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To Find A Friend RIP Tom Petty
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Topic Started: Nov 21 2017, 09:49 PM (67 Views)
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Joey NOX
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Nov 21 2017, 09:49 PM
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We begin in the home of Joey NOX. Pacing around in his kitchen, "The Money Making Swan Of Pro Wrestling" Nebraska Jones is there with her phone planted up to her ear. Nebby is strolling around in a Brilliant Pair shirt and some leggings, her facial expression that of intense focus. On the kitchen table there's an assortment of madness ranging from what looks like a live weapon (!) to a bunch of plants with roots attached to them to a cross. Nebs continues to stroll around, humming "I Walk Alone" while she's waiting for someone to pick up. She picks up a baton off the table and with her free hand, she starts flailing around like she's karate-ing it up. She makes a wrong move and the baton goes flying out of her hands, Nebs cringing as it flies across the room and slams into the fridge. Her cringe is cut off by someone on the other end and with her fist slamming onto the counter, Nebraska's eyes narrow.
Nebraska Jones: Yeah is Jesse there? I wanna speak to him. Hmm? Tell him it's Nebraska.
Whatever is said on the other end draws a BIG groan from Nebraska Jones. Nebs slams her fist into the counter again, yelping in response when she realizes that was not a good idea. Nebs shakes her fist out and with a vein throbbing in her neck, the Money Making Swan answers whoever is on the other end with great fury and vengeance in her voice.
Nebraska Jones: NO! NOT THE STATE! WHY DOES EVERYONE ASK THAT?! HOW CAN A STATE CALL PEOPLE?! Tell Jesse it's a wrestler, he'll understand.
Nebraska takes a big deep breath and then looks up at the clock in the kitchen. Mouthing the time to herself, Nebraska cracks a big smile and nods her head as if the person on the other end can see her.
Nebraska Jones: Sure I'll hold, I imagine he's a busy kind of dude.
As Nebraska Jones is waiting for the person to come back on the other line, Joey NOX walks into the room. A shirtless Joey NOX stands there looking at Nebraska Jones and then peeks at his kitchen table. NOX gives Nebraska an eyebrow raise and Nebraska in return gives him a friendly wave. Joey approaches the kitchen table and picks up a bunch of gold chains. He looks them over and then cringes, lowering them slowly as he moves onto the next item on the table he wants to get his hands on. Nebraska Jones slaps NOX's hands away and Joey just throws his arms up in the air. Joey peers at the table again and points at something, Nebraska Jones tilting her head to and fro to the sounds of what appears to be elevator music on the other end.
NOX: That my slingshot?
Nebraska Jones: Well I didn't see your name on it but yes, I got it out of your room.
NOX: That's a family heirloom.
Nebraska Jones: Some families collect postcards.
NOX, sighing: What uh, what ya up to Nebs?
Nebraska Jones: Well since I'm on hold, I'm talking to Jesse. Or will be. I plan on doing it. It's about Sean.
NOX: Why are you talking to Jesse Drive?
Nebraska Jones throws in the world's most aggressive eye roll and shakes her head at NOX.
Nebraska Jones: NOT Jesse Drive! Jesse "The Body" Ventura! See Sean's gone missing and this requires a wrestler with a knowledge of conspiracies. The Body can help! I know he can help.
Joey goes to say something but no words come out of his mouth. He strokes his chin slowly, eyes focused on Nebraska Jones as if he's waiting on a punch line. When nothing comes back his way, Joey slowly exhales and claps his hands together.
NOX: I have something to tell you but before I do that, I'll humor you. Why not go the police?
Nebraska Jones: THEY'RE GONNA BE IN ON IT! HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN A CONSPIRACY?!
Joey and Nebraska Jones exchange nods and it's NOX's who is far more sarcastic for once. Nebraska Jones is still on hold, her eyes focused on Joey NOX while the former PRW champion is staring at this table of goodies Nebraska has collected for herself. After a few seconds of silence, a very confused Joey NOX just nods his head and points on something on the table.
NOX: Okay and all of this weaponry then?
Nebraska Jones: Well you need guns obviously. I'm an American after all. I can't confirm how far this conspiracy goes so I got three 22s.
Joey nods his head and then shrugs at Nebraska. He holds up three fingers and then lowers one down, giving Nebrasa an eye brow raise.
NOX: See Swan, you've only got two hands.
Nebraska Jones: The third one is for Lisa Matthews. See Joey, this is going to be a heavy mission. We know Sean Aries is into some weird stuff so I bet they'll be zombies, ghouls, drug dealers, vampires, monsters, Tracy Smothers and all sorts of skeletons. You assume they'll be a like dragon or something. I'm gonna need a partner who can help out and then survive long enough to be sacrificed.
NOX: Does Lisa Matthews know she's going to be sacrificed?
Nebraska picks up a rock off the table and the rock has a smiley face drawn on it. She nods her head a few times and then shrugs her shoulders.
Nebraska Jones: I mean she has to. She's the tag-along woman with the rough family upbringing. I imagine she'll sacrifice herself by driving an armored truck into a gas station or something. Maybe shouting "WHO WOULDA THOUGHT IT'D END LIKE THIS HUH?!" before she blows up or something dramatic..
NOX: Cool. Do I need to ask about the rest ofthis table wide assortment of goodies or...
Nebraska Jones kisses the rock and then puts it down onto the table. Looking like someone selling a bundle of shit at a yard sale, Nebraska begins to run through some of the items.
Nebraska Jones: WELL *gesturing at the plants* these are herbs. I use these for if I get hurt. I don't quite know how but my assumption is I'll just, like, rub them on my wound or something. Although this is Sean Aries so maybe they need to be ingested in some way. I may have to SMOKE the weed as they so put it. I don't wish to smoke "the weed" but I will happily do it to bring Sean back from the Netherworld.
NOX: Pretty sure that's just leaves from my lilac garden.
Rather than play the game with Joey, she moves on and picks up your standard brick. She looks at the brick and then gives NOX a big wide smile.
Nebraska Jones: THIS is a brick. I'll use this pretty obviously for the pretty obvious reasons.
NOX: To hit people?
Nebraska shouts at him and NOX nearly takes a bump on that. Brick held above her head and phone clenched in her other hand, Nebraska explains to the rather simple minded NOX what the brick is truly used for.
Nebraska Jones: No! I'm going to throw them to distract somebody so I can dip out undetected. It's called stealth, Joey.
NOX: Sweet that sounds stupid as hell. What about the other stuff?
Nebraska Jones: THIS is a crank. You need that because...well...every time something goes on in one of these deals, you need to use a crank. "Find the crank and etc etc!" You know the deal. This? *Nebraska gestures towards a bluetooth earpiece* THAT, my good sir is a blue tooth piece. You need those because that is how you get contacted by whomever has got him. I'm assuming Sean's been kidnapped or something. You get the feeling Sean would be the kind of guy to get abducted by ninjas. ALSO if you need to get in touch with me, that's the best bet becasue I bet that I'll be ass deep into some shit. This? *Nebraska points to a ninja star* I mean I found it at a garage sale and it's actually pretty cool to be honest. I don't know if I'd ever use it but I imagine it'll come in handy. I got some yen I collected from the last Japanese tour because I might need to go to Japan to get him. *Running her hand over a fanny pack* THIS is a fanny pack, I use this for fanny pack related reasons. Wrestlers need fanny packs.
NOX points at a caulk gun on the table, Nebraska Jones reaching to pick it up instinctively.
NOX: What about that caulk gun?
Nebs picks up the caulk gun full of some ooze and shakes it up in her hands.
Nebraska Jones: That? That's an antidote. For Aunt Rhody or whatever.
NOX: Why is it in a caulk gun?
Nebraska Jones: Best I could find.
NOX: You mean to tell me you couldn't find one dude in the locker room who owns a syringe?
Nebraska Jones: What is THAT supposed to mean?
NOX: You imply, I infer.
NOX winks at Nebraska Jones who returns his wink with one of her own. NOX and Nebraska stand there winking at one another for a while before Joey NOX cringes and starts rubbing his eye. "Eyelash?" whispers Nebraska and Joey NOX just nods at her while rubbing his face. With the winking bit done, Nebraska just moves on, lowering the gun down to the table.
Nebraska Jones: Well either way if I get infected by a creepy ghoul type plant monster, I got the antidote for it.
At this point we can all agree this bit has seen its best and it's time to bring it back to reality. NOX calmly takes the phone out of Nebraska's hand and ends the call. Before Nebraska Jones can object to the action, NOX puts his arm over her shoulder and leads her toward the window. With the two staring out into the early morning sun, Joey breaks the news to the Swan.
NOX: Nebs, Swanny....Look here. Sean's alive and like, he's back.
Nebraska Jones: I know he's alive. I'm gonna find him.
NOX: Swan, he's back. He's doing promos and the such.
Nebraska Jones: Wait what
Nebraska gives Joey a look of true confusion. With a head nod and a smile, Joey shakes Nebraska a little.
NOX: Yeah Sean's back. He just kinda came back. It's all good.
Nebraska Jones: Really? Huh....I guess that spooky shit was all for nothing.
NOX: I mean it depends on who you ask.
The room grow silent between the two. Joey and Nebraska Jones nod at one another as birds chirp outside the house. As the leaves fall from the trees, Nebraska breaks the silence with her best possible deadpan voice.
Nebraska Jones: He's mad isn't he?
NOX: Eh, I think he's just frustrated. I bet he'll appreciate your willingness to like find him. He'll appreciate your commitment to this bit.
Joey pats Nebraska on the shoulder and then turns away from her. As NOX walks toward the kitchen, something inside Nebraska's compels her to say more. With a slight head turn and a yelp, she gets NOX's attention. The two are staring at one another from about a five foot distance and Nebraska turns all the way around to be face to face. Nebraska rubs her hands together, shrugging her shoulders as she gently leads into what seems like a potentially insurmountable ask.
Nebraska Jones: So this is totally weird and maybe you won't be into this but hear me out. Can you like...go missing? Just for a few days? I mean look dude I got all this stuff together and I worked myself into a shoot and the LEAST you can do is just be cool and a buddy and get lost. Just get lost, dude. I'll find you I've lived with you enough that I can get your like scent down. Besides I imagine you're into all sorts of weird shit so maybe I'll get to fight a vampire anyways.
NOX: I mean why don't you go find Ace Andrews?
Nebraska Jones: Eh I mean I COULD do that but why would you chase something that you don't WANT to find?
NOX: Good point. Can you find me before Thanksgiving?
Nebraska Jones: I mean SHIT yeah!
NOX: Well good luck finding me then!
NOX and Nebraska exchange cheesy smiles and then Joey grabs his coat, heading out through the front door as Nebraska Jones does a little happy dance!
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