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[emperor_cowboy]

[Video]

[The screen flickers on, with an obviously sleeping figure, resting upon an old chair. One Hol Horse seems rather content in his slumber. Yet as luck would have it, the blond shifts in the chair and in an overly ungraceful manner, simply falls right onto the floor. Jerking awake, he glances about, almost scared. Standing up and reaching over to pick up the device he's met with the wonderful greeting of being shocked.]

SON OF A--

[Thankfully, he clasps his wrist out of frustration and drops the recorder falls to the floor and shuts itself off.]

Comments

[bluecorp-ceo.livejournal.com]

Something problematic?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Who the hell are you?

[bluecorp-ceo.livejournal.com]

You wish to know the title of my personage?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

I might've, but clearly it's not worth the time.

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Well, that sucks.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Morning, sunshine.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Morning-- OH! Yes.


MORNING.

And.. and..? You are?

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Take it easy...

Man, that shock must have effected you pretty badly. ...or are you not completely awake yet?

Liz. What's it to you?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Stop. Stop right there.








Liz? Liz? Is that your name?

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

What?







No. It's Lucy Lawless. -- Yes, it's my name, you idiot! It's my nickname.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Liz?

... okay... backup.... Lucy?

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Liz. Short for Elizabeth Thompson.

... No. Go back to the part where I wasn't being sarcastic. Geez, are you always this out of it?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

...


So... Your name is "Liz" but you're going by "Lucy" ... wait?





... Okay, so nevermind!

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Good. Now we're on the same page.

So. You got a name?

ooc: I fail at tags so bad this week D:

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

'Course.

Hol Horse.

There, there.

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Hol Horse.

... Well, I've heard stranger names.

Nice to meet you.

Forgive me for my fail!

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Hm? Unique names come for unique individuals.

I suppose it's nice to meet you... over this talking network thing.

Buy me a drink?

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? What makes you so unique?

Sure.

Oh I suppose...

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Ah, such things cannot be described by mere words. I would have to show you.

You're forgiven~

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Then do it.

Sweet!

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

... Sure thing.

I'll get right on that.

[He clears his throat and fumbles with the device... before speaking again.]

In person.

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

You'll really do it?

Fine. Then all I need is a time and a place.

Be careful, though... If this is just a way of cheating a trusting and beautiful young lady out of her youth, then I might just have to cut you.

[Sorry, Hol. It's only a warning shot; as long as you play your cards right.]

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Why I would never do such a thing! You can trust me that not a finger shall be placed upon you.

A time and place... I can't exactly say my watch's time is in sync with this place... so perhaps meet me tomorrow.

Near the hospital.

[spectrophobic.livejournal.com]

Hey, you can never be too careful in a place like this. And believe me, I'm used to growing up in a rough neighborhood anyway. It's nothing personal.

That said, it's good news for the both of us that way.

Tomorrow near the hospital, huh...

All right. It's a date.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Why I can completely understand.

I'll look forward to it.

[jarate-master.livejournal.com]

*Sniper laughs at you, Hol.*

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Excuse me?

[jarate-master.livejournal.com]

Bad day, mate?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Bad day, you say?

Eh, hardly!

[jarate-master.livejournal.com]

Looks like a bloody bad start, at least!

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

A bad start?

A BAD START?

FAH~! Hardly. Lemme tell 'ya there, bud... this ain't nothingi to bad stards....

[jarate-master.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, wot's th'worst ya've 'ad, then? Try wakin' up with an angry lion in your face!

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

An angry lion?







BAH! An angry lion ya say?!!

Y'amuse me there, bud.

[jarate-master.livejournal.com]

Or, y'know, enemy fire. That's bloody bad, too.

Wot's your name, mate? Y'seem like th'entertainin' type.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Hn! Name's Hol Horse.

I reckon' y'know yer territory?

[jarate-master.livejournal.com]

Y'can call me Sniper.

'Course I do. It's a sniper's job t'know 'is surroundings.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Alright.


Alright "Sniper"... can I rely on you as a comrade????

[jarate-master.livejournal.com]

I don't see why not. So long as you're not a spy, Hol.

Then I'd have t'gut ya.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

A spy? HAH. A spy you say?!

I am no one's spy... trust me with this...



I am as reliable... as your next door friend.....

[jarate-master.livejournal.com]

Don't 'ave a lotta friends, mate. Professional'n all.