Post by Freakke on Aug 26, 2016 4:04:19 GMT
Charlie Smiles sat in a side room using an office phone. He sat on a couch seemingly waiting for something, watching a monitor. His face has been wiped mostly clean of the face paint of the Freakke. The smears making his sullen face a bit more melodramatic though not in an over the top manner.
"Yeah Mina, I'm watching. No. No they don't need me tonight. I think I'm gonna call it a night. I'm still getting clean."
There's a pause as he listens in to the phone.
"Yeah, yeah I'm alright. Just tired."
The conversation continues on the phone as he smirks a moment at the monitor. A soft sigh escapes him but he's smiling again.
"You got me. Yeah...I'm just not there yet. Its been over a month. I'm a few matches in. I'm just not getting back into it like I thought I would."
Something wild seems to happen as his face contorts in a vicarious pain.
"No. No I want to be here. I just need to jump start myself...Yeah. I know. I'm fine Mina. I am. No, you don't have to do that. I might have bitten off too much to soon to start."
He grabbed a remote and turned the monitor off to focus on the phone.
"Yeah. I'll be home in two days. We can talk about it more then...I think I'm gonna get back into my paints go out to see folks. It may be a piss poor excuse of a start, but I did promise an Age of the Cretins."
The wrestler smiled and stood up.
"I love you too. I'll see you soon."
He smirked and hung the phone up. After a moment, Charlie sighed and began to reapply the paints that transformed his melancholy face into the energetic clown, the Freakke. Almost like magic it seemed to shift his apparent mood. Wide and wild smiles and a carefreee energy emitted from him as he hopped up to his feet and began to bounce, seemingly becoming more and more psyched.
Freakke the Clown emerged from the room to the backstage area, heading out to meet and greet his cretins.
A mad and cheerful smile on his face.
"Yeah Mina, I'm watching. No. No they don't need me tonight. I think I'm gonna call it a night. I'm still getting clean."
There's a pause as he listens in to the phone.
"Yeah, yeah I'm alright. Just tired."
The conversation continues on the phone as he smirks a moment at the monitor. A soft sigh escapes him but he's smiling again.
"You got me. Yeah...I'm just not there yet. Its been over a month. I'm a few matches in. I'm just not getting back into it like I thought I would."
Something wild seems to happen as his face contorts in a vicarious pain.
"No. No I want to be here. I just need to jump start myself...Yeah. I know. I'm fine Mina. I am. No, you don't have to do that. I might have bitten off too much to soon to start."
He grabbed a remote and turned the monitor off to focus on the phone.
"Yeah. I'll be home in two days. We can talk about it more then...I think I'm gonna get back into my paints go out to see folks. It may be a piss poor excuse of a start, but I did promise an Age of the Cretins."
The wrestler smiled and stood up.
"I love you too. I'll see you soon."
He smirked and hung the phone up. After a moment, Charlie sighed and began to reapply the paints that transformed his melancholy face into the energetic clown, the Freakke. Almost like magic it seemed to shift his apparent mood. Wide and wild smiles and a carefreee energy emitted from him as he hopped up to his feet and began to bounce, seemingly becoming more and more psyched.
Freakke the Clown emerged from the room to the backstage area, heading out to meet and greet his cretins.
A mad and cheerful smile on his face.
Well howdy there pardner.