Riot 354: EXTRA

[Mr.Richard Blood]

This is the first and only time that i'll use an RP submitted after deadline without prior warning.

 

The following was recorded at Chicago International Airport:

 

The security line at airports is always a slow process, people having to take their shoes off, random stop checks on baggage. In the queue is the North American champion who has been signing autographs in his home town as per appearance agreements with management.

 

He groans a little, rubbing his left eye.

 

Jacob Trance: "Jeez, what's the hold up..."

 

He mumbles to himself and continues to scan the airport, tired eyes falling on a security guard.

 

Guard: "Mr. Trance?"

 

Jacob nods.

 

Guard: "Come with me please."

 

Jacob looks confused but doesn't want to cause a scene, obediently following a guard into a quiet room.

 

Guard: "Before we start is there anything you want to tell us?"

 

Jacob shakes his head and the guard smirks, taking a sip of coffee.

 

Guard: "Wouldn't happen to have any addictions would we?"

 

Jacob frowns.

 

Jacob Trance: "No, can we get to the bottom of this already? I've got a flight I catch."

 

The guard smiles.

 

Guard: "So where did you get the weed?"

 

Jacob blinks and his mouth drops.

 

Jacob Trance: "What do you mean?"

 

The guard pulls something from a bag, presumedly taken from Jacobs luggage. It's a plastic zip lock style freezer bag containing a green substance.

 

Jacob Trance: "I've never seen that in my life... I swear."

 

The guard then holds up a playing card featuring a top hat over a large Ace, stating "Mad Hatter Brand."

 

Guard: "I suppose you've never seen this either..."

 

Jacob Trance: "Look, I've seen none of this stuff before, just fine me and let me get the next flight, take that crap away..."

 

Guard: "You leave when I'm satisfied... Where'd you get it from, and don't tell me you never got it, it's in your bag."

 

Jacob Trance: "I got it from Jesus."

 

The guard smiles and leans forward.

 

Guard: "I knew it was Puerto Rican."

 

Jacob Trance: "No, Jesus Christ. Guy in a robe, beard, does magic tricks..."

 

The guard rummages some more, finding a note.

 

Guard: "This says 'I want my belt back, Jacob' and is signed CS... Any ideas..."

 

Jacob nods slowly, and the scene fades as the interrogation continues.

[Jacob Trance]

Thank you.

[Bloom]

Should name it extra large, cuz trance is fat.