((SCENE: Wellington and Matt))
Wellington: *It's open cell hour, the cell doors are left open so prisoners can spend their time as they please. The block is mostly cleared as many inmates choose the time to stretch their legs or just visit the library. However, some choose to remain in their cells. Wellington stood before the sink in his, brooding and glaring at the mirror, at the fading bruises on his face. His grip on the edge of the metal sink tightened as he thought about how Matt and Mimi had been laughing at him lately, and how everything Matt seemed to say or do to him had been nothing short of degrading. He stood that way for several more minutes, his anger boiling more and more intensely until finally he forcefully turned away from the sink and stalked out of his cell. It may not have worked before, but he knew he had to try again. He had to get rid of Matt. So he made his way down the hall until he found the nearest fire extinguisher, removed it from the wall, and made his way towards Matt's cell. He gripped the heavy canister tightly and stepped lightly until he came to the open door of Matt's cell. He leaned towards it and cautiously looked inside, holding his breath so he wouldn't make a sound.*
Matt: *Sitting cross legged on his bed with his head in his hand, Matt sighs softly, looking down at his old motorcycle magazine. He feels very bored, but really doesn't want to go out and do anything right now, not after learning that Global Studios was messing up again from Cody.*
Wellington: *Knowing he won't get a better chance, he quietly enters the cell. He raises the extinguisher over his shoulder, arms shaking with adrenaline and anger. He creeps closer and closer until he's finally within striking distance, his shadow falling over Matt's magazine. Finally, he swings the canister sideways as hard as he can towards Matt's head.*
Matt: *Sees the shadow cover up his magazine and glances up, looking over his shoulder. His eyes widening, he throws himself backwards on the bed, glad for his quick reflexes from being an action star. Gritting his teeth and just missing getting hit, he glares at Wellington, almost unable to believe the smaller man has the balls to attack him, he kicks out with his foot to push Wellington (and the heavy fire extinguisher) away.*
Wellington: *Stumbles backwards from the weight of the missed swing and Matt's kick until his back hits the wall, then he recovers his footing and grips the extinguisher tightly* You... hold STILL! Nobody gets away with treating ME like some lower-class nobody. I've had enough! I'm going to crack your skull like an egg.
Matt: What the fuck! Stop it! *Sees Wellington's grip tighten and he quickly slides down on the bed, moving to stand up.*
Wellington: *pauses, then grins at Matt* Once I get rid of you, nobody's going to look down on me anymore. Even Mimi will have no choice but to respect me.
Matt: *Stands up quickly, taking a few steps away from Wellington until they stand on opposite sides of his cell. Though he glances to the open door, he decides to stay and teach Wellington yet another lesson. He mimics the other man's grin.* Sorry, Welly, but even if you could take me out, no one would ever respect you. Especially Mimi.
Wellington: *Catches Matt looking at the door and moves to stand between him and the exit. He narrows his eyes and clenches his teeth at Matt's comment, but after a moment he smirks and shrugs a shoulder.* I think there's only one way to find out, don't you? *starts moving towards Matt*
Matt: *Tenses, waiting for Wellington to make a move.* You don't have any idea what you are doing...
Wellington: I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm solving a problem. *lunges forward and swings it sideways at him again*
Matt: *Jumps backwards, pressing himself against the wall to avoid the hit before he moves to his left, circling him.*
Wellington: *growls and almost loses his hold of the extinguisher, but manages to hold onto it and follows Matt* Why do you keep MOVING? Just give up!
Matt: Are you crazy? I don't want to get my brains bashed out, idiot!
Wellington: Just shut up!! I'm going to put you down! *steps to the side and moves in on Matt so the man is cornered, then smirks and raises the fire extinguisher high above his head, ready to swing it down onto Matt's skull*
Matt: *Knowing that he is cornered, he spots his only chance to get out of the situation unharmed. Looking straight at Wellington, he charges forward, aiming to knock him over.*
Wellington: *Not expecting Matt's sudden strike, Wellington stumbles back a step before Matt slams against his chest. The heavy fire extinguisher slips from his grip, and falls straight down... onto Wellington's head. Wellington's eyes go wide and he makes a short gasp before he collapses forward, the extinguisher clattering loudly against the floor.*
Matt: *In Matt's haste to get Wellington out of his way, he doesn't notice that anything is wrong until he hears the clattering of the fire extinguisher on the floor. Wellington suddenly slumps onto him and not expecting that sudden weight, Matt nearly falls backwards but manages to catch them both. Pausing, he stands still, glancing down at the man in his arms before he releases him, letting him fall to the ground unceremoniously. Smoothing out his jacket, he prods Wellington's arm with his foot, wondering if he is even still alive.*
Wellington: *Doesn't respond to Matt's prodding, and he isn't moving at all except to breathe.*
Matt: Hm... *Notices his breathing and figures that Wellington just got knocked out. Not wanting to wait for him to wake up on his own, Matt pulls out a brandy glass and fills it quickly with water from his sink. Moving to stand over Wellington, he pours the cold water straight onto his face.*
Wellington: *after a moment, he groans, then sputters, and turns his face to the side slightly*
Matt: *Nudging him in the arm again, he growls.* Get up and get out.
Wellington: *Slowly sits up, then winces and wipes some of the water off of his face. He blinks, then looks blankly at Matt.* What?
Matt: I said 'get out', dude. And don't think of ever trying that again or I won't let you off so easy.
Wellington:...Get out of what? *grimaces and rubs his head* Ow... what happened?
Matt: *Raises an eyebrow, stowing his brandy glass away before looking to regard Wellington.* ...Forgot already, dude? *Smirks.* You always seem to forget at the most convenient times.
Wellington: I do? *frowns*
Matt: *His smirk fades.* ...Are you kidding me or something?
Wellington: I... uh... am I? I don't know. *winces as he touches the sore spot on his head* Who are you, anyways?
Matt: ................. *Stares.* What?
Wellington: Who are you? Some kind of racer or something? *looks around the cell*
Matt: You have to be joking. You know who I am. *Points to self.* It's Matt.
Wellington: Matt? *stares at him* ....Uh... if you say so. *frowns, pauses* ....What's my name, then?
Matt: ...*Suddenly remembers when he was hit and lost his memory and wonders if Wellington is just faking it or not to get out of a beating.* ... *Either way, he might as well play along for now.* You are Welly- er...Wellington, that is. Can you not remember anything?
Wellington: *shrugs lightly* I'm not sure. I'm to remember why I'm here, but... I can't. Can you tell me?
Matt: ...Uh, you are, like, in prison, dude. You killed a dude and wound up here, I think.
Wellington: I killed a dude... *looks at the bars of the cell* and... this is prison. *looks back at Matt* Okay. *stands up* Now what?
Matt: *Looks down to the extinguisher before looking back to Wellington.* You probably need some help right?
Wellington: Yeah, I guess I could. *smiles at Matt*
Matt: *Staring at the other man, Matt shakes his head to himself. He can barely believe that Wellington really did lose his memory, but so far it seems to be true. Maybe he had some kind of curse when it came to hitting people on the head.* Alright then. I'll, uh, show you around and tell you all you need to know. *Flashes him a bright smile.* Just stick with me, Welly! I can tell you tons about the inmates here and who to avoid. *Nodding again, he grins wider. This could turn out to be sorta fun...*
Matt: *Sitting cross legged on his bed with his head in his hand, Matt sighs softly, looking down at his old motorcycle magazine. He feels very bored, but really doesn't want to go out and do anything right now, not after learning that Global Studios was messing up again from Cody.*
Wellington: *Knowing he won't get a better chance, he quietly enters the cell. He raises the extinguisher over his shoulder, arms shaking with adrenaline and anger. He creeps closer and closer until he's finally within striking distance, his shadow falling over Matt's magazine. Finally, he swings the canister sideways as hard as he can towards Matt's head.*
Matt: *Sees the shadow cover up his magazine and glances up, looking over his shoulder. His eyes widening, he throws himself backwards on the bed, glad for his quick reflexes from being an action star. Gritting his teeth and just missing getting hit, he glares at Wellington, almost unable to believe the smaller man has the balls to attack him, he kicks out with his foot to push Wellington (and the heavy fire extinguisher) away.*
Wellington: *Stumbles backwards from the weight of the missed swing and Matt's kick until his back hits the wall, then he recovers his footing and grips the extinguisher tightly* You... hold STILL! Nobody gets away with treating ME like some lower-class nobody. I've had enough! I'm going to crack your skull like an egg.
Matt: What the fuck! Stop it! *Sees Wellington's grip tighten and he quickly slides down on the bed, moving to stand up.*
Wellington: *pauses, then grins at Matt* Once I get rid of you, nobody's going to look down on me anymore. Even Mimi will have no choice but to respect me.
Matt: *Stands up quickly, taking a few steps away from Wellington until they stand on opposite sides of his cell. Though he glances to the open door, he decides to stay and teach Wellington yet another lesson. He mimics the other man's grin.* Sorry, Welly, but even if you could take me out, no one would ever respect you. Especially Mimi.
Wellington: *Catches Matt looking at the door and moves to stand between him and the exit. He narrows his eyes and clenches his teeth at Matt's comment, but after a moment he smirks and shrugs a shoulder.* I think there's only one way to find out, don't you? *starts moving towards Matt*
Matt: *Tenses, waiting for Wellington to make a move.* You don't have any idea what you are doing...
Wellington: I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm solving a problem. *lunges forward and swings it sideways at him again*
Matt: *Jumps backwards, pressing himself against the wall to avoid the hit before he moves to his left, circling him.*
Wellington: *growls and almost loses his hold of the extinguisher, but manages to hold onto it and follows Matt* Why do you keep MOVING? Just give up!
Matt: Are you crazy? I don't want to get my brains bashed out, idiot!
Wellington: Just shut up!! I'm going to put you down! *steps to the side and moves in on Matt so the man is cornered, then smirks and raises the fire extinguisher high above his head, ready to swing it down onto Matt's skull*
Matt: *Knowing that he is cornered, he spots his only chance to get out of the situation unharmed. Looking straight at Wellington, he charges forward, aiming to knock him over.*
Wellington: *Not expecting Matt's sudden strike, Wellington stumbles back a step before Matt slams against his chest. The heavy fire extinguisher slips from his grip, and falls straight down... onto Wellington's head. Wellington's eyes go wide and he makes a short gasp before he collapses forward, the extinguisher clattering loudly against the floor.*
Matt: *In Matt's haste to get Wellington out of his way, he doesn't notice that anything is wrong until he hears the clattering of the fire extinguisher on the floor. Wellington suddenly slumps onto him and not expecting that sudden weight, Matt nearly falls backwards but manages to catch them both. Pausing, he stands still, glancing down at the man in his arms before he releases him, letting him fall to the ground unceremoniously. Smoothing out his jacket, he prods Wellington's arm with his foot, wondering if he is even still alive.*
Wellington: *Doesn't respond to Matt's prodding, and he isn't moving at all except to breathe.*
Matt: Hm... *Notices his breathing and figures that Wellington just got knocked out. Not wanting to wait for him to wake up on his own, Matt pulls out a brandy glass and fills it quickly with water from his sink. Moving to stand over Wellington, he pours the cold water straight onto his face.*
Wellington: *after a moment, he groans, then sputters, and turns his face to the side slightly*
Matt: *Nudging him in the arm again, he growls.* Get up and get out.
Wellington: *Slowly sits up, then winces and wipes some of the water off of his face. He blinks, then looks blankly at Matt.* What?
Matt: I said 'get out', dude. And don't think of ever trying that again or I won't let you off so easy.
Wellington:...Get out of what? *grimaces and rubs his head* Ow... what happened?
Matt: *Raises an eyebrow, stowing his brandy glass away before looking to regard Wellington.* ...Forgot already, dude? *Smirks.* You always seem to forget at the most convenient times.
Wellington: I do? *frowns*
Matt: *His smirk fades.* ...Are you kidding me or something?
Wellington: I... uh... am I? I don't know. *winces as he touches the sore spot on his head* Who are you, anyways?
Matt: ................. *Stares.* What?
Wellington: Who are you? Some kind of racer or something? *looks around the cell*
Matt: You have to be joking. You know who I am. *Points to self.* It's Matt.
Wellington: Matt? *stares at him* ....Uh... if you say so. *frowns, pauses* ....What's my name, then?
Matt: ...*Suddenly remembers when he was hit and lost his memory and wonders if Wellington is just faking it or not to get out of a beating.* ... *Either way, he might as well play along for now.* You are Welly- er...Wellington, that is. Can you not remember anything?
Wellington: *shrugs lightly* I'm not sure. I'm to remember why I'm here, but... I can't. Can you tell me?
Matt: ...Uh, you are, like, in prison, dude. You killed a dude and wound up here, I think.
Wellington: I killed a dude... *looks at the bars of the cell* and... this is prison. *looks back at Matt* Okay. *stands up* Now what?
Matt: *Looks down to the extinguisher before looking back to Wellington.* You probably need some help right?
Wellington: Yeah, I guess I could. *smiles at Matt*
Matt: *Staring at the other man, Matt shakes his head to himself. He can barely believe that Wellington really did lose his memory, but so far it seems to be true. Maybe he had some kind of curse when it came to hitting people on the head.* Alright then. I'll, uh, show you around and tell you all you need to know. *Flashes him a bright smile.* Just stick with me, Welly! I can tell you tons about the inmates here and who to avoid. *Nodding again, he grins wider. This could turn out to be sorta fun...*