Gathering a panel-part 3 (open to Snake)

Snake is walking down the prison corridor in handcuffs with an armed guard on each side of him. They stop at a set of bars. A buzz is heard in the background and the bars slide open. Snake is then led into the prison visitor’s center.

Guard: “You have a visitor Snake.”

The guard removes Snake’s handcuffs and Snake sits down in the booth and looks across at the Pittsburgh Mauler.

The Pittsburgh Mauler: “Snake, you probably do not know me, but I am a wrestler in the UNWA. I don’t know if they permitted you to watch last Sunday’s Sacrifice show, but if you didn’t, then let me tell you the reason why I am here. Damien Darkness and I will be conducting a poetry slam next Sunday and the suggestion was made for you to be one of the judges. I spoke with Leon earlier and we can set up a satellite feed for you so that you can judge from here.”

Snake stares out at Pittsburgh Mauler for sometime before leaning forward, knocking his chair back slightly as he stands just short of glass seperating the two.

Snake: Do you even know who I am? Do you even know who you are looking at? You know nothing...you sit there, with your ideas, your freedom. You come into my palace, the place where I am god...all for what? Poetry? Why on earth would I do anything for you, you're the sort of person I step on...so why should I do this?!

Snake is shaking his head. As behind him a door opens, and in walks a suited man with a briefcase, he leans in and whispers to Snake who is listening.

Snake: What?! You're kidding me?

The figure continues to whisper.

Snake: Part of the deal? I don't remember agreeing to listen to a bunch of...fine...

Snake stares at Pittsburgh Mauler again before walking out not even saying another word. The suited man turns to Pittsburgh Mauler.

Man: He'll be there.

The Pittsburgh Mauler: "Ok"

Mauler gets up and leaves.

ooc: This part of the RP is closed now.