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| Omarion Denton vs. Orion the Scar | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 13 2006, 12:49 PM (141 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Jul 13 2006, 12:49 PM Post #1 |
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| Infamous OD | Jul 13 2006, 04:01 PM Post #2 |
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|~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| Chapter Twenty-Five February 17th, 2002 |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| The day has finally came, operation Italy as Omarion liked to call it was now in full effect. On a bright afternoon in Miami Omarion stands outside surrounded by his SeeD troop who are scurrying around trying to get all equipment ready and cars loaded and everyone organized. His home is filled with jeeps and large trucks as his men carry items loading them to their maximum capacity making sure that everything is gotten and nothing is left behind. The sun is out but the heat is mild and with plenty of shade around from the tress out front. He takes off his glasses for a moment as he looks around and blinks his eyes several times as they adjust to the lighting outside. He stands wearing a long blue trench coat with his blue dress pants and polished blue dress shoes. He turns and looks back at the front door of his home as he sees Janette standing at the doorway barking out orders of her own as she is holding Cash. He smiles as he winks at her and she gives him a smile back, she then quickly turns her head back inside the house as she walks in yelling at someone else. Omarion then turns back around chuckling and begins walking forward looking at the progress his troops are making. He can’t help but to wonder how successful he will be. Not only will this help him out in the long run, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but to think what it could do for him as a whole. And well as the Operation Italy has it’s perks as far as the business aspect is concerned, it could have another underlining effect in causing him to become even more dangerous than they are now. Something that the invaders defiantly will not want to see. Those like Mystery and others have already seen him in action knowing, by facing Omarion and seeing how great he is. Things like this is what is needed and what will be necessary to tackle down and but an end to the Invasion. But first things first, surviving the mission and accomplishing their goal would have to be done first which is not going to be an easy task by any stretch of the imagination. He walks until he sees His SeeD captain huddled up near one of the SeeD keeps talking among each other and going over their plan. As they talk, Edgar looks away cracking his neck for a second and spots Omarion heading his way. He then tells the other men and they all snap into attention position standing at full salute. They are all dressed perfectly, with their black camo uniforms washed and perfectly ironed. Their boots shine and even gleam in the Miami sun. Their berets are placed perfectly on their heads with their golden SeeD emblem on the front. Each man has pistol at the hip with to knives on their front chest. Each man also has a semi-automatic weapon, but they’re in the back of the weapons jeep for now. They stands in full salute until Omarion comes within a few feet of them and tells them to be at ease. He then looks scanning all of them from head to toe making sure they look perfect before he speaks a single word. Omarion: Well first off gentlemen let me say that you all look terrific. And what a day it is to all be out here together ready to go to battle. Might I add that I love those berets that I had made, I am a genius. (Laughs) So are you men ready? Bobby steps forward eager to speak first. Bobby: Yes sir, we are just now going over last minute preparation for the trips their. Cloud then steps forward. Cloud: We have assembled all the keep and truck and have divided them by what they are carrying. Some have previsions others have weapons other have uniforms others have… Omarion holds out his hand stopping Cloud from talking. O-D: I get it. What about the information are will still working on that? Irvine then looks at Omarion. Irvine: Sir as soon as I can get my computer set up, I will tap into the Intelligence data base and begin more searches finding out everything we need. Everything will be done just as you ordered. O-D: Good, good to hear you are all on top of things. (Looks at his watch) I wanna be outta hear within the hour so whatever you are doing do it better and faster understood. SeeD captains: Yes sir! O-D: Squall you come with me so we can discuss some things before I leave. Squall then comes from the group to walk with Omarion as the rest of them turn back around and finish discussing their plans. Omarion then walks back towards the house with Squall by his side speaking lightly to him, but clear enough for understanding. O-D: Look Squall like I told you before the task you have at hand to me is even far more important than this trip. You have the duty of protecting this family, making sure Denton Estates is guarded and protected and that nothing goes wrong… Squall becomes nervous as Omarion places his arm around his shoulder pulling him in closer and squeezing a little bit putting an intimidating touch on his speech. He begins to sweat a little not knowing what to expect, but mostly because he his aware of his job and does not want to let Omarion down. It also helps that he knows his death will come if he fails to even do a better job than expected out of him. O-D: Janette can take care of herself, but you keep a close eye on her anyway. You make sure that everything here is ran smoothly and no intruders. Squall I believe you can do what I ask that’s why I have entrusted you with this job, but do know if you fail, you will be killed. Squall’s eyes open wide with fear as he hears the words fall from Omarion’s mouth. O-D: Don’t be frightened just do your job like I know you can. I would have never given you the task if I didn’t think you could do it. Omarion then stops walking as he arrives at the front of the steps leading to his front door. He takes his arm from around Squall and turns his body so that he is facing him. His then brushes off his uniform and takes a step back looking at him. O-D: Now go do your job and make sure that all the perimeters of the house is protected and also that the deployment of the men remaining I had set is perfect. Make any necessary adjustments as you see fit. And keep my uniform clean, because I just love the way it looks. Squall: Yes sir! Squall then salutes Omarion then runs off to do his duty. Omarion then looks as he sees Janette coming outside this time by herself as she gave Cash to Yuffi for a second so that she can come and say her farewells to Omarion. She comes outside wearing a skin tight black and red dress with her hair draping across her back area. Omarion can’t help but to pinch his own hand thinking he is dreaming as he is mesmerized by her beauty. It has been almost 6 months and he still can’t help but to be amazed by her beauty. He smiles as she walks up to him and gives him a soft kiss while pacing her hands across his neck. She then backs her head up some by holds on. Omarion places his hands around her waist looking into her brown eyes. O-D: Come to wish me goodbye? Janette Dunn: more like a see ya later. You’ll be back soon. O-D: And if I never return. JD: Then I move on. Omarion eyes then open wide from her shocking answer. Janette then laughs amused by his reaction. JD: I’m only kidding, but I don’t have to worry about that because you will be back. O-D: Glad you feel so. Now I have Squall here and he will watch…. JD: Just stop there because I will be okay. How many times must I tell you I can handle myself? Just because I’m a woman it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t need the SeeDs help. I can handle my own plus I have Reno to help me too. He won’t let anyone touch me. O-D: Well the extra help won’t hurt. JD: Just as long as they don’t get in my way. O-D: I’ll make sure they don’t. Omarion then kissed Janette as they embrace in a kiss for a long moment. They then stop and she takes loose her grip around his neck and holds a hand as they look into each others eyes for a moment. She then begins to walk off Omarion holding her hand as she goes until he can no longer grip her hand. O-D: I love you Janette. She says it back as she goes into the house. Omarion then looks for a second then turns around checking up on the progress of everything. He sees now the backs of the trucks closing and jeeps being moved to the front gate all ready to go. His troops are becoming from the sides and the back areas of the home getting in the jeeps and trucks ready to leave. Omarion then sees his limo at the front and he begins making his way towards it. He sees the troop running and as one passes him he grabs him by his arm pulling him to him. The troop is stunned never actually been confronted by Omarion before and gets into an attention position, but being nervous he is shaking. Omarion can’t help but to chuckle and tells the man to be at ease. O-D: Don’t worry soldier you are in no trouble. SeeD: (stuttering) O…O…okay sir. O-D: Look I now am putting you in charge of making sure that all my SeeDs make it to the airport. Not one is to be left behind. As a matter of fact you should arrive at the aiport first. If I beat any of you there I will find you….. Omarion trails off waiting for the SeeD to tell him his name. SeeD: Randall Coffee sir. D-M: Randall Coffee and hold you accountable. Do I make myself clear. Randall Coffee: Yes sir. O-D: Good now hurry up we leave in 15 minutes. The SeeD then runs off with his new responsibility making sure that he gets all the men in order. Omarion then continues on his way to his limo, but he stops as he hears his name being yelled from somewhere behind him. He then turns around and sees as it is another SeeD troop that is carrying something with a silver color in his head. As he comes closer he sees that it is his WCXF Championship title. The man runs up to Omarion and hands it to him then goes into the attention position. He is told to be at ease. The man then does so, but can’t help but to place his hands on his head out of breath from running. SeeD #2: Here sir, you almost forget it. O-D: Thank you I can’t forget this. My good luck charm. The SeeD cannot say anything out of breath, but smiles. O-D: Now go back to your post and tell Squall that you get a promotion for bringing this to me. Now go on SeeD and get back to work. The SeeD ten does a salute and runs off. Omarion then places the title around his shoulder then comes up to his limo where his SeeD captains are standing. Edgar, Bobby, Irvine, and Cloud all ready to go. Omarion walks up to the door and Irvine opens it for him. But before getting in he says something. O-D: Well men let this be something that makes us great. Everything I would assume has been set and is ready to go. Bobby: Yes sir. O-D: Alright then the airport we go. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- A small Regional size airport located near the Atlantic Ocean near Miami is where the Omarion is found next. The whole place was operated by workers that have asked to join SeeD but were not fit for the military portion of the job. The place was new and was built for importing and exporting goods to other countries as a part of his business. But now is the location of both the SeeD and Untouchable units that were gathering and having planes loaded and set for their trip. People are on the landing strip frantically signaling planes in and loading them quickly as Omarion has set a time for his flights to be in the air and disappointing him is something no one wanted to do. His limo is taken on the landing strip but far away from the airplanes so that he would be safe. He gets out of the limo along with his SeeD captains and looks into the distance as he sees another limo far off guessing that it belongs to Barry and Michael. He then looks at his captains and orders them off to do they last of the work and make sure that they have everything ready. They already know that they are boarded separate planes, Omarion wanting to have High Norte, his local gang, members go together and the troops go with one another. They do so, but wish Omarion a safe trip before they leave and run to finish their duties. Omarion then places his hands in his coat and puts on his glasses and begins walking toward the other limo, but he feels a hand on his back and he grabs it quickly not knowing who it is. As he hears the yelping sound from whosever hand is he grabbing he lets go as he realizes who it is. O-D: Charlie what the hell are you doing? Larry: Saying hello. Larry Reil comes from behind Omarion holding his hand in pain from Omarion’s grip. He is dressed nicely in a new suit as Omarion requested wanting to look sharp as they go into a new country. They then begin walking towards the limo talking along the way. O-D: When’d you get here? LR: About 10 minutes ago. Not to long. I haven’t bought a new car so I took a taxi here. Amazing place man I like it. O-D: Yeah well I needed something; something just can’t be carried by U.S. carriers. (Laughs) LR: (Jokingly) You’re a bad man. Baaaddd. O-D: I know. Reil then notices that Omarion has his title around his shoulder. LR: Hey why you bring that? O-D: Good luck charm. Plus why not hold don top it, it’s not like I’m losing it anytime soon anyway. LR: This is true. But is it necessary to bring it with us. O-D: Hey good luck is good luck, so yes it is. LR: Whatever floats your boat man. The two then continue walking but to their surprise Barry and Michael come into the picture walking from behind one of the planes meeting them in the middle of a landing strip. Both men are dressed to impress. They all shake hands with one another for a greeting. Omarion cannot help but to think how this could be what bring them together. He looks around first before saying anything to see the progress and sees that it is just about complete. He then places his attention back to the group as the stand huddled up together. Barry: Looks like you have everything under control here pretty good Deandre. I am impressed. O-D: I try. Barry: You sure you need me. (Laughs). O-D: Please this is just the set up. In no time we will be in another country where I do not know why lies behind any corner. Michael: Well I hope they have good cheesecake there because if they don’t then I’m coming back. They all look at Michael and Barry just smacks his own forehead. Reil laughs a little and Omarion just smiles. Michael then looks not knowing what these people problems are. Michael: What? O-D: Nothing. I have some cheesecake in the plane just for you because from what I hear it’s a long flight. LR: Oh yes it is. Michael: Good thinking then Denton. Barry: Well (Looks at his watch) shall we be off? O-D: I’m ready when you are. LR: Let’s get going. They all then look at Michael who seems to be dazing off into his own world. He then hears the throat clearing noise from Barry which snaps of out of it. Michael: Yeah yeah let’s go. Omarion then sakes his head laughing as he takes a setp in front of the men looking as the High Norte jet plane is being called forward ready to go. He closes his eyes and says a silent prayer as he is about to venture off into a new place, but with his friends at his side his worries are to a minimum. |~~~~~~~~| End Scene |~~~~~~~~| |
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| Orion the Scar | Jul 15 2006, 10:45 PM Post #3 |
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“My wife made the best dinner, there was nothing she couldn’t cook. We never had to order out, just give her knife, a couple of tomatoes, and a wad of dough and she could make a meal that would leave you feeling like you were touched by the hand of God. When I came home after a long day of work and found a pizza receipt on the key table and a pizza box on the stove I just lost it. When it was over the cops found me crying in the kitchen, I just couldn’t believe I snapped. I mean I expect a home cooked meal and I get some pizza joint slapped together cardboard crust, under-sauced, piss poor garbage pizza, if that’s what you call it. She took the kids and moved into her parents, I started heavy with the drugs, alcohol, popping painkillers like candy.” The man talking breaks down and starts crying, a few in the group cry as the story is so overwhelming for them. Also in the group is Orion the Scar and Jimmy the Junky laughing uncontrollably, but trying to fight it back, but they giggle so good that no one can tell the difference as they would mistake them for crying, easy to mistake because they do have tears in their eyes. “Thank you for sharing Jack, you’re a brave man,” Derek the group leader says as he looks over his clipboard. Eyeing the pictures next to the names, coming down to Orion’s picture it’s hard to overlook someone with a eye patch. “Now can we hear from Orion?” Derek says looking around the room as he knows very well where Orion and his pale, thin, and otherwise unpleasant smelling friend sit. Orion stops laughing, but he has a smile on his face still. “Ah yes!” Orion calling out that he is present and hopefully that’s all he wanted to get into. Orion knows that he won’t get off that easy, but he isn’t going to make it easy for him nevertheless. “Tell us why you are here?” Derek asks a little tired from having to do hear painful stories and coming across a wiseass in the bunch, he unlike anyone else could see that Orion and Jimmy were giggling like two girls at church. Orion: Well I was brought here on drunken disorderly and so was my partner in crime, well it’s what they caught us on, if they found out what else we was doing that night, let me tell you something Hoss we wouldn’t be here talking it up about old chicken soup memories and outdated valentines, we’d be in a prison in Rome. Jimmy the Junky: Tell ’em about the Vatican! Orion leans into Jimmy’s ear and whispers, “If we incriminate ourselves by telling them that we painted black mustaches on the better part of the Sistine Chapel, you can only imagine that one or all of these low lives will bring unwanted attention to us.” Jimmy the Junky: I once heard any publicity is good publicity? Orion: We’re petty thugs, we admit to that they’ll put us up there with Hitler and Martha Stewart, it’s one thing to be famous, but it’s another to be infamous, they’ll have fuckers out of the woodwork coming at us like that Munich movie, it was a one night stand, and prey to god we don’t go back. “What’s that about the Vatican?” Derek asks looking intrigued as he is fascinated that either of them two has even been to or near the Vatican. Orion sits back in his chair and the smiles are wiped from both his and Jimmy’s face. “It’s got a lot of pretty pictures in it,” says Jimmy, looking all shifty eyed at anyone who is looking at him. “That it does,” Derek says, looking down at the picture and the name saying ‘The Junky’ in its letterhead. Also it interests him to see a dab of white substance above his upper lip, which more than likely have been run-off of drug of choice. “Well let me tell you boys that alcohol doesn’t solve your problems, but causes new ones,” Derek says, he looks at both of them turning his head to show that he cares and gives them both of them the time to show they are worth his time. “Well sorry Derek I have pain to deal with, not just emotional, but physical. Unlike these washouts sitting in this circle I have real troubles to skip away from, I don’t have daddy issues like Mr. Grimes over there, or spousal abuse Jacky Boy, I have anger issues and I just can’t go and take it out on any piece of shit that I see on the streets, I save it for work, but so many days and few many matches. I was particularly upset because I have been in a downfall lately, my head is elsewhere and I’ve been hitting the sauce hard, to forget the loses, but would you guess it that also contributes to the new ones, so I took it upon myself to seek help and kick the habit, why I haven’t torn this group apart is because I want to be helped, but don’t bullshit me and don’t start any of that group hugging, because I am not a soft person and don’t try and break me, I’ll break you,” says Orion, staring dead to Derek. The room is silent; Jimmy is looking down at the floor like most of the other people in the room. Derek is staring at Orion, feeling like a shit himself as he just judge him as someone who is forced into being into this group to satisfy his P.O. “You feel we can’t help you here?” Derek asks, shifting in his chair as the question he is asking is not just a question because they both know that this group in fact cannot help. The therapy only works for those who are weak and become strong; Orion as he said earlier is having a downfall, that doesn’t mean he isn’t strong all the way down, but he’ll be reborn when the fog clears or go down in a blaze of glory. Most don’t remember the heroes for how they acted, but what they did, the villains are remembered for what they do and how they acted, what led them to the moment of truth. Heroes and villains all die, looking down the end of a barrel or the last breath of the feeling they were caught, but now they’ll get away or they ran till the running stopped. “We know this can’t help, tell whoever wants to know I am dry as a bone, don’t come knocking at my door, I’m not home,” says Orion, getting up and Jimmy stands up with him, they both go heading for the door and all Derek can do is go on to the next person who needs guidance. Orion walks away from the self closing doors and he says to Jimmy the Junky with a smile on his face, let’s go get shit-faced. Many Beers Later “Twenty-Two bottles of beer on the floor, Twenty-Two bottles of beer! If I throw another on the floor the bartender’s going to kick me out the door,” says Jimmy in a song and smashes his empty to the floor. The bartender grabs Jimmy the Junky away from his stool and takes him to the outside of the door. “Tuck into a ball and piss yourself,” Orion yells as Jimmy goes out the door, Jimmy comes back in and the bartender drags him back and Jimmy can be heard saying before leaving is, “I pissed myself so I am halfway there!” Orion: He’s a character that one, me I couldn’t do most of the things he’s done and live to tell about it. But as I do live and breathe I can admit that I almost left this planet the other day, I saw something that took the life right out of me, that would be Omarion Denton on the TV and I like to think it focused on me in the smallest shred of detail, but the sad sack didn’t even mention me once. Orion takes a drink from his beer glass and places a cigarette in hi mouth as he takes a match from the book of matches he took from a wicker basket from the bar and takes all the other books of matches and stuffs them into his coat pocket. Lighting the match from off the bar he holds the flame to the tip of the cigarette lighting it. Orion: I don’t know how you plan to throw me off my game, but coming and going from your limousine is a bold strategy I’ll give you that. Me I had to go to group therapy to get our dickhead of a boss of my back and I say dickhead in the nicest possible way, any guy likes to hear they have a big one, so to Mr. Drachewych you’re a big one if that counts for anything. A flick of the wrist twice over and the match goes out, smoke is let out of Orion’s nostrils and he dabs the ash into the ashtray. Orion: But for now you’re the dickhead Denton, you’re the lucky shit who has the misfortune of fighting me on Breakdown. I am not taking this match lightly, I have been doing that my last couple of matches and it has been getting me nowhere, but down. Drachewych sure does have it in for Relentless for taking over the show, but since I am mostly the main representative for the Relentless, he is squaring me off against guys that I have done wrong to the night we took over. Well it ends here, I am not taking another loss for my actions, I do wrong to someone I expect that they stay down or I’ll put them down. You not even acknowledging me is a slap in the face, well let me slap you back and show you how hard it’ll be when you tangle with the likes of me. I remember cracking you in the back with my trusty kendo stick and costing you the match against Killjoy, some say I am ready for another loss; well this is where it gets fun. Orion raises his glass up that has little than a mouth full left, he raises it up saluting Omarion Denton. Orion: Here’s looking at you Hoss, remember how you feel right at this moment, maybe you have pain from a previous fight, or you feel A-OK it doesn’t matter, me I am leaning towards you feeling OK, because you’ll know the extent of the damage I am going to bring to you in the ring. Orion takes the last sip of his drink and looks around as the doors reopen and Jimmy jumps up onto the bar and runs along having the bartender follow after him, trying to get him down off the bar without having to get up on the bar himself. Orion: Excuse me! Orion comes off his stool and smashes the beer glass over the head of the bartender and Jimmy leaps off the bar and tackles into a group of bikers playing pool. Orion goes at them before they get up and beat on Jimmy. The camera angel shifts to the cigarette in the ashtray and the smoke rising and the sound of a bar fight can be heard as the scene fades out to black. |
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