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| Shark Grey | May 4 2018, 01:39 PM Post #1 |
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![]() #np: "Welcome Home" by Coheed & Cambria word count (with intro and scene description): 1096 ooc note: Just pretend he's speaking German ok. I am keeping it in English just to keep everyone fucking happy. Opening Dialogue Flashback ;; Time: May 2018 ;; Location: Post Violent Behavior I In Locker Room ;; Upcoming Event: Fight Union: II ;; Recorded On Cassette ;; Thinking Out Loud Mikhail:"Ich werde jemanden ermorden. Jemand. Ich muss diesen verdammten Scheiß richtig machen. Mutterficker müssen sich erinnern, wer zum Teufel ich bin!" "I will murder someone. Anyone. I must make this fucking shit right. Mother fuckers need to remember who the fuck I am!" Present Day ;; May 2018 ;; Dortmund, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany ;; Building: Apartment ;; Mik's Age : 37/38 ;; Camera, ON ;; Song: "The End of Heartache" by Killswitch Engage ;; Starring: The Family (Just A Rant) Mikhail:"Another week, another chance I may, just may, actually LOSE MY FUCKING MIND! I nearly murdered a man, in a ring, maybe with help, and the fans fucking cheered but I still not the Outlaw Champion? Lara Bratton has MY title? MY FUCKING TITLE! How can this happen to me? How? Its the people, it's management. Its fans. The fucking people who released me from treatment! I know what I'll do, I'll stab Richter in the heart all fucking night long. No, no, no, that won't work. He'd die to fast. Hmmm, what can I do?" Jacelyn:"I already know what your gonna choose..........." Tricia:"Filet him Fa! Toes to head! Start at his ankles! Throw him on a pit, roast him and invite Spike and Knuxy and Silas although Spike only Unkle like human! Then we can invite your apprentice, wait, I forgot she still hasn't gotten the message has she? Stupid cunt. Wait, can she hear this? Hi! Hiya Judy! Your Milk Bar tastes like shit! Try blood, it tastes oh so pure!" Megan:"Your all so revolting." Mikhail:"Enough! This is my goddamn promo! Not ya'lls so can you shut your cock holsters up!" Megan:"Touchy." Mikhail:"I swear to me Megan, we may be brother and sister but i'll cunt punt you right here! Anyways! See, Richter may see the dysfunctional and unstable part of our family when he hears this but you gotta listen up. We ARE The Family That Hates Together after all. We don't just fucking goddamn say it to say it like Dahl asking for mercy when I was ramming my dick into his fucking skull. WE KILL TOGETHER!" Present Day ;; May 2018 ;; Dortmund, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany ;; Building: Unknown Location ;; Mik's Age : 37/38 ;; Camera, OFF ;; Song: "The Devil Inside" by Like A Storm ;; Starring:Mikhail And Dream Versions Of People The room was dark, he only light coming from over head. Was it an emergency room like light? No, it wasn't nearly that bright but it was bright enough. He tried to look around but he noticed the restraints on him and they didn't just limit to his stomach and arms neither. His legs and neck were restrained as well. He started to notice things, familiar things. The scratches on the wall, the blood in that one particular spot. That was where he banged his head against the wall so much he gave himself a concussion, ring to cause a brain hemorrhage, trying to cause himself to die. Or maybe that one spot over to the other side where he was instructed to light someone on fire for fun. He started to notice what room he was in as he hard the familiar chuckle of his therapist, the one who sent him on this mission. Nancy. Nancy:"Mikhail Reinhardt. Or should I say Mikhail Viktor Reinhardt. Yes, you do hate your full name don't you? Why don't you just relax. Here, bite down on this" She would slip a mouth guard into his mouth as he would feel a hand force him to clamp down shut but then he heard Nancy:"Clear him, charging to 400, clear!" He felt the electrical shock waves come through him. He hadn't realized the prongs were attached to his skull otherwise he'd had known what was up. Once he was done being given a surge, he felt the shocks stop as Nancy smiled at him as she came into his view, a wicked witch grin on her face. Nancy:"We can do this all night. We gave you one job! Win the Outlaw Title and you failed. 500! Clear!" He felt he shocks again as he stated to smile, the best he could. He wasn't gonna let her win. But then as they resided and subdued, he saw a woman come into focus. It was his daughter Tricia as he screamed at Nancy to let he go. Nancy:"Call her collateral, if you fail again, we put her though the Reinhardt Tests. So don't fuck up. Or else." And as she started to walk away, you hear a gunshot, body falls on ground, a Dead Evil Queen was truly now dead. As he started to scream, he felt a punch. Dream fades to black, he's woken up in his gutter like apartment. He rises up as fast as he can, checking his body as he sighs after the frantic search. He sighs as he smiles as he reaches over Jacelyn as he turns the light on only to notice clippings, something that seemed familiar to him as they were stories. MEMORY'S SO TREACHEROUS. ONE MOMENT YOU'RE LOST IN A CARNIVAL OF DELIGHTS, WITH POIGNANT CHILDHOOD AROMAS , THE FLASHING NEON OF PUBERTY, ALL THAT SENTIMENTAL CANDY-FLOSS ... THE NEXT , IT LEADS YOU SOMEWHERE YOU DON'T WANT TO GO... ...SOMEWHERE DARK AND COLD, FILLED WITH THE DAMP, AMBIGUOUS SHAPES OF THINKS YOU'D HOPED WERE FORGOTTEN. MEMORIES CAN BE VILE, REPULSIVE LITTLE BRUTES. LIKE CHILDREN, I SUPPOSE. HAHA. BUT CAN WE LIVE WITHOUT THEM? MEMORIES ARE WHAT OUR REASON IS BASED UPON. IF WE CAN'T FACE THEM, WE DENY REASON ITSELF! ALTHOUGH, WHY NOT? WE AREN'T CONTRACTUALLY TIED DOWN TO RATIONALITY! THERE IS NO SANITY CLAUSE! SO WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF LOCKED ONTO AN UNPLEASANT TRAIN OF THOUGHT, HEADING FOR THE PLACES IN YOUR PAST WHERE THE SCREAMING IS UNBEARABLE, REMEMBER THERE'S ALWAYS MADNESS. MADNESS IS THE EMERGENCY EXIT... YOU CAN JUST STEP OUTSIDE, AND CLOSE THE DOOR ON ALL THOSE DREADFUL THINGS THAT HAPPENED. YOU CAN LOCK THEM AWAY... FOREVER. He threw the clippings down as he realized how deep in shit he was. He had to kill Ritcher this week. He had no choice. His family's life was at stake. Edited by Shark Grey, May 26 2018, 11:23 AM.
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