Post by Lamont Fenris on Mar 21, 2016 4:50:49 GMT -6
Short, short long, this was the recurring pattern of the yellow lines in the middle of the road as Lamont rode his motorcycle through the city streets to explore Kalispell a little. But then he stopped, suddenly in the middle of the road. He got off of the bike right there in the middle of the road with traffic honking behind him and slurs being thrown his way. Then he taking out his smart phone he dialed a number. Taking off his helmet his conversation was short then he paced for a few minutes in front of his bike and one of the men in traffic got out of his car and walked over to Lamont to confront him about stopping in the middle of traffic. As the man approached Lamont gazed in his direction and the disorder and flaws in the man's movement and his body were shown as if looking through an x-ray machine. Like time slowed so that each fault and flaw could be noticed and identified before the man approached. This was common practice. Lamont could not turn it off. Sometimes it sucked but when it came to traffic disputes.
"Let me stop you right there, normally I would make you feel like less of a man by pointing out all of your faults. But frankly I just don't have the time. So would you mind just crying then punching yourself in the face before going back to your car so that you do not have to throw the sloppy left hook you are planning that is evident by your dominant right swagger but clenched left fist, and strange balance problem with the way you walk?. Only for me to dodge the idiotic attempt at manliness and literally flatten you with one shot to your recently rewired jaw. Do it for me, and when you bring the tears make sure the rest of the traffic is able to see you for the person you are. I am waiting for someone and I have a meeting to get to that I would rather not be worked up for. So if you would be so kind and do it yourself that would be much appreciated."
As Lamont was annoyed and berated the man in his raspy Swedish accent, Just then before any action was taken by the other man, a truck pulled up and a man walked over to Lamont with a can of paint in his hand. Lamont pointed to the road and the man got down on his knees with a paintbrush and extended one of the yellow lines to make the pattern consistent to the short, short, long pattern he had seen for miles. Then Lamont put his helmet back on and walked past his would be attacker and patted him on the back before getting back onto his motorcycle then he took off through the city once again.
The time that he had to kill before his engagement had been shortened by this endeavor. Now he had to look around for the place the fight was taking place. He was new to the city and still not fully familiar with it. It did take him a while to find the place. He felt that he should had taken his limo then he would have gotten there quicker and easier but he wanted to explore the city a little before his meeting so that he might come to learn about his new would be home. Which was why he took his motorcycle.
Pulling up to the venue he got off of his motorcycle and took off his helmet once again. his parking was not in a place that was normally acceptable but he did not care as once his helmet came off and people saw who got off the motorcycle no one in their right mind would mess with it. Especially since he had a security system that electrocuted anyone who touched it. Pushing the button on his key he opened his leather jacket and walked up seven steps and opened the door to the building then he went straight to the nearest desk.
"Seven steps?. Seven?. Not Eight? not Six? but Seven?. Who designed this place?"
Then he walked further down the hall into a room, but he could not get the Seven steps out of his mind. When he entered the room 3 men stood in the room. But the most noticeable was the large 6'6 man with the lumber jack beard and boxing gloves on. Lamont did not take the time to study these men as it was not part of the business he had come here to do. He had talked with the other more elderly man in the badly tailored suit for about 15 minutes. The man was trying to horn in on Lamont's air shipments that he had weekly. Lamont indulged in the man's weakness for gambling and told the man that if the man's fighter won the match the man could have the rights to those shipping hours. Though even without knowing who the opponent was Lamont knew the man's fighter was not going to win as everyone had physical flaws to exploit and this mountain of a man was no different. So in order to entice the man to take the bet. Lamont sweetened the pot by putting up 3 million dollars. But also said should the man's fighter lose. Lamont get's the old man's right hand as a lesson not to make bets and deals with men like him.
The man agreed. Lamont smiled and then made his way into the venue to take a front row seat and watch as his manipulation played out.
"Let me stop you right there, normally I would make you feel like less of a man by pointing out all of your faults. But frankly I just don't have the time. So would you mind just crying then punching yourself in the face before going back to your car so that you do not have to throw the sloppy left hook you are planning that is evident by your dominant right swagger but clenched left fist, and strange balance problem with the way you walk?. Only for me to dodge the idiotic attempt at manliness and literally flatten you with one shot to your recently rewired jaw. Do it for me, and when you bring the tears make sure the rest of the traffic is able to see you for the person you are. I am waiting for someone and I have a meeting to get to that I would rather not be worked up for. So if you would be so kind and do it yourself that would be much appreciated."
As Lamont was annoyed and berated the man in his raspy Swedish accent, Just then before any action was taken by the other man, a truck pulled up and a man walked over to Lamont with a can of paint in his hand. Lamont pointed to the road and the man got down on his knees with a paintbrush and extended one of the yellow lines to make the pattern consistent to the short, short, long pattern he had seen for miles. Then Lamont put his helmet back on and walked past his would be attacker and patted him on the back before getting back onto his motorcycle then he took off through the city once again.
The time that he had to kill before his engagement had been shortened by this endeavor. Now he had to look around for the place the fight was taking place. He was new to the city and still not fully familiar with it. It did take him a while to find the place. He felt that he should had taken his limo then he would have gotten there quicker and easier but he wanted to explore the city a little before his meeting so that he might come to learn about his new would be home. Which was why he took his motorcycle.
Pulling up to the venue he got off of his motorcycle and took off his helmet once again. his parking was not in a place that was normally acceptable but he did not care as once his helmet came off and people saw who got off the motorcycle no one in their right mind would mess with it. Especially since he had a security system that electrocuted anyone who touched it. Pushing the button on his key he opened his leather jacket and walked up seven steps and opened the door to the building then he went straight to the nearest desk.
"Seven steps?. Seven?. Not Eight? not Six? but Seven?. Who designed this place?"
Then he walked further down the hall into a room, but he could not get the Seven steps out of his mind. When he entered the room 3 men stood in the room. But the most noticeable was the large 6'6 man with the lumber jack beard and boxing gloves on. Lamont did not take the time to study these men as it was not part of the business he had come here to do. He had talked with the other more elderly man in the badly tailored suit for about 15 minutes. The man was trying to horn in on Lamont's air shipments that he had weekly. Lamont indulged in the man's weakness for gambling and told the man that if the man's fighter won the match the man could have the rights to those shipping hours. Though even without knowing who the opponent was Lamont knew the man's fighter was not going to win as everyone had physical flaws to exploit and this mountain of a man was no different. So in order to entice the man to take the bet. Lamont sweetened the pot by putting up 3 million dollars. But also said should the man's fighter lose. Lamont get's the old man's right hand as a lesson not to make bets and deals with men like him.
The man agreed. Lamont smiled and then made his way into the venue to take a front row seat and watch as his manipulation played out.