Posted by Danny Argus and Destiny Hunter on July 6, 2004, 3:04 pm

[Many years ago about 16, actually, when Danny was just 7 he met his sister for the first time he could remember. For those of you who forget, Danny was separated from his younger brother and sister shortly after their parents were killed. His first meeting with the younger two, Gabriel and Brenna, turned rather sour for him.] [A young boy, about seven years old (guess who!?) with shaggy brown hair and a look of concern walks through the back yard as a few adults talk on the porch. He nears two younger looking kids, looking to be 4 or 5 years old. He’s got on corduroy pants and a lime green t-shirt with faded emblem on the front, in his hand is a prize possession like no other a quarter machine bouncy ball. He grins – he knows the two children in the sand box are his brother and sister, and he finally gets to meet them, and he’ll prove his superiority with a bouncy ball. He means no harm, just wants to be looked up to, and he has the way to do it. He reaches the sandbox and the children notice, both standing and looking at him. Brenna doesn’t even say hello, smile, or wipe the sand from her Sunday dress (which she was undoubtedly told to take off when they got home, but you know children) and Gabriel just lets out an annoyed groan.] Brenna: [pointing at Danny’s hand] What’s that? [Danny opens his hand, showing the prize and the way to win them over, they instantly gather looking very close at it with an awe inspired expression shared between them. And then Brenna takes it.] Danny: hey! No, give it back [WHACK wait, that wasn’t the noise what noise does it make when a four year old girl’s Sunday school shoes hit a seven year old boy in the crotch uhh well, that noise. And Danny falls to the sand, his siblings making off with his proverbial gold, but not before Gabriel kicks sand in his whimpering face and runs off after his sister.] Just a few days ago, Danny got a phone call at his New York home where he’d stopped to rest, not wanting to return to Florida right away. [ring ring A very tired Danny Argus answers the phone which was placed on the stand next to his bed. The alarm clock next to said telephone says 5:30am. The bed is messy, as though he’s had a restless sleep, but the blanket still covers the majority of his body below his abdomen.] Danny: [clearing his throat] heh, hello? [A few seconds later and Danny’s tired face turns an expression of almost shock.] Danny: July Fourth yeah yeah that would be cool I’d like that [A few seconds as the other end of the conversation carries on.] Danny: Yeah, I’ll plan on it, definitely Ok, talk to you later. Bye. [Fats hangs up and runs his hand over his now stubbly scalp before collapsing back face first into his pillow.] So, what was all that about? Destiny? Kat? Daemon? Gabriel? WHO? Whatever, read and find out, lazy idjit. [Saturday July 3rd. Danny and Destiny are together, as they try to spend their evenings, hand in hand. It’s a great evening with clear skies, and if you think the landscape they happen to be walking looks like a resort that’s because it is, Holiday Valley, a local ski resort and golf course for the upper class. Holiday Valley happens to hold a fireworks display on the Saturday closest July 4th, which happens to be this very night. Danny is looking thuggish actually, which isn’t a terrible look on him. A tight wife beater that meets his baggy blue carpenter jeans, which are held up where they damn well belong by a belt. To all of you reading this pull up your ####ing jeans; I don’t need to see your god damn boxers. And you, with the broken visor, put your hat on straight whether it’s forwards or backwards, you tilt that shit again, and I’ll put a permanent tilt on your goddamn jaw you ####ing punk-ass.] [Destiny is looking a little different than usual, a light floral patterned spaghetti strapped sundress, coming just above the knees and loosely swaying with the breeze but really not showing much. Her hair is down and moves only slightly as she smiles up at Danny as they walk over the well kept resort golf course. On the ski-slope behind them, a few random fireworks are set off, in the typical drama/romance fashion.] Danny: Um Destiny? Destiny: [looking at him questioningly] Yes? Danny: Did I ever tell you about my sister ? [Danny stops and Destiny moves to face him, now they hold both each other’s hands looking at each other] Destiny: No, I didn’t know anything about a sister I know about your brother, Gabriel, thought you two were the only kids Danny: Yeah well, I only met her once long story I guess well, she called this morning while I was in bed, and she’ll be here to visit tomorrow. Destiny: Only met her once? So it is a good thing she is coming to visit right? [Danny smiles] Danny: I hope so what do ya say we have a cookout? Destiny: Yeah that sounds good babe. How long is she visiting for? Danny: She’ll be in New York for a while I guess, but unless we make more plans, we’ll only be together tomorrow Destiny: That'll be good if she is goin to be here for a while, then ya could make more plans. Get a chance to know each other better. [Danny smiles and pulls Destiny closer] Danny: We’ll see how tomorrow goes first ok babe? Destiny: [smiling back at Danny] Okay babe. Danny: Let’s head back now babe [Danny leans forward and gives Destiny a kiss on the forehead. She smiles up at him] Destiny: Ok we can do that. [They turn back, hand in hand still, as we fade away.] [We fade up, to what may be the most primitive smack talk stage. All black backdrop, Danny stands in an Argus Revolution black t-shirt and regular blue jeans. He looks at the camera nonchalantly.] Danny: Chance you’re not going to win. Why? Because you’re going to be what’s swept away by the tide of an Argus Revolution. [This is usually where we insert more witty comments, smack talk, verbally abuse the opponent. Danny doesn’t care enough about Chance to bother. We fade out.]