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Post by immacolata on Nov 15, 2010 0:48:37 GMT -4
Immacolata: Having fun yet?
She is sitting on a locker room bench, lacing up her boots. Arkken had just entered and removed his coat; he is now applying tape on his left forearm.
Arkken: What do you mean? We're on the winning team.
Immacolata: I am the winning team, mister Tudor.
Arkken: Well, she-Tudor, we are the winning team.
He had put the emphasis on the word "we".
Immacolata: If you say so. We're going to find out soon enough.
She gets up and starts stretching her arms and her back. Her father is now taping his right forearm.
Arkken: I take it you are not too happy with the arrangement.
Immacolata: You know I'm not a team player. We'll get lost in the crowd and it will be worse than your never-ending feud with Severus.
Arkken: I find your lack of faith disturbing.
He smiles at his own reference, but Immacolata does not look amused.
Arkken: Listen. We wouldn't be able to just be a part of the team. My mouth is way too big for that. Whenever you're not wrestling, Immacolata, or threatening to murder somebody, you're very low profile. That's why you benefit from our team; because my visibility is through the roof.
Immacolata: I'll concede the point, but I am still unhappy with this situation.
Arkken: I think you will see things from a different perspective later tonight. What you have to realize is that we have just found the key to success here. Come with me and you'll see.
He throws the tape into a locker and walks to the door. Immacolata follows.
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