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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 28 2009, 10:03 PM (79 Views) | |
| Jazz | Nov 28 2009, 10:03 PM Post #1 |
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Resident Hell Raiser
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(Please read the post "Club Gauntlet" by "The Ripper" Danny B before reading this post... This rp is a lead up to my 2nd rp for this week aginst Ryan Storm... Big thanks goes out to "The Ripper" for his help) November 28th 2009- 10:45am, Dallas Texas- outside the home of CWF’s “Hardcore Bitch” Angel... 2 hooded figures- one male- around 6 foot tall, built heavily and one female- bout 5’7, built slightly, stride up her driveway with a purpose, robes swaying in the light breeze “This is the one, isn’t it?” The male asked the female, approaching the door- she nods in response as she knocks on the front door. *Knock knock* Angel heard the knock- she appears from the basement- her black training slacks and red tank top adorn her tanned self. Who the fuck is that on a fuckin’ Sunday... It can’t be Rosie cause its her day off- and it can’t be Cain or Scott cause they aren’t back from town for at least half an hour. Angel opens the door very slightly- spying the two hooded figures on her doorstep- immediately prompting her to slam it shut... This is not good.... “Sorry I’m not buying any cookies today!” Angel calls to the figures hoping they’d piss off, but alas they did not. Angel steps away from the door- and just in time as the two hooded figures kick the door in. “This is from the boss” The man says immediately reaching out and striking Angel with a hard right hand. As Angel races up stairs, trying not to trip in her frantic rush- holding her face. The hooded figures look about before one points at the stairs and the male intruder races up after Angel. As the intruder races up the stairs- Angel has already hidden in one of the storage closets along the hall- arming herself with a golf club, lying in wait. The heavy footsteps give away the intruders position- they pass by her hiding spot and Angel dares to sneak out- carefully treading behind the intruder- she swings the golf club straight up between his legs... “Fore!” The man crumples on the floor- clutching at his groin- Angel stands over him briefly smiling. “Looks like I got a hole in one” Angel drops the golf club and softly treads downstairs searching for the female intruder, through the living room- the couches had been tipped over, belongings strewn everywhere- it was a war zone. Man, they’ve been here less than 2 minutes and they’ve already trashed my lounge room... Bastards Angel turns around, immediately getting a punch in the face for her troubles- she staggers back, holding her face. “You bitch” Angel lunges at the woman- engaging in a brawl across the lounge room, both women becoming a mass of flailing fists and legs. Angel ends up on top and starts laying in with rights- but a rough pair of hands pulls Angel off, throwing her across the room like a rag doll. Angel lands hard on the ground- grimacing in pain as both figures start stomping on her- she tries to protect herself- which fails- so she instead kicks out, once again striking the man in the groin. The female figure checks up on him as Angel staggers to her feet- headed for the front hallway... The woman follows as Angel tries to get a breather- her back to the hallway mirror- the woman rears back for a punch but Angel ducks in time- causing the woman to punch the glass. Broken glass flies onto both women; Angel grabs the woman’s hood ramming her face first into the remaining mirror. The woman cries out in pain- her hood falls back showing her face, her green hair glowing in the light- tiny cuts bleeding all over her face- a contrast to the bright red against the green. Angel runs into the kitchen, searching for a weapon- the woman staggers after her- heavily cursing. Angel rummages through the drawers and cupboards frantically as the woman grabs a wine glass off the counter top- lining up Angel as she rummaged. Angel found a frying pan, going to turn- the woman smashes the glass into the side of Angel‘s head- dropping the frying pan to the ground with a loud clang. Angel holds the side of her head- unsteady on her feet, her equilibrium having been rocked. “Rain? Where are you...?” The male intruder called- his voice seemingly slightly higher now “Kitchen” The woman now known as “Rain” tried wiping some of the blood off her face- but only succeeded in smearing it worse, the man staggered in- a sick smile on his face. Angel tried staggering away- but could only manage a couple of steps before collapsing to all fours- the intruders smiled at each other, the male stalking up to Angel before delivering a hard kick to the ribs- Angel cried out, falling on her side, clutching her ribs in agony. Rain and the man took it in turns striking Angel as she lie on the floor- breathing heavily. Rain instructed the man to look for the bathroom and fetch a mirror- she wanted revenge for Angel putting her into the remains of a mirror- but unfortunately as the man wandered off in search- Rain turned her back on Angel- a big mistake as Angel (rather unsteadily) kipped up and struck Rain in the back of the head- Angel stomped away at her, lying in wait for the man to return. Almost on cue- the man walked into the room holding a large, full length mirror that obscured his vision but was a perfect target- Angel lined it up and *bang* super kicked the mirror into the man who cried out in pain as he was showered in shards of broken glass. The shards clung to his robe, sticking out like a mutated walking pin cushion- Angel raced past- headed for the upstairs... Rain followed her to the base of the stairs- but Angel had already disappeared up stairs, as Rain went to ascend the stairs, down the banister slid Angel- catching Rain in a head scissor take down onto shards of glass left from the hallway mirror. In the meantime- the man had recovered a bit, staggering into the lounge room- still trying to brush off glass from his robe. Angel crept into the lounge room, hoping to catch him by surprise but he knew she was there and nailed her in the face with a hard right hand- sending her back a few steps, followed by a couple of body shots. Angel coughed and spluttered for breath, a fine mist of blood coating her lips- followed by a tiny trickle of crimson from the corner of her mouth. Angel fought back with a couple right hands of her own, planning her next move- while the man was dazed she stumbled behind one of the upturned couches- stepping up onto it- waiting for the man to face her. The man turned towards her and she leapt at him- aiming for a head scissors takedown- however not all goes to plan- the man grips her legs as she tries to flip him- he pulls her back up onto his shoulders- she struggles to release his grip but he lifts her up and jack-knife power bombs her straight through the coffee table. She lands with a sickening thud as the table crumples beneath her- she lies there motionless, more blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. The man stands there, triumphantly over her broken body- Rain stumbles in, taking in the destruction- she looks at the man, a smirk appearing beneath the blood. “The boss was right- Angel’s do fall easier than Demons” They smile at each other, before Rain races up stairs- talking about forgetting to get something. The man continues to look down at Angel- who flinches involuntarily occasionally; he seems pleased with the chaos and destruction caused, his job having been fulfilled successfully- the boss would be pleased with them. Rain appears on the stairs- holding a small dark wooden box, motioning for the man to leave as she makes her exit- still trying to wipe away the crimson mask adorning her face. The man leans in close to Angel whispering in her ear- as if sharing a lover’s secret. “With love from the Ripper” With that- he left, telling Rain that they must leave before anyone returns. 11:30am A car pulls into the driveway of the house- Cain and his son Scott step out- both looking rather solemn still after their shopping trip. Within taking 3 steps from the car- Cain senses something’s wrong, looking to Scott before walking at a brisk pace towards the door- still hanging open. Wreckage strewn around the house catches his attention- as he stands in the doorway; Scott comes up behind him- trying to see around his father. Scott: What’s going on...? Why you standing in the doorway? Cain raises his hand to silence Scott as he steps inside- tiny shards of glass crunch under his shoes Cain: Amber? Scott followed his father- rather overwhelmed by the scene- unable to process what was surrounding him... A loud groan from the lounge room caught their attention- Cain rushed in to find Angel trying to drag herself up using an over-turned couch- she coughed, sending tiny blood spatter over the couch as Cain placed a hand on her back. Scott stood motionless- watching as his father tired to take charge of the situation- forcing Angel to sit- her back against the couch as Cain checked her over. Cain: Scott- call an ambulance... Scott didn’t move- unable to take his eyes off the destruction... Cain stroked some hair off Angel face to try to look in her eyes, eyes that were usually full of life and fire- now they were dull, almost lifeless- Cain turns to face Scott, his face showing a mix of anger and panic Cain: Scott- call a fuckin ambulance Scott regains his composure, moving off trying to find a phone, Cain turns his attention back to Angel- her eyes closed, her breathing heavy- he shakes her shoulder trying to keep her awake, she smiles at his weakly- her voice is reduced to a course whisper... Angel: I don’t need a fucking ambulance you cockhead... Cain: I think you do... He places a hand on her ribs, she grimaces and groans in pain- causing him to take his hand away Cain: Well at least we know what the problem is now... Angel: Fuck off Scott comes back in, and kneels beside Cain- his face is white in panic Scott: They’re on their way Angel: Is anyone listening to me? I don’t need a stupid fucking ambulance She tries to push Cain away, with little luck- he remains by her side, Scott looks to his father- a worry in his eyes Scott: Is she alright? Angel: Fine- never bloody better Cain: She’ll live... The only thing she hasn’t injured it appears is that big mouth of hers Angel: Your fuckin gay- you know that you old bastard The sound of sirens filled the air, followed by a rumbling engine as the ambulance pulled up- Cain went outside to talk to them leaving Scott with Angel... Cain: Scott- whatever you do... Don't let her go to sleep... Alright? Scott nodded to his father as he left the room, Cain went out to talk to the ambulance officers to try and explain the situation- Scott looked at Angel, who weakly smiled at him, everything would be fine for a few moments, wouldn't they? He wouldn't be gone long... Scott went outside to join his father. Outside the house- Cain towered over 2 officers, all heavily in discussion- Cain turned around finding Scott coming up behind him Cain: I told you to stay with her Scott: She said before she’s fine though... Cain: And you believed her??? Cain raced inside, back to the lounge room- Angel was slumped on the floor- eyes closed, a small pool of blood formed around her mouth. Cain tried to shake her awake to no avail- the ambulance officers raced in and took over the situation... Scott stood in the doorway to the lounge room; he’d only been gone maybe a minute... The scene fades to black... |
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