Post by vicvinegar on Sept 29, 2020 17:27:28 GMT -6
Lol shit sorry about that first roleplay. That's what I get for not looking at what I pasted in. This is the actual roleplay I meant to put up!
The scene opens up with a very sad looking Vic Vinegar getting dressed in front of a mirror. Sad music is playing as he puts a shirt on. He tries to pull it down but it gets stopped by the mass that he has cultivated in his belly.
“The duster would’ve hidden this. I’m never going to look badass again.”
He pulls the shirt down and after a few tries finally manages to get it to cover his gut.
“That’s it. We’re going to get that duster back.”
He walks out of the dingy back room of the karate studio that Vinegar practices in. The owner sees him and looks upset.
“You owe me rent!”
Vinegar: “I just need to get enough money for a duster then I’ll pay your rent man. You need to fix the AC back there.”
“You’re so cheap Vic. You’ll get AC when I get my rent check.”
Vinegar:” Jesus dude. Haven’t you ever loved anything before.”
“My wife.”
Vinegar: “This isn’t like that. This isn’t stupid.”
“You’re saying you love that stupid duster more than I love my wife.”
“Uh yeah!”
“Three days Vic.”
Vinegar: “Well that’s not going to happen. I got a job to do jabroni.”
“That backyard crap you do isn’t a job.”
Vinegar: “You shut your mouth before I put my thumb in your eye. It’s a security job.”
“Oh god.”
He walks out of the gym, slamming the door behind him. He walks straight into a big hooded man.
Man: “Hey, are you the security for the meeting today.”
Vic looks the man up and down. He doesn’t like what he sees. “What’s the job again?”
Man: “We got a deal going down.”
Vic: “Like a drug deal.”
The man just stares seriously back.
Vic: “You know what. No I don’t think I’m that guy.”
The man continues to stare down Vic as he walks down the street.
“That was a security threat if I’ve ever seen one. It’s okay though. I might not get that sweet duster money through security gigs but I will by fighting for it. I’m going to beat Aaron Warthog. He might have a lot of mass but he doesn’t have my stamina or my sick karate skills. I’m going to take back that duster. I’ve been able to analyze his security risk from a mile away. I told everyone who would listen that he was going to steal my duster. Now I’m coming for it back. And if for some reason, he escapes with my duster again, I’ll win the whole championship and pawn it off for a duster! We all know Aaron Warthog’s stampede is no match for my raw power!”
Vic looks back behind him and sees a car pull up near the scary looking man. He decides to try to high tail it out of there but his brisk walk is peak speed. He turns a corner as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up with a very sad looking Vic Vinegar getting dressed in front of a mirror. Sad music is playing as he puts a shirt on. He tries to pull it down but it gets stopped by the mass that he has cultivated in his belly.
“The duster would’ve hidden this. I’m never going to look badass again.”
He pulls the shirt down and after a few tries finally manages to get it to cover his gut.
“That’s it. We’re going to get that duster back.”
He walks out of the dingy back room of the karate studio that Vinegar practices in. The owner sees him and looks upset.
“You owe me rent!”
Vinegar: “I just need to get enough money for a duster then I’ll pay your rent man. You need to fix the AC back there.”
“You’re so cheap Vic. You’ll get AC when I get my rent check.”
Vinegar:” Jesus dude. Haven’t you ever loved anything before.”
“My wife.”
Vinegar: “This isn’t like that. This isn’t stupid.”
“You’re saying you love that stupid duster more than I love my wife.”
“Uh yeah!”
“Three days Vic.”
Vinegar: “Well that’s not going to happen. I got a job to do jabroni.”
“That backyard crap you do isn’t a job.”
Vinegar: “You shut your mouth before I put my thumb in your eye. It’s a security job.”
“Oh god.”
He walks out of the gym, slamming the door behind him. He walks straight into a big hooded man.
Man: “Hey, are you the security for the meeting today.”
Vic looks the man up and down. He doesn’t like what he sees. “What’s the job again?”
Man: “We got a deal going down.”
Vic: “Like a drug deal.”
The man just stares seriously back.
Vic: “You know what. No I don’t think I’m that guy.”
The man continues to stare down Vic as he walks down the street.
“That was a security threat if I’ve ever seen one. It’s okay though. I might not get that sweet duster money through security gigs but I will by fighting for it. I’m going to beat Aaron Warthog. He might have a lot of mass but he doesn’t have my stamina or my sick karate skills. I’m going to take back that duster. I’ve been able to analyze his security risk from a mile away. I told everyone who would listen that he was going to steal my duster. Now I’m coming for it back. And if for some reason, he escapes with my duster again, I’ll win the whole championship and pawn it off for a duster! We all know Aaron Warthog’s stampede is no match for my raw power!”
Vic looks back behind him and sees a car pull up near the scary looking man. He decides to try to high tail it out of there but his brisk walk is peak speed. He turns a corner as the scene fades to black.