Ragingbull
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OOC: I will play Bart Freeman, 6’3”, 240 pounds, 34 years old, former football player, all muscle, short brown hair and blue eyes. He demands perfection, has a steely disposition and a mean temper but can turn on the charm when he needs to for his own gain. He’s a successful building contractor whose third wife recently left him. His place is a mess because he fired two previous house keepers. He needs it cleaned because he is having some people over for the big game on Sunday. He also needs someone that can help out during the game. He picks up a phone and calls an agency he sometimes uses to find specialized contractors. Cheerwarren has asked to play the maid. There are plenty of roles for others who are interested once the game is underway.
IC: “Hey Mike, I need you to send me over someone to clean the house on Saturday and also to help out with the set-up and clean-up for Sunday’s game. And make sure she knows what she’s doing. Not an idiot like that decorator you sent me for the new store. Don’t screw it up if you expect anymore of my business”… Saturday morning came around quickly. The alarm went off too early. I was not in a good mood. Friday I lost a major bid to an out of town asshole so I went to a local pub, got drunk, got in a fight and came home too late. I wanted to roll over and catch a few more Zzz’s, but I remembered that the maid was coming soon. I showered, pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and was just getting coffee when I heard the doorbell.
IC: “Hey Mike, I need you to send me over someone to clean the house on Saturday and also to help out with the set-up and clean-up for Sunday’s game. And make sure she knows what she’s doing. Not an idiot like that decorator you sent me for the new store. Don’t screw it up if you expect anymore of my business”… Saturday morning came around quickly. The alarm went off too early. I was not in a good mood. Friday I lost a major bid to an out of town asshole so I went to a local pub, got drunk, got in a fight and came home too late. I wanted to roll over and catch a few more Zzz’s, but I remembered that the maid was coming soon. I showered, pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and was just getting coffee when I heard the doorbell.