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| Tobias | Apr 25 2010, 02:01 AM Post #1 |
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sVo Legend....and poor man's Dennis
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"You" The word is spoken plainly and without emotion. Each part perfectly enunciated and given the proper care. That is what we open our scene up with. The image of a portly fellow standing approximately five feet and weighing somewhere in the high two hundred to low three hundred region. His noise is sharp and pointed. It curves slightly to the left. His hair is black and curly, at least the parts of his head that still has hair. The top and part of the sides are gone leaving a shiny reflection off his scalp. He is dressed in a nice black suit. The blazer and shirt of which seems to be two sizes too small. His tie is black and slightly askewed to the left. He seems to be sweating a lot and holds a black handkerchief in his right hand to dab at the sweat. Once again his voice rings out with a small British undertone to his accent. "You" "Yew" The return response rings back with an accent that needs no introduction. It is deep and heavy and most certainly cajun in nature. The camera turns around to spot none other than Tobias Devereux sitting in a chair infront of the portly man. De Cajun Sensation or as the sVo universe has dubbed him as of late Da Ragin Cajun. Tobias is dressed in black slacks with a black leather belt. On the belt is a silver belt buckle. Tucked neatly into his slacks is a dress button down shirt that's light blue in color. From his neck is a black tie that's neatly tied. On his back is a black blazer, unbuttoned at the moment. His hair has been trimmed slightly and his face recently shaved. His expression on his face was that of tortured agony. "Again Tobias" "Yew" "No Tobias that's not correct. It's you, not yew." "Dat wat I said, yew" The portly man just puts his hand over his face rubbing the top of his nose between his eyes. He sighs slightly and just shakes his head. "We've been at this for over a week Tobias. Why do you refuse to speak correctly?" "I's speakin correctly mon amie. At least for mes" "But you see Tobias, we don't give a rat's what you think you should speak like. You will speak correctly while working for Mr. Saint James." Tobias just drops his head and sighs. It'd been over a week now since the squeeze put on him by Mr. De Luca had ended up with him having to take the help of CSJ to pay off his debts. He just kept reminding himself that it'd be worth it in the long run. He had successfully kept Marie safe and that's all that was important. He could of only imagined the horrors she'd of been exposed to had he not made this sacrifice. "Tobias please focus, no drifting off into your own little mind on Mr. Saint James' time." "Sorry sir" "See there, you can say something at least properly" "Yes, I sapose so" "Well that was still wrong but your suppose was better than before." "Yes." Everyday it was the same. He'd get up, go to Saint James' casino. There he'd sit through an hour or two of speech schooling. He thought it rather funny that this portly Englishman was teaching him how to speak properly. He reminded him of the penguin from the batman movies. "Okay Tobias, your time with me today has come to an end. You're dismissed." "Tha tha thank yew sir, till tomorrow" "Progress Tobias, progress, that's the key." Tobias nodded his head as he stood from the chair and headed out of the side board room in which his speech schooling took place. He turned the knob to the door and stepped outside back into the heart of the casino. He reached into his collar and pulled out a small ear piece slipping it back into his ear. Then reaching into his sleeve he hits a button activating the ear piece microphone combination piece. Putting his sleeve towards his lips he speaks into it. "Tobias, clocking back in." Over the ear piece he hears someone speaking. It's a females voice, evidently the dispatch of CSJ's security detail. "Very well Mr. Devereux, welcome back. We have a disturbance near the black jack table. Check it out." "Roger" Tobias drops his arm back down and heads through the crowds of people towards the black jack table. Every day after speech lessons he'd patrol the casino on security detail for a few hours. Part of his working off his debt to Saint James. As he made his way through the crowds he notices the disturbance from a distance. A man is yelling at the dealer and keeping security back with an object in his hand. As Tobias gets closer he realizes that the object is infact a large hunting style knife. As Tobias gets closer he can hear the man screaming. "You all fucking cheated. This game is rigged, I've sat here for hours and not won a single hand. The dealer has won most of them and that little bitch in the black dress has won and the man in the crimson shirt has won. But have I won? No, and then I seen each one of them talking to one of your employees, they prob work for you themselves. Keeping the money in the house so to speak." He kept wildly slicing at anyone who got close to him. Tobias kept watch from a distance. Noticing the man turn his back towards the direction in which Tobias was. Tobias takes the chance and charges at full speed. Jumping up onto a stool that's connected to the ground by a table a couple of tables down. He steps off of it onto the table itself and runs across it leaping off and comes flying towards the man. The man turns just in time to be taken down by the flying Tobias. Somehow Tobias manged to not land on the knife and with a couple punches the man is incapacitated. Tobias stands up and brushes himself off to the sound of some applause from the crowd. Tobias just smirks and nods his head as the other security guards grab the knife and the man dragging him off towards the back. Tobias speaks back into the microphone in his sleeve. "Situation taken care of, yews got anadda thing you need me to take care of?" Tobias winced for a moment, he knew he had messed up. He let his accent slip out again over radio. It wont two seconds after his wince that he heard a response. "Roger that Tobias, you've been called to Mr. Saint James' office." "Roger" Tobias just shook his head as he made his way once again through the crowds. He smiled and nodded at a couple of people who seemed to recognize him. He was on the clock though and was told he couldn't so much as speak to the customers, let alone stop to take pictures or sign autographs. When he was on CSJ's time, he belonged to CSJ. Which meant when using the radio he had to speak properly, which he had just failed to do. Yet again, so this should be a fun little discussion. Tobias finally after a few makes his way to a hall with an office at the end of it. Tobias gets all the way to the door and knocks a couple of times. He hears a voice from the other side saying enter. Tobias turns the knob and steps inside closing the door behind him. There infront of him is CSJ sitting in a plush leather chair behind his solid mahogany desk. CSJ is dressed in a fine Italian suit that's a shade of navy blue. "Welcome Tobias, glad to see you clean up nicely. I hear your work in the security sector is going rather well." "Yes sir." "That's good Tobias, so you seem to understand what I'm saying rather well. Correct?" "Yes sir" "Then would you mind fucking telling me why you can't follow simple instructions you french inbred imbecile!" At this CSJ slams his fists down onto the desk. His face an actual reddish tint as his fury isn't hidden at all. "How many times must I tell you to speak like an actual fucking American before you start listening?" "Sorry sir" "Sorry sir" CSJ responds with heavy mocking sarcasm. "Sorry doesn't cut it frenchy, either you speak right, or you don't speak at all. Maybe I should just have you walk around with a clipboard and have to write everything you want to say to people. Or better yet put you on janitor duty cleaning my toilets so you don't have to talk to anyone other than turds that are probably smarter than yourself." Tobias just kept his head down and took the abuse. The first couple of times he had to sit through one of Christopher's tirades he got ill and tried to strangle him. That ended up with him getting him zapped by a stungun and beaten silly by about six security guards. Then as punishment Christopher Saint James informed Tobias that if he didn't lose against Kid f'n Cool that week he could consider himself screwed. That he'd have a talk with De Luca and put Tobias back on his hitlist. So like a good little minion Tobias did as he was suppose to do and took the dive. How far he had fallen, it wasn't long ago that he was on top of the world. He had a beautiful love interest, plenty of money, a nice apartment, and was fighting for the World Championship of the Sanctioned Violence Organization. Now look at him, some minion for his sworn enemy, someone he's fought against since his arrival in the sVo. Doing his light work, working as his security, barking like a dog, being forced to ignore his native tongue, and even take dives. Just to keep Marie safe, that's all this was for after all. If it was just him he could of gone back to the swamps of Louisiana and disappeared never to be seen again. But Marie, he couldn't leave her to die, or worse. How did he always seem to end up in these messes. "Are you even listening to me Tobias?" "Yes sir" "So what are we going to do about your lack of listening ability?" "I'll do better sir" "You better or you can consider yourself royally screwed yet again. I helped you, I own you, you're mine you understand!" "Yes sir" "Good, now get the fuck out of my sight!" Tobias nods and turns from CSJ heading out of the office. As he closes the door behind him he leans against the nearby wall and takes a few deep breaths trying to calm the rage building up inside of himself. He just stood there and let that fucking piss ant talk to him like that. Why because he has money and has been able to take advantage of a bad position. So what? that doesn't give him the right to talk to him like that. One of these days he's just going to snap that little bastards neck into two. He just had to find a way to get out from under CSJ's thumb. He need to...Tobias is cut short as he hears in his ear piece a call for security at the poker tables. Something about another man causing a scene. Tobias just shakes his head and heads down the hall in the direction of the scene. We return to our scene a couple of hours later. We watch as Tobias is seen walking out a side entrance to the casino. He slides something into the doorway and then steps a few feet down the wall and leans up against it. Pulling a pack of smokes from his breast pocket of the blazer he takes out a cigarette and lights it up. "I hate dis place, cee ess jay and his fuckin attitude, bark like de dog, clean de gym, shine my boots. I'm gonna take dis cajun foot of mines and place it so far ups his ass he's gonna taste noting but kiwi shoe polish for weeks. Dat lil bastard, he best be glad his contract says no touching him or else I'd break his cocky neck." Tobias takes a few drags off his smoke and just seems to be seething inside. "First tings first dough, I has dat aussie Natan Paradeen. He tinks just cause he gots lucky in de over da top match he can beats me. He tinks just cause his life is all fucked up he can take it out on de cajun sensation. I gots news for him dough, it dont works dat way. Oh no, Tobias done layin down for dees peoples. It's time to take de game up to a whole new level. Time to show dem whys you dont fucks with de cajuns. To show dem whys de cajun always come out on de top. Showdown, me, paradeen, it gonna be hellacious, dat I garontee." Tobias is cut off from his rant to himself by his ear piece buzzing. "Tobias, please report to Mister Saint James' office" "Roger" "Fuck wat dat bastard wants now" Tobias takes his cigarette taking another long drag off of it before tossing it away from himself. He goes through the door kicking the object out of the way so that it closes behind him. Tobias marches his way back towards CSJ's office, this time he dont even knock he just walks inside closing the door behind him. "Lets try that again Tobias" "What do you need" "Wait a second, I'm sorry did I miss something, last I checked I was in charge here" CSJ's tone was mocking towards Tobias, but Tobias just lowered his head, walked back out the door and this time knocked. CSJ hollered for him to enter, which Tobias does. This time when Tobias walks in CSJ just smirks at him. "Taste Kiwi shoe polish for weeks? That wasn't very nice of you to say Tobias" Tobias just shakes his head. He forgot to turn off his ear piece. Everything he said was just heard by the ever listening ears of CSJ. "Yea well, sometimes, you have to vent. Keeps from hurting you." "I highly doubt you'd hurt me Tobias, not only can't you do it contractically, you couldn't do it physically. You're no match for me and you know it. That's why I own you now. Although it'd be fun to just ripyou apart, I've got more pressing news. I've aquired a little playmate for you. Your little buddy Roscoe Shame will be working for me now as well. You two will be teaming up and aquiring gold for me very soon." "That's great, sir" The sarcasm in the word sir was so thick that it literally drips from the tongue of Tobias. CSJ pays it no mind and just smirks. "That it is, just figured I'd let you know though. You're dismissed, take the rest of the day off. I'll call you when my gym needs cleaning again." "As you say sir" Tobias turns and heads towards the door. As he reaches for the knob he hears CSJ behind him one more time. "Oh and by the way, due to your little outburst, you'll be losing to Nathan Paradine this week. I dont care if you have to lay down and drape him over yourself. You are not winning that match this week, is that clear?" "Yes sir" The anger in Tobias' voice was clear. He opened the door and slammed it behind him so hard that a couple pictures on the office wall of CSJ literally fall down. CSJ just smirks and chuckles before hitting a button a comm on his desk. "Send someone in here to clean my office." The comm answers back "Right away sir" "God it's good being me" CSJ just smirks and laughs again as we fade to black. |
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