Post by alpluachra on May 27, 2016 4:00:48 GMT
A dark room, lit by early morning light struggling to break through the curtains. The room is, for all intents and purposes practically still pitch black. A phone starts to ring out. A small silhouette sits up in bed. They put on Cat Sith’s mask, which sits on the bedside table. Cat answers the phone.
Cat: “Hello.
Where?
What? What time is it?
Why did you wake me up? I’m… Can’t someone else deal with this?
I’ll…I’m coming.”
Cat turns on the light. She sits on the side of her hotel room, staring into the mid-distance. The rumble of a passing construction team outside practically shakes the room. She lets out a low grumble, followed by a Japanese profanity muttered to no one in particular.
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A large Mexican man is launched across the bar like a lawn dart, crashing hard into the side of pool table. He falls down into a crumpled up mess. A bearded old man smokes a rolled cigarette, whilst drunkenly leaning on the bar. He watches on as Alpluachra chokes out some dude with his boot on his throat. Someone tries to attack Alpluachra with a broken bottle of Heineken, Alpluachra grabs the guys hand and crushes it – breaking the glass into his hand. Alpluachra lets out a grunt – the man lets out a howl. Alpluachra delivers a series of heavy right hands, with his foot still on the other guys throat.
A flurry of heavy footsteps are heard bellowing from above, before making their way down the stairs and out of a side door steps the biggest hairiest angriest looking man in the whole of North and Central America in a wife-beater, grey yoga pants and nothing else. It’s a wonder he managed to fit into the room, never mind the door. It was like watching a cat fit into a milk bottle. Alpluachra lets go of his two earlier assailants and the two begin to circle each other like a pair of frisky cats in heat. Suddenly the front door bursts open, harsh daylight bursting i behind Cat's silhouette - the light burning Alpluacra's tired eyes. A growl runbles from behind him. His fists tighten.
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In the back of the cab, Alpluachra stares down at his hands at blood drips from his face onto them. The cabbie shoots a look of bemused horror in his direction. Cat practically laughs it off.
"You should see the state the other man is in."
The rest is silence.
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That awkward silence continues into the hotel room, Alpluachra lying on his bed. Cat stood over him.
"A piece of advic for you. Keep it in your pants!"
Alpluachra looks up confused at the domineering woman who doesn't blink.
"What I'm saying is. We don't need this. From now until we head to GOL, you keep your fecking head down and keep your nose clean. Stay out of trouble, okay? Stay in this room if you have to!"
Cat storms towards the door before stopping.
"Why waste a beating on the locals? Save it for the ring! Show these tourists the meaning of pride!"
Alpluachra nods. Cat Sìth leaves. The room is silent. The giant sleeps. A truck reverses outside.
Cat: “Hello.
Where?
What? What time is it?
Why did you wake me up? I’m… Can’t someone else deal with this?
I’ll…I’m coming.”
Cat turns on the light. She sits on the side of her hotel room, staring into the mid-distance. The rumble of a passing construction team outside practically shakes the room. She lets out a low grumble, followed by a Japanese profanity muttered to no one in particular.
-
A large Mexican man is launched across the bar like a lawn dart, crashing hard into the side of pool table. He falls down into a crumpled up mess. A bearded old man smokes a rolled cigarette, whilst drunkenly leaning on the bar. He watches on as Alpluachra chokes out some dude with his boot on his throat. Someone tries to attack Alpluachra with a broken bottle of Heineken, Alpluachra grabs the guys hand and crushes it – breaking the glass into his hand. Alpluachra lets out a grunt – the man lets out a howl. Alpluachra delivers a series of heavy right hands, with his foot still on the other guys throat.
A flurry of heavy footsteps are heard bellowing from above, before making their way down the stairs and out of a side door steps the biggest hairiest angriest looking man in the whole of North and Central America in a wife-beater, grey yoga pants and nothing else. It’s a wonder he managed to fit into the room, never mind the door. It was like watching a cat fit into a milk bottle. Alpluachra lets go of his two earlier assailants and the two begin to circle each other like a pair of frisky cats in heat. Suddenly the front door bursts open, harsh daylight bursting i behind Cat's silhouette - the light burning Alpluacra's tired eyes. A growl runbles from behind him. His fists tighten.
---
In the back of the cab, Alpluachra stares down at his hands at blood drips from his face onto them. The cabbie shoots a look of bemused horror in his direction. Cat practically laughs it off.
"You should see the state the other man is in."
The rest is silence.
------
That awkward silence continues into the hotel room, Alpluachra lying on his bed. Cat stood over him.
"A piece of advic for you. Keep it in your pants!"
Alpluachra looks up confused at the domineering woman who doesn't blink.
"What I'm saying is. We don't need this. From now until we head to GOL, you keep your fecking head down and keep your nose clean. Stay out of trouble, okay? Stay in this room if you have to!"
Cat storms towards the door before stopping.
"Why waste a beating on the locals? Save it for the ring! Show these tourists the meaning of pride!"
Alpluachra nods. Cat Sìth leaves. The room is silent. The giant sleeps. A truck reverses outside.