Post by Dr. Gonzo on Apr 30, 2011 23:46:28 GMT -5
(The setting: The Gonzo "Compound" in Denver, Colorado. So called the Compound because of it's immense size, not really because it's anything like a prison. The outskirts of the compound, which is really just a large field where several cows and sheep are grazing, is where we start things off, and where a limosine is seen pulling up. As the limo eases to a stop, one of the back doors open and a PCW representative, dressed smartly in a suit and tie, wearing glasses and carrying some papers with him, gets out. Slowly, he looks at the surroundings around him, then at the top paper in his pile, then at the surroundings again)
PCW Rep: (More to himself) Well....this is apparently the right address... (To the driver of the limo) don't drive off too far....from the looks of this place, I don't feel too safe here...
(The driver nods in understanding as the rep slowly makes his way past several cows and sheep towards the ranch style house up ahead. As he nears the front door, he takes a quick step and hears a squishing sound underneath his feet. He pauses for a moment, sniffs the air, then lifts up his shoe.....cow crap. Grimacing, he gingerly wipes his foot on the grass and sighs)
PCW Rep: (Grumbling) I *had* to draw the short stick to bring this guy his contract papers....oy....
(Wiping off the cow dung as best as he can, the Rep makes his way to the front door of the ranch and slowly knocks on it. 5 seconds pass, then 10, then 15....no answer. Sighing, the rep bangs on the door, louder and longer this time. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, 15 seconds....still no answer.)
PCW Rep: (Muttering to himself) Of course....it would have been too easy to just answer the door a few seconds after I knock on it....no, this guy has to be a royal pain in the....
(Just before the bad word can escape from his lips, the door abruptly opens, spooking the rep nearly out of his boots. Standing before him is a short, stocky man in a lab coat. He is carrying with him a tray with a glass of gin and tonic, and some Ritz crackers. This is Woodworth, the assistant/toady of the man the rep is looking to see. Woodworth stands silently, staring a hole into the rep, who slowly clears his throat and adjusts his tie)
PCW Rep: ...Ah....hem. Hello.....I'm uh, looking for a.....Mister Gonzo? I'm from the PCW....I just came to drop off his contract to sign...
Woodworth: *Doctor* Gonzo.....is in the library....follow me Sir....
(With that, Woodworth breezes into the house towards the library as the rep shrugs and follows. About 30 seconds later, both men are at the door to the library. Woodworth holds up a hand as if to say "wait....", then knocks on the door twice)
Doctor Gonzo: (From within) Enter.....
(Woodworth opens the door and enters, beckoning the rep to follow. Inside the cluttered library sits Doctor Gonzo, smoking a cigarette being held by a holder, flipping through a worn out and old looking book. He doesn't look up as Woodworth hands him his tray and speaks)
Woodworth: The PCW Representative is here to see you Doctor...
Doctor Gonzo: (Still not looking up) Uh hmm....
PCW Rep: (Expecting Doctor Gonzo to look at him at the very least) Uh....ahem....hello....
Doctor Gonzo: Well, come on there son....out with it....spit it out....why are you here? What do you do? who are you with? (The PCW Rep hesitates to answer) Am I speaking another language? Perhaps English isn't your first language?
PCW Rep: Uh....erm....well uh....I just thought, Mister Gonzo, that...
Doctor Gonzo: (Finally looking at the PCW Rep, stands up) *Doctor* Gonzo....I didn't go to three years of "Doctor of Style" school to be called Mister...
PCW Rep: Uh.....right....of course....I'm sorry....
Doctor Gonzo: You should be.... (Puffs cigarette smoke into the rep's face) Now then my dear fellow....what the hell do you want?
PCW Rep: *cough cough* ugh....I'm here to drop off your contract to sign as well as to show you the first card you'll be on...
(The PCW Rep holds out some papers for the Doctor, who slowly picks up a can of disinfectant spray and sprays them, then puts on a glove and grabs the papers. He eyeballs the card for Rapture and spies his name in it:
"Demolition Man (c) vs Damon Warrens vs Doctor Gonzo"
Tossing the papers aside, the Doctor turns back to the rep)
Doctor Gonzo: Ok sunshine, tell me about them...
PCW Rep: ....About who?
Doctor Gonzo: My opponents....Demolition Man and Damon Warrens....what are they like? what do they do? What's their favorite color....come on man, details, details!
PCW Rep: Erm.....well, to be perfectly frank Mis.... (He catches himself) Doctor...I've really no idea who...
Doctor Gonzo: (Grabs the PCW Rep by the jacket and pulls him close) No idea huh?!? No idea?!? A fine how do you do this is! My first match and I don't even know my opponents! Is this some kind of game to you?!? Hmmm?!? Is this Monopoly in your feeble little mind?!?
PCW Rep: Wha....But....I.....now....now see here! (He pulls away from the Doctor) I am merely a representative from the company...I give contracts to sign, and that's that! I don't need too...
Doctor Gonzo: Get out....
PCW Rep: I....I beg your pardon?
Doctor Gonzo: You heard me four eyes, out! O-U-T, out! Out, out, out! (He begins to shove the PCW Rep out the library door and towards the front door) If you can't be of any use to me, I don't need you here! Go! Vamose! Amscray! Make haste! Leave!
PCW Rep: Hey! What?!? But...but you need to sign the contract! (Is now pushed out of the house) I need to see you sign it...
Doctor Gonzo: I'll shoot you an e-mail....now good day to you sir...
PCW Rep: but...
Doctor Gonzo: I SAID GOOD DAY! (Slams the door shut)
Woodworth: He seemed like an interesting fellow doctor...
Doctor Gonzo: If by interesting you mean a lousy, no good, pencil necked slob....
Woodworth: Of course Sir...
Doctor Gonzo: Woodworth, you have a mission...gather up info on my opponents....bring it to me and no one else....if anyone asks any questions...
Woodworth: I know nothing Sir...
Doctor Gonzo: Good...now go....fly like the wind and bring me that information...
(With that, Woodworth nods and exits away as the Doctor turns around and walks back to the library)
Doctor Gonzo: Hmmm....the doctor is now in session....prepare yourself PCW....
End of RP 1
PCW Rep: (More to himself) Well....this is apparently the right address... (To the driver of the limo) don't drive off too far....from the looks of this place, I don't feel too safe here...
(The driver nods in understanding as the rep slowly makes his way past several cows and sheep towards the ranch style house up ahead. As he nears the front door, he takes a quick step and hears a squishing sound underneath his feet. He pauses for a moment, sniffs the air, then lifts up his shoe.....cow crap. Grimacing, he gingerly wipes his foot on the grass and sighs)
PCW Rep: (Grumbling) I *had* to draw the short stick to bring this guy his contract papers....oy....
(Wiping off the cow dung as best as he can, the Rep makes his way to the front door of the ranch and slowly knocks on it. 5 seconds pass, then 10, then 15....no answer. Sighing, the rep bangs on the door, louder and longer this time. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, 15 seconds....still no answer.)
PCW Rep: (Muttering to himself) Of course....it would have been too easy to just answer the door a few seconds after I knock on it....no, this guy has to be a royal pain in the....
(Just before the bad word can escape from his lips, the door abruptly opens, spooking the rep nearly out of his boots. Standing before him is a short, stocky man in a lab coat. He is carrying with him a tray with a glass of gin and tonic, and some Ritz crackers. This is Woodworth, the assistant/toady of the man the rep is looking to see. Woodworth stands silently, staring a hole into the rep, who slowly clears his throat and adjusts his tie)
PCW Rep: ...Ah....hem. Hello.....I'm uh, looking for a.....Mister Gonzo? I'm from the PCW....I just came to drop off his contract to sign...
Woodworth: *Doctor* Gonzo.....is in the library....follow me Sir....
(With that, Woodworth breezes into the house towards the library as the rep shrugs and follows. About 30 seconds later, both men are at the door to the library. Woodworth holds up a hand as if to say "wait....", then knocks on the door twice)
Doctor Gonzo: (From within) Enter.....
(Woodworth opens the door and enters, beckoning the rep to follow. Inside the cluttered library sits Doctor Gonzo, smoking a cigarette being held by a holder, flipping through a worn out and old looking book. He doesn't look up as Woodworth hands him his tray and speaks)
Woodworth: The PCW Representative is here to see you Doctor...
Doctor Gonzo: (Still not looking up) Uh hmm....
PCW Rep: (Expecting Doctor Gonzo to look at him at the very least) Uh....ahem....hello....
Doctor Gonzo: Well, come on there son....out with it....spit it out....why are you here? What do you do? who are you with? (The PCW Rep hesitates to answer) Am I speaking another language? Perhaps English isn't your first language?
PCW Rep: Uh....erm....well uh....I just thought, Mister Gonzo, that...
Doctor Gonzo: (Finally looking at the PCW Rep, stands up) *Doctor* Gonzo....I didn't go to three years of "Doctor of Style" school to be called Mister...
PCW Rep: Uh.....right....of course....I'm sorry....
Doctor Gonzo: You should be.... (Puffs cigarette smoke into the rep's face) Now then my dear fellow....what the hell do you want?
PCW Rep: *cough cough* ugh....I'm here to drop off your contract to sign as well as to show you the first card you'll be on...
(The PCW Rep holds out some papers for the Doctor, who slowly picks up a can of disinfectant spray and sprays them, then puts on a glove and grabs the papers. He eyeballs the card for Rapture and spies his name in it:
"Demolition Man (c) vs Damon Warrens vs Doctor Gonzo"
Tossing the papers aside, the Doctor turns back to the rep)
Doctor Gonzo: Ok sunshine, tell me about them...
PCW Rep: ....About who?
Doctor Gonzo: My opponents....Demolition Man and Damon Warrens....what are they like? what do they do? What's their favorite color....come on man, details, details!
PCW Rep: Erm.....well, to be perfectly frank Mis.... (He catches himself) Doctor...I've really no idea who...
Doctor Gonzo: (Grabs the PCW Rep by the jacket and pulls him close) No idea huh?!? No idea?!? A fine how do you do this is! My first match and I don't even know my opponents! Is this some kind of game to you?!? Hmmm?!? Is this Monopoly in your feeble little mind?!?
PCW Rep: Wha....But....I.....now....now see here! (He pulls away from the Doctor) I am merely a representative from the company...I give contracts to sign, and that's that! I don't need too...
Doctor Gonzo: Get out....
PCW Rep: I....I beg your pardon?
Doctor Gonzo: You heard me four eyes, out! O-U-T, out! Out, out, out! (He begins to shove the PCW Rep out the library door and towards the front door) If you can't be of any use to me, I don't need you here! Go! Vamose! Amscray! Make haste! Leave!
PCW Rep: Hey! What?!? But...but you need to sign the contract! (Is now pushed out of the house) I need to see you sign it...
Doctor Gonzo: I'll shoot you an e-mail....now good day to you sir...
PCW Rep: but...
Doctor Gonzo: I SAID GOOD DAY! (Slams the door shut)
Woodworth: He seemed like an interesting fellow doctor...
Doctor Gonzo: If by interesting you mean a lousy, no good, pencil necked slob....
Woodworth: Of course Sir...
Doctor Gonzo: Woodworth, you have a mission...gather up info on my opponents....bring it to me and no one else....if anyone asks any questions...
Woodworth: I know nothing Sir...
Doctor Gonzo: Good...now go....fly like the wind and bring me that information...
(With that, Woodworth nods and exits away as the Doctor turns around and walks back to the library)
Doctor Gonzo: Hmmm....the doctor is now in session....prepare yourself PCW....
End of RP 1