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Post by Jay on Aug 21, 2006 5:13:45 GMT -5
Deadlines:Pacific: Sunday - 10 P.M. Mountain: Sunday - 11 P.M. Central: Sunday/Monday - Midnight Eastern: Monday 1 A.M. U.K.: Monday 6 A.M.RolePlay Limit: 4 RPsRPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day
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Post by linzman on Aug 21, 2006 16:32:19 GMT -5
Scene opens up with a tall scraggly looking young man getting off a prison bus. He takes a couple of steps off, looking down at his shackles and chains. He walks through the jail courtyard, getting stared at by all the ethnic groups that have gathered together. He summons the courage to look up once. He looks into the eyes of a huge black man. The black man stares back, giving him a look that chills him to the bone. The shackled man's eyes quickly dart back down to his feet. Shortly later he is in a room with an office worker and three guards, armed with many weapons. He does his intake and is searched thoughly. He takes a shower in the intake room and is given his jail clothes. A little while later he is walking into the main cell room. He looks up and sees four stories of cells surrounding him. Guard: Move it punk!The guard shoves the man ahead. The man shuffles and walks up two flights of metal stairs. The guard shoves him to the left and is pushed along. He looks beside him as many men are at their cage doors. A few make sexual comments at him. One spits, and the guard nails the bars with his baton. The guy backs up and starts swearing. Others threaten the young man until finally he comes to a cell. Guard: Stop right here!The guard grabs the man's shirt to stop him. The guard orders the door open and it does. He gets shoved inside and sees an older man asleep on the top bunk. Guard: Say hello to your new roommate. You two should get along just fine!The guard orders the door shut and walks away. Guard: LIGHTS OUT!!The lights go out. Suddenly he hears many men calling out the same thing. FISH!!!
FISH!!!
FISH!!!
FISH!!!
COME HERE FISH!!
FISH!!!
GOODNIGHT FISH!!!He stands there confused for a few moments, looking out of the cell when he hears a voice behind him. Cellmate: They're talking to you.The man turns around. Man: Uh, I thought you were sleeping?CM: Lots here isn't what it seems. What's your name, fish?Man: Steven...CM: Steven...Steven: Umm, yes. Ummm, can I ask you a question?CM: Shoot.Steven: Umm, can I have the top bunk? I have a fear of someone sleeping above me. When I was a child...CM: YOU WILL SLEEP WHERE I TELL YOU TO SLEEP!! UNDERSTOOD??Steven: Umm, yes!....Sorry.....FISH!!!
HEEEEEEEEEERE FISHY FISHY FISHY FISHY FISHYYYY!!!Steven puts his stuff on his bed. Steven: Why are they calling me fish?CM: You're in deep shit, man. Are you that fucking naive?Steven: I've never been in jail before....CM: *laughs* That's obvious. What you in for?Steven: Manslaughter....CM: Ah. Who'd you kill?Steven: I killed a woman. I shot her. *starts getting choked up* I was doing a hazing thing and I shot her by accident. I didn't mean it!!CM: That's what they all say. I didn't mean to rape and kill the fourteen women either...Cellmate chuckles to himself as Steven lies there with his eyes wide open. Steven: Can I ask you your name?CM: Sure...Steven waits a moment. Steven: Ummm, what's your name?CM: Chuck, but everyone around here calls me Dog.Dog puts his hand down. Steven hesitates but shakes his hand quickly. Steven: Umm, if you don't mind me asking, how long you been in here?Dog: Thirty-two years this fall. Steven: THIRTY TWO YEARS!!SHUT UP FISH!!!!Dog: SHUT THE FUCK UP! HE'S WITH ME!!!Guard: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!Dog: Quiet down idiot! You don't want to piss off the guards. So you're a virgin when it comes to this prison stuff, aren't you?Steven: Yes...Dog: Well, I'm going to tell you right now. Seeing how you look, how you talk, and how you've acted and what you've said, by tomorrow morning you're going to regret pulling that trigger...Steven listens as Dog rolls around above him. Steven: Why? What's going to happen?No answer. Steven: Dog?FISH!!!Guard: NEXT ONE WHO SAYS FISH IS GOING IN THE HOLE FOR A WEEK! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!Steven hears nothing but silence. Steven: Dog?No answer. Steven turns and faces the wall. Hundreds of horrific thoughts fly through his head. He starts to cry to himself, thinking about what Dog said. Steven: I didn't mean to kill her...Suddenly Steven hears a growling inside his cell. Steven sits up, banging his head on Dog's mattress. Dog wakes up. Dog: What the fuck are you doing down there?Steven: Did you hear that?Dog: No. Shut the fuck up, and stop crying you fucking pussy...Dog goes silent again as Steven lies back down. After a few moments Steven hears the growl again. Steven strains his eyes in the pitch black, but can't see a thing. Steven: Hello?A quiet, dark, sinister laughing is heard from the corner furthest from him. Steven: Is someone there?Nightmare: Hello, Steven...Steven: Who...who's there??? Dog???Nightmare: Dog can't hear you now. He's dreaming. He's dreaming about women, something that he's not even sure he knows what they look like anymore. It's been thirty two years since he has seen a woman, the last woman being the judge that put him in this God forsaken hole for life. She is that last distant memory of what any man craves.....the love of a woman. What he craves is from the person that put him away for the rest of his existence. Pretty pathetic, isn't it...Steven: I thought....I thought there was only two people per cell?Nightmare: You are a naive one, aren't you?Nightmare growls. Nightmare: You are Dog's woman now, Steven! Do you not realize what lies ahead of you???Steven: Uh, no. What are you talking about? *starts to get upset again*Nightmare: Have you never watched movies at least? Read the paper? Seen the news?Steven: No. My parents never let me do any of that, saying that that was the problem with today's youth, that their minds get warped by all that stuff...Nightmare: And isn't it ironic that you're the one sitting in a jail cell right now...Nightmare sinisterly laughs to himself. Nightmare: Steven, I'm going to let you know a little secret. Little men like you, you're the women of places such as this. You will never be safe. You will be raped, molested, violated, and abused the whole time you are here!Steven: Wha...what you mean?Nightmare: *in a darker voice* Steven, you will be this prison's toilet. You will be the outlet of all of these men's anger and sexual frustration! Steven starts to cry. Steven: No...Nightmare: Fortunately for you, and unfortunately for them, your luck has changed...Steven: Wha...what you mean?Nightmare: The woman you murdered....Steven: I didn't murder her! It was an accident!!!Nightmare: *growls*...left behind a son...Steven: I know...*starts crying*Nightmare: And her son has asked me to carry out what he was unable to do...Steven stops crying. Steven: What do you mean?Nightmare: In situations like this I usually give my victim the choice to face their worst nightmare and join me, or suffer the consequences....Steven: Victim???Nightmare: ...unfortuantely for you, that choice has already been made...Nightmare takes a few steps towards the bed. Steven cowers. Steven: DOG!!!Nightmare: *in a very dark, distorted voice* No one can hear you now!!Nightmare reaches down and rips the covers from Steven. Steven yells and Nightmare reaches under and grabs Steven by the throat with one hand. He pulls Steven out from the bed and stands him up, Steven's feet off the ground. Steven squirms around, but cannot break or loosen the hold. Nightmare: This is at the request of the son that your victim left behind....Steven: ...................Who....................are............................you?...........Steven goes unconscious. Nightmare chuckles to himself. Nightmare: Your worst nightmare...**************************************************************Guard: WAKE UP! EVERYONE UP!!!The guard walks down the floors, running his baton along the cell bars. Dog stirs awake and stretches. Dog: You up, Steven?Dog stares at the ceiling and laughs to himself. Dog: Long night I bet. Probably didn't sleep, eh? You thought you had a long day yesterday, you ain't see nothing yet, Fish. Wake up!Nothing. Dog: Lazy punk fuck! Wake up!Dog jumps off his bed and looks at the bottom bunk. Dog: GUARD!!!!!!
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Post by linzman on Aug 22, 2006 21:31:37 GMT -5
Camera shows a long empty hallway, a huge lone window lying at the end of it. A storm brews outside, giving the hallway it's only light with it's lightning. A dark, sinister laughter is barely heard in the background for a few moments. Suddenly the window at the end of the hallway blows apart, shattering glass all over the floor. The rain and wind blow inside for a few moments. Suddenly Nightmare appears during a brief period of darkness at the end of the hallway right underneath the window. He is sitting on the floor, draped in his hooded cloak.
Nightmare: Kris Jaxson...
A loud crash of thunder booms out. The lightning starts going off quicker. Suddenly Nightmare disappears.
Nightmare: You're coming to get what you say is yours...
Nightmare reappears further down the hallway, right beside the right wall.
Nightmare: You obviously didn't learn the first time around.
Nightmare disappears again, but quickly reappears in the middle of the hallway, facing backwards, and closer to the camera.
Nightmare: Kris Jaxson, you were the final, should I use the word, mere pylon in my quest of EWE gold.
Nightmare disappears again, but reappears, simply turning to face the camera.
Nightmare: Kris Jaxson, in our first meeting, you did not put up a fight, you did nothing to resist the onslaught that came at you. You gave in, you gave up, you were afraid...
Nightmare disappears and reappears along the left wall, facing the opposite wall and closer to the camera.
Nightmare: You were afraid to fight a losing battle, a battle that would only get worse if you resisted. I don't blame you, many have chosen that path, and it made it much easier on them...
Nightmare disappears, and reappears closer to the camera.
Nightmare: Now you finally summon up the courage to step into the ring with the dream breaker, the one that keeps eyes open at night, the one that turns hair white and drains the very life force out of those he touches...
Nightmare disappears and reappears very close to the camera. Nightmare's voice becomes more distorted.
Nightmare: Kris Jaxson, you have finally decided to face what you were afraid to before. You are ready to resist. You are ready to fight for what you think is yours. Ciaran Michaels learned last week, that yes, he did defeat me once, but eventually all will succumb to the one thing that no one can hide from, no one can resist, no one can get away from...
Nightmare disappears and reappears further away from the camera. The storm outside seems to pick up in intensity.
Nightmare: Kris Jaxson, come Summerslam, you come on a quest to reclaim what you think you own, what you think you deserve...
Nightmare's hand reaches out from underneath his cloak and pulls out the belt. Nightmare holds it up high. The belt radiates every time the lightning strikes and lights up the hallway. Nightmare looks up, but only his two bright green eyes are visible.
Nightmare: Face your fear...
Nightmare starts to slowly disappear and reappear in various spots in the hallway.
Nightmare: Stand up against what you are afraid of...
The lightning get faster, and so does Nightmare's disappearing and appearing act.
Nightmare: Fight your losing battle crusader...
The lightning starts to strike very quickly, as Nightmare rapidly disappears and reappears.
Nightmare: I am your WORST nightmare...
Nightmare appears at the very back of the hallway, crouched on the floor, the belt lying in front of him.
Nightmare: Come and get it...
Nightmare disappears and reappears right in front of the camera, hood off of his head. Nightmare's head is visible, but during the next thunder strike, it moves closer, then closer still with the next one, with Nightmare's face taking up the screen. Nightmare growls and starts to roar, showing off the blood dripping from his fangs, the camera zooming into his mouth.
Scene fades to black.
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Post by linzman on Aug 23, 2006 20:44:34 GMT -5
OOC: C'mon Kris! Don't fucking no show again!
A young man named David who's mind has been corrupted for years by rap music and gangster movies, has entered his early adulthood as nothing but a mere thug. For years he's been selling drugs, beating people up and using girls like there were nothing but q-tips. His longtime goal was to always be part of the "big leagues" on the street, reaching for that power and false respect that his heroes rapped about. He finally hooked into some big time street players.
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Thug 1: Listen D-Man, anybody can sell drugs. Anybody can fire slugs. Anyone can fuck bitches and beat up wannabe thugs. You want in on our crew? You gotta go through the initiation.
Dave: Yeah, and that being?
T2: You gotta rape some bitch.
Dave: Tell me the time and the place...
T3: The projects, Friday night, three a m.
Dave: I'll be there...
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The next few days David fantasied, excited that he was finally in the big leagues. At the expense of some whore David gets to live the life that he has worked so long and hard to get. To live that life that he has always dreamed about. To earn the respect and the fear of everyone who walks down the street. He will finally be a shark in the ocean.
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Friday night rolls around. David and his new homeys are cruising around the projects, looking for David's initiation. After about twenty minutes they spot a woman walking alone. They stop the car and get out. After following her for some time they wrap a shirt around her face. Kicking and screaming, they pull her into an abandoned apartment building. They drag her up the stairs and onto the roof.
T1: Shut the fuck up bitch!
The woman continues to put up a fight until finally one of the thugs kicks her hard in the jaw, breaking it. The woman whimpers and the thugs start kicking her in the ribs, breaking a few of them. The woman lies there motionless, whimpering out of her broken jaw. The thugs tell David to go first. David pulls down his pants and starts raping the woman. She lies there crying as the other three all take their turn. After the last guy has pulled up his pants, one of the thugs pulls out a gun. He cocks it then hands it to David.
T3: Off this bitch and you're in the crew.
David points the gun to the woman's head. Finally, David thinks to himself, finally I will be a part of what I've been hoping for years. One squeeze of my finger will finish this initiation and I will be in the crew.
Dave: Wait...
T2: What?
Dave: I want to look into this bitch's eyes while I pull the trigger...
The other three thugs laugh as David pulls the shirt from the woman's face. Dave raises the gun, but his hand starts to shake uncontrollably as he stares into the face of his own mother. David suddenly remembers all the late nights that his mother worked for nothing, providing money, food, clothes, and his rap videos and Cd's, providing the very thing that caused David to beat, rape, and almost kill his own mother. His mother cries harder now then she was while she was getting raped, as she stares into the face of the man that used to be her boy, the one that she gave life to, and tried as hard as humanly possible to make that life livable. David's hand shakes to the point where he drops the gun. David backs off.
T3: What the fuck are you doing?
T1: You fucking pussy piece of shit!
David keeps walking backwards, a look of sheer shock on his face. He watches as one of the thugs grabs the gun and shoots his mother in the head, killing her instantly. David walks into the darkness, closer to the edge. The thugs turn and look at David, who has walked behind a huge vent.
T2: We gotta off that punk too.
T1: I think he's going to do it for us...
The thugs listen as the sound of David's feet walking on the gravel roof top stops.
T1: Fucker just walked off the edge. Building's ten stories high. That punk is dead. Let's roll.
The three thugs leave the rooftop. Meanwhile David is dangling over the edge of the rooftop, still in shock, but somehow wondering how he hasn't fallen.
Nightmare: David...
Nightmare brings his arm up and heaves David back onto the roof. David lands and rolls about ten feet away. Nightmare stalks him and picks him up again, slamming his face into the vent. Nightmare tosses David like a rag doll, then goes and picks him up by the throat.
Nightmare: What have you done...
Nightmare turns David so that he's looking at his dead mother. David starts to cry.
Dave: I didn't mean to...
Nightmare: But you did...
Dave: I didn't know...
Nightmare: But you did...
Dave: I was only...
Nightmare squeezes David's throat so he can't talk.
Nightmare: But you did...
David gasps for air as Nightmare brings him in close.
Nightmare: Normally in situations like this I give my victim a choice. Face your worst nightmare or face death. Death will not be your escape tonight...
Nightmare tightens his hold around David's throat.
Nightmare: The one person in your life that did everything for you, that gave you a shot at making something of your worthless self, and this is how you repay her...
David starts to go limp.
Nightmare: You will live with this nightmare for the rest of your life...
David starts to fade.
Nightmare: Welcome to your hell...
David goes black...
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The sun rises, awakening David. He is lying on his side, facing away from the sun. He moves his head around, spitting a rock away from his mouth. He tries to raise his hand up to wipe away something dripping in his face, but his arm doesn't move. He tries again, but nothing. He tries to move the rest of his body, but nothing responds.
Dave: Oh God...
David blinks a few times, finally allowing himself to see. He opens his eyes and is staring right in the face of his dead mother. She is on her side facing David, her empty eyes wide open, staring at her son as flies buzz all around her. David starts to cry and violently tries to move his body around, but realizes that his neck is broken and he will never move again. He starts to scream, looking at his mother's dead face. He continues to cry and scream until sirens are heard in the distance.
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Post by linzman on Aug 24, 2006 9:20:40 GMT -5
OOC: Last one, all yours Jaxson!
The chief of police is sitting in his house, drinking a beer and watching television. He's exhausted after another hard day. Another murder, and a man who's neck was broken and left for dead on a rooftop. The chief thought he knew who did it, but it wasn't like the others. He had his doubts, but he had a sick feeling in his stomach about who it was.
Chief: Poor kid...
The police found the guy a wreck, with no choice but to keep his eyes shut or stare into the face of his dead mother. Even when he shut his eyes, the sight of her face was embedded into his brain. The police tried questioning him at the hospital, but he was too upset and wasn't making any sense. Eventually they had to drug him to calm him down. The police had to leave after that. The young man's neck had zero chance of ever working again. He was a paraplegic for life.
Chief: Damn...
The chief walks over to the fridge to grab another beer.
Chief:.........Not enough...
The chief grabs a large glass from the cupboard. He puts in some ice cubes, then fills it half with Crown Royal, and half Pepsi. He sits back down on the couch and takes in some TV. He lights up a smoke as the wee hours of the night dwindle away...
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The chief wakes in the middle of the night with a start. He looks at the clock, but his eyes are too blurry to make out the time. He turns his head and notices his drink half empty, but is spilling on the couch. He erects his hand and lifts up his other hand, moving the still-burning cigarette away from his pants.
Nightmare: Hello Mr. Davidson...
The chief tosses his drink and cigarette in the air. The glass shatters on his hardwood floor. He quickly finds the cigarette and stomps it out. He stands up and turns around, seeing the massive Nightmare standing behind his couch.
Nightmare: Pleasant dreams?
Chief: Not a damn chance...
The chief grabs another cigarette and lights it as Nightmare snickers.
Nightmare: Those things kill.
Chief: And so do you...
Nightmare growls.
Nightmare: You should watch yourself, Mr. Davidson. You're very quick to anger.
Chief: You blame me?
Nightmare: Not at all, but you should watch who you're talking to...
Nightmare starts to walk around the couch. He spots a table with some pictures on it. He takes one that looks familiar and looks at it for a second.
Nightmare: How's your boy?
The chief gets angry.
Chief: I don't know! Why don't YOU tell ME???
Nightmare rushes at the chief, stopping right in front of his face. Nightmare roars in the chief's face. The chief tries to show no fear, but his hand is trembling when he takes a puff of his cigarette.
Nightmare: You talk like it's MY fault! You made the choice, Mr. Davidson! It was your choice to flaunt your power as chief of police to get what you wanted from who you wanted...
Chief: Shut up...
Nightmare: Let me remind you, Mr. Davidson. Do you remember a few years ago when you were still detective and you were investigating that murder case? You ended up sleeping with the very woman that you were supposed to be investigating, and you ended up making sure that she got off, even though you thought you knew that she did do it??
Chief: Shut up...
Nightmare: What about the time not too long ago when that new female officer came into your office, begging you to not walk the beat. You obliged, but with a price, didn't you chief?
Chief: Shut up...
Nightmare: You made that young woman "earn her stripes", didn't you, chief? What about the time you were going to arrest that prostitute? You let her off right after she got you off, didn't you, chief?
Chief: Shut up...
Nightmare: Need I go on, Mr. Davidson? You've used your position and power to satisfy your desires, but your wife found out, didn't she?
The chief stares down at his hand, looking at the gold wedding band around his finger. He starts to play with it, as a tear creeps out of his eye.
Nightmare: She left you, didn't she Mr. Davidson? But, lucky for you, she didn't go public with it. She didn't want to expose your son to the public media that would have come with such a scandal. She left quietly, but your son did not, did he?
The chief squeezes his eyes shut.
Nightmare: Your son was devastated. His father, his hero, his idol, the man that he has looked up to for all these years shamed him. He began to lose it, lost his job, his education, and his very mind. You destroyed your son, Mr. Davidson...
The chief sits back on the couch with his head in his hands.
Nightmare: He grew rebellious and wild, and ended up finding my, as many people would sure say, underground cult. He was a real mess, Mr. Davidson, experimenting in every imaginable thing, trying to escape, if only for a moment, the reality of what his father had done to him. However he is weak, and as the animals do in the wild, the rule is, the herd is only as strong as it's weakest member, and he is very weak Mr. Davidson, and I have no room for the weak...
Chief: No...
Nightmare: Fortunately for him, he still has a father willing to use his position and power to get what he needs and wants, which is his son's life spared. In my world Mr. Davidson, death is not feared, it is embraced. Your son is ready and willing to give his life to me at any given moment...
Chief: NO!!
The chief leaps from the couch and lunges at Nightmare, but Nightmare grabs him and throws him against the wall. The chief slams into the wall back first, knocking down the few pictures and a mirror. All come crashing down to the floor. The chief lies there in a defeated heap as Nightmare walks over and stands over him.
Nightmare: Your son shall be spared for as long as you are of use to me. When my use for you has ended...
A window blows open and winds and rain start blowing inside as thunder and lighting crash outside.
Nightmare:...so will your son's life...
The power suddenly goes out. After a few moments the chief gets up and looks for his lighter. He finally finds it on the coffee table and gives it a few flicks. As soon as the lighter lights, the power comes back on. He stands there, watching the little flame dance for a moment before wheeling around, looking for Nightmare, but he is vanished. The chief drops the lighter and slumps back onto the couch, and starts to cry until morning.
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Aug 26, 2006 10:44:05 GMT -5
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Aug 27, 2006 0:00:15 GMT -5
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Aug 27, 2006 16:55:46 GMT -5
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Post by Kris Jaxson on Aug 27, 2006 22:04:34 GMT -5
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