Post by тнα∂∂єυѕ ςяσωє on Jul 4, 2017 10:05:25 GMT -6
OOC: So not my greatest piece of work, but it's something that'll allow me to build off of with "The Twitter Titan" Thaddeus Crowe with that being said hope you all enjoy this little piece as much as I did writing it. Really am looking forward to being apart of Honor Wrestling and writing alongside all of you or against you all at some point in time or another, while developing Crowe along the way as well.
- Gabe.
God created Happiness on November 23, 1993, that happiness would come in the form of a baby, [“A”] baby to many is the greatest thing anyone could ever receive and achieve. So many attempt to do so and yet so many fail to achieve that one special thing that so many dream to achieve at some point in their life. So...
When the Crowe’s were told of their little bundle of joy and that they had achieved the [“ONE”] thing many so attempt do so, but tend to fail at doing and that’s creating [“LIFE”] they were of course ecstatic when they were told of the news. Though with happiness there’s also sadness at that very exact moment disaster would hit, though it wouldn’t hit the Crowe’s but another family 300, 000 miles away in a different state, in a different town.
What exactly would be the disaster or what would this disaster being exactly you question? Well it could be anything from a drug overdose, to as simple as that of something as a car crash, to even murder, though one thing was for certain there was a disaster some place happening exactly at that given moment.
When it came to for that baby to enter this world, [“ONE”] thing was certain when our lord and savior created Thaddeus, he created not only greatness, but something he hadn’t expected and that something would come years down the road when Thaddeus Seymour Crowe would grow into the very man we’ve come to see before us today, and that’s the narcissistic, pompous, arrogant, hot headed man douchebag that stands before us today as the heir to Crowe Industries...
Crowe Manor
Camera: OFF
“You know it isn’t exactly easy being me, you know?”
:: He said with such disdain, the bitterness numbed his mouth, he say up from the laying position he was in and reached out towards the oak wooden table with a glass top, reaching for the gorgeous looking ewer that sat on top of the table top. Dew could be seen along the outer edges and down the sides of the ewer; as the tea that had been brewed from earlier chilled inside of it, he pulled the ewer close to him, bringing it in as he poured him a glass of the chilling tea that had been made at his request.::
“Well Thaddeus, whomever said it was?”
:: She asked as she looked over at him, her eyes told a story of hardship and pain as they peered from out under neath the thick bifocals she could be seen wearing.::
Thaddeus Crowe: “Everyone just assumes because I came into money due to the inheritance my pa left for me that my life is all apples of cherries… seriously ugh… the nerve of people you’s know what I mean Ms. K.”
Ms. K.: “Thaddeus you’ve been that way as long as I’ve can recall and since you’ve been attending these sessions, you shouldn't complain for you’ve got it easier then most people...”
Thaddeus Crowe: “I do, how you’s figure?”
Ms. K.: “Well Thad you could be broke and actually have to work and support yourself and not be living the luxurious lifestyle you’ve come to be accustomed too, you know.”
:: Crowe chuckles a bit at the obscurity he had just heard.::
Thaddeus Crowe: “You’re kidding right?”
Ms. K.: “No Thady I’m not correct me if I’m wrong Thaddeus…”
:: The one identified as Ms. K began. Crowe looked up from his position, his face resting on both of his index and middle fingers.
Ms. K.: “Your family name brought you many opportunities correct?”
:: Crowe nodded as Ms. K continued on.::
Ms. K.: “It’s lead you into schools, It’s brought you into organizations that someone of your youth and inexperience would never have even been given an opportunity at right?”
:: He nods in agreement again with what Ms. K has mentioned and brought up thus far to his attention as she continued on with spew.::
Ms. K.: “Hate to sound like a broken violin but your name is your legacy Thaddeus, rather if you like it or not...”
:: He looks at her this time, and shoots up from his seated position, as if she’d gone to far this time around with her spews about his fortune and upbringing, His hand flails toward her direction, extended to emphasize a point.::
Thaddeus Crowe: “You’s know it may be my name, Doc, and it may damn well be my legacy… but it isn’t my fucking identity and that is the damn truth!”
:: He says, his face red with rage, showing that of underneath the charm, the wealth, and the good looks lays an unstable individual who doesn’t give two shits or a rats ass about anybody else other then himself and himself only.
Ms. K.: “Is that so Thaddeus?”
:: She questions him as her eyes narrow in, his eyes immediately dart to the various religious paraphernalia that cover her walls like that of the colorful pages inside that of a comic book. He swallows hard and crosses his arms in front of him.::
Thaddeus Crowe: “My apologies Doc.”
Ms. K.: “Your apologies for what Thaddeus?”
Thaddeus Crowe: “For how I just acted, that wasn’t...”
:: Before he could continue on with what he was going to say, Ms. K cut him off.::
Ms. K.: “Wasn’t what Thaddeus?”
Thaddeus Crowe: “Wasn’t how I should have responded Doc…”
Ms. K.: “Thaddeus I’ve seen and dealt with far worse trust me when I say this, you’re okay. Being frustrated is all part of the process and soon you’ll learn that...”
:: She says as he sits back down and continues the therapy session.::
Ms. K.: “This week Thaddeus, I’d like it if you went out and became more sociable, go and have fun, go to the movies or something to get your mind off of that of which you can not control. Then, then we’ll see one another from a month from now and we’ll see if you’ve gotten any better...”
:: Ms. K says as she jots down some notes about her client before excusing him, as she does he gets on up from where he’s sitting at and heads towards the door of her office, though before he can exit, she stops him one last time.::
Ms. K.: “Oh and Thad don’ forget tonight your father and I are eating out seeing how its our anniversary tonight and he’s taking me out somewhere special tonight to celebrate our marriage to one another...”
:: As she says that Thaddeus slams the door behind him, as he does the writing on the glass doors reads “Office of Katherine G. Crowe, MD.” in white lettering, as Thaddeus looks on from the stairs before walking away from the den that’s his mother’s office.::
- Gabe.
"What's the Problem?"
HW: Chapter – ONE
God created Happiness on November 23, 1993, that happiness would come in the form of a baby, [“A”] baby to many is the greatest thing anyone could ever receive and achieve. So many attempt to do so and yet so many fail to achieve that one special thing that so many dream to achieve at some point in their life. So...
When the Crowe’s were told of their little bundle of joy and that they had achieved the [“ONE”] thing many so attempt do so, but tend to fail at doing and that’s creating [“LIFE”] they were of course ecstatic when they were told of the news. Though with happiness there’s also sadness at that very exact moment disaster would hit, though it wouldn’t hit the Crowe’s but another family 300, 000 miles away in a different state, in a different town.
What exactly would be the disaster or what would this disaster being exactly you question? Well it could be anything from a drug overdose, to as simple as that of something as a car crash, to even murder, though one thing was for certain there was a disaster some place happening exactly at that given moment.
When it came to for that baby to enter this world, [“ONE”] thing was certain when our lord and savior created Thaddeus, he created not only greatness, but something he hadn’t expected and that something would come years down the road when Thaddeus Seymour Crowe would grow into the very man we’ve come to see before us today, and that’s the narcissistic, pompous, arrogant, hot headed man douchebag that stands before us today as the heir to Crowe Industries...
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Crowe Manor
Camera: OFF
“You know it isn’t exactly easy being me, you know?”
:: He said with such disdain, the bitterness numbed his mouth, he say up from the laying position he was in and reached out towards the oak wooden table with a glass top, reaching for the gorgeous looking ewer that sat on top of the table top. Dew could be seen along the outer edges and down the sides of the ewer; as the tea that had been brewed from earlier chilled inside of it, he pulled the ewer close to him, bringing it in as he poured him a glass of the chilling tea that had been made at his request.::
“Well Thaddeus, whomever said it was?”
:: She asked as she looked over at him, her eyes told a story of hardship and pain as they peered from out under neath the thick bifocals she could be seen wearing.::
Thaddeus Crowe: “Everyone just assumes because I came into money due to the inheritance my pa left for me that my life is all apples of cherries… seriously ugh… the nerve of people you’s know what I mean Ms. K.”
Ms. K.: “Thaddeus you’ve been that way as long as I’ve can recall and since you’ve been attending these sessions, you shouldn't complain for you’ve got it easier then most people...”
Thaddeus Crowe: “I do, how you’s figure?”
Ms. K.: “Well Thad you could be broke and actually have to work and support yourself and not be living the luxurious lifestyle you’ve come to be accustomed too, you know.”
:: Crowe chuckles a bit at the obscurity he had just heard.::
Thaddeus Crowe: “You’re kidding right?”
Ms. K.: “No Thady I’m not correct me if I’m wrong Thaddeus…”
:: The one identified as Ms. K began. Crowe looked up from his position, his face resting on both of his index and middle fingers.
Ms. K.: “Your family name brought you many opportunities correct?”
:: Crowe nodded as Ms. K continued on.::
Ms. K.: “It’s lead you into schools, It’s brought you into organizations that someone of your youth and inexperience would never have even been given an opportunity at right?”
:: He nods in agreement again with what Ms. K has mentioned and brought up thus far to his attention as she continued on with spew.::
Ms. K.: “Hate to sound like a broken violin but your name is your legacy Thaddeus, rather if you like it or not...”
:: He looks at her this time, and shoots up from his seated position, as if she’d gone to far this time around with her spews about his fortune and upbringing, His hand flails toward her direction, extended to emphasize a point.::
Thaddeus Crowe: “You’s know it may be my name, Doc, and it may damn well be my legacy… but it isn’t my fucking identity and that is the damn truth!”
:: He says, his face red with rage, showing that of underneath the charm, the wealth, and the good looks lays an unstable individual who doesn’t give two shits or a rats ass about anybody else other then himself and himself only.
Ms. K.: “Is that so Thaddeus?”
:: She questions him as her eyes narrow in, his eyes immediately dart to the various religious paraphernalia that cover her walls like that of the colorful pages inside that of a comic book. He swallows hard and crosses his arms in front of him.::
Thaddeus Crowe: “My apologies Doc.”
Ms. K.: “Your apologies for what Thaddeus?”
Thaddeus Crowe: “For how I just acted, that wasn’t...”
:: Before he could continue on with what he was going to say, Ms. K cut him off.::
Ms. K.: “Wasn’t what Thaddeus?”
Thaddeus Crowe: “Wasn’t how I should have responded Doc…”
Ms. K.: “Thaddeus I’ve seen and dealt with far worse trust me when I say this, you’re okay. Being frustrated is all part of the process and soon you’ll learn that...”
:: She says as he sits back down and continues the therapy session.::
Ms. K.: “This week Thaddeus, I’d like it if you went out and became more sociable, go and have fun, go to the movies or something to get your mind off of that of which you can not control. Then, then we’ll see one another from a month from now and we’ll see if you’ve gotten any better...”
:: Ms. K says as she jots down some notes about her client before excusing him, as she does he gets on up from where he’s sitting at and heads towards the door of her office, though before he can exit, she stops him one last time.::
Ms. K.: “Oh and Thad don’ forget tonight your father and I are eating out seeing how its our anniversary tonight and he’s taking me out somewhere special tonight to celebrate our marriage to one another...”
:: As she says that Thaddeus slams the door behind him, as he does the writing on the glass doors reads “Office of Katherine G. Crowe, MD.” in white lettering, as Thaddeus looks on from the stairs before walking away from the den that’s his mother’s office.::