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| Topic Started: Oct 5 2006, 04:02 PM (132 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Oct 5 2006, 04:02 PM Post #1 |
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Daemon vs. MV 2 RP Limit Deadline October 10, 2006 at 11:59 pm EST. |
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| Dresser Boys | Oct 10 2006, 04:24 PM Post #2 |
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Dresser Boys RP | Breakdown | The Power of the List |
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| Daemon | Oct 10 2006, 08:49 PM Post #3 |
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Rexdale, Toronto 8:45 PM Canada The rain was slapping against the window, as it fell from the sky, which was lighting up with the white and blinding glow of lightning every few minutes or so. My ears rumbled, as the sky let forth its thunder which made many dogs howl, and made many children cower. The jet black car, that which I resided in hummed down the busy streets of late night toronto. It was a nice car. One that would have people assume I am a very wealthy person. In reality, I am not, but the man, or should I say boy? Yes, the boy I am going to meet, is a very wealthy person. Wealthy enough to hire some of the greatst reknown assasin's in the world. One that was so rich, and so blinded by his wealthiness, that he thinks he could hold his own brother against his will. I let out a slight titter at the thought of it. The car came to a resounding halt at the side of the road, as the pellet like rain drops continued to pour down upon the roof of the car. I saw the driver open the door, and extend an umbrella. I watched him through the windscreen, as he rounded the car, and came to a halt beside my door. He opened it up, and took the cover away from his head nearly instantly. I stepped out of the car, and waved his cover away from me, and he did so, a bit to entusiastically. The rain dropped onto my black hair, and it was soon wet, which was saying something as the building was only a few feet away. The warmth of the building assaulted me, as if the cold was some sort of intruder in its very warm climated house. The driver of the car waited by the door, as a man was waiting for me. He motioned for me to follow him, and I did so. His black and hard soled shoes clip clopping against the hard tiled floor of the building which I had entered. There were pictures decorating the halls, each of them whipping by too fast for me to see what they were, as this men lead a very hurried journey to wherever it is that we were heading. Finally, his clip-clopping ceased, as did my own, and we stood outside of a door. It was quiet. Far much quieter then I expected it to be. Ideas went through my head, as to what my friends brother had done to him, to stop him from causing such a ruckus. The man's hand extended to the door, as he pulled it open, and stepped aside to let me step in. I did so, and suddenly had the strong smelling sensation of jasmine in my nose. It let out a cough or two, but then let my senses get accustomed to the smell, and I soon was back on track. The sudden scene change was rather odd, as it went from buisness hallway to dark curtained room. I pulled aside the curtains, as I saw a chair like form behind them. I was hoping I hadn't pulled the wrong curtains aside and there was some couple having sex in there or something. Lucky, there was nothing of the such. To me though, I would have prefered to walk in on a couple doing it. Atleast that would be hot. No, what I into was a far more disrputing scene to me. There was a rather lage chair there, but its back was to mee. Straight across form that chair, there was a chair almost identical in it. Within that chair was a rather dimmutive figure, an all too familiar diminutive figure. His blond highlighted hair was a string to my eyes. His cocky grin was a grin my fists clenched on reflex at. His young and arrogant voice made my teeth clench together. Scott West: "Hello, Daemon." Just hearing his voice made me want ot turn around and leave. Scott West: "Good job at Breakdown last week. You and my brother certainly did hit it off, as usual." My fists clenched tighter, as it took the rest of my enegry to keep me rooted to the spot. He grinned as he continued. Scott West: "Not even going to say hello to your old friend?" He opened his arms in a mock welcoming greeting stance. Daemon: "What kind of a friend would be like that?" I forced a grin, as I did my best to release the grip on the invisible pole my hand was clenching a fist around. Scott West: "How as the drive?" Daemon: "Gloomy." Scott West: "Yes it is rather muggy outside." There was a moment of silence, where I stood there, staring at the curtain behind West, as if it was trying to hide something. Scott West: "Take a seat." I was too tired of standing already to deny his offer, so I did so, but my gaze never left from the curtain behind Scott. Scott West: "That preformance you put up last week was very impressive, you must be proud." Daemon: "I'm just trying to win some matches." Scott West: "Ever won any without my brother?" I gave him a hard look and then a sarcastic answer. Daemon: "Once or twice." Scott West: "Then you must realize you cannot count on someone you do no treat with respect." I paused for a second, as I raised my eyebrows. Daemon: "Respect? Who are you to demand respect?" Scott West: "You assume too much. I was only giving you advice which could aid you in your future endeavors." Daemon: "Really. Well I took advice from someone like you once before, and that didn't turn out to well." Scott West: "Don't blame your greed for attention on me." I clenched the arms of the chair, as I stared at him, grinding me teeth against eachother. How did HE know THAT? Daemon: "So do you have him caged like some animal?" Scott West let out a bone chilling laugh. Scott West: "Like some animal? I am going to assume you meant 'like the animal he is'. There is no way you can think the beast that was brought to me can be compared like a man to an animal, unless the man is being compared to him. He is no longer a man, Daemon. You cannot still think and talk about him like he is some sane person like you and I." "No, he is now more animal then man. The man you use to know. The man that befriended you, is now lost, lost in the furry belly of the beast inside. It is quite funny how you can still think that a man as such as Don, with HIS talents, can still be a man after being dropped off in some of the most demanding forests in the North West Territories. We could not even find him where we originally set him. He was long gone. It cost me 10 grand to have him found and brought back, but oh boy was it worth it." I gave him a cold look. Scott West: "So you don't believe my words?" I gave him a stiff shake of my head. Scott West: "Then maybe your own eyes can smake some sense into you!" Scott West's visage changed almost instantly, as his calm and cocky look, changed to a furious and arrogant fools look in a second. He got up from his seat, and I followed suit. I looked over his head, at to where we were heading, which wasn't hard considering even I had some height on the small young adult, who could be mistaken for a classy teenager on any given date. He pulled aside the curtain my eyes had previously been locked on. There was a doog behind them, a door in a gray concrete wall, that took away from the seductive feel of the room instantly and completely. West pulled out a single key and put it into the keyhole. There was a click as West turned the key the opposite way of one might think it would turn, and West flashing me a grin. He pushed open the door, and we were in what seemed to be a labratory of sorts. There was a cage in the middle of the room, on an observation table. There computers against the walls, and test tubes sstrewn all over some of the desks. Tossed paper work was on the floor, and there was no doubt that if it was a labratory, it was a messy labratory. Scott West: "Behold... Your 'friend'." West let a arm point towards the cage in the middle of the room. As if on que, the huddled form in the middle of the cage, which I thought to be nothing more then a pile of clothes, sprang up, and let out a roar. It turned to face me, and I saw an all too familiar face within the beastality visage of my partner Wayne Don. When me and Don had tagged last week, I had not taken in his intial appearence, I was too concentrated on the match. But now, now that the adrenaline was gone, and the tension was as well, I was free to soak in the truth of how right West's words were. I looked to him with a blank look, as he had a arrogant grin on his face. All I could do was nod, as I knew he was right. Suddenly seeing Wayne in a state which told me that West could tell him what to do and he would comply without even thinking, gave me a feeling that I should put up some sort of facade that told West I respected him. I silently vowed to myself, that after this was all over. After I had defeated that pathetic little man that was shielded by a world of power and wealthiness within Markus V. Lopez, I certainly would take the first chance I coult, to rip out this little pathetic man's throat. I looked to Don one more time, as he started to rattle aganst the cage bars. I gulped as I looked to West, who had a grin on that told me that ripping his throat out right now wasn't such a bad idea... |
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