Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Apr 25, 2016 10:41:11 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a lobby of some sorts. It is eerily quiet and dimly lit, with several booths lining up the sides of the room. In each booth, there is a couple of chairs and a couple of phones lined next to a video screen. In the middle of the room in the back, in between the booths, sits a glassed room, with a guard sitting in the chair, watching some cameras.
In one of the booths, toward the middle of the room, a familiar face is sitting in one of the chairs, a sad look on his face. He stares at the video screen for a few moments before it flashes to life, a small countdown clock at the bottom of the screen, scheduling twenty minutes for the call.
On the other end of the screen, an individual with a spiky green mohawk and eyebrow and lip piercing comes into focus. His normal wardrobe has been replace by prison orange. A tired look is on the face of the other individual as he picks up the phone and motions for the other person to do the same.
"Hey, Ty."
The individual on the side of all the booths is finally revealed to be Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. His blonde hair is brushed nicely and tied in a ponytail behind him. His face still has a little bit of a sad look on him as he starts to speak inside the receiver.
"Tommy, how in the hell do you always get in these situations? It seems like there is something always happening to you."
A sigh can be heard from Tyrone's younger brother's lips as he shakes his head furiously, the countdown timer reaching 19 minutes.
"I didn't do anything! That girl set me up. You have to believe me, okay? I swear I didn't do ANYTHING to that girl."
An awkward silence can be heard for a second before The Crazy One speaks up, looking around to make sure no one is really listening.
"Yes, you've said this before, and I've heard enough from people and everything to believe that you didn't do anything, but you wouldn't BE in this situation in the first place if you wasn't hanging out with that girl in the first place!"
A chuckle can be heard escaping from the lips of his younger brother.
"You know I know the family. She's one of mom's best friend's daughter. She was just lonely and I wanted to act like a big brother to her. I just can't believe things turned out for the worst so quickly."
The countdown is down to 16 minutes as Crazy Boy nods his head, a loud sigh escaping his lips.
"Yes, I know the story. I've heard it before. Thing is, she's 14. You know how a 14 year old can be. We were 14 at one time and we weren't the best kids in the world. I mean, it was nothing like this, but we had our share of troubles. And you know she had some problems in the past, and you were the best available option to put down."
Tommy closes his eyes, a thoughtful look appearing on his face. As a frown burrows on his face, he opens up his eyes, glaring at his brother.
"Let's not bring up her past, please. It's just something that just doesn't need to be said. I just want to get this over with and hopefully get out of this with the lightest sentence possible. I'm tired of sitting in here man. I want to get out of here and hopefully get my life back in order."
The Crazy One just nods his head slowly, sincerity oozing from his voice.
"We'll get through this. I think there is enough evidence where you can hopefully get out of this unscathed. What has your lawyer said to you?"
That gets Tommy riled up as he growls in the phone.
"I haven't even had a chance to TALK to my lawyer. They said I can't talk to him until I get a court date or indicted. Something like that. I'm not sure. But I haven't even had a chance to talk to my lawyer yet."
Tyrone blinks in surprise, the countdown timer going down to 12 minutes.
"I don't know that much about law or anything like that, but I'm sure you should be able to talk to your lawyer to get details hashed out. I'll look into that for you. Something doesn't sound right in that aspect."
Tommy can only nod as he grips the phone tightly and continues to speak.
"Thanks man. How's PCW treating you? Anything worthwhile going on? I can't exactly watch that much TV locked up."
Crazy Boy just shrugs his shoulders and looks at the countdown, moving closer to 10 minutes remaining.
"Same ol' Same ol'. I'm winning some, losing some. I had chance at titles that I failed at and once again, I lose an Icemann Invitational Tournament match. I can never seem to get past the first round in these tournaments."
Tommy laughs half-heartedly as he looks behind him, some of the other inmates walking into the area to approach other booths or talk amongst themselves.
"Yeah, you are like zero for forever in that tournament. I don't think you've EVER made it past the first round. Your luck has to go in your favor ONE day, eh?"
The Crazy One let's out what is a growl and a half chuckle at once as he just glares at his brother over the video screen.
"Way to bring up old wounds, Tommy. I have a feeling this time will be different. Yes, I lost my match to Jury, but I'm in the last chance battle royale. I win that and I finally get a win in this tournament and move on to the second round. My luck does have to turn around one day, and I have a feeling it will this time."
The countdown winds down to about 5 minutes as the lobby starts to fill up some more, other visitors talking to their friends and family currently locked up. Tyrone moves a little closer to the screen, trying to drown out the sound behind him.
"You'll get there, brohan. Just focus on the task and hand and you will finally get that chip off of your shoulder. You can't lose in this tournament forever."
"Yeah, I know. I'll get that monkey off my back, as one would say. I have a lot to prove, even at my point in my career. I want to show that this old dog has a few tricks up his sleeve. I don't want to be known as a has-been."
"Just go out there and do what I know you are capable of. I've seen you at your best and your worst. I know that you can beat anyone at anytime as long as you put your mind to it. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine in here. I've got a few people to talk to and books to read. I go to the gym daily. I keep myself occupied. I know that sometimes you let things get to you and it keeps your mind unfocused on the task at hand, but I assure you, you don't have to worry about me. We'll get through this. I want you to go out there and do what I KNOW you can do."
The countdown reaches under a minute as Tyrone sits there, quickly going through some thoughts in his mind.
"Thanks, Tommy. That makes me feel better knowing that you are okay in here. I know you want to get out, but one step at a time. I'll talk to your lawyer and see about your bond and everything and see if I can get you out of here sooner, but right now the task in hand is to go out there and get this thorn out of my side. I NEED to win this. I don't want to be known as the person that can't get past the first round of the Icemann Invitational. I don't know how many more of these I'll be able to do, so I need to go out there and win, no matter what."
The countdown reaches zero as Tommy quickly waves goodbye as the screen starts to fade to black on his side. Crazy Boy sits there for a moment, letting everything sink in as he stands up from his booth and looks around at the lobby, people talking to other inmates. Crazy Boy sighs and shakes his head, still wondering how his younger brother got into this situation in the first place as he walks through the main lobby, walking past a couple of police officers talking to a couple as he walks out the door, the sunlight beaming down on the sidewalk.
The Crazy One quickly puts on a pair of sunglasses and walks to his car. He slides in and cranks it up, sitting there for a moment before speeding out of the parking lot, letting his promo end.
Static and fade.
End.
In one of the booths, toward the middle of the room, a familiar face is sitting in one of the chairs, a sad look on his face. He stares at the video screen for a few moments before it flashes to life, a small countdown clock at the bottom of the screen, scheduling twenty minutes for the call.
On the other end of the screen, an individual with a spiky green mohawk and eyebrow and lip piercing comes into focus. His normal wardrobe has been replace by prison orange. A tired look is on the face of the other individual as he picks up the phone and motions for the other person to do the same.
"Hey, Ty."
The individual on the side of all the booths is finally revealed to be Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. His blonde hair is brushed nicely and tied in a ponytail behind him. His face still has a little bit of a sad look on him as he starts to speak inside the receiver.
"Tommy, how in the hell do you always get in these situations? It seems like there is something always happening to you."
A sigh can be heard from Tyrone's younger brother's lips as he shakes his head furiously, the countdown timer reaching 19 minutes.
"I didn't do anything! That girl set me up. You have to believe me, okay? I swear I didn't do ANYTHING to that girl."
An awkward silence can be heard for a second before The Crazy One speaks up, looking around to make sure no one is really listening.
"Yes, you've said this before, and I've heard enough from people and everything to believe that you didn't do anything, but you wouldn't BE in this situation in the first place if you wasn't hanging out with that girl in the first place!"
A chuckle can be heard escaping from the lips of his younger brother.
"You know I know the family. She's one of mom's best friend's daughter. She was just lonely and I wanted to act like a big brother to her. I just can't believe things turned out for the worst so quickly."
The countdown is down to 16 minutes as Crazy Boy nods his head, a loud sigh escaping his lips.
"Yes, I know the story. I've heard it before. Thing is, she's 14. You know how a 14 year old can be. We were 14 at one time and we weren't the best kids in the world. I mean, it was nothing like this, but we had our share of troubles. And you know she had some problems in the past, and you were the best available option to put down."
Tommy closes his eyes, a thoughtful look appearing on his face. As a frown burrows on his face, he opens up his eyes, glaring at his brother.
"Let's not bring up her past, please. It's just something that just doesn't need to be said. I just want to get this over with and hopefully get out of this with the lightest sentence possible. I'm tired of sitting in here man. I want to get out of here and hopefully get my life back in order."
The Crazy One just nods his head slowly, sincerity oozing from his voice.
"We'll get through this. I think there is enough evidence where you can hopefully get out of this unscathed. What has your lawyer said to you?"
That gets Tommy riled up as he growls in the phone.
"I haven't even had a chance to TALK to my lawyer. They said I can't talk to him until I get a court date or indicted. Something like that. I'm not sure. But I haven't even had a chance to talk to my lawyer yet."
Tyrone blinks in surprise, the countdown timer going down to 12 minutes.
"I don't know that much about law or anything like that, but I'm sure you should be able to talk to your lawyer to get details hashed out. I'll look into that for you. Something doesn't sound right in that aspect."
Tommy can only nod as he grips the phone tightly and continues to speak.
"Thanks man. How's PCW treating you? Anything worthwhile going on? I can't exactly watch that much TV locked up."
Crazy Boy just shrugs his shoulders and looks at the countdown, moving closer to 10 minutes remaining.
"Same ol' Same ol'. I'm winning some, losing some. I had chance at titles that I failed at and once again, I lose an Icemann Invitational Tournament match. I can never seem to get past the first round in these tournaments."
Tommy laughs half-heartedly as he looks behind him, some of the other inmates walking into the area to approach other booths or talk amongst themselves.
"Yeah, you are like zero for forever in that tournament. I don't think you've EVER made it past the first round. Your luck has to go in your favor ONE day, eh?"
The Crazy One let's out what is a growl and a half chuckle at once as he just glares at his brother over the video screen.
"Way to bring up old wounds, Tommy. I have a feeling this time will be different. Yes, I lost my match to Jury, but I'm in the last chance battle royale. I win that and I finally get a win in this tournament and move on to the second round. My luck does have to turn around one day, and I have a feeling it will this time."
The countdown winds down to about 5 minutes as the lobby starts to fill up some more, other visitors talking to their friends and family currently locked up. Tyrone moves a little closer to the screen, trying to drown out the sound behind him.
"You'll get there, brohan. Just focus on the task and hand and you will finally get that chip off of your shoulder. You can't lose in this tournament forever."
"Yeah, I know. I'll get that monkey off my back, as one would say. I have a lot to prove, even at my point in my career. I want to show that this old dog has a few tricks up his sleeve. I don't want to be known as a has-been."
"Just go out there and do what I know you are capable of. I've seen you at your best and your worst. I know that you can beat anyone at anytime as long as you put your mind to it. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine in here. I've got a few people to talk to and books to read. I go to the gym daily. I keep myself occupied. I know that sometimes you let things get to you and it keeps your mind unfocused on the task at hand, but I assure you, you don't have to worry about me. We'll get through this. I want you to go out there and do what I KNOW you can do."
The countdown reaches under a minute as Tyrone sits there, quickly going through some thoughts in his mind.
"Thanks, Tommy. That makes me feel better knowing that you are okay in here. I know you want to get out, but one step at a time. I'll talk to your lawyer and see about your bond and everything and see if I can get you out of here sooner, but right now the task in hand is to go out there and get this thorn out of my side. I NEED to win this. I don't want to be known as the person that can't get past the first round of the Icemann Invitational. I don't know how many more of these I'll be able to do, so I need to go out there and win, no matter what."
The countdown reaches zero as Tommy quickly waves goodbye as the screen starts to fade to black on his side. Crazy Boy sits there for a moment, letting everything sink in as he stands up from his booth and looks around at the lobby, people talking to other inmates. Crazy Boy sighs and shakes his head, still wondering how his younger brother got into this situation in the first place as he walks through the main lobby, walking past a couple of police officers talking to a couple as he walks out the door, the sunlight beaming down on the sidewalk.
The Crazy One quickly puts on a pair of sunglasses and walks to his car. He slides in and cranks it up, sitting there for a moment before speeding out of the parking lot, letting his promo end.
Static and fade.
End.