Post by jt on Jul 28, 2005 17:01:55 GMT 10
The scene is set in a casino. People seem to be dressed up for the occassion. The focus turns to one of the tables, with one man talking to the other. The man who is talking has a blue suit on, slick black hair and seems to be negotiating. He has two men standing behind him, who seem to be body guards or something ala. The other man is hard to see, as his back is facing the camera.
Slick Guy: So, that's what I have to offer to you. I can see your potential, and that you'd be a great asset to the team.. that's why I brought you to this fancy place. And I know that it's a second home to you.
The camera slowly moves around the table as the man talks.
Slick Guy: .. no reaction? Man, you gotta tell me now.. are you in or not?
The body guards snicker. And by this time, you can see that the man who is being spoken to has dark brown hair with blonde tips. He's in a grey suit, that seems to look a bit rugged, and he has a cigar clenched between his teeth. He smiles.
Man: Pssh. Your deal wasn't even worth my time considering.
The slick guy looks a little offended, and the body guards seem aggrovated somewhat.
Man: Your proposition is a little offensive to me. I'm worth more than that. You're asking for some of the JT Factor. It aint happenin'. I've got a good deal now, run by a few shitbreaks I believe. But they're rich shitbreaks, and worth my time.
Slick Guy: You're just asking for it aren't ya, Mr. JT?
The two body guards have moved around to the side of the table where "Mr. JT" is sitting. They snicker again, and look like they're ready to hurt somebody.
"Mr. JT": I ask no questions, punk.
With that, "Mr. JT" grabs one of the body guards and throws him on the table. He slides along it and makes cards and chips fly in the process. The other body guard takes a swing at "Mr. JT" who dodges it, grabs him and hits the Roll Of The Dice (Unprettier) on him.
"Mr. JT": Comperende, beetch?
The slick guy gulps as sweat breaks out across his brow.
Slick Guy: .. y-y-yes.
"Mr. JT": .. good.
The scene fades with "Mr. JT" slapping the slick guy on the back and exiting the casino.
Slick Guy: So, that's what I have to offer to you. I can see your potential, and that you'd be a great asset to the team.. that's why I brought you to this fancy place. And I know that it's a second home to you.
The camera slowly moves around the table as the man talks.
Slick Guy: .. no reaction? Man, you gotta tell me now.. are you in or not?
The body guards snicker. And by this time, you can see that the man who is being spoken to has dark brown hair with blonde tips. He's in a grey suit, that seems to look a bit rugged, and he has a cigar clenched between his teeth. He smiles.
Man: Pssh. Your deal wasn't even worth my time considering.
The slick guy looks a little offended, and the body guards seem aggrovated somewhat.
Man: Your proposition is a little offensive to me. I'm worth more than that. You're asking for some of the JT Factor. It aint happenin'. I've got a good deal now, run by a few shitbreaks I believe. But they're rich shitbreaks, and worth my time.
Slick Guy: You're just asking for it aren't ya, Mr. JT?
The two body guards have moved around to the side of the table where "Mr. JT" is sitting. They snicker again, and look like they're ready to hurt somebody.
"Mr. JT": I ask no questions, punk.
With that, "Mr. JT" grabs one of the body guards and throws him on the table. He slides along it and makes cards and chips fly in the process. The other body guard takes a swing at "Mr. JT" who dodges it, grabs him and hits the Roll Of The Dice (Unprettier) on him.
"Mr. JT": Comperende, beetch?
The slick guy gulps as sweat breaks out across his brow.
Slick Guy: .. y-y-yes.
"Mr. JT": .. good.
The scene fades with "Mr. JT" slapping the slick guy on the back and exiting the casino.