my awf rp. it's short and different to my usual stuff
Jun 15, 2013 9:09:57 GMT -5
Post by The Rogue on Jun 15, 2013 9:09:57 GMT -5
This is my quest.
The train had been delayed by 35 minutes. The English weather was as unpredictable as ever, so Jake Patrick was soaked through. Despite knowing what he was to expect, Jake had not dressed for the occasion. Wearing a tailored Italian suit set him apart from the majority of the working class people found at Ashford International Station. He liked that; even if it meant getting a bit wet. Or very wet, as was the case. Still, he clung onto his leather strapped suitcase tightly and thought to himself that when he arrived it would be worth it. There was room to have it sat on the seat next to him. He didn’t trust those around him enough to allow them to put it in the luggage compartment above him. No. This was safer. This made him feel more secure. The next two hours would hopefully go by quickly, as he listened through the various ska bands on his IPod. Less Than Jake’s fast paced covers from the album “Greased” was enough to put a tired smile on his face. Soon enough he would be in Paris, ready to explore the best features of the most romantic city in the world. First, he planned to go on Space Mountain: Mission 2 as it was an upgrade from the Anaheim version… Jake fell asleep to happy thoughts of Mickey Mouse, while a loud angry cover of “Beauty School Drop Out” carried him to a world of slumber.
They don’t know. They don’t understand what you have been through. And if they did; they wouldn’t care. Why should they? Everyone is out for themselves in this cruel world. We shouldn’t be any different. Dig deep beneath the crusted remnants of what was your heart and you will see. The depths of hell itself fester there. You can hold on to whatever echo of your childhood that you can but when the time comes you will see what you are. Nothing. Subhuman. Though it pains us to say it, in time we will relish in it, Jake. It will be this feature that allows us to do things that others won’t. We are capable of terrible, diabolical things. Soon you will see. Soon you will step beyond loathing yourself and you will love us. You will understand why it was you were put here. Why she did those things to us. Why he let her. We miss her, Jake. But after what we did, do you think she can come back?
Jake was shaken awake by one of the other passengers. Through sleepy eyes, he brushed her off. “laissez-moi tranquille.” He said, causing her to briskly turn away. A quick look to his left allowed him to find that his suitcase was still firm in his grasp. No one would get away with stealing his things. He tentatively stood rose from his sleep, allowing his legs time to wake up after the two hour journey from Ashford to Paris. He patiently waited for the majority of the passengers to exit the train, before Jake stepped out onto the platform of Paris Gare du Nord. Finally, he had arrived. Disney Land Paris was his to explore.
The dream lasted precisely ten more minutes. No money, no tickets. Jake was flabbergasted. How was he meant to know any better? He was new to this world of independence. This was his 4th of July. And now he found it taken from him. Lucky enough they let him board the train back early, feeling sorry for him. “merci beaucoup.” Jake had said. Now he would head back to Ashford without having experienced Space Mountain. It was the worst day ever.
A little set back, but we won’t fret. Soon we’ll be back on home ground, away from smelly Europe. The people here disgust us. We have a flight to New York, JFK, not the fake New York one. And then on to Buffalo to do that wrestling thing we were told to do. But no one is telling us anymore, Jake. Now we are in control. She can’t hurt us now. He isn’t here to let us get hurt. Jake, what did you do to her? I miss her. No, we miss her. What did you do?
“Buffalo. The place where wings were invented. Home of the Bills, Sabres and Bisons. What a thrill it is to be here. Not for the sports teams. Not for the Peace bridge. I’m not here to learn so I don’t care much for the University.” Jake whispers, eyeing up the camera with wide eyes, as he holds it in his face. Behind him we can see Lake Eerie, of a small section of it as his head takes up the majority of the screen. The sun glimmers off of the water top with a slight hint of orange. “No. I am here because I am now an Adrenaline junky. I am here for Turmoil. Buffalo, New York; this is where my quest begins.”
Jake’s young face is unreadable. His wide eyes are filled with emptiness. No emotion or anything. As he pauses, he appears to hold his breath for a moment. We are left with an uncomfortable silence, but it seems to consume our attention. Every small twitch, every blink, and every time his hair moves in the wind; we are entranced. The silence pulls us in. Jake’s expressions begin to show signs that he is satisfied. He then speaks. “I have been told to Step Up. I don’t particularly follow this command. But I do know I have to wrestle. I have to go into an AWF ring and cause Turmoil. Define the very essence of such a name. It needs to make sense. It needs to be vicious. My opponent, Milanor Garnet will understand turmoil. I will bite and scratch and do anything I can to make him see the very depths of darkness that one sees when they face the fact that all hope is gone. I apologise for my lack of motive. I have none. I came here for a reason. I don’t know what. In time, he will tell me. But I shall follow the signs. I will look to the banner and see turmoil and then I will express it. You will bear witness to turmoil incarnate. That isn’t a threat. I won’t say I am going to do anything but cause a spectacle. The people that witness this first hand won’t enjoy what they see. They will be caught in my web and they won’t be let go until I have finished what I started. This is my quest; or the start of it anyway. So sleep well, my children. For After Monday night the turmoil you all see when you close your eyes… It will cause many a sleepless night. And my dreams will be all the more pleasant.”
They don’t understand you, Jake. Maybe they think you are the same as everyone else that has spoken to them. Maybe they don’t. She didn’t. She knew the truth. That was why she loved us, Jake. That was why she hurt us. He let her. He watched her hurt us. Now she is gone. Why, Jake?
The train had been delayed by 35 minutes. The English weather was as unpredictable as ever, so Jake Patrick was soaked through. Despite knowing what he was to expect, Jake had not dressed for the occasion. Wearing a tailored Italian suit set him apart from the majority of the working class people found at Ashford International Station. He liked that; even if it meant getting a bit wet. Or very wet, as was the case. Still, he clung onto his leather strapped suitcase tightly and thought to himself that when he arrived it would be worth it. There was room to have it sat on the seat next to him. He didn’t trust those around him enough to allow them to put it in the luggage compartment above him. No. This was safer. This made him feel more secure. The next two hours would hopefully go by quickly, as he listened through the various ska bands on his IPod. Less Than Jake’s fast paced covers from the album “Greased” was enough to put a tired smile on his face. Soon enough he would be in Paris, ready to explore the best features of the most romantic city in the world. First, he planned to go on Space Mountain: Mission 2 as it was an upgrade from the Anaheim version… Jake fell asleep to happy thoughts of Mickey Mouse, while a loud angry cover of “Beauty School Drop Out” carried him to a world of slumber.
They don’t know. They don’t understand what you have been through. And if they did; they wouldn’t care. Why should they? Everyone is out for themselves in this cruel world. We shouldn’t be any different. Dig deep beneath the crusted remnants of what was your heart and you will see. The depths of hell itself fester there. You can hold on to whatever echo of your childhood that you can but when the time comes you will see what you are. Nothing. Subhuman. Though it pains us to say it, in time we will relish in it, Jake. It will be this feature that allows us to do things that others won’t. We are capable of terrible, diabolical things. Soon you will see. Soon you will step beyond loathing yourself and you will love us. You will understand why it was you were put here. Why she did those things to us. Why he let her. We miss her, Jake. But after what we did, do you think she can come back?
Jake was shaken awake by one of the other passengers. Through sleepy eyes, he brushed her off. “laissez-moi tranquille.” He said, causing her to briskly turn away. A quick look to his left allowed him to find that his suitcase was still firm in his grasp. No one would get away with stealing his things. He tentatively stood rose from his sleep, allowing his legs time to wake up after the two hour journey from Ashford to Paris. He patiently waited for the majority of the passengers to exit the train, before Jake stepped out onto the platform of Paris Gare du Nord. Finally, he had arrived. Disney Land Paris was his to explore.
The dream lasted precisely ten more minutes. No money, no tickets. Jake was flabbergasted. How was he meant to know any better? He was new to this world of independence. This was his 4th of July. And now he found it taken from him. Lucky enough they let him board the train back early, feeling sorry for him. “merci beaucoup.” Jake had said. Now he would head back to Ashford without having experienced Space Mountain. It was the worst day ever.
A little set back, but we won’t fret. Soon we’ll be back on home ground, away from smelly Europe. The people here disgust us. We have a flight to New York, JFK, not the fake New York one. And then on to Buffalo to do that wrestling thing we were told to do. But no one is telling us anymore, Jake. Now we are in control. She can’t hurt us now. He isn’t here to let us get hurt. Jake, what did you do to her? I miss her. No, we miss her. What did you do?
“Buffalo. The place where wings were invented. Home of the Bills, Sabres and Bisons. What a thrill it is to be here. Not for the sports teams. Not for the Peace bridge. I’m not here to learn so I don’t care much for the University.” Jake whispers, eyeing up the camera with wide eyes, as he holds it in his face. Behind him we can see Lake Eerie, of a small section of it as his head takes up the majority of the screen. The sun glimmers off of the water top with a slight hint of orange. “No. I am here because I am now an Adrenaline junky. I am here for Turmoil. Buffalo, New York; this is where my quest begins.”
Jake’s young face is unreadable. His wide eyes are filled with emptiness. No emotion or anything. As he pauses, he appears to hold his breath for a moment. We are left with an uncomfortable silence, but it seems to consume our attention. Every small twitch, every blink, and every time his hair moves in the wind; we are entranced. The silence pulls us in. Jake’s expressions begin to show signs that he is satisfied. He then speaks. “I have been told to Step Up. I don’t particularly follow this command. But I do know I have to wrestle. I have to go into an AWF ring and cause Turmoil. Define the very essence of such a name. It needs to make sense. It needs to be vicious. My opponent, Milanor Garnet will understand turmoil. I will bite and scratch and do anything I can to make him see the very depths of darkness that one sees when they face the fact that all hope is gone. I apologise for my lack of motive. I have none. I came here for a reason. I don’t know what. In time, he will tell me. But I shall follow the signs. I will look to the banner and see turmoil and then I will express it. You will bear witness to turmoil incarnate. That isn’t a threat. I won’t say I am going to do anything but cause a spectacle. The people that witness this first hand won’t enjoy what they see. They will be caught in my web and they won’t be let go until I have finished what I started. This is my quest; or the start of it anyway. So sleep well, my children. For After Monday night the turmoil you all see when you close your eyes… It will cause many a sleepless night. And my dreams will be all the more pleasant.”
They don’t understand you, Jake. Maybe they think you are the same as everyone else that has spoken to them. Maybe they don’t. She didn’t. She knew the truth. That was why she loved us, Jake. That was why she hurt us. He let her. He watched her hurt us. Now she is gone. Why, Jake?
