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Post by Admin on Jan 6, 2020 9:27:31 GMT -6
Open Challenge Match Reaper vs ?? Roleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, January 18, 2020 @ 1AM Central *First character to post a roleplay in this thread, other than Reaper, will be the one to answer the challenge on ThrowDown
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 19:15:00 GMT -6
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a pathetic little excuse of a girl and her name was Sylvia Lopez. Little Sylvia lived with her evil heavily religious Scottish mother and her spineless Mexican father who was chief of police for the New York Police Department. One day, when Sylvia came home late from school, her mother was very angry with her.
“You’re late again, you stupid little girl?!”
She yelled as Sylvia stood there in silence, her head lowered. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in the Lopez household. See, Sylvia was smart and didn’t believe in God, she realized very early on that religion was created by the society we live in to keep everyone under their control, and this didn’t sit well with her mother.
She would force Sylvia to read the Bible from cover to cover every night, and if she wasn’t satisfied with how much she had read, she would refuse to give Sylvia any dinner. And because of this, Sylvia never had time to do her homework and in turn, she would constantly find herself kept back after school as punishment.
You would think that with Sylvia’s father being an officer of the law that he would do something about the blatant abuse and neglect that his daughter got from her mother, but he was a coward in the presence of his wife. She was in charge, she ran the household and whatever she said was the law, which is ironic given the job her father had.
“You’re late for dinner! You’re always late for dinner! Go to your room! I’m giving your dinner to the dog!”
Sylvia never had a dog, yet she was too weak and pathetic to stand up for herself and fight back against her mother, so she simply just nodded and made her way up to her room.
Normally, a young girl’s room, you would expect to see it filled with soft toys, games and bright colors, but not Sylvia’s. The walls were a plain and boring shade of white and there was nothing noteworthy decor wise except for her plain bed, a boring white desk with a matching chair and the only two things on the desk was a Bible and a small headlamp.
Of course, she also had a plain white wardrobe where all of her plain boring clothes were kept and as soon as she got into her room, she immediately went to her wardrobe and opened the doors. Getting down onto her knees, she removes a back panel at the bottom of it and reaches in before pulling out a doll.
“Hello, Dolores.”
Sylvia said to the doll, as she stared into its large black and purple eyes before making her way over to her bed and hugged it tightly to her chest.
“You are the only person that loves me.”
Sylvia had found Dolores a few days ago when she was walking home from school as she passed the old abandoned house on the way. She glanced over at it and thought she noticed a pair of eyes staring at her and like with most young children, curiosity got the better of her and she went to investigate.
Sure enough, when she got closer, she noticed a scruffy looking doll with a pale white complexion, jet black hair and black lips wearing a black and purple dress with a black veil and black shoes.
“Hello little one.”
Sylvia picked up the doll and brushed the dust off of it and spent a few moments checking it for any damage and to her surprise, it was completely intact.
“Would you like to come and live with me? My name is Sylvia. What’s your name?”
She briefly turns her head so her ear is facing the doll before then turning back to face it.
“Dolores? That’s a pretty name.”
And that was how Sylvia met Dolores, and since then, Sylvia has kept her hidden inside her wardrobe because if her mother ever found the doll, she would get very angry and would likely throw it away. Sylvia didn’t like having to hide Dolores, but she cared deeply for her and loved her, so she needed to make sure that Dolores was safe.
This was the first time in Sylvia’s life where she actually had someone who cared about her and loved her. Her parents clearly did not care about her and they certainly didn’t love her, and so for the first time in her life, Sylvia felt complete. She and Dolores were going to be together forever and ever, and nothing or no-one was going to take that away from them.ṮhḭṠ ẇḀṠ Ṯhḕ ṁoṁḕṆṮ ḭṮ ḀḶḶ ṠṮḀṙṮḕḊ…
ṮhḭṠ ẇḀṠ ẇhḕṆ Ḭ ṠṮḀṙṮḕḊ Ṯo ṮḀḲḕ ḉoṆṮṙoḶ…
Ḭ Ḁ Ṁ Ḋ O Ḷ O Ṙ Ḕ ṠThe scene opens to a room, darkness engulfing the entirety of it like the thick velvet curtains of a theatre. The only thing that can be seen at first, right at the back of the room is the flickering amber sight of a lit candle, resting atop an old wooden oak table. This place, despite its eeriness and almost disturbing silence is a sanctuary to one of Mile High’s newest acquisitions, the unusual and mysterious Dolores. She comes here to lock herself away from the lies, the hurt, the pain and suffering that exists in the outside fake world that she lives in.
The black silhouette of the woman herself comes into view and the camera follows her as she slowly makes her way towards the table. Sitting down in the rickety wooden rocking chair in front of the table, she places Dolores the doll on the table and then removes the mask covering her face and placing that on the table as well, all while keeping her back to the camera so we do not see her face.“We are not so different, you and I…” Opening up one of the drawers of the desk, Dolores removes a doll along with some materials that the camera is unable to get a good look at as she begins to go to work. “To this world… we are both monsters… we are both freaks. Unloved and unwanted by many…” The camera quality becomes a little static for a brief moment as Dolores turns her attention towards the doll and she nods. “No… I have not forgotten about our little play thing, Mrs Vebbins, I assure you…” Dolores then goes back to working on whatever it is she is doing. “You have made quite a name for yourself here, have you not? Dolores is most certainly impressed. But of course… it does not matter how big you may be… it does not matter how scary you may be… you are still human.” She chuckles softly as the camera is affected yet again by some static, this time a little stronger than before. “You see… despite the fact that we are quite similar in ways… the difference between you and I is that unlike yourself… I do not show anyone any kind of remorse. Yes, you have shown no remorse towards the slew of victims you have left in your wake… however you have shown remorse when it comes to Mr. Index and Mr. Vance…” Turning towards the doll again, Dolores nods. “Precisely… you show remorse because you are human… and because you are human… that makes you weak. This world that we live in… it is full of liars… hypocrites… and fakes. Do you truly believe that Mr. Index and Mr. Vance have your best interests at heart? Of course you do… again… because you are weak.” She shakes her head and goes back to work. “You are blinded by the lies that this society feeds to you… and the two men you associate yourself with are a part of that society. Everyone… is a part of this society. The same society that created religion… to control the ones who believe in these fake Gods. And yes, there are those who do not succumb to the lies of religion… but they are still being controlled through other means.” For a third time, the camera turns static, and again, this time it’s stronger than the last time, as though something supernatural is trying to take it over as Dolores nods. “Yes, of course… how can I forget about his destiny… it is what you are waiting for, are you not? A mysterious unknown debt that you owe. The thing about destiny though is… it’s not guaranteed. The only two things that are guaranteed in this world is life… and death. You cannot control your own destiny… no matter how hard you try… and that? That is the truth…” Sitting back in the rocking chair, seemingly finished on the project she was working on, Dolores rocks back and forth, the chair groaning with a painful sounding creak with each rock. “So Mr. Mack decided to create a special open challenge match for Episode 29 of ThrowDown… and that is the reason why Dolores has been addressing you here this evening… and Dolores shall be there on January 19th…” Leaning forward, she picks her mask up and places it over her face and slowly stands before also picking up the doll she was working on. “Because Dolores accepts that open challenge… Dolores will go one on one with…” Suddenly the room is filled with a blinding light and when the camera is able to refocus, the room is in full view, displaying hundreds of blank dolls on shelves and now Dolores is facing the camera holding a doll in her hands that has a striking resemblance to… “REAPER!” And just as quickly as the room lit up, it plunges back into darkness and Dolores lets out a maniacal shriek of laughter before the camera goes completely static leaving a single message that is just barely visible. Ḭ Ḁ Ṁ Ḭ Ṇ Ḉ O Ṇ Ṯ Ṙ O Ḷ Ṇ O Ẇ
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2020 0:43:16 GMT -6
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