Post by Seifer Blacke on Jul 23, 2009 9:17:07 GMT -5
Dying Days
Some people... some people are different. I am one of those people. I don't look the same. I don't talk the same. I don't act the same. I think I know why. Some people are so simple. They flow through life, caught by time. They personalize themselves, connecting to miniscule things to fill their person. I am not one of those people. My mind roams free, and thinks of things you couldn't imagine. If only you knew what it is like to be me.
He controls me, makes me do things his way... but he's not me... why does he get to control me? Why do I let him? Is it because of Stephanie? How I want her so bad? I don't even remember anymore. I can just feel myself slipping away... me and him are becoming one. I don't want to lose myself, I liked how I was... but he's so successful, so efficient when I let him control me... I just don't know what to do...
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer Blacke wakes from a deep sleep. His phone has started to vibrate: A text message. He opens the text. "I wish you were here--Stephanie."He sits up in his hotel room, and looks out the window. The early morning is here, and the sun hasn't quite risen. Cars continue to drive in the Los Angeles Streets.[/shadow]
I'm not like them...
[shadow=maroon,left,300]He gets his things together, unable to fall back asleep. His bag is all packed. He gets undressed, and takes a shower.
[/shadow]
One things for sure... Evan Bourne is getting an ass-beating on Sunday.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]He dries off, and changes into his usual black pants, blue cross vest, and then he opens the closet door. Hanging up is his Grey Trenchcoat and his Intercontinental Title Belt. He reaches for his gear.
[/shadow]
Oh God... I feel like Batman.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]He slings the belt over his shoulder and leaves the hotel. He looks left and right, trying to find a cab. He finally flags one down, and gets into the back. [/shadow]
"The nearest Diner please."
When I got here, I was so basic, so primal. So violent. Things have changed. I've evolved. I've grown to love something. I don't believe it really, but I've found something I like to do. My life as it is... it's not as bad as I thought. But my dad? Its true that the two of me inside have become one, but I don't know if I have room for another right now...but where did he come from? I've never met the fucking guy and he thinks he can just show up...
"You piece of shit..."
"Excuse me?"
"What the fuck are you gonna do about it?"
[shadow=red,left,300]The cab driver pulls to the side of the road.[/shadow]
Fuck. I shouldn't have done that.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer Blacke has to flag down another cab. He finds one across the street. He gets in and directs the driver as to where he wants to go.
[/shadow]
Something's changed out there. We live in different times, the end of days I think. The Dying Days. Nothing gets happier from here on out. All I have to do is focus forward, focus on Evan Bourne. If that little insect thinks he can dethrone me? I lost my first match ever in FCW. I was undefeated for months. That ripped a whole through me, but now I'm gonna rip a hole through Evan. He is making a serious mistake getting in the ring with me...
But I did take--
When we took Nick, we did it for purely business purposes. I needed someone to fill me in. I didn't much feel like jumping into this without any knowledge, and I fufilled my sick wishes by taking a little victim. So what if I held him against his will? What's it to anyone?
Thats not a good arguement...
"East Side Diner."
"Thank you."
[shadow=maroon,left,300]
Seifer pays the Cabbie, very politely due to the last cab issue, and heads into the diner. He sits down, and stares at the marble designs on the table.[/shadow]
"Welcome to East Side Diner. Can I start you off with some coffee?"
"Yes, please."
[shadow=maroon,left,300]The waitress leaves the table, and Seifer resumes his stare.[/shadow]
Ever since I came here, I've been successful. I have worked really hard, and put myself through a lot. Obviously, I'm not very mentally stable at times, and lots of things can be hard on me. Life itself makes me want to split in two... (Oops) and I feel like I want to give in. There's so much stress all the time. Enough of it comes out in the ring, I guess, but I don't get enough matches in. Every friday night for twenty minutes isn't sufficient. I need something more. I need--someone to talk to. I need a companion, an ally. I need a... a friend...
"Here you go, sir. Will you be getting anything for breakfast?"
"Better make it a tomato, pepper and onion Omelete, four eggs."
"Absolutely."
So I have Blade LaVigne on Anarchy... just another superstar below my par. I have to work just as hard, though, I can't lose steam. You better watch yourself though, Blade. I don't fuck around in that ring. You're getting in the ring with the Intercontinental Champion. Being this champion means you are the most rawly talented superstar in the business. Messing with me is like messing with a Tiger. It just doesn't happen all too often, and when it does, its never good for you.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer looks down, his cell phone is buzzing. On the LCD is the words "1 New Text: Stephanie." Seifer's hands tremble as he opens the phone. [/shadow]
Probably drunk. She doesn't really want to see me, does she?
[shadow=maroon,left,300]He opens the message: "I met this guy."[/shadow]
Who the fuck does she think she is? What the fuck!
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer gets up, flipping his table, he storms towards the exit. A man stands up in his way.[/shadow]
"What the hell do you think you're doing? This is not how you act in public!"
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer Muay Tai Clinches the man's head, and throws a knee way high into the mans nose, the sickening break audibly evident. Seifer looks at the blood as he leaves the diner slowly.
[/shadow]
Not again... but it's not my fault... its hers... she met a guy? What about me?
I told you...
End of RP.
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Role Play Key
"Seifer Speech"
"Cabbie Speech"
"Waitress Speech"
"Man in Diner Speech"
Seifer thought, good side
Seifer thought, bad side
Seifer thought, united.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Information[/shadow]
Some people... some people are different. I am one of those people. I don't look the same. I don't talk the same. I don't act the same. I think I know why. Some people are so simple. They flow through life, caught by time. They personalize themselves, connecting to miniscule things to fill their person. I am not one of those people. My mind roams free, and thinks of things you couldn't imagine. If only you knew what it is like to be me.
He controls me, makes me do things his way... but he's not me... why does he get to control me? Why do I let him? Is it because of Stephanie? How I want her so bad? I don't even remember anymore. I can just feel myself slipping away... me and him are becoming one. I don't want to lose myself, I liked how I was... but he's so successful, so efficient when I let him control me... I just don't know what to do...
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer Blacke wakes from a deep sleep. His phone has started to vibrate: A text message. He opens the text. "I wish you were here--Stephanie."He sits up in his hotel room, and looks out the window. The early morning is here, and the sun hasn't quite risen. Cars continue to drive in the Los Angeles Streets.[/shadow]
I'm not like them...
[shadow=maroon,left,300]He gets his things together, unable to fall back asleep. His bag is all packed. He gets undressed, and takes a shower.
[/shadow]
One things for sure... Evan Bourne is getting an ass-beating on Sunday.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]He dries off, and changes into his usual black pants, blue cross vest, and then he opens the closet door. Hanging up is his Grey Trenchcoat and his Intercontinental Title Belt. He reaches for his gear.
[/shadow]
Oh God... I feel like Batman.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]He slings the belt over his shoulder and leaves the hotel. He looks left and right, trying to find a cab. He finally flags one down, and gets into the back. [/shadow]
"The nearest Diner please."
When I got here, I was so basic, so primal. So violent. Things have changed. I've evolved. I've grown to love something. I don't believe it really, but I've found something I like to do. My life as it is... it's not as bad as I thought. But my dad? Its true that the two of me inside have become one, but I don't know if I have room for another right now...but where did he come from? I've never met the fucking guy and he thinks he can just show up...
"You piece of shit..."
"Excuse me?"
"What the fuck are you gonna do about it?"
[shadow=red,left,300]The cab driver pulls to the side of the road.[/shadow]
Fuck. I shouldn't have done that.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer Blacke has to flag down another cab. He finds one across the street. He gets in and directs the driver as to where he wants to go.
[/shadow]
Something's changed out there. We live in different times, the end of days I think. The Dying Days. Nothing gets happier from here on out. All I have to do is focus forward, focus on Evan Bourne. If that little insect thinks he can dethrone me? I lost my first match ever in FCW. I was undefeated for months. That ripped a whole through me, but now I'm gonna rip a hole through Evan. He is making a serious mistake getting in the ring with me...
But I did take--
When we took Nick, we did it for purely business purposes. I needed someone to fill me in. I didn't much feel like jumping into this without any knowledge, and I fufilled my sick wishes by taking a little victim. So what if I held him against his will? What's it to anyone?
Thats not a good arguement...
"East Side Diner."
"Thank you."
[shadow=maroon,left,300]
Seifer pays the Cabbie, very politely due to the last cab issue, and heads into the diner. He sits down, and stares at the marble designs on the table.[/shadow]
"Welcome to East Side Diner. Can I start you off with some coffee?"
"Yes, please."
[shadow=maroon,left,300]The waitress leaves the table, and Seifer resumes his stare.[/shadow]
Ever since I came here, I've been successful. I have worked really hard, and put myself through a lot. Obviously, I'm not very mentally stable at times, and lots of things can be hard on me. Life itself makes me want to split in two... (Oops) and I feel like I want to give in. There's so much stress all the time. Enough of it comes out in the ring, I guess, but I don't get enough matches in. Every friday night for twenty minutes isn't sufficient. I need something more. I need--someone to talk to. I need a companion, an ally. I need a... a friend...
"Here you go, sir. Will you be getting anything for breakfast?"
"Better make it a tomato, pepper and onion Omelete, four eggs."
"Absolutely."
So I have Blade LaVigne on Anarchy... just another superstar below my par. I have to work just as hard, though, I can't lose steam. You better watch yourself though, Blade. I don't fuck around in that ring. You're getting in the ring with the Intercontinental Champion. Being this champion means you are the most rawly talented superstar in the business. Messing with me is like messing with a Tiger. It just doesn't happen all too often, and when it does, its never good for you.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer looks down, his cell phone is buzzing. On the LCD is the words "1 New Text: Stephanie." Seifer's hands tremble as he opens the phone. [/shadow]
Probably drunk. She doesn't really want to see me, does she?
[shadow=maroon,left,300]He opens the message: "I met this guy."[/shadow]
Who the fuck does she think she is? What the fuck!
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer gets up, flipping his table, he storms towards the exit. A man stands up in his way.[/shadow]
"What the hell do you think you're doing? This is not how you act in public!"
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Seifer Muay Tai Clinches the man's head, and throws a knee way high into the mans nose, the sickening break audibly evident. Seifer looks at the blood as he leaves the diner slowly.
[/shadow]
Not again... but it's not my fault... its hers... she met a guy? What about me?
I told you...
End of RP.
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Role Play Key
"Seifer Speech"
"Cabbie Speech"
"Waitress Speech"
"Man in Diner Speech"
Seifer thought, good side
Seifer thought, bad side
Seifer thought, united.
[shadow=maroon,left,300]Information[/shadow]
