Post by theconspiracy on Jun 29, 2017 22:16:05 GMT
*FLASHBACK*
The loud clanging of metal can be heard. The smell of mold fills the damp air. Andreas wakes up to find he's in a large metal shipping container. Dingy couches and cushions line the walls. Bullet holes allow pieces of light into the container. He scans the container, before seeing Pat, passed out on an armchair in the corner. Someone bangs on the outside of the container again. A man with a thick South African accent yells, from outside.
: You two got five minutes before we open this door. Wake the fuck up, and look presentable.
Andreas shakes his head.
AL (to himself): For fucks sake we got sold into human trafficking...
Pat begins to stir, wiping off his tank top. He takes Andreas' blazer off the edge of the couch, and goes to slip it on, before realizing it's far too big. He sighs, and chucks it at Andreas.
PH: Where the fook are we, and why does'it smell like arse?
Andreas sighs and stands, sliding his blazer over his arms.
AL: I've got no clue, but that guy who just woke us up had an accent, so safe bet is, we're somewhere else. Some other country.
PH: Great, possibly even another fookin' continent.
Pat reaches into his pocket, pulls out a coin, kisses it, then begins to twirl it between his fingers. Andreas stares curiously at Pat's hands.
AL: Pat...
PH: Yes, my fine, Feraligatr sized friend.
Andreas shakes his head, annoyed.
AL: How'd you get all those coins.
Pat chuckles, before pocketing his coin.
PH: I told you. I told the cops the same thing. Plucked 'em outta thin air.
Andreas shakes his head still, getting progressively more angry.
AL: That's not possible...
PH: Sure it is! Watch!
Pat proceeds to occasionally snatch coins out of the air. Andreas, furious, grabs his wrist. Pat relaxes his hand, and drops another coin to the ground. Andreas backs away from Pat, as the door to the container creaks open. They both shield their eyes from the light, as they walk towards the exit. The sound of guns cocking can be heard as the South African man from before speaks
: Don't move! We will approach to handcuff you. Do not resist or you will be shot!
Andreas and Pat look out to the army standing in front of them, guns pointed at the duo. Suddenly another voice interjects. More calm, you could almost hear the age in his voice.
: Now now, Colonel Visser, they're perfectly docile. They're not hurting anyone.
The crowd parts and through walks--
AL: Who are you?
The man takes off his hat, and slightly bows.
: David Seeiso Senior. We have much to discuss.
The loud clanging of metal can be heard. The smell of mold fills the damp air. Andreas wakes up to find he's in a large metal shipping container. Dingy couches and cushions line the walls. Bullet holes allow pieces of light into the container. He scans the container, before seeing Pat, passed out on an armchair in the corner. Someone bangs on the outside of the container again. A man with a thick South African accent yells, from outside.
: You two got five minutes before we open this door. Wake the fuck up, and look presentable.Andreas shakes his head.
AL (to himself): For fucks sake we got sold into human trafficking...
Pat begins to stir, wiping off his tank top. He takes Andreas' blazer off the edge of the couch, and goes to slip it on, before realizing it's far too big. He sighs, and chucks it at Andreas.
PH: Where the fook are we, and why does'it smell like arse?
Andreas sighs and stands, sliding his blazer over his arms.
AL: I've got no clue, but that guy who just woke us up had an accent, so safe bet is, we're somewhere else. Some other country.
PH: Great, possibly even another fookin' continent.
Pat reaches into his pocket, pulls out a coin, kisses it, then begins to twirl it between his fingers. Andreas stares curiously at Pat's hands.
AL: Pat...
PH: Yes, my fine, Feraligatr sized friend.
Andreas shakes his head, annoyed.
AL: How'd you get all those coins.
Pat chuckles, before pocketing his coin.
PH: I told you. I told the cops the same thing. Plucked 'em outta thin air.
Andreas shakes his head still, getting progressively more angry.
AL: That's not possible...
PH: Sure it is! Watch!
Pat proceeds to occasionally snatch coins out of the air. Andreas, furious, grabs his wrist. Pat relaxes his hand, and drops another coin to the ground. Andreas backs away from Pat, as the door to the container creaks open. They both shield their eyes from the light, as they walk towards the exit. The sound of guns cocking can be heard as the South African man from before speaks
: Don't move! We will approach to handcuff you. Do not resist or you will be shot!Andreas and Pat look out to the army standing in front of them, guns pointed at the duo. Suddenly another voice interjects. More calm, you could almost hear the age in his voice.
: Now now, Colonel Visser, they're perfectly docile. They're not hurting anyone.The crowd parts and through walks--
AL: Who are you?
The man takes off his hat, and slightly bows.
: David Seeiso Senior. We have much to discuss.
