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[Don Calliente]

Ok, the rules are- ONLY ONE POST IN THIS THREAD (ONE CONTRIBUTION) PER POSTER. That includes me. Add as much or as little as you want - BUT ONLY ONE POST... Ciao.

I'll start off. Next poster add to the story - dialogue (standard text) or short desciptive narration or directive notes (italics) Location, time, place info (bold.) Try to stick to same layout format.

Exterior. Night. Insadong Street.

A portly, balding, short British guy is standing down a dark alley way off the main street. He's aggitated and pacing and hugging himself against the midwinter cold. We'll call him Dennis.

Dennis: ***** hell, where the **** is he...? Come on... Come on... Always ***** late... Jesus Christ it's as cold as a ****...

Dennis looks up after another minute of this, stops pacing.

Dennis: There you are, I thought you weren't going to come... Come on let's get a move on, we're running late as it is and we really can't afford to screw this one up.

Edited for swear-filter dodging. the thread idea is fine but avoid the swearing.
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Fat Wally (dressed in too-tight chinos and a tucked-in knock-off Polo shirt and a dark blue pea-coat with altogether too many buttons and fobs and belty things): Chillax, bra. We'll totally score, there's like no doubt. Everybody always gits poon-tang at the Crazy International Love Parties, yo.

Dennis (in a shrill, Chipmunky voice): 'Chill...chillax?' What the hopping bloody stump-humping quadruple amputee Christ are you on about, you stupid Yanker?

Fat Wally: Woah. Harsh, dude. You need to ch--uh, you need to like mellow out, bra.

Dennis: Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm just so stressed about the new immigration laws. I have a...well, I have something of a checkered past.

Fat Wally: Woah. Like, what'd you dew, mon?

Dennis: Well...I...well...let me put it this way. Do you like bicycles?