
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" And this man was named Nathan Micheals. "[/glow] |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 29, 2007 3:23:20 GMT -4
Do I know how to call ‘em, or do I know how to call ‘em. See, for some reason I knew you might say that. Hope you don’t mind, because there’s a million questions coming your way now. He and I, go way back. I have to ask, why him?
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Post by Draco Vermind on Jun 29, 2007 5:43:23 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]" Why him. Once again the answer is popularity. Why not start at the top, then the bottom. And with the use of Micheals, my message was able to be heard more, then ignored. "[/glow]
Draco stared deeply into the eyes of Jennifer.
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" As a look into you eyes Jen, l see that you still need to accept the darkness in your body. "[/glow]
Draco turned his head, back forward. As it gave him a clear view of his beer bottle. |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jul 3, 2007 23:01:59 GMT -4
It was amazing how many times she had had this same conversation in her life. Accepting darkness, allowing her body to be a tool of some supernatural force, none of it was new, which made her feel a little sick. The eyes almost roll all the way back in her head as she speaks.
Let me guess, you want to put it in me?
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