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(FADE IN)
As usual, Evan was alone in his dressing room. He slumped on a bench near the lockers with his elbows on his knees and his head bowed. On one of his hands was the black mask he had worn earlier in the evening. On the floor in front of him rested the "New Suicide Squad" T-shirt. A mixture of contempt and confusion cloaked Aho's usually stoic face.
AHO - F***.
At the time it had seemed like a good idea, but now Evan Aho couldn't think of one solid reason why he should be part of the New Suicide Squad. He didn't feel like he needed the help of either Tsunami, Lang or Valentine. Why did he give a damn about helping them out? How could association with those three be beneficial to his career?
Aho presses his palm to his forehead as though trying to ward off a headache. He grimaces and then opens his eyes to look at the shirt on the floor and the mask in his hand, still staring him in the face.
AHO - What am I doing?
He exhales deeply.
To be continued.
(FADE OUT)
As usual, Evan was alone in his dressing room. He slumped on a bench near the lockers with his elbows on his knees and his head bowed. On one of his hands was the black mask he had worn earlier in the evening. On the floor in front of him rested the "New Suicide Squad" T-shirt. A mixture of contempt and confusion cloaked Aho's usually stoic face.
AHO - F***.
At the time it had seemed like a good idea, but now Evan Aho couldn't think of one solid reason why he should be part of the New Suicide Squad. He didn't feel like he needed the help of either Tsunami, Lang or Valentine. Why did he give a damn about helping them out? How could association with those three be beneficial to his career?
Aho presses his palm to his forehead as though trying to ward off a headache. He grimaces and then opens his eyes to look at the shirt on the floor and the mask in his hand, still staring him in the face.
AHO - What am I doing?
He exhales deeply.
To be continued.
(FADE OUT)