Post by O.R. on Jun 9, 2010 3:11:02 GMT
Monday, May 31.
7:35 A.M.
7:35 A.M.
The morning sun shines high in the sky, a lightly populated body of water below. Owen Richards, Gabriel Solomon, and Bugsy, Owen's miniature bull terrier, are seen sitting in a boat. The three seem to be in a very relaxed state, odd as it may seem after the last day spent battering one another.
Owen: Good god Gabriel, you put up a hell of a fight. I thought you had me there a couple of times.
Gabriel: Yeah, well...maybe next time, but that's not why we are out here. We came to fish, not talk about school right?
Gabriel smirks at Owen who smiles back, the two men then turn their attention to the open water, while waiting to see if either of them will get a bite.
Owen: Ha, yeah you are right. It's just hard to take your mind away from it at times though, ya know what I...
Owen is cut off mid thought, his fishing pole starting to bend slightly indicating he has a bite. Owen quickly grabs his pole and begins to reel, whatever is on his line putting up quite a struggle.
Owen: Almost...got it. Bugs, net!
On command Bugsy picks the net up with his teeth, walks over to the side of the boat, and leans forward getting in position to bring in his "best friend's" catch. Moments later Owen pulls a raggedy old boot out of the water prompting Bugsy to drop the net back in the boat and cover his snout with his paw.
Gabriel: Look, you can get Viktor to cook that...but no way in hell I am going to eat it with you. Don't look now but, i'd say Bugsy here would agree.
Owen: What the...wow, that boot put up quite the battle. Thought I had me a trophy but this, well this isn't even my size, definitely NOT a keeper.
Owen takes the used footwear off of his hook and puts it in the boat to dispose of later, he then recasts, doing so away from Gabe's poll so as not to get the two lines tangled. Not even a minute after Owen's hook hits the water Gabe's fishing poll starts to bow, Owen sits back, ready to see what manner of object his roommate gets. Owen, seeing Gabe's catch nearing the boat once again tells Bugsy to get the net just in case.
Owen: I just hope this one fits.
Gabriel: I don't think boots HAVE fins Owen.
With that Gabe pulls up his poll, on the end of it a good sized small mouth bass. Bugsy leans forward as Gabe rests the fish in the net, and takes out the hook. Bugsy walks quickly over to a red tank like device and dumps the fish in.
Owen: Nice catch!
Gabriel: Hey, what can I say? Fish love me man.
The two friends share a good laugh at Gabriel's crack. Bugsy walks over to them and lets out a couple of yips, Owen pats him on the head, and then gives him a good scratch behind his ear causing his tail to shake uncontrollable.
EoT
(Or TBC by Gabe if he would like to jump in)