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WWG => Character Development => Topic started by: Abram Adams on December 10, 2015, 04:41:15 am



Title: The Error of My Ways
Post by: Abram Adams on December 10, 2015, 04:41:15 am
-"I aint gonna say it again man, you smack him one more time im gonna drop bombs on you man dont be messing around here." That once sentence is what it took to wake Abram up out of his sleep. Abrams eyes slowly open, the last visuals he remembers is the ref the raising his hand in victory over Licious and his crew. It is much like patches in time, not fully understanding what is real anymore, as if you start from the beginning and within a moments notice you find yourself at the end. Abram slowly comes to, he rubs his eyes and sees that he is laying on a couch in an unknown house. He sees 4 guys standing over him with blue bandanas on their faces as he quickly goes on the defense, Abram raises up and sits there with a look of uncertainty on his face. What has happened? Is this the proverbial abduction that is plastered all over the news nowadays? Whatever the case may be, Abram assures himself that there is nothing they can take away from him, and if they are believing the rumors of him being weak, they are in for a major surprise. Abram sits there and within a swift change in expression, he flashes that unsettling dead eyed glare he is known for having. The guys still stand there looking at him, they are then called back by a deep raspy voice from the background. The slowly back up and in walks this husky man with crazy hair. As the man gets closer, we see his face flooded with all sorts of tattoos but the one in particular is the smiley face tattooed around his mouth. Abram has seen some pretty dark things in his time, so if it's the intimidation factor this man is going for he is looking for it in the wrong guy. The man gets up close and stares at Abram with wide eyes, Abram just glares but, not budging.-

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-After a few moments the man smiles at Abram.-

Man
"You see, that's what I like about you man, you hard. Solid. No matter who steps to you you just dont care what they think. I knew I saw that in you when we first met last year, you look like you dont remember me which is ok, I aint sweatin' it."

-Abram grows a bit confused but does not break his stare at the man.-

Man
"It took a little while for me and my boys to get to New York but I wasnt about to let you down my man, now I know you didnt place the call but my dude, the way you been rollin' these days just didnt sit right with me. I remember turning on my 80 inch plasma telly and watching you with the strap, I was proud to see you walking around the top dog because I know thats what you always were. I couldnt make it out to your bando out in the sticks, you know when you ran with your crew out there this time last year, but I always wanted to find a way to make it out there."

Abram
"You...know me?"

Man
"Do I know you...are you for real? I was locked up when you had my brother Draven with you, I wanted to be there with you guys man but I just couldnt make that happen. Yeah man, my brother, he was loyal to you, he wouldve done anything for you but things just happen and after what I heard happened to him, man, lets be honest, it just didnt sit right."

-Abram slowly nods, this can get ugly fast.-

Abram
"So revenge, is that it? You want to accuse me of Dravens disappearance and this entire ploy was to exact your vengeance down on my head? Well, I am here, do what you think is necessary."


-After a moment the man starts laughing.-

Man
"This is why I like you! You never back down! I dont want revenge, you didnt do anything, if I wanted you out I wouldnt have helped you against that pretty boy punk Licious. Nah, my brother was crazy I understand that I mean it runs in the family, so whatever he did to himself on that night was up to him, you had nothing to do with it. All I am tryin' to do here is make it how it was supposed to be then, if I were around, it all wouldnt of gone down that way. I get it, you had to cash in, you had to do you and make it right with what you wanted, you got the strap, you a legend in the biz, but now I want it to be how it all was supposed to be."

Abram
"I do not understand why you think I was always the type to run around with gang members who possibly do and sell drugs. Given your knowledge of what I once was I understand you are more than likely the brother of Draven but given certain circumstances and the place I am, this looks to me as if it is nothing more than gang territory. I am not a gang member, I am not affiliated with anything like that."

Man
"We aint no gang my dude, we just a bunch of guys that strayed out one time in our life, we made some bad choices and we were cast out of acceptable society. They dont want us man, so we had to be the aggressors in order to make it by just one more day. Look, I wont lie, I am stacked, I got mines, my cash is flooded, and the way I talk I understand I cant hang with your vocab, but I also understand that you accept people like us."

Abram
"People like you?"

Man
"The freaks man, the outcasts, the ones that normal people wouldnt look twice at and would scurry across the road just to get out the way. You man, you are the one that comes along and makes us all feel like we matter, you lead us and give us some sort of purpose, you saved my brother from a damn circus my dude, and he was willing to take himself out of the game because he felt that was what you wanted. All im trying to do is return the favor, everyone falls and over the past few months you been fallin' man you been fallin' far and hard. It's time to help you out, it's time you go back to what made you love the outcasts because deep down you know you are one. No matter what you look like, no matter how fancy you dress or how impressive your vocab skills are, you a freak Abe, just like us."

-Abram contemplates and realizes one distinct thing, this man is right. Abram has lost touch with what he truly is and somehow this man is slowly making him realize it.-

Abram
"So...I dont even know your name."

Man
"My name is Jason man, Jason Hale but I go by Hale Storm."

Abram
"And these guys?"

Jason
"These my goons, they hate it when I call them that but they loyal, you'll learn about them later. So what do you say Abe, you wanna roll the dice? You with us?"

-Abram sits there and then stands up. He slowly nods.-

Abram
"Never once did I think someone like you would make me understand what I have lost touch with. As unorthodoxt as this is I cant help but realize that you make a few very valid points, it's time to go back to what I once was, and most importantly it's time to make it right by your brother. So, a few things here, for starters I refuse to call you Hale Storm, you can have that nickname all you like but I will not address you by it. Secondly, we need a new place, this "bando" as you call it just will not do."

-Jason laughs and starts spazzing out.-

Jason
"That's what I love about you man! You all fancy and you make it 100 round here!"

Abram
"Right. So...what now?"

-Camera fades-

TO BE CONTINUED