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major_bummer- July 21st, 2010
Roleplay Sample
“I don’t like this, Lou”, The Gecko mumbled, looking at the ticket in his hands dubiously.
“Well then I guess it’s a good thing I ain’t askin’ you to like it!” Lou shouted, snatching it back from the deluded man-child’s hands. “I’m just tellin’ you that’s what I’m doin’ today, so I don’t want you and the others buggin’ me on the phone or nothin’, okay?”
“Doesn’t it strike you as the least bit suspicious,” the smaller man asked, cocking his head to one side and planting his gloved hands on his hips stubbornly, “that you should just receive some anonymous ticket in the mail for a ride to who-knows-where without a word as to why?”
“Man, I left ‘suspicious’ behind me about twenty exits back”, Lou responded, shoving a few odds and ends into his backpack, “If you’re askin’ me if I think it’s weird, then sure I do. But I been givin’ this some thought. And you know what I’ve come up with?”
“What?”
“That after three years of vampires and space aliens and all kinds of awful crap I don’t even have words for interrupting my meals and knockin’ down my walls, probably the weirdest thing of all is if once – just ONCE – “ he raised his index finger and shook it emphatically in his friend’s face, “one of the weird things to happen to me actually turned out to be a good thing.” He waved his ticket around in the air with his other hand. “And guess what? Looks like that number’s finally come up! Free helicopter ride!” He made for the front door of his apartment, pushing the Gecko along in front of him, brusquely.
“And what happens if you’re attacked while you’re airborne? What happens if you’re needed and you’re out of touch,” the Gecko asked, attempting pointlessly to push back against Lou’s shoving hands.
“Then I guess balloons will drop down from the ceiling, celebrating the one MILLIONTH time you’ve said ‘I told you so’, and you’ll get to be princess for the day,” Lou responded, launching him out into the hallway with one final shove, before turning around and locking the door behind him. “Listen,” he said, turning around, and attempting to sound reasonable, “It’s just one day. One day to relax and see the sights. You’re seriously gonna tell me I don’t have that comin’ to me? You wanna be that guy?”
“Well… no….” he responded uncertainly.
“Great. That’s that, then. See ya tomorrow, Geeko,” Lou responded, hustling down the hall without a backwards glance. The Gecko – whatever that creepy little weirdo’s real name was under that ridiculous costume of his – was a good guy, but god, could he ever be a downer sometimes. ‘You’ve got to be a hero, Lou!’, ‘You’ve got to be a role model, Lou!’, ‘You’ve got to wear clean pants and shower regularly, Lou!’, and so on and so on. God, would it ever be nice to get away from him and his bullcrap for a day or so.
“I'm leavin on a helicopter”, Lou sang happily to himself as he reached the street and dropped his skateboard on the asphalt.” Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh babe I don’t hate to go…”
