Post by Lucas Darius on Jun 19, 2008 17:08:23 GMT -5
Lucas Darius sits in his office, tired look in his face, he expect someone to get in there, yet he's waiting though inpatiently.
Now this is ridiculous, how long is this going to take,
he mumbles to himself.
I told him not to do anything that might hurt him, yet, he went into that match at 150% capacity. Damn him.... Oh well, whatever, I just hope he will do well.
Then suddenly phone rings, disturbing Lucas from his thoughts. He picks it up rather unwillingly and faces the consequences.
Yes, I've already heard. How is he doing?... Oh, so the procedure went well, he's resting in his room now. Thank God. That's one bit of good news. Tell him, I wish him well (or Hell) and to rest as much as possible. His title belt will be in good hands.
Lucas puts the phone on his desk and thinks for a while. Yes, this seems to be a problem, but nothing Lucas can't handle. It just needs a few modifications. I think we can make something out of it.
Just to have some brain.
EOT
Now this is ridiculous, how long is this going to take,
he mumbles to himself.
I told him not to do anything that might hurt him, yet, he went into that match at 150% capacity. Damn him.... Oh well, whatever, I just hope he will do well.
Then suddenly phone rings, disturbing Lucas from his thoughts. He picks it up rather unwillingly and faces the consequences.
Yes, I've already heard. How is he doing?... Oh, so the procedure went well, he's resting in his room now. Thank God. That's one bit of good news. Tell him, I wish him well (or Hell) and to rest as much as possible. His title belt will be in good hands.
Lucas puts the phone on his desk and thinks for a while. Yes, this seems to be a problem, but nothing Lucas can't handle. It just needs a few modifications. I think we can make something out of it.
Just to have some brain.
EOT
