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Post by Admin on Dec 15, 2019 10:35:55 GMT -6
 Reaper vs "Psycho" Saoirse MaguireRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, January 4, 2020 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Psycho on Jan 3, 2020 21:06:49 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Common Room
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:04 PM CST
New Year’s Eve!
The Shieldmaidens usually had a big party for the occasion and this was no exception. As usual, the bar in the common room had been stocked with all kinds of alcohol from beer to six different kinds of whiskey, vodka, tequila and everything else they could all collectively think of to send their five prospects out to get.
It would have been six, but the sixth prospect, Eavan “Krigare” Zdunich, was off at a wrestling booking and thus was unavailable for the festivities. That had not stopped full patches “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon, Katrina “Hairicin” Knox and Road Captain Becca “Bruiser” Maguire from enjoying every second of making the prospects nervous and busy.
It was all part of the game…
And quite fun!
As the five of them sit in a group of chairs grinning back at the bar, bottles of Murphy’s Irish Red I the hands of Psycho, Banshee, Hairicin and Fetch while Bruiser holds one that rather uncharacteristically only holds coca-cola, psycho turns back and ndos to ehr wife.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Bae ye sure ye’ll nay bae havin’ anyt’night, Bex?
Banshee shakes her head at her sister.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Ye dinna have tae push her, Sorsh!
Psycho shrugs at her younger sister.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m nay pushin’ anyone, Aoife, I jess bae askin’ a question is all.
Bruiser smiles at both sisters.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: It’s alright, Eef. I’m fine and no, I’m not gonna have any tonight. I think me and drinkin’ just don’t be mixin’ right now and I think I should probably try and keep it that way.
Hairicin pounds her fist on her armrest, almost cheering her support and solidarity.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Here fuckin’ here!
Banshee smirks playfully at her girlfriend.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Bae tha a hint then?
Hairicin shrugs.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: For us?
She glances at the bottle in each of their hands.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Fuck, no!
The five women start laughing as Banshee nods and takes a pull off her bottle.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye tha bae a grand ting then…
Bruiser grins as she nods to the bar.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I figure it’ll make things easier on the prospects too. They’re fuckin’ runnin’ tonight with all the alcohol that’ll be flyin’ aroudn the fuckin’ room for New Year’s!
Fetch raises her bottle.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Fuck tha shite, I’m gonna do me bess tae make them run harder! Tibs bae watchin’ th’ children in th’ next room so…
She nods, almost waving her bottle and the others all nod in appreciation. Bruiser even lifts up her bottle of coca-cola in solidarity.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Hey, we can still make ‘em fuckin’ run even if we’re not gettin’ absolutely plastered!
Psycho and Fetch both just stare at Bruiser as if the New York-born woman has suddenly sprouted an extra three heads.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ where bae th’ fun in tha?
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Sounds like a bunch of gammy shite tae me! Half th’ fun bae makin’ them have tae claen up after!
Hairicin grins in response.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: And you can’t make a mess worth forcing the prospects to clean up without getting drunk in the process?
Fetch snickers.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: O’course I kin do tha, I have kids!
Psycho just shakes her head at the idea as the others all laugh in unison.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oi, where Zombie bae at? Ye’d tink she’d bae all up in this wit th’ layoff an’ all!
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: I think she’s in the next room watching Lexa play her drums. They were talking earlier about Lexa’s sister and some friend of theirs coming down and playing some so i think they’re all in there with the door closed.
Psycho stomps her foot.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Begorra! We should have them come in haer an’ play it loud! Ring in the fuckin’ yaer properly!
Banshee and Bruiser raise their bottles again, nodding happily.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fuckin’ right!
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, if tha nay bae th’ truth o’ it!
As the others are about to agree on the subject, fellow Shieldmaiden Jackie “Bandit” Layton comes walking out of the church room with the blue-haired Nikki Peltier right behind her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m not usually one to break up a party before it really gets fuckin’ wild but we have a plane to catch.
She nods to all five sitting there.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And we need to find Khary and 3-D.
Psycho, Banshee, Bruiser, Hairicin and Fetch all frown in confusion but before any can ask the question ringing through all of their heads simultaneously, Nikki offers an explanation.
Nikki Peltier: Ash called, we need to go pick them up.
All five quickly nod, set their respective bottles down and stand up.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Airport?
Bandit and Nikki nod.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m flying us there.
Fetch nods and quickly fires off a text on her phone. Within seconds it pings back.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: They bae in th’ garage, they’ll maet us downstairs.
Bandit nods and all seven woman head for the exit, meeting Nikki’s girlfriend, Cindy “Epsilon” Tanner at the top of the stairs. Epsilon falls in and the group, now eight strong, makes their way outside to the fleet of waiting vehicles.
Off-Camera
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Jackie Layton’s Plane
Del Norte County Regional Airport
Del Norte County, California
11:54 PM PST
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, Katrina “Hairicin” Knox and Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon all stand up and get ready to disembark. Fetch’s husband, Chrome Dragons Sgt-At-Arms Khary “Spectre” Kenyon, walks up to them along with his fellow Chrome Dragons, Todd “Dammit” Warren, Davis “Doomsday” Delacio, and Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson, falling into place behind him. Cindy “Epsilon” Tanner and Nikki Peltier follow the plane’s owner, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, to the door and the others follow them out to the tarmac.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Begorra, this bae a small one then!
Epsilon can’t help but laugh as she takes in the scene.
Cindy "Epsilon" Tanner: Think you brought enough muscle for this?
She nods to the four large men and Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Thought ye bae plaesed wit us brin’in’ tha kind o’ firepower on an op like this.
Psycho smirks as she turns to face Epsilon.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Baesides, it bae a family ting wit this lot.
Epsilon nods back, smirking in kind.
Cindy "Epsilon" Tanner: Definitely not a problem on this, even if it is a simple extraction and retrieval.
Nikki steps over, nodding her agreement with the pair’s assessment of the situation.
Nikki Peltier: Now everybody be ready for Shay Shay to do a double take and for Lena to be possibly still be hostile. They’ve never seen Candy before in person, though I think Ash tried to have them prepared, or at least warned.
Psycho frowns.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Why would she bae naedin’ tae bae warned?
Before anyone can answer, they all turn to see Banshee and hairicin slipping off to the side of the plane, Hairicin leading Banshee by the hand as if her hair is on fire and they need to find emergency retardant before she sets the entire place alight.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Where they bae gettin’ tae now?
Bruiser grins as she glances at her watch.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Maybe they’re wantin’ to have a quickie to rin’ in the new year?
Bandit snickers as do Nikki, Epsilon, Fetch, and the four men.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Well, a basically abandoned airport strip would be a helluva place to that, right?
Everyone nods.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: And yeah, Ash has shown pics to them so they know all about Cindy here.
Just then, a dog barking breaks the silence. The group turns to see a black and white border collie running to them. The dog jumps up onto Khary and starts licking his face.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Well, hello to you too, Wolfie. How you doin’, Boy?
As everyone stares at the dog, a black-haired, heavily tattooed woman comes around a corner.
Woman: I fuckin’ swear… where did he fuckin’ get to?
Psycho grins.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He bae over haer, Ash!
The woman, Khary’s younger sister, Ashley Kenyon, looks over and nods in relief.
Ashley Kenyon: Can you guys get him on the place, please? I’ve got Sif in a carrier but he needed to do some business and got away from the kids when he heard voices back here.
Khary nods as Nikki grabs his leash.
Nikki Peltier: Come on, Wolfie, let’s go inside.
Wolfie drops down and dutifully follows Nikki onto the plane. Dammit, Doomsday and Devastator follow Khary off in the direction Ashley was and disappear around the corner after her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae ready fer this then?
Epsilon nods, turning to head inside the plane after Nikki and Wolfie.
A few minutes later, the Dragons return, Khary carrying Ashley’s crying girlfriend, Maiko Adaachi, careful of her broken knee/leg, Dammit running ahead to make sure her landing spot on the plane is ready. Ashley follows with her cat carrier, a calico cat inside glaring out at everyone in sight.
Ashley Kenyon: It’s alright, Twoey, it’s gonna be alright.
Psycho nods and hugs Ashley as Khary carries Maiko onto the plane.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It bae good tae bae saein’ ye, Ash.
Ash nods as Fetch walks over to hug her sister-in-law as well. The two share a knowing look before Ashley follows her brother onto the plane.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Where have Aoife an’ Haiticin gotten tae?
Before an answer comes, two four-year-olds come running up to them. The boy jumps into Psycho’s arms, the girl latching on to Fetch. Bruiser smiles at the sight of the two aunts embracing the children of their late siblings, little Seán and Siobhan Maguire. Trailing behind the two are the last two passengers, Khary and Ashley’s younger cousin, Shay Kenyon, her wife Lena Theras and the two fourteen-month-old twins in their arms, daughters Jami Hope and Destiny Joy Kenyon. Bandit nods to the two and leads them onto the plane as well.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Where the f…
Catching herself before she says what she was thinking, Bruiser stops short of the word in front of the children. Both Psycho and Fetch smile as they nod appreciatively to her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha bae a good’n, Aunty Becca!
Bruiser blushes just as Doomsday and Devastator return with the group’s luggage, carrying right on passed everyone onto the plane. Bruiser looks around.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: is that everyone?
Psycho nods off to the left.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, all but th’ two lovebirds…
Fetch shakes her head, chuckling as she turns to start inside. Just then, Banshee and Hairicin return from their moment alone.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ where bae ye baen then?
Banshee and Hairicin blush bashfully.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: She jess wanted me tae sae sumtin’ is all.
Hairicin nods as she pulls up Banshee’s hand to show the new ring on her finger. Psycho shakes her head nodding inside.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye? In wit ye then!
Fetch and Bruiser both nod their agreement and the five head in to fly back home.
On-Camera
Friday, January 3, 2020
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
6:09 PM CST
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing against a wall wearing a pair of black jeans, and a Suicidal Tendencies “The Art Of Rebellion” t-shirt, her Shieldmaidens kutte over the top of the shirt.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Raeper…
She pauses, sighing loudly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Normally, I bae talkin’ tae ye, Lad, but ye nay bae th’ one whot does th’ talkin’ fer ye, bae ye?
Shaking her head, Psycho leans back against the all and looks up at the banner hanging above her with the Shieldmaidens lettering on it.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae a big lad an’ I kinna figure out why ye bae naedin tha gammy bastard tae do yer talkin’ fer ye when ye saem tae do plenty wit jess yer fuckin’ fists. Ye dinna saem tae bae th’ kind tha naeds ennyone tae talk fer ye, ye jess bae showin’ up an’ throwin’ whoever bae in yer way out o’ th’ way whether they bae wantin’ ye tae do so or not!
She looks away in confusion and concern.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Sumtin about ye always saems familiar an’ yet, I kinna place whot it bae about ye tha raeminds me o’ sumtin…
Pausing for a second, she waves vaguely at her face, miming the covering Reaper tends to wear at all times.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Th’ mask always makes me tink ye bae havin’ sumtin tae hide but tha shouldna matter tae me baecause who cares if ye bae havin ennithin tae hide once th’ bell rings...
Again, she shakes her head in confusion.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Jess sumtin...
Frowning still harder, psycho finally waves her hand to dismiss the thought from her mind.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae baeside th’ point though since I will now bae forced tae listen to Mister AMV baecause…
She looks back into the camera, nodding with visible annoyance.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Talkin’ bae whot he does, yeah?
She shakes her head disgustedly
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Fuckin’ gammy gowl whot praetends tae bae friendly when he jess bae lookin’ fer his next fuckin’ victim! Th’ fuckin’ bastard makes it sound like Tyke Index bae his friend when Tyke isnay ennyone’s friend! Tyke Index doesnay baelieve in ennyone or ennithin at all tha he kinna drink or snort! An ye…
She points accusingly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye have th’ gall tae call tha a friend and tae stand next tee him when he should bae gettin’ whot bae comin’ tae him?
Her hand rises to slow herself down.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Some would call tha a noble ting tae do, tae stand by someone ye call a friend, but tha would maen ye had tae bae a trustworthy person yerself an’ we know tha bae a lot of shite jess from th’ start!
The hand suddenly points in an angry accusatory manner into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye are a loudmouth braggart tha isnay aeven braggin’ on his own accomplishments! Ye bae ridin’ Raeper’s coattails an’ tha bae raeson enough tae want tae tell ye tae sit th’ fuck down and shut th’ fuck up! There isnay ennyone tha bae wantin’ tae haer ye flap yer gums an’ run yer boot licker tellin’ us all tings we already bae knowin’ about Raeper an’ how much of a bad man and how much arse he kicks!
Both hands rise to point to her eyes as the fire rages inside them.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We have eyes, sir, we can sae whot Raeper does wit them ourselves, we dinna naed ye tae draw extra attention tae it! It was self-evident and th’ way I bae saein’ tings in this match, it bae my job tae come tae tha ring and say, “Haer, let me shut tha fer ye!”
She points to herself forcefully
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I know Raeper isnay gonna bae makin’ that aesy, it wouldna bae worth doin’ if he was gonna do tha! Nuttin’ aesy is ever worth doin’ an’ I will bae showin’ ye tha aeven th’ bad motherfucker tha is Raeper is nay gettin’ back up if I kick his fuckin’ head off!
Slapping her kicking leg, Psycho nods harshly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Gabriel Ohio proved I kin kick tha high an I’m tellin’ ye right now, counselor, if ye bae gettin’ too close tae me, I’m considerin’ tha assault an’ partin’ yer fuckin’ hair wit me boot! I’ll bae kickin’ ye so hard they bae wirin’ yer jaw shut tae let it hael an’ I’ll have done th’ world th’ service o’ makin’ ye fuckin’ shut th’ fuck up!
She pauses and smirks cruelly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: ye kin bae callin’ me crazy fer tinkin’ I have a prayer, I know ye will bae…
Shrugging, Psycho turns and throws a Gealtachta kick towards the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But ye kinna bae stoppin’ me from takin’ th’ shot!
The camera snaps to black.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Raep whot ye be sewin’!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2020 0:28:45 GMT -6
”I’m almost disappointed. No smart cracks, no threats… not like the last one. Guess it’s true what they say...”
A familiar-looking masked woman, slender of build, swathed in leather and black denim, leans forward toward a young man who stands before her, strung up by heavy chains and blindfolded, sweat soaking through the covering and dripping down his face. At least we THINK it’s sweat.
”...the right amount of pressure in the right spot and anyone will crack. What do you think?”
”Wh-what?”
”Not you, idiot.”
No, her question, rhetorical or otherwise, was directed toward the massive masked man standing nearby. Reaper, a notched and battered baseball bat wrapped in chains propped up on his shoulder, comes forward a bit. The victim, such as they are, can hear his steps and they visibly flinch, which makes the woman in the mask giggle. Reaper walks up to her side and puts the tip of the bat under the young man’s chin, tilting his head back a bit. Beneath her mask, the female lifts a brow.
”Oh? You still want to leave him something to remember us by? I don’t mind. I doubt my brother would mind, either. He would probably welcome it.”
”Puh-please…!”
”Whimpering is only gonna make the big man hard, so if I were you I’d stuff it. Cause I won’t stop him if he goes Bear Jew on your worthless ass. Speak when spoken to. Otherwise… nothing. Savvy?”
Hitched breaths and silence are the response… aside from a faint bit of chattering teeth, causing the woman to shake her head.
”So… what were those names again? Actually...
She gets up close and personal to the chained young man, leaning in closely.
”Just whisper them. In case we have unwelcome souls listening in, hmm?”
Shooting a look toward Reaper, who nods once, the masked woman turns back to the captive. They whisper hurriedly as the woman nods and nods. Several moments later, she steps back, taking a pen and paper from her pocket and scribbling them down. Done with this, she turns fully to Reaper.
”We’ll see what your associate can do with this. Should I forward it to some other interested parties on their swearing to not move without your word?”
Again Reaper nods, swinging the bat fiercely at a nearby support pillar, the loud clash of metal and wood upon stone making the captive jump and squeak in surprise. Reaper’s shoulders shake for a moment as though he is… laughing. Pocketing the paper, the masked woman pats Reaper’s shoulder and speaks in a gentler tone.
”I’ll tend to the rest, as per usual. Call me later, okay?”
Turning on his heel, Reaper hands off the chain bat to the woman and leaves. The scene cuts to static, then reforms...
Moments later, AMV is berating the apologetic cameraman. A few minutes after that, the doors open and in steps Reaper himself. The cameraman swallows a huge lump in his throat as AMV looks up, likewise concerned. He pauses before he speaks.
”I just got a call. Did you-”
Reaper nods slowly. After a few tense, quiet moments, he gestures to the safe on the other side of the room. AMV, curious, turns that way… then back to Reaper. A dawning expression appears on his face.
”The keys? But I thought-”
Stopping himself, AMV straightens up and nods.
”Sorry. It isn’t my place to question you when it comes to that. Do you need a ride?”
Reaper shakes his head.
”Do we have time to finish addressing Saoirse?”
Turning his masked visage in the direction of the camera, then looking around at the room for a moment, Reaper quietly points down toward the floor. Vance, understanding, turns to the cameraman.
”All right, sport. We’re taking this down to the lobby. Reaper will see you down while I collect what he needs. Try not to fuck up. Again.”
Reaper’s attention snaps to the cameraman, who almost falls on his face trying to move back from the New Nightmare. Catching him by the arm, and sparing thousands of dollars of damage to the camera in the process, Reaper rights the young man, pointing firmly in the direction of the elevator. The cameraman needs no further impetus.
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