Post by Jock Reasoning on Mar 11, 2024 11:04:43 GMT -5
Left alone with his thoughts, a man sits comfortably on a picnic table while staring out at a lake. He seems to be alone, a cool breeze whist through the air but it doesn’t bother him. He stoically sits there watching waves ripple through the water. We shift to a view behind him where a white van is seen slowly creeping to a halt. With a switch of the scene, we now find ourselves inside of the van. A close up on Jock Reasoning.
“Is it me or are these guys making this entirely too easy?”
Lord Allton shrugs, Jock continues.
“You wait here and I’ll go get him.”
Jock reaches over into the cup holder, grabbing a bottle of chloroform. He exits the van and begins to tip-toe towards his next ‘victim’. We say victim lightly because are any of these guys really victims? Pulling a rag from his back pocket, Jock begins to pour the intoxicating liquid onto the towel. With his focus completely on his task, he doesn’t notice that a human eclipse has now formed right in front of him. With a cunning smile on his face, Jock finally looks up before bumping into the behemoth of a man. Caught by surprise, Jock falls down onto his backside. With an uneasy look, he glances up at BRIM who yanks him up from the ground.
“I kno’ yo ass didn’t thank that y’was just gonna walk up an’ put that shit ova my face?”
Jock laughs nervously, dropping the towel and bottle to the ground. He looks over BRIM’s shoulder, his feet dangling through the air as the massive man holds him up, at the other man who’s speaking to him.
“Hey man, I’m only doing what I was told. There’s nothing personal about what’s going on.”
He gives another uncomfortable giggle.
The man hops down from the picnic table, revealing himself to be none other than, Duce Jones.
“You can put his ass down, he ain’t no real threat..”
BRIM releases Jock who lands on his feet with graceful balance this time. Byson soon walks up, holding a fishing pole and a line of fishes that he seems to have caught.
“Hey Duce. Is everything good?”
“Yea, everythang good.. I’ll be back..”
“Where the hell are you going?”
“T’go release some anger.”
Duce walks past Jock towards the van, he gives a sigh of relief. He locks eyes with BRIM who returns a death glare. Jock Reasoning nods, Byson reaches out for a handshake, Jock does the same and they shake hands.
“Take care of my brother, he’s already been through a lot.”
Jock Reasoning gives a nod, turns and heads towards the van where Duce is already entering.
Duce Jones - Coerced
Entrant #9 into the OCW Survivor Season 3 Field.
“Is it me or are these guys making this entirely too easy?”
Lord Allton shrugs, Jock continues.
“You wait here and I’ll go get him.”
Jock reaches over into the cup holder, grabbing a bottle of chloroform. He exits the van and begins to tip-toe towards his next ‘victim’. We say victim lightly because are any of these guys really victims? Pulling a rag from his back pocket, Jock begins to pour the intoxicating liquid onto the towel. With his focus completely on his task, he doesn’t notice that a human eclipse has now formed right in front of him. With a cunning smile on his face, Jock finally looks up before bumping into the behemoth of a man. Caught by surprise, Jock falls down onto his backside. With an uneasy look, he glances up at BRIM who yanks him up from the ground.
“I kno’ yo ass didn’t thank that y’was just gonna walk up an’ put that shit ova my face?”
Jock laughs nervously, dropping the towel and bottle to the ground. He looks over BRIM’s shoulder, his feet dangling through the air as the massive man holds him up, at the other man who’s speaking to him.
“Hey man, I’m only doing what I was told. There’s nothing personal about what’s going on.”
He gives another uncomfortable giggle.
The man hops down from the picnic table, revealing himself to be none other than, Duce Jones.
“You can put his ass down, he ain’t no real threat..”
BRIM releases Jock who lands on his feet with graceful balance this time. Byson soon walks up, holding a fishing pole and a line of fishes that he seems to have caught.
“Hey Duce. Is everything good?”
“Yea, everythang good.. I’ll be back..”
“Where the hell are you going?”
“T’go release some anger.”
Duce walks past Jock towards the van, he gives a sigh of relief. He locks eyes with BRIM who returns a death glare. Jock Reasoning nods, Byson reaches out for a handshake, Jock does the same and they shake hands.
“Take care of my brother, he’s already been through a lot.”
Jock Reasoning gives a nod, turns and heads towards the van where Duce is already entering.
Duce Jones - Coerced
Entrant #9 into the OCW Survivor Season 3 Field.
