Post by Nick Victory on Jul 7, 2008 21:26:13 GMT -3
Outside of a three story townhouse in a suburb of Atlanta, Ga. A sleek, black Jaguar LS pulls up the drive. After it comes to a stop the driver side door opens and out steps the Professor of Excellence, Nick Victory...
VICTORY: (to himself) Damn! No wonder they call it "Hotlanta" I'm sweatin' my ass off here
The Professor walks up the steps to the front door. Victory pauses for a moment. He takes a deep breath and rings the door bell. After a moment the door is answered by a young, athletically built man. With a dark mohawk and covered in tatoos, the young man smiles from ear to ear when he sees who is on the other side of the door...
BISHOP:I'll be damned! If it isn't the Professor himself?!
VICTORY: Hey brother. It's good to see you again. May I come in?
BISHOP:Hell yeah. Come on in! It's good to see you again too
The young man known as "Bishop" shakes hands with Victory and puts his arm around the Professor as he closes the door behind him...
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VICTORY: (to himself) Damn! No wonder they call it "Hotlanta" I'm sweatin' my ass off here
The Professor walks up the steps to the front door. Victory pauses for a moment. He takes a deep breath and rings the door bell. After a moment the door is answered by a young, athletically built man. With a dark mohawk and covered in tatoos, the young man smiles from ear to ear when he sees who is on the other side of the door...
BISHOP:I'll be damned! If it isn't the Professor himself?!
VICTORY: Hey brother. It's good to see you again. May I come in?
BISHOP:Hell yeah. Come on in! It's good to see you again too
The young man known as "Bishop" shakes hands with Victory and puts his arm around the Professor as he closes the door behind him...
(end)