Marcus2
Soaring Above
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OOC: If you found out that you only had 1 week to live, what would you do? This is my story or version of what it might be like. All I need is a gurl who would play a receptionist, my secretary; a guy who will play Ryan's best friend who will try and help him.
Ryan
23
6'3
Short black hair, nicely kept
Average body tone but alittle muscle, and a nice tan
~Ryan walked into his office, greeting his secretary {you may choose who the name is}. He sat down in his big chair behind his desk. Behind his chair was a large window where he could see down into the street 27 floors under him. He sighed as he looked down into the busy streets. There were many things on his mind: his girlfriend dumping him, and the buisness becoming bigger. There were more buildings going up around the world like McDonalds.
He sat down on his chair and turned to face the desk. He hadn't noticed the quite large stack of papers on his desk. He sighed, it was going to be a day like yesterday:boring. He sighed and leaned back, grabbing a pen from a drawer and biginning to go about his work.
He looked over at his clock and realized several hours had passed by and he was only half way through. He was about to pick up the next paper when the phone rang. Apparently his secretary had just sent it through to his phone. He picked it up and said~
Hello this is Ryan speaking how can I help you? Hello Ryan... Came a dark reply. He looked at the phone. Who am I speaking too? That is not important now, Ryan, I have a deal to make with you. In seven days, there will be an execution, your execution. Now, there is a way to make sure you do not die. Pay me 100,000 dollars and I shall call the hitter off, do we have a deal? Okay, one, fuck off, I know this is just a prank call and all I can say is, buzz off!
~he hung up the phone with a smack and went back to his work when suddenly, he heard a buzzing noise go right past his face and he looked at the floor where there was now a new hole. He was amazed the glass didn't break. Suddenly the phone rang again and he slowly picked it up~
Do not ever, do that again. You think this is a joke? We shall see, fork over the money on the seventh day in the park and I'll call'em off, goodbye Ryan. We'll keep in touch and oh, one more thing, don't try and call the cops, we'll know.
~he hung up the phone, sweat now running down his forehead. He looked at his desk and sighed. What the hell was going on?! He yelled at himself inside his head. He slammed his head on the desk, trying to figure everything out~
Ryan
23
6'3
Short black hair, nicely kept
Average body tone but alittle muscle, and a nice tan
~Ryan walked into his office, greeting his secretary {you may choose who the name is}. He sat down in his big chair behind his desk. Behind his chair was a large window where he could see down into the street 27 floors under him. He sighed as he looked down into the busy streets. There were many things on his mind: his girlfriend dumping him, and the buisness becoming bigger. There were more buildings going up around the world like McDonalds.
He sat down on his chair and turned to face the desk. He hadn't noticed the quite large stack of papers on his desk. He sighed, it was going to be a day like yesterday:boring. He sighed and leaned back, grabbing a pen from a drawer and biginning to go about his work.
He looked over at his clock and realized several hours had passed by and he was only half way through. He was about to pick up the next paper when the phone rang. Apparently his secretary had just sent it through to his phone. He picked it up and said~
Hello this is Ryan speaking how can I help you? Hello Ryan... Came a dark reply. He looked at the phone. Who am I speaking too? That is not important now, Ryan, I have a deal to make with you. In seven days, there will be an execution, your execution. Now, there is a way to make sure you do not die. Pay me 100,000 dollars and I shall call the hitter off, do we have a deal? Okay, one, fuck off, I know this is just a prank call and all I can say is, buzz off!
~he hung up the phone with a smack and went back to his work when suddenly, he heard a buzzing noise go right past his face and he looked at the floor where there was now a new hole. He was amazed the glass didn't break. Suddenly the phone rang again and he slowly picked it up~
Do not ever, do that again. You think this is a joke? We shall see, fork over the money on the seventh day in the park and I'll call'em off, goodbye Ryan. We'll keep in touch and oh, one more thing, don't try and call the cops, we'll know.
~he hung up the phone, sweat now running down his forehead. He looked at his desk and sighed. What the hell was going on?! He yelled at himself inside his head. He slammed his head on the desk, trying to figure everything out~
