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El Locon Roleplay
Topic Started: Feb 17 2011, 03:18 AM (203 Views)
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The new trip was quiet. For everyone’s benefit, the plane dimmed the lights as it flew from New York to France. Many people enjoyed their slumber and had nodded off. Interestingly to El Locon, nobody ever seemed to snore when they were on an airplane. Perhaps the engine roar drowned out the sound. El Locon looked around. The few people still awake had their head buried in newspapers or wrapped up in headphones, listening to music provided by the airline.

El Locon couldn’t sleep. He unbuckled his safety belt and headed towards the bathroom. He smiled at the stewardess before he made his way into the bathroom. El Locon unbuckled his jeans, pulled them down and sat on the toilet. He didn’t really have to go and there was no real reason to go through the act of simulating like he was using the bathroom, but El Locon did it due to a combination of his anxiety and OCD.

After waiting a few minutes, he gets up and looks into the bathroom mirror. The bags under his eyes were due to months of sleep deprivation. El Locon turned on the sink and splashed some water on his face. He thought it would somehow freshen him up. He looked in the mirror and smiled. He straightened out his shirt and checked himself out from a rear view.

Apparently, Noel had managed to make him feel something that he hadn’t with Christina Liberty. Christina was short. The most she ever uttered was three words at a time. And as El Locon thought about it more, the less he liked their chances at continuing a relationship.

El Locon exited the airplane’s lavatory and made his way back to his seat. Noel was working feverishly at “The Ultimate Puzzle Book: Over 600 Challenging Puzzles.” As El Locon sat down and re-buckled his seat belt, he glanced over at what type of puzzle Noel was working on. It was a Codeword. A Codeword was like a crossword puzzle, except you had no clues. The blocks are numbered 1 through 26, each representing a letter of the alphabet. The puzzle gave you three letters to start. You had to figure out the other 23.

Noel tapped the pen on the plastic tray table that unfolded from the armrest. She turned and noticed El Locon staring at the puzzle.

Noel: Okay, they gave me I, M, and P. But the word is 8 letters long and I don’t know what to put.

El Locon grabbed the puzzle book and turned it towards him. He looked at it and frowned.

El Locon: Why didn’t you fill in the rest of the letters?

Noel: What do you mean?

El Locon: Can I see your pen?

Noel handed El Locon her pen and in a brief moment, their fingers touched. El Locon and Noel looked at each other. Noel looked at El Locon and smiled. She pushed her hair behind her ear and turned her attention back to the book.

El Locon: Uhm…uh….you…uh….didn’t fill in the rest of the letters.

El Locon takes the pen and begins filling in all the rest of the I's, M's, and P's.

El Locon: Now, What would make this word seem okay?

El Locon runs all the combinations through his head: Aimp, Bimp, Cimp, Dimp, Eimp, etc.

El Locon: Probably the most logical choice is S.

Noel: Why S?

El Locon: It is the best fit. It should make SIMPLIFY.

Noel: You’re so smart!

Noel said that and placed her hand on El Locon’s arm. But, she quickly drew her hand back.

Noel: Oh!

El Locon: What?

Noel: Do you work out?

El Locon: Uhhh…. Yeah, you could say that.

Noel: What does that mean?

El Locon: You probably won’t believe me.

Noel squinted her eyes and looked crossly at El Locon.

Noel: Just tell me!

El Locon: I’m a…uh… professional wrester.

El Locon chuckled as he ran his hands through his hair, showing an overt sign of his embarrassment as his omission.

Noel: What’s wrong?

El Locon: I don’t know. I guess I feel embarrassed saying that.

Noel: Why? There’s nothing wrong with being a performer. Besides, you probably make a lot of money, you’re on television, and you’re famous.

El Locon: Not as much money as you think.

Noel: That’s alright. Everyone in this day and age could use a job, no matter what it pays.

El Locon: What line of work do you do?

Noel: I’m a writer and a teacher.

El Locon: That’s nice. We can always use more writers and teachers in the world. Have you published anything?

Noel: Not yet. But I will.

El Locon: I’m sure you will.

Noel smirks.

Noel: And how would you know that? Have you even read any of my writing?

El Locon: Uhm…..no.

El Locon looked down.

Noel: Uh-huh…

El Locon: I’m sorry. I was just trying to encourage…

Noel: You think I need encouragement?

El Locon: No, I was just….

Noel: So what were you saying?

El Locon: I was thinking I needed to quit while I was ahead.

Noel nods.

Noel: That sounds like a good plan.

Looking to change the subject, El Locon directs the conversation at Noel.

El Locon: Do you make a lot of money teaching?

Noel: Not really.

El Locon: I hear that’ll change soon. Barack Obama, according to rumors, is looking to help increase the wages of teachers.

Noel: How does that affect me?

El Locon: Oh… you work in a parochial school?

Noel: No, I work in a public school.

El Locon: Then, you’ll benefit.

Noel: Unless Barack Obama’s policies affect other countries, I doubt I will benefit.

El Locon: What country do you teach in?

Noel: France.

El Locon: So you teach English over there?

Noel: No, I teach writing.

El Locon: English writing?

Noel: No, French.

El Locon: Wait…wait…wait…wait… Where are you from? Where were you born? Who are your parents?

Noel: France, Paris, Jean and Marie.

El Locon couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Noel was from France. If his heart was glass, her words were the hammer that shattered it. To say that he was visibly upset would be an understatement and Noel noticed.

Noel: What’s wrong? You’ve got this look like you’re going to be air sick? Wait! Are you going to be airsick?

El Locon: You’re French?

Noel: Yes.

El Locon: But…..why?

Noel became annoyed at the question.

Noel: What do you mean why? It’s the way I am! I was born in France. It’s not like I had a choice. I couldn’t just pop out mid gestation and tell my parents to birth me in another place!

El Locon: But I was starting to like you!

Noel grew more frustrated by the moment. El Locon’s tone was accusatory. And yet, she was not aware of what she was being accused of. She was not aware of his disdain for anything not American. Some people perceived it as xenophobia and maybe it was, but it did little to rectify El Locon’s situation.

Noel: What does that even mean? Are you like anti-France or something?

If this were any other time, with any other person El Locon would’ve proudly declared his love of America. He would boldly stated his love of all things red, white, and blue from Alabama to Wyoming…including Ohio. But something was different. Looking into her eyes, El Locon couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her how he felt. So, instead, he hung his head and let his silence do the talking.

El Locon: ……

Noel: Hello?

El Locon: …….

Noel: Not going to say anything?

El Locon: ……….

Noel: Fine!

Noel grabbed her pen back from El Locon and closed her puzzle book. She folded her arms tightly and pressed them against her chest. She closed her eyes and just sat there.

El Locon felt like an idiot, but not for the reason many would think. El Locon felt like an idiot for letting himself get duped by some pretty face.

He felt ashamed too. Christina Liberty was at home. They were going through a rough patch, but it was no reason for him to cheat. After all, they were still technically an item. El Locon’s head hurt. He didn’t know what to do. He was unable to make heads or tails of his feelings and all the emotion of one day made him look forward to the Tag Team Title match he had coming up. El Locon had the opportunity to win the World Tag Team Championship and get some revenge on The Rodriguez Brothers.

It was odd. He hadn’t thought about the match in a while. When he talked to Noel, everything else didn’t seem to matter. Everything else didn’t exist. He realized he was falling for her and he tried to fight it. In his mind, El Locon began to rationalize out things to hate about Noel.

El Locon: Noel had to be a plant… a very pretty plant…. With long legs… amazing eyes… and a voice that would…. No!

El Locon wasn’t going to let himself succumb. Instead, he joined Noel and most of the passengers by drifting to sleep.

* * *

Many hours later, El Locon awoke to the sound of a cart locking it’s brakes. He opens his eyes and looks to his left. Before he can focus on the cart, he notices Noel is using his shoulder as a pillow. El Locon is reminded of the fight and stirs his shoulder. Noel wakes and the flight attendant looks to take their drink order.

Attendant: What will you have?

Before Noel can speak, El Locon jumps in.

El Locon: Orange juice… with ice.

Noel turns to the attendant.

Noel: Uhm…sorry…uh…coffee….black.

The attendant served the drinks while Noel looked at El Locon from the corner of her eye.

Noel: Sorry about your shirt. I didn’t know I fell asleep onto it.

El Locon: It’s fine.

El Locon replied with the cold, heartless reply that generally comes out of a person once they have shut down emotionally toward someone.

Noel: You realize that…

El Locon: No! I don’t realize anything! Don’t you get it? My name…is El Locon. I am a professional wrestler! My entire life is centered on the fact that I embrace everything that is America and strictly America. I do not venture outside of the borders. But I am doing so because I have a deal with my boss. You have no FREAKING clue how nerve racking this is for me!

My box was clearly defined. It had four neat corners and it was clean. You decided to play god with the box and ended up bending each side in half so that now I am left with an octagon. You’ve also decided to reach your hand into the box, swirl it around and mess everything up!

With a calming voice, Noel replied to El Locon’s anxiety driven rant.

Noel: Borders are meant to be expanded. They change with time. America, the country you love so much? It’s borders expanded several times. If it did not expand, there would be no continental United States. The United States even stepped outside the box when they claimed Alaska and Hawaii.

El Locon: And now the borders are locked! They haven’t changed in many years.

Noel: True, but the direction of America has changed many times in the 50 years since the borders were set. With changes in power come changes in direction.

El Locon: So you’re saying that you are the new power in my life and I should just change my direction?

Noel: All I’m saying is that I would like to be friends. Nothing more. I’d like us to start out as friends, is that okay?

El Locon: I thought you…

Noel: You’re jumping to so many conclusions and plotting out so many circumstances and situations in your head that you’ve become a complete mess.

El Locon: I…

El Locon sighs. He opens his mouth several more times but nothing comes out. He looks at Noel and his eyes convey a deep sadness.

El Locon: I---I’m sorry. All this pressure that I have in my life right now, sometimes I don’t think I can deal with it. The thought of us being something was added pressure and I’m not ready to deal with it, yet.

Noel: I’m not asking you to. Like I said…..friends?

Noel holds out her hand. El Locon looks down at her open hand and then back at her, he smiles a half smile and takes her hand.

El Locon: Friends.

The two shake and smile.

The plane had landed around 3:00 PM the following day. El Locon was off the plane and standing in line at the luggage claim rack. Everywhere around him, he heard a language that was not his own. He heard people speak and laugh about things he couldn’t understand. He looked over the crowd and saw that these things, these people…were French. He didn’t like it, but El Locon would have to adapt here. As the luggage came down the moving rack, El Locon picked it up and forced his way through the crowd to the revolving doors that separated El Locon from the mild discomfort of the French airport to the mind shattering paranoia and delusion of France itself. He began to turn around and march back to the ticket booth to demand a flight back to America when Noel approached.

To El Locon, she was still lovely. She had a bounce in her step and her brown hair hung perfectly around her shoulders as she came up to him.

Noel: Hey, did you want to catch a taxi together?

El Locon: Uhm…sure!

Noel: I don’t want to impose. It looks like you were going to do something before I came up to you.

El Locon: I was, uh, just seeing if there was some place to grab a bite to eat.

Noel: I’m starving too. I know a perfect place to grab something to eat. Let’s go.

Noel grabbed El Locon’s hand and pulled him towards the door. Not anticipating her strength and speed, El Locon lunged forward and then tried to keep up.

* * *

As the taxi pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, El Locon’s eyes lit up. Noel hadn’t taken him to some fancy restaurant. She hadn’t taken him to some mom and pop French food place. She took him to a place built of the colors red and yellow. The curve of the arches reminded El Locon of open arms welcoming him back home. She had taken him to McDonald’s… in France!

Noel: I felt that this place would be probably the best way to start your first experience in France.

As they got out of the car, El Locon marveled at the McDonald’s. He was almost left speechless.

El Locon: I…I…really don’t know what to say! This is amazing! Thank you!

Noel: Are you going to stand there or are we going to actually go in and order?

El Locon ran to catch up with Noel. They went inside with the McDonald’s almost exactly like the McDonald’s in America. The minor differences include the use of the French language, but, luckily, pictures accompanied the words.

Noel: What do you want?

El Locon: A two cheeseburger meal with freedom fries and a soda.

Noel: They have fries. The freedom is something Americans made up and think that it spites France. It didn’t, doesn’t, and won’t.

El Locon: Okay, then order me French Fries.

Noel: Je voudrais deux hamburgers avec fromage, les frites, et une boisson. Alors, je voudrais un sandwich de poulet avec rien sur cela, les frites, et une boisson.

Noel received the total and paid the cashier.

Noel: Why don’t you go find us a place to sit?

El Locon looked around. The French were everywhere in this place. He found a secluded corner and sat down in the seat closest to the nearest exit. After a few moments, Noel returned with food. She handed El Locon his food. El Locon unwrapped his food and dug in.

Noel: So, what are you doing today?

El Locon: Well, I have to check in to my hotel and then tomorrow morning, I have to go to a naval base and arrive on the beaches of Normandy for a promotional piece.

Noel: Sounds exciting!

El Locon: I guess. I also need to find a gym so I can train for my match.

Noel: You started to talk to me about your match but we got… distracted. Tell me more about it.

El Locon: Well, there’s this guy named Matt Anderson and he’s my boss. He was running our wrestling company so poorly that we nearly went bankrupt. In a bold move, the former owner cqame back trying to rescue this great company. Since then, the two have been fighting back and forth and all it does is impact the wrestlers. So, they decided to make teams and I was chosen to be on Jon Page’s team.

Noel: That’s good, right?

El Locon: No. Because if we somehow lose this match my life will be of a living hell than it has been the past couple of months. I could even be fired for representing Page's team. So, as a strategic move to keep a spot on the roster and to fight off the bullies of the company by the name of The Rodriguez Brothers I have bought a shot at the SVO Tag Team Titles with a mystery partner to make sure I have a title after Vendetta to continue to have a secure job.

Noel: So a single title match is the upside for you?

El Locon: Yes.

Noel: An this is something that you could probably earn on your own at a later time?

El Locon: Yeeeeeeeeeessss…but it is so much easier to just have it given to me, like it should have been in the first place.

Noel: So, you are only in this for personal gain?

El Locon: Yeah.

Noel: You don’t think about how this scenario is going to impact your company? What about the other wrestlers?

El Locon: What about them?

Noel: How are they going to be impacted by this.

El Locon: To be honest, I don’t know and I don’t care.

Noel: Definitely the embodiment of America.

El Locon began to get defensive.

El Locon: You have a problem with that?

Noel: I just think that if you took a different direction with me, then maybe you should take a different direction with your wrestling. Instead of focusing on yourself all the damn time, why don’t you think about other people?

El Locon sat in silence, chewing on his cheeseburger. He didn’t answer Noel. He had no answer. He could make one up and be the guy that always has the answer to every question, but not to her. He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t do that.

Figuring that he didn’t have the answer, Noel dropped the subject altogether. She was pushing him – pushing him to that place he had not yet explored. El Locon was bracing for it, yet would never be fully prepared for it.
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