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| − | + | Wyatt hasnt always been a Hospital Police Chief, he was once a street bum that liked to walk around the city. Maybe you bumped into him, in the middle of your journey? | |
| − | The following is an actual RP Scene Set, that sums up | + | The following is an actual RP Scene Set, that sums up a lot about what it is to be Wyatt. If you can get into this kind of entertainment, and feel you can at least slightly contribute, please, page me. |
| − | '' | + | ''Wyatt is standing on the corner of Market And Third Avenue, with a brisket, sponge, and soapy water. The stoplight changes and he walks over to the first car that's stopped, and begins to clean the windshield. "Get the fuck off my car, buddy!" The driver yells. Wyatt ignores the man and continues, until the man steps out of the vehicle. "Didn't you hear me? Get the fuck out of here!" Wyatt leans off the car, and tilts his head, "Give me a dollar!" He pleas. The man in the car simply retorts, "Wha?" Wyatt continues, "You got a benz." pointing at the car with his spongey wet hand, "I got a brisket." He says raising the container up in the air so the guy might take notice. "Give me a dollar!"'' |
| − | ''The man now out of his car, actually smiles, and pulls out a money clip. "Here is 500 bucks. Get yourself a room, get cleaned up, get a haircut, get yourself a job, and get off the sauce. I see you on the street again, I am gonna fucking kill you." And with that, he gets back in the car, and waits for the light to turn green. | + | ''The man now out of his car, actually smiles, and pulls out a money clip. "Here is 500 bucks. Get yourself a room, get cleaned up, get a haircut, get yourself a job, and get off the sauce. I see you on the street again, I am gonna fucking kill you." And with that, he gets back in the car, and waits for the light to turn green. Wyatt, blinks, and starts to make his way off the street, unto the sidewalk, and trips on the curb. Dropping the brisket - and the money, "Son of a bitch!" He screams as he realizes the soapy water is all but ruining his 'big break'.'' |
| − | ''Standing up, | + | ''Standing up, Wyatt returns to his normal m.o. and begins his rant at the passer-by's "The Federal Reserve is there to enslave the public, taxes go to pay interest on the 'loan' the government takes out to print money." He goes on about 9/11 being an inside job. "How can 2 planes take down 3 buildings. Wake up!" Then moving on to say, "the Tylenol murders was committed by an employee of the Johnson and Johnson pharmacy, and the FBI is in bed with them, and wants to save them the embarrassment" The longer anyone near the crazy level of Wyatt, stays to listen, the deeper and innate the rant becomes.'' |
Latest revision as of 19:42, 12 March 2014
Wyatt hasnt always been a Hospital Police Chief, he was once a street bum that liked to walk around the city. Maybe you bumped into him, in the middle of your journey?
The following is an actual RP Scene Set, that sums up a lot about what it is to be Wyatt. If you can get into this kind of entertainment, and feel you can at least slightly contribute, please, page me.
Wyatt is standing on the corner of Market And Third Avenue, with a brisket, sponge, and soapy water. The stoplight changes and he walks over to the first car that's stopped, and begins to clean the windshield. "Get the fuck off my car, buddy!" The driver yells. Wyatt ignores the man and continues, until the man steps out of the vehicle. "Didn't you hear me? Get the fuck out of here!" Wyatt leans off the car, and tilts his head, "Give me a dollar!" He pleas. The man in the car simply retorts, "Wha?" Wyatt continues, "You got a benz." pointing at the car with his spongey wet hand, "I got a brisket." He says raising the container up in the air so the guy might take notice. "Give me a dollar!"
The man now out of his car, actually smiles, and pulls out a money clip. "Here is 500 bucks. Get yourself a room, get cleaned up, get a haircut, get yourself a job, and get off the sauce. I see you on the street again, I am gonna fucking kill you." And with that, he gets back in the car, and waits for the light to turn green. Wyatt, blinks, and starts to make his way off the street, unto the sidewalk, and trips on the curb. Dropping the brisket - and the money, "Son of a bitch!" He screams as he realizes the soapy water is all but ruining his 'big break'.
Standing up, Wyatt returns to his normal m.o. and begins his rant at the passer-by's "The Federal Reserve is there to enslave the public, taxes go to pay interest on the 'loan' the government takes out to print money." He goes on about 9/11 being an inside job. "How can 2 planes take down 3 buildings. Wake up!" Then moving on to say, "the Tylenol murders was committed by an employee of the Johnson and Johnson pharmacy, and the FBI is in bed with them, and wants to save them the embarrassment" The longer anyone near the crazy level of Wyatt, stays to listen, the deeper and innate the rant becomes.
