[accidental audio/video]

[thats_brutal]

[The audio cuts in on the sound of two large doors being pulled open. There are a few muffled voices that stop as someone near the feed starts talking] Ooookay before we, ah... go out there... here are your Dethphones. [The darkness is cut by flickering firelight as the flaps of the box containing the phones transmitting the feed are opened, revealing an extremely dark and brutal room. Standing above the box is a bespectacled man in a grey suit and red tie. Charles smirks slightly as he points out one of the phones to the four men standing around the box] Here you go. There’s yours. [A soft chuckle as a man with long brown hair picks up one of the phones, revealing it to be covered in wicked looking spikes of various lengths with a chain hanging from the bottom]

I don’t know what dat is. [The blond man gives Charles a dubious look]

[Charles holds up an advertisement for Dethphones, with the five members of Dethklok standing around looking quite brutal under the blood red letters.] Don’t you, ah, remember making this deal?

[A man with red dreadlocks combed over his receding hairline shrugs] Nope. Were we drunk?

[Charles looks over at him, raising an eyebrow. honestly, did Pickles even need to ask?] Yes. Yes, you were, actually.

This is heavy. [The man with long brown hair holds the phone up to his face, one of the bigger spikes pressing into his cheek.] It hurts my face. Boy I really hates it.

Well. It’s, ah, your design. You may have been drunk but you made a very convincing case to me, so.

[A large man with long black hair points at Charles. Nathan’s voice is little more than a growl as he speaks] Alright. You know we get really really excited about really bad ideas when we drink. And it’s your job to talk us out of it, right?

[Charles’ eyes turn to Nathan, and he keeps his tone level, one eyebrow raised.] Oh I tried. I tried very hard but you all threatened to kill me, if you don’t remember.

So? Big deal. Dose threats aren’t new.

Mmm-hmm. Noted. Anyway, look. [Charles looks over the contract in his hands] You’re on the band plan and “weekend murder minutes” start at 11 PM. How do you like that?

[Nathan stares at Charles] Waitaminute nighttime minutes start at 11 pm? Oh that’s brutal.

Well, it was your idea.

[A voice comes from the other side of the bus] Well they suck. [pause] I approve.

[Nathan sighs and picks up one of the phones, stalking off to to the next room to grab a beer before that **** speech Charles was making him give. He glances down and sees... ducks. What the ****. He stops dead in his tracks.]

Charles. Charles?! [pause] Charles why the **** are there ducks on my phone?

((OOC: Red is Charles and Green is Nathan. Anything in Italics is the rest of the band. **** is a guitar-riff censored swear. Feel free to recognize the boys and have at it! :D))

Comments

[thats_brutal]

[He turns, holding the phone up and speaking like he's talking to a two year old.]

Ducks. On. My. Phone. [Seriously, dude, does he really have to repeat himself?]

[ninjamanager]

Did you open the, ah, web browser? Maybe that's ... oh I don't know. Whatever Google's using for a gimmick on the homepage these days.

[thats_brutal]

There's a, there's a web browser? Why the **** would I use this thing if my laptop's right **** there?

[He pauses, narrowing his eyes and peering at the phone] ... and no, it's not the web browser.

[ninjamanager]

You would use it if you weren't near your laptop. Or if, uh, let's say you had an addiction and couldn't put it down for more than ten minutes, but that usually only affects teenage girls and stuck up yuppies, so.... That's hopefully not an issue.

And ... wait. What do you mean, it's not the web browser? Let me see.

[thats_brutal]

[He thrusts the phone in Charles' general direction, glowering at the man]

See!

[ninjamanager]

[no need to get touchy, Nathan, it's not like this is his fau -- oh who is he kidding, any excuse Nathan has to throw a fit...

right. he strides up and takes the phone from him, checks the connection settings, and ...]

Well, then. Let's try the old I.T. trick. [and with that, he powers it off. or ... tries to]

Alright. That's new. It's not turning off.

[thats_brutal]

[DO NOT LIMIT HIS ABILITY TO THROW TANTRUMS, CHARLES.

He frowns] Maybe you're not hitting it hard enough [He takes back the phone, ignoring the spikes piercing his palm and the blood now dripping on the carpet. Glowering at it for a moment he punches the OFF button as hard as he can... It doesn't do jack shit.]

[ninjamanager]

[he'll just ... watch. and miraculously suppress the urge to sigh as Nathan starts bleeding all over the tour bus floor.

again.

blink.]

That, ah - doesn't look like -

[drip]

Doesn't look like it's, um.

[drip]

That really doesn't look like it's working.

[thats_brutal]

[Nathan growls, the tail end turning into an annoyed snarl]

Stupid mother ******* **** sucking *** damned phone [He shakes it... like that's going to do any good]

[ninjamanager]

[PATIENCE. OF. A. SAINT.]

Maybe you should just put it down.

[thats_brutal]

[This is him paying attention to you, Charles...

He continues shaking the phone, trying to make the damn thing work.]

[ninjamanager]

[that's rude, Nathan.]

Nathan. Put the phone down. Shaking it isn't going to make it stop.

[to leave the brain-to-mouth filter up, or take it down. ... oh screw it, it isn't like he's listening anyway.]

It's, ah. ... Not a baby.

[thats_brutal]

[Don't bother him, Charles, he's fixing his phone.

He growls in frustration and throws it against the wall (... denting the wall wth) before looking at Charles]

It's not a... of course it's not a baby. Why would you even say that - [lightbulb] oh. Oh! [He grins, chuckling] Oh you said that because I was shaking it and you're not supposed to do that to a [He takes a breath, still grinning] to a baby! That's brutal.

[blink blink. Waaaaaaaaait did that really come out of CHARLES?!]

[ninjamanager]

Mmhm.

[he'll just act like he wasn't just a Horrible Person and wander up to where the phone hit the floor, picking it up]

Maybe if we take the batteries out...

[thats_brutal]

[He's just gonna stare at you, Charles.




Just.




Stare.]

[ninjamanager]

[if he notices Nathan staring, he doesn't care. he'll just ... start prying layers of stuff off the phone so he can take the batteries out.

there are five.]

[thats_brutal]

[yep. Still staring]