[EARTHQUAKE] Sahwit and Gant in "The Caped Crusader"
((This is a self-RP taking place on the 13th, the day after the earthquake. Sahwit was NPCed by me.))
Gant: *Gant is on the prowl, roaming the streets of L.A. looking for his fellow inmates. He has been searching fruitlessly for almost a day by now, but he remains upbeat. His feet take him away from the greater damage in the downtown area, knowing that the visible presence of police will deter his quarry. He himself has yet to be forcibly reminded of his status as an escaped convict; the few officers he has come face to face with have failed to recognise him without his trademark hairstyle, flattened by the water, and his spectacles, still on his towel.*
Sahwit: *Gant was certainly right about the downtown area. Frank Sahwit paused only long enough to loot a damaged jeweller's shop before continuing on toward the suburbs. He is currently set up on a main road, pedelling his wares from the jeweller. He needs money for a train ticket far, far away.* Sir, hey sir, you like a watch? Genuine Rolex watch, I have them here, oh yes! See how shiny! Genuine Rolex, only $20!
Gant: *Gant stops. His old neighbour's sheer gall is something of a surprise after all this time taking him for a wallflower. Is he really so obtuse as to not recognise the greatest personality in the prison? Gant staaaaaaares.*
*And staaaaaaaaaaares.*
Sahwit: *And finally, too late, recognition dawns* Oh-- Ohhhhhhhh. *He flinches so violently, his toupee lands lopsided.* I-- you-- you are...
Gant: Yes. I am vengeance. I am the night. I am Batman!
*He lets that hang in the air for a moment as the little Indian man sweats bullets*
*A long moment.*
*At last he breaks out in a grin, and chortles* Ho ho ho! I'm only joshing you, my boy!
Sahwit: *He rejoins in the laughter, nervously. He has never gotten used to the big orange giant's sense of humour.* No harm done, then. I wish you very much luck with your freedom, sir.
Gant: Freedom? Ho ho ho! That's a good one, Franky! I'm still arresting you in the name of the law.
*With that declaration, he dives on the smaller man, an action lent a sweeping grandeur by his makeshift cape*
Sahwit: *Frank struggles, but he is no match for Gant, and in short order he finds himself lashed hand and foot by intertwined Rolex watches, and bereft of his toupee, besides.*
Gant: Another one off the streets! All in a day's work! *Grabbing his captive by the collar, he drags him along until he finds a pay phone. Lacking a quarter, he chooses to dial 911* Hello, 911? I've got an emergency. One of those convicts from Bloodspill is in this booth. Better send the police on the double! Ho ho ho! *He hangs up the receiver before the dispatcher can question this 'emergency' further, and pats Sahwit's bald head*
I'll see you back in prison.
*With that, he spreads his cape and disappears into the night daylight.*
Gant: *Gant is on the prowl, roaming the streets of L.A. looking for his fellow inmates. He has been searching fruitlessly for almost a day by now, but he remains upbeat. His feet take him away from the greater damage in the downtown area, knowing that the visible presence of police will deter his quarry. He himself has yet to be forcibly reminded of his status as an escaped convict; the few officers he has come face to face with have failed to recognise him without his trademark hairstyle, flattened by the water, and his spectacles, still on his towel.*
Sahwit: *Gant was certainly right about the downtown area. Frank Sahwit paused only long enough to loot a damaged jeweller's shop before continuing on toward the suburbs. He is currently set up on a main road, pedelling his wares from the jeweller. He needs money for a train ticket far, far away.* Sir, hey sir, you like a watch? Genuine Rolex watch, I have them here, oh yes! See how shiny! Genuine Rolex, only $20!
Gant: *Gant stops. His old neighbour's sheer gall is something of a surprise after all this time taking him for a wallflower. Is he really so obtuse as to not recognise the greatest personality in the prison? Gant staaaaaaares.*
*And staaaaaaaaaaares.*
Sahwit: *And finally, too late, recognition dawns* Oh-- Ohhhhhhhh. *He flinches so violently, his toupee lands lopsided.* I-- you-- you are...
Gant: Yes. I am vengeance. I am the night. I am Batman!
*He lets that hang in the air for a moment as the little Indian man sweats bullets*
*A long moment.*
*At last he breaks out in a grin, and chortles* Ho ho ho! I'm only joshing you, my boy!
Sahwit: *He rejoins in the laughter, nervously. He has never gotten used to the big orange giant's sense of humour.* No harm done, then. I wish you very much luck with your freedom, sir.
Gant: Freedom? Ho ho ho! That's a good one, Franky! I'm still arresting you in the name of the law.
*With that declaration, he dives on the smaller man, an action lent a sweeping grandeur by his makeshift cape*
Sahwit: *Frank struggles, but he is no match for Gant, and in short order he finds himself lashed hand and foot by intertwined Rolex watches, and bereft of his toupee, besides.*
Gant: Another one off the streets! All in a day's work! *Grabbing his captive by the collar, he drags him along until he finds a pay phone. Lacking a quarter, he chooses to dial 911* Hello, 911? I've got an emergency. One of those convicts from Bloodspill is in this booth. Better send the police on the double! Ho ho ho! *He hangs up the receiver before the dispatcher can question this 'emergency' further, and pats Sahwit's bald head*
I'll see you back in prison.
*With that, he spreads his cape and disappears into the night daylight.*