Post by Hunter Storms on Oct 27, 2016 19:14:00 GMT -6
It had been relatively warm all morning. The streets were quite bustling yet, but that did not matter. Casually walking up to the building, a figure dressed in a Deathstroke cosplay, bag in hand, walks into the building. The person seemed to be a bit confused upon entering, but gained their bearings immediately and went in the direction of where they heard noise. Walking through the empty corridor, the person removes the mask, revealing the face of former PAW Superstar, Hunter Storms.
Storms (breathing heavily): Jesus, that is the last time I come walking in with something so heavy on. This entire costume weighs about twenty pounds itself.
Continuing down the corridor, he starts to see members of the staff conversing with one another. He looks side to side every now and then, but he ultimately just keeps on walking down the corridor.
Storms: So this is what a normal work day looks like. Seems just about normal for a company like this, but they all seem to be struggling.
At some point, he breaks off to the right, pushing through a door that opens up to a large locker room. Ring gear lines the inside of the lockers and chairs are scattered about in the room.
Storms: A bit messy, but at least it's something.
Storms walks over to the open spot that stands out amongst the rest.
Storms: It certainly seems welcoming with this uh.......locker space.....
He shakes his head at the remark before settling down in one of the nearby seats, placing his beg right next to the leg of it.
Storms: Guess this home sweet home now. Let's hope this will last longer than the others I've worked with.
He reaches into the bag, and pulling his hand back out of the bag, he pulls out a title belt along with him that gleams in the light.
Storms: Boss told me I would be the champ of this place, but, I don't know how to feel about that.
Laying the belt across his lap, he can only stare in awe of his belonging.
Storms: Soon.....oh so soon......they'll be seeing the work of the Mercenary of Destruction. Hope Jazmin Davis is ready for what's she getting into because I am waaaay out of her league....
He starts to chuckle to himself as the camera zooms out and fades to black.
Storms (breathing heavily): Jesus, that is the last time I come walking in with something so heavy on. This entire costume weighs about twenty pounds itself.
Continuing down the corridor, he starts to see members of the staff conversing with one another. He looks side to side every now and then, but he ultimately just keeps on walking down the corridor.
Storms: So this is what a normal work day looks like. Seems just about normal for a company like this, but they all seem to be struggling.
At some point, he breaks off to the right, pushing through a door that opens up to a large locker room. Ring gear lines the inside of the lockers and chairs are scattered about in the room.
Storms: A bit messy, but at least it's something.
Storms walks over to the open spot that stands out amongst the rest.
Storms: It certainly seems welcoming with this uh.......locker space.....
He shakes his head at the remark before settling down in one of the nearby seats, placing his beg right next to the leg of it.
Storms: Guess this home sweet home now. Let's hope this will last longer than the others I've worked with.
He reaches into the bag, and pulling his hand back out of the bag, he pulls out a title belt along with him that gleams in the light.
Storms: Boss told me I would be the champ of this place, but, I don't know how to feel about that.
Laying the belt across his lap, he can only stare in awe of his belonging.
Storms: Soon.....oh so soon......they'll be seeing the work of the Mercenary of Destruction. Hope Jazmin Davis is ready for what's she getting into because I am waaaay out of her league....
He starts to chuckle to himself as the camera zooms out and fades to black.