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Post by Anna Droid on Aug 2, 2016 0:01:46 GMT -6
Location: Hotel lobby somewhere between now and the locale for the next show. Time: 2:13 AM
Gale pressed the white square button on the vending machine relentlessly just like she'd done off and on for the past several minutes. Still nothing. The packet of Reeces Pieces sat there looking back at her, taunting her, as her tongue lapped hungrily across her lips. She pounded the glass with her fist lightly in frustration and turned to her project, the first ever cybernetic organism in professional wrestling history, Anna Droid. The 6'2", 200 pound wrestle-bot stood there surveying the scene before it with an expressionless face, before it spoke in its rather feminine yet slightly robotic voice.
Anna Droid: Gale, why do you persist on death? The item you seek, by my calculations, will erase 1.348 days from your life span. Its grams of sugar per piece is astr..
Gale shot her a look that needed no command and Anna shut up.
Anna Droid: I have noted 7 ways to troubleshoot the issue you are having. Would you like me to give you the options in specific order?
The 18 year old science and engineering guru waved the notion off and stared into the glass at the object of her desire and the slot that had stolen her money.
Gale Smith: Just do the fastest one.
Anna rammed her cyborgic fist through the glass, shattering it to pieces. Gale jumped out of her skin. She wasn't expecting that. Not at all.
Gale: Jesus! What the heck, Anna? That's vandalism!
Anna retrieved the bag of Reeces Pieces and held it out for Gale to grab. The 18 year old looked around in paranoia at first and after seeing nobody around she grabbed the bag, ripped it open, and began shoving them in her face hole.
Anna Droid: I will operate with more caution next time, Gale. I have broken penal code 297-5 of California statute that governs vandalism and.....
Gale snapped her fingers at the yapping bot and got her to shut up.
Gale: Help me get the rest. We just hit the jack pot.
Anna joined her owner and operator in stuffing their pockets and arms full of all the delicious treats quickly as possible.
TBCB Matt Acid only for now.
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Post by Matt Acid on Aug 2, 2016 0:29:56 GMT -6
Meanwhile, a few rooms over, the breaking of the vending machine glass is heard. Jason Bishop jumps with fright, whilst Matt Acid casually continues to clean under his finger nails with a car key.
Jason: You're really about to sit there and act like you didn't just hear that?
Matt: Oh I heard it, I just choose to ignore it. Where I'm from breaking glass sometimes means a wormhole just opened up. I don't care to go back so..
Jason, slightly taken aback by this, simply shakes his head, and gets off of the bed he had been laying on. Bishop sighs, grabs his jacket off of the back of a nearby chair, and heads for the door.
Jason: Yeah, well. Here, it means something broke...Most likely glass. I for one, would like to check it out. Would appreciate it if you'd come with.
Matt: Fine, but if we get sacked into a wormhole it's on you. Just let me grab Ginger and we'll do this.
Jason: Why did you name a hammer ginger? Why did you name a hammer at all? Ya know what nevermind.
Matt picks his trusty claw hammer ginger up off of the table, places it in his back pocket, and exits the hotel room with Jason. Once outside of the room, the duo hear a pair of voices and decide it's the best place to start. When they round the corner, they see Anna and Gale, and the broken vending machine. Matt smiles, and relaxes a bit as it's nowhere near as bad as he was expecting. Jason seems to be awestruck by Anna, what a magnificent creation.
Jason: Wow, she is impressive Gale. I have to admit, I was expecting something a bit more...eccentric.
Matt: You know these two Jase?
Jason: Well the big one no, but Gale I have met at a convention or two.
Matt: That's great and all but...I call dibs on the Milky Way bars!
The other three pair of eyes slowly pan to Matt, who doesn't seem to know what exactly is going on.
Matt: Hey, don't be jealous.
TBC
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Post by Anna Droid on Aug 2, 2016 1:44:51 GMT -6
Gale dropped all her treats when Jason came strolling in and spoke to her. She suddenly got red faced and nervous, adjusting her glasses even though they didn't need adjusting, and preened her hair. Not only was she caught red handed, she was caught by quite the good looker.
Gale: Jason wow, hi and thanks. She's a beaut isn't she? Hey, wait, you stalking me or something? We seem to cross paths at those con events all the time. Oh sorry for the mess here, some hoodlum came by and broke the glass out so we were just picking up the treats to put them back in the machine.
She was talking fast and jumping from one topic to another pretty quick out of nervousness. Anna Droid stared at Jason, sizing him up.
Anna Droid: This man, Jason, is 64 percent handsome judging by his facial structure and shape of his head. 64 percent of women in the United States would procreate with this individual. You are included in this percentage, Gale, as your body is currently stimulated when facing him.
Gale: WHHHOOOOA that's enough. Obviously I still have a few bugs to work out, Jason.
Gale awkwardly stood there for a moment before clapping her hands together a single time.
Gale: Anyhoooo, I am entering her into the wrestling ring. I am finally gonna live my dream of being a pro wrestler. Well, through her anyway. She is an extension of me. Enough about me and her, what about you? Why are you here?
While Gale immersed herself in Jason, Anna Droid turned her attention to Matt Acid and began shoving Milky Way bars into his pockets and advised him of the dangers of over eating such snacks of death. When she ran out of room to stick them in, she opened one and shoved it toward his mouth.
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Post by Matt Acid on Aug 2, 2016 2:27:34 GMT -6
Matt simply opens his mouth and let's the candy bar enter, once Anna's fingers are out of the way, Matt bites down.
Matt:(words muffled by candy bar) I like your friends Jase. The big one knows her stuff, I'm so gonna die one day.
Jason simply smiles and nods, turning his attention away from Gale briefly to get a glimpse off the spectacle that's unfolding in the background. A chuckle escapes, and Jason looks back at Gale, now giving her his full attention once again.
Jason: Me? I like wrestling, but look at me I don't exactly look like I belong in a ring. Matt here, however. Well, he's been at it for a bit, so I talked him into signing up. It's good for both of us.
Jason's face contort into a slight grin, Anna's words now starting to sink in. He tries not to play it cocky, but his poker face isn't all that great.
Jason: You're creation doesn't hold a thing back, does she?
Matt: She's generous with the Milky Way bars, I like it. I think Ginger is a fan also.
Matt now cradles Ginger against his chest, in an almost lover like fashion. Jason raises an eyebrow, whilst Anna tilts her head slightly, unsure what exactly is happening.
Matt: Right, my bad. Ginger this is Anna and that... (turns to face Gale) is Gale.
Jason: He's a bit um, out there. You'll get used to it.
TBC
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Post by Anna Droid on Aug 3, 2016 1:13:07 GMT -6
Anna Droid: Gale, why does this Matt Acid belove a tool instead of a dog or a cat? He is treating it as a pet. I can not compute this.
The wrestle-bot cocks her head to the side much like a confused puppy would and starts trying to pet the hammer.
Gale: Ah, some people are just weird. But Matt is weird in a good way. There's bad weird and there's good weird. Remember that, Anna.
Gale strokes her chin in thought for a moment, mulling over the words spoken by her friend Jason.
Gale: Hmmm. Small world. You're getting into the wrestling business with him. I'm getting into the wrestling business with her. If there's one thing I've learned being a mega wrestling fan it's this; there's always strength in numbers. People are going to label us freaks and weirdoes and won't like us much. They'll try to gang up on Anna because alone not a single man or woman, save for maybe Matt there, is strong or tough enough to withstand her. Soooooooo maybe we all can have each others backs?
In a bid to warm Jason's mind to her idea, Gale picks up a Star Crunch cookie that was in the now broken vending machine and tosses it to him, since after all she knows he's a huge Star Wars fan.
Gale: What do you say?
Anna interrupts.
Anna Droid: Gale, you've given me conflicting reports. Are we taking all of these death foods to our room or are we putting them back into the machine? You're initial order was to secure as many as possible and flee.
TBCB Matt Acid
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Post by Matt Acid on Aug 3, 2016 2:45:36 GMT -6
Jason slowly unwraps the chocolaty treat, pondering the offer that was laid out by Gale. While it sounded a good idea to him, it wasn't his decision alone. Looking over his shoulder at his client, who is now seemingly in a trance.
Jason: Matt? Uh Matt? Wait I got this.
Jason casually walks up to the vending machine, and nudges a piece of the remaining glass with an elbow. The shard falls to the ground, and when it hits it shatters loudly. Matt quickly snaps out of it and ducks behind a confused Anna.
Matt: Wormhole! Oh, oh wait. Nevermind.
Jason: Yeah, well. About Gale's offer of an alliance, what do you think? I mean, she does have quite a point. We'd do well to have each other's backs.
Matt pats the muscular back of Gale's creation, before leaving the comfort of her shadow. The Space Case positions himself next to Bishop, and with no hesitation nods in approval. With this, Jason places the remainder of the Star Crunch in his pocket, and extends a hand toward Gale.
Jason: Looks like it's unanimous, we've got ourselves a deal.
TBC
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