Post by prozac on Feb 17, 2007 17:11:49 GMT -5
Friday morning 10:32 A.M.
Prozac is in the changing room of the gym. He’s getting into gray shorts and a blue T-shirt. He put all his belongings that he doesn’t need in the gym and sticks them in his locker and locks it. He heads out of the lockerroom.
Today was upper body. He spends the next three hours doing Incline dumbbell press, Hyper extensions, curls. Flat Bench, Lateral pull-downs etc.. Once he’s done with each machine he cleans it off with the spray and towel like the rules say.
Once done with the workout he heads back into the locker room where he takes a 25 minute warm shower. Then he goes to his locker and with one hand he puts the combination number in and unlocks it.
Once dressed back in his white dress shirt and black pants he heads out the lockerroom and the gym.
Friday afternoon 2:15 P.M.
Prozac is back at his house on him computer reading email. A lot of random junk form credit card companies and other stuff of that nature. He also has some email from Ritalin. The message just said a lot of things in really bag grammar but the drift of it was for Prozac to make plans for tonight. Prozac couldn’t care what they did they could go bar hopping or stay home and play games he really didn’t care. Prozac reaches for his cell phone and unhooks it from the clip that is on his pants. He dials a number and leans back in his chair. After 3 rings someone pick up.
Voice:
Yo.
Prozac:
What up moron?
Ritalin:
Nothing much chilling.
Prozac:
Alright so I made up my mind what I want to do tonight.
Prozac starts shutting down his computer.
Ritalin:
Oh yeah what?
Prozac:
Let you decide.
Ritalin:
.....You know I hate you, and couldn’t you work up the damn stairs to talk instead of calling you lazy shit? I live right upstairs.
Ritalin voice sounds annoyed for a minute then back to normal.
Prozac:
I have a better idea why don’t you come down here?
Ritalin:
Yeah see you in a minute.
They hang up and Prozac gets up and falls onto his back on one of his couches. About 5 minutes later Ritalin opens the door and walks in. they look at each other for a min before nodding to each other. Ritalin then closes the door and takes a seat on the other couch.
Prozac:
Well what did you decide?
Ritalin:
Want to just stay in tonight? Play some Halo and Smackdown vs. Raw 07?
Prozac:
Sure.
Friday Evening 5:14 P.M.
Prozac and Ritalin sit on the couch playing online Halo. They sit focused in on the screens there eyes barely blinking. They each have a headset on so they can talk to the others on the game. Through the T.V. you can here voices from the other players.
Voice:
Hey will you guys shut up.
The voice sounds annoyed and getting angry.
Ritalin:
You suck eggs!
Voice:
Shut up!
Prozac:
Make us.
Voice:
Your mom’s a virgin.
Prozac and Ritalin look at each other dumbfounded by the statement just made.
Prozac:
That would make me Jesus. How old are you ten?
Voice:
Shut up.
An hour later they are still playing Halo online but they turned the volume down and they are talking.
Ritalin:
You gonna give me a shot at that that title when you win it?
Prozac:
(laughs) Of cause…if you deserve it.
Ritalin:
Oh ha you’re funny.
Prozac:
I try. But yo do me a favor while you in my corner in the match. Make sure you catch me if a fall of the ladder.
Ritalin:
Yeah sure I’ll catch you I swear. Do you have a strategy for the match.
Prozac:
Same as always. I’m going to let him hit me then I will think of a game plan.
Ritalin:
Sounds good
Prozac:
Has never failed yet. Don’t know to much about RKO though and he’s been quite but we will see what happens at the PPV. I really hope he knows that he is stepping into more then just a match he’s stepping into a war.
Scene fades on the two men in silence as they play there game.
Prozac is in the changing room of the gym. He’s getting into gray shorts and a blue T-shirt. He put all his belongings that he doesn’t need in the gym and sticks them in his locker and locks it. He heads out of the lockerroom.
Today was upper body. He spends the next three hours doing Incline dumbbell press, Hyper extensions, curls. Flat Bench, Lateral pull-downs etc.. Once he’s done with each machine he cleans it off with the spray and towel like the rules say.
Once done with the workout he heads back into the locker room where he takes a 25 minute warm shower. Then he goes to his locker and with one hand he puts the combination number in and unlocks it.
Once dressed back in his white dress shirt and black pants he heads out the lockerroom and the gym.
Friday afternoon 2:15 P.M.
Prozac is back at his house on him computer reading email. A lot of random junk form credit card companies and other stuff of that nature. He also has some email from Ritalin. The message just said a lot of things in really bag grammar but the drift of it was for Prozac to make plans for tonight. Prozac couldn’t care what they did they could go bar hopping or stay home and play games he really didn’t care. Prozac reaches for his cell phone and unhooks it from the clip that is on his pants. He dials a number and leans back in his chair. After 3 rings someone pick up.
Voice:
Yo.
Prozac:
What up moron?
Ritalin:
Nothing much chilling.
Prozac:
Alright so I made up my mind what I want to do tonight.
Prozac starts shutting down his computer.
Ritalin:
Oh yeah what?
Prozac:
Let you decide.
Ritalin:
.....You know I hate you, and couldn’t you work up the damn stairs to talk instead of calling you lazy shit? I live right upstairs.
Ritalin voice sounds annoyed for a minute then back to normal.
Prozac:
I have a better idea why don’t you come down here?
Ritalin:
Yeah see you in a minute.
They hang up and Prozac gets up and falls onto his back on one of his couches. About 5 minutes later Ritalin opens the door and walks in. they look at each other for a min before nodding to each other. Ritalin then closes the door and takes a seat on the other couch.
Prozac:
Well what did you decide?
Ritalin:
Want to just stay in tonight? Play some Halo and Smackdown vs. Raw 07?
Prozac:
Sure.
Friday Evening 5:14 P.M.
Prozac and Ritalin sit on the couch playing online Halo. They sit focused in on the screens there eyes barely blinking. They each have a headset on so they can talk to the others on the game. Through the T.V. you can here voices from the other players.
Voice:
Hey will you guys shut up.
The voice sounds annoyed and getting angry.
Ritalin:
You suck eggs!
Voice:
Shut up!
Prozac:
Make us.
Voice:
Your mom’s a virgin.
Prozac and Ritalin look at each other dumbfounded by the statement just made.
Prozac:
That would make me Jesus. How old are you ten?
Voice:
Shut up.
An hour later they are still playing Halo online but they turned the volume down and they are talking.
Ritalin:
You gonna give me a shot at that that title when you win it?
Prozac:
(laughs) Of cause…if you deserve it.
Ritalin:
Oh ha you’re funny.
Prozac:
I try. But yo do me a favor while you in my corner in the match. Make sure you catch me if a fall of the ladder.
Ritalin:
Yeah sure I’ll catch you I swear. Do you have a strategy for the match.
Prozac:
Same as always. I’m going to let him hit me then I will think of a game plan.
Ritalin:
Sounds good
Prozac:
Has never failed yet. Don’t know to much about RKO though and he’s been quite but we will see what happens at the PPV. I really hope he knows that he is stepping into more then just a match he’s stepping into a war.
Scene fades on the two men in silence as they play there game.