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Date Posted: 23:30:11 03/18/02 Mon
Author: Bryan Ezra
Author Host/IP: proxy.wre.adelphia.net / 24.48.56.11
Subject: Sample Roleplay (Not As This Exact Character)

(Scene opens and Drake Griffon is stepping through the
revolving doors of a shopping mall in down town
Atlanta. A small crowd has gathered on both sides of
the door, not because Griffon is that famous, but
rather, he has been stepping through the revolving
door of this particular mall for about a half hour
straight now.
Finally a security guard walks up and starts to motion
for Drake to get out of the doorway. Griffon continues
to spin around and around, and the guard begins to
yell at him to stop and get out. Drake finally
notices the guard and comes spilling out of the door,
still moving in large loopy circles.
Griffon staggers through the crowd and smacks against
the wall, his head thudding solidly against the un
forgiving concrete.
Drake slumps down against the wall, and you can almost
see the stars spinning around his head as he struggles
to get back to his feet. His eyes flutter back in his
head and he slumps back down and is still.)

---------------------------------FLASHBACK------------------------------------

(Somewhere in the distance, a woman is laying back on
a folding lawn chair. Distantly, music is playing, but
it is impossible to make out just what song is
playing.
The view is whirling, spinning out of control. It is
also thudding up and down, and making vague growling
noises. The perspective turns back on itself, and we
are looking up into the face of a two year old child,
who is making ferocious dinosaur noises.
As you look at the childs face, you notice one thing
right away. Kids who are acting like dinosuars drool
ALOT. But once you get past the streaming spittle, you
notice emerald green eyes. YES, this is the childhood
face of DRAKE GRIFFON.
This kiddie Griffon is storming about, growling, and
stomping about, fighting off the things that Toddler
Dinosuars are always having to fight off, like baths
and aunts who think they are cute. But in this instant
he sees his tormentor. Yes, it is his brother's
G.I.Joe vehicle. And YES, it happens to be a TANK.
Baby Griff thunders across the yard, stomping a path
of distruction through the grass, sending the family
cat [Who will never forget baby Griff's first diving
headbutt.] scurrying for the high ground of the tree.
He roars loudly as he nears the TANK, and sensing the
fear in his prey, trips on his brother's G.I.Joe
Helicopter and goes sprawling face first into the
grass.
He bites on his tongue, and for a moment, thinks of
crying, but then he looks up, and sees the TANK
peering at him...leering at him, LAUGHING AT HIM!!!
That DAMN TOY IS TAUNTING HIM!!! And from his ant's
eye view, the TANK looks as though it is gigantic! It
is looming there, calling out Baby Griffon and lil
Drake pulls himself up, and oozes some slightly red
drool and begins to stomp towards his prey once more.
The camera shifts, and we are on the level of the
TANK. A huge infant foot comes crashing down to the
right of the tank, and then to the left. The view
shifts upward and looks right into the drooling face
of BABY GRIFF! Hand that are scraped from the fall
come down and clutch the sides of the TANK.
Griffon looks down on his tormentor, and he senses the
fear in it, he feels the something wet running down
his arm as the victims looses control of his
functions..oh wait, it was just some leftover drool.
But this TANK is cowering now, oh yes, it is NOWHERE
NEAR as BIG and BAD as it was before.
But still it struggles to escape his grasp, and as a
result, Baby Griffon is forced to BITE the TANK! The
TANK seems to cry out as Griff gnaws off the turrent.
But hurting the TANK isn't enough. Little Drake
decides it must be DESTROYED!!
He begins to bang the TANK solidly against the side of
a tree, and the TANK is begging for it's miserable
life, but Drake know's it is only a ploy, so he only
smashes it that much harder. Pieces of the TANK go
flying left and right, and The snarling noises are
only growing in ferocity.
Then there is a cry of terror and surprise. NO not
from the TANK, it is just a simple toy. But off in the
distance we hear the voice of Drake's older brother.)

Brother:MOM! DRAKE IS BREAKING MY TOY!!!! GOD!!

(Drake continues his onslaught, which has progressed
to jumping up and down on the TANK while giggling
loudly. Drake's mother comes up yelling, and grabs
Drake by the arm and starts scolding him.)

Mom:NO DRAKY, That's BAD! That's VERY VERY...

---------------------------------FLASHBACK------------------------------------

Voice:Bad. He hit his head real bad.

(The World is blurry. Voices of surprise can be heard
all around, but no faces can be made out. The world
starts to take on it's normal tones, and we see the
security guard who forced us into that little dream
sequence. He is kneeling over top of Drake, and looks
down on Griffon with a concerned look.)

Guard:You okay man?

Drake:OKAY? AM I OKAY?

Guard:Oh man...that's not good, he can't hear...ARE
YOU OKAY?

(Griffon hops to his feet quickly....)

Drake:YEAH!

(He staggers slightly and leans against the wall.)

Drake:I'm...woah...fine.

(The guard offers Griffon a hanky, and Griffon
notices that the thing is already a little red.)

Guard:You busted your nose open pretty good. I don't
think it's broken.

(Griffon begins to laugh, starting out as a mild
chuckle, but evolving into fullfledged laughter. The
guard places a hand on Griffon's shoulder and looks at
his face.)

Guard:You sure you're okay man?

(Drake looks at the guard, and smiles, wiping away
dried blood from beneath his nose.)

Drake:HELL YES I AM!! Don't you realize it? I can beat
TANK! Everyone's been saying I couldn't do it, but I
have beaten Tanks before, hell I have been beating
TANKS SINCE I WAS IN DIAPERS!

(The guard looks over Griffon skeptically. Griffon
pulls out his framed SSW contract and the guard nods
in appreciation and understanding.)

Drake:In two days time I will be taking on just
another in a long list of TANKS. Tanks are ten million
a dozen, but there is only one Griffon left in the
world...and I EAT Tanks...before my midafternoon nap!
That would make them BRUNCH!

(The crowd, who were concerned with the man's welfare,
begin to decide he is just another loony, and start
walking away as he preaches his gospel against the
TANKS of the world.)

Drake:AND WHY ARE THE SO DAMN LOUD? If the government
can invent STEALTH bombers, they should BY GOD be able
to make TANKS that can be SNEAKY! But all of them are
LOUD, easy to out manuever and SLOW. Even ones that
have be bioengineered beyond the limits of human
perfection and happen to be a 452 pound pile of pure
muscle and PURE grit. YES even these TANKS, who I
REFUSE TO MENTION BY NAME BECAUSE OF HOW CLASSY I AM,
will be out thunk by perhaps the most unstable mind
inthe buisness..

(Griffon thinks to himself for a second, then
rephrases himself.)

Drake:Well, no, that's gotta be Warlock, but anyways,
the SECOND most unstable mind in the buisness.

(Griffon looks around and notices that there are only
about two people listening by this point, both of them
elderly mall walkers. He grins at them.)

Drake:And NOW the Griffon must SHOP!

(The two elderly people applaud, and Griffon trudges
off and walks into the first store, eager to get away
from those creepy old folks...then walks right back
out of Victoria's Secret.)

Drake:I will NOT get my ring attire THERE! Not unless
Tank buys me DINNER before the match!

(He storms off, the camera in hot pursuit, and walks
into a Dollar General store. [Everything for under a
buck.] He walks past some NCWA merchandise, then past
a Deklyn Jett burping Ale Mug.)

Drake:Jeez, some people will do ANYTHING for
endorsement dollars.

(The pushes past the Smart Alec swearing pullstring
doll [Hard to believe how hot THOSE were last
Christmas.] and other various FWA merchandise, and
then shakes his head and walks out the door.)

Drake:What I really need is an Army Surplus Store.

(Griffon looks up and sure enough, by a miraculous
twist of fate, he has landed himself in front of an
army surplus store. He looks back at the camera for a
second.)

Drake:You stay out here, or you'll ruin it.

(The cameraman waits around for a few minutes and
eventually Griffon comes back out waving an American
Flag. He stirkes a goofy pose and allows one of his
eyes to drift.)

Drake:HOOOOOOOO,Tough GUY!.

(The camera shakes slightly as the cameraman chuckles
mildly. Drake holds the flag out.)

Drake:They threw this in for free...overstock from the
Fourth. Ah this is gonna be classic....now all I need
is..

(You can almost see the light bulb begin to flicker
above Griffon's head.)

Drake:YEAH!!!

(He looks around and nabs one of those elderly mall
walkers.)

Drake:Say, you know where a Toy-R-Us is around here?

(The old man looks confused for a second,then smiles
and nods.)

Old Guy:Yeah...over where the old Hockstetter place
used to be...old Wilma Hockstetter sold it after
husband passed away back in...oh...I think it was
about 85.

(Griffon frowns and taps the man on the shoulder. The
man stops his babbling and looks at Griffon.)

Drake:POINT.

(The old man points towards the door and Griffon
smiles and darts over. The cameraman takes off after
him, but the old man grabs him by the arm and jerks
him back.)

Old Guy:And after she sold it, the whole farm was
auctioned off, and that DAMN toy store bought it...I
was hoping the city would by it, and maybe put in a
community center or something...but NO they go and let
a DAMN FUCKING toy store by the old Hockstetter
place...I reckon it was about 85...Fred had just
passed away, and that no good wife of his...

(You hear an audible sigh from the cameraman as he
listens...and he reaches up and clicks the camera off,
realizing he lost the trail of the Griffon, and that
THIS was NOT worth taping...)
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Sample as a different character
Parker ICQ#6144344

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