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Post by ap on May 26, 2010 14:33:32 GMT -4
Mr. AP, parched from a midday workout, strides to the Lounge for a mineral water. He approaches the door and reads the "Manager Wanted" sign. He gets an idea...
Mr. AP: Gotta do what I gotta do...
AP reaches up and rips down the sign. Instead of entering the bar, he turns and starts heading toward his car. With the sign in his right hand, he pulls out his phone with his left and hits 3 on speed dial and puts the phone to his ear.
Mr. AP: Yo, Trash! Hey, man, no time to talk, just got a question though. Ain't you run your dad's restaurant that one time?... Aight, I'ma need some business talk. Think I got somethin to get me in... Yeah, you know how I do. Lemme call you later, aight?... Later...
Mr. AP ends the call and lowers his arm, phone in hand, with a smile on his face as he looks down at the sign in his other hand. He then looks back at his phone, presses the 'contacts' button, and scrolls down to "Emma's office". He presses the call button...
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Post by ap on Jun 2, 2010 16:14:17 GMT -4
No answer. The call goes straight to Emma's voicemail. AP shrugs and waits for the beep...
Mr. AP: Emma, it's like this. I'm tellin you -- you want things to get off and poppin for the best fed on the planet? Then put me front and center! First, lemme manage the Lounge. I'ma take care of that business no problem. Then, I'ma take out whatever clowns I gotta take out in that special TV division match you was talkin about. And third... Well, looks like you got an uprisin on your hands. I ain't nobody's puppet, but momma always said I was a good helper. You lemme know what up.
With a smirk on his face, AP presses the 'end call' button. He continues toward his car.
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Post by emma on Jun 2, 2010 22:56:11 GMT -4
AP's phone rings and it's Jerry (Emma's assistant) He listened to the voice message but didn't want to answer the phone because he just made his nails.
Jerry: Hellooooooooo. Hey you, guy with the funny talking. Emma is not here at the moment but I'm in charge of negotiating with anyone that would like to manage the place.
Jerry: But you have to convince me. I mean I do not want ugly names from the hood cause this will be a High Class place, duh!
Jerry: If you have anything good in mind let me know.
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Post by ap on Jun 6, 2010 16:02:47 GMT -4
Mr. AP removes his phone from his ear and looks at it, as if looking at Jerry, in a somewhat offended manner. He puts it back to his ear.
AP: Look, Jerry. I'm a professional. All "hood" things aside, I know how to get things done and make things look good. I'm the best thing ever to happen to GX, and I'll be the best thing ever to happen to this place, too. Call it the "Gentlemen's Pub" or the "Players' Lounge" or whatever high class name you want to put on it. Up my salary a small amount -- I ain't that needy -- and it's all good. What up, Jerry?
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Post by Black Spirit on Jun 19, 2010 11:43:02 GMT -4
ooc: We didn't have time to play this storyline but remember me to go with it as soon as next season starts.
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Post by ap on Jun 20, 2010 2:26:09 GMT -4
ooc: Noted.
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