Roy Garnette (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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testrun_box2015-06-03 02:25 pm
pulledplug) wrote in testrun_box2015-06-03 02:25 pm
One last hurrah for SRW Uni
[1]
[There's some fancy galah goin on. Big-wigs from all over the ESUN are attending be they from the corporate sector, military, politicians, whatever. Formal dressware is also the norm for pretty much everyone, but one exception-]
Look, no. I'm not leaving and I'm not changing!
[There's some teenager there arguing with one of the hosts. Seems the people holding this event aren't happy about someone showing up in a t-shirt, jeans, and a jacket, identification be damned.]
I'm not here to rub elbows, I'm here to friggin' protect my boss! These are my work clothes and if you've gotta problem with it, take it up with Mr. Dotrice!
[2]
[It's a late night on the town. Hardly anyone is around, but when Roy spots a lumpy bundle of blankets huddled up on some stairs across the street-]
Hey, can you wait like... five, ten minutes?
I gotta do something.
[And said something is just go sprinting right back the way you both came, down a block and around a bend. Several minutes pass before he returns with a bag in hand, to go across the street and hand it over to the person underneath those blankets along with a business card. He returns with a bagel and coffee in hand]
Okay, the dude didn't like raisins or non-decaffe, but that's why you get backups. Want 'em?
[3]
It's... beautiful...
[Here stands Roy, looking through a store window, leaning up against the window, stroking the window... at a trashed electric guitar being sold for $5.]
Just think how awesome it could be!
[There's some fancy galah goin on. Big-wigs from all over the ESUN are attending be they from the corporate sector, military, politicians, whatever. Formal dressware is also the norm for pretty much everyone, but one exception-]
Look, no. I'm not leaving and I'm not changing!
[There's some teenager there arguing with one of the hosts. Seems the people holding this event aren't happy about someone showing up in a t-shirt, jeans, and a jacket, identification be damned.]
I'm not here to rub elbows, I'm here to friggin' protect my boss! These are my work clothes and if you've gotta problem with it, take it up with Mr. Dotrice!
[2]
[It's a late night on the town. Hardly anyone is around, but when Roy spots a lumpy bundle of blankets huddled up on some stairs across the street-]
Hey, can you wait like... five, ten minutes?
I gotta do something.
[And said something is just go sprinting right back the way you both came, down a block and around a bend. Several minutes pass before he returns with a bag in hand, to go across the street and hand it over to the person underneath those blankets along with a business card. He returns with a bagel and coffee in hand]
Okay, the dude didn't like raisins or non-decaffe, but that's why you get backups. Want 'em?
[3]
It's... beautiful...
[Here stands Roy, looking through a store window, leaning up against the window, stroking the window... at a trashed electric guitar being sold for $5.]
Just think how awesome it could be!
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[Cue Samantha getting all up in Roy's face.]
Say, you're single, aren't you? No girlfriend, wife, or fiancee? Not even a hugging pillow, right?
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... No homo.
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Still, if you ever decide to turn back from your bachelor ways, I know juuuuuuuust the girl for you.
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Ask other dudes that like punching jerks that, maybe one of 'em'll take that offer!