Roleplay Limit: ONE Roleplay 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
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.
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 Ṡ
The 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…
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.
Right from the get, several things are notable about the recording being made: firstly that the device of choice (or lack thereof) is a cell phone. It may very well be a top of the line piece, such as a Galaxy S10, but it is a phone nonetheless… a step down for someone who takes pride in his addresses such as Aloysius Marcus Vance IV. Secondly, things are… a bit harried. From the moment the scene begins, the person holding the device is taking in AMV himself, driving at this very moment. And he is doing so in a way that should earn several moving violations.
”You’ve got that thing on now?! I thought you were keeping an eye out for Reaper!”
”It almost sounds like you don’t trust me, Mr. Vance!”
The female voice belongs to the masked woman seen from time to time with Reaper, though never on camera for the world to see. Just like now. She’s ensconced safely behind it. AMV, running a red light and damn near pulling a Brody as he whips through the intersection, is clearly stressed.
”This is no time to be telling the world what Reaper is about to do to that doll-loving freak, (garbled)!”
”Would you rather I do it myself?”
”You’re supposed to be watching out for (garbled)! If something happens-”
”What, exactly, do you think will happen?”
Sirens in the distance have Aloysius shaking his head, though at least he manages to keep his eyes on the road now rather than looking at the camera. On the other end of things, the young woman giggles almost happily. AMV shoots her a bewildered look.
”Maybe you’re used to this, but I am not! I’m a lawyer, not some rebel on two wheels with hot iron on my hip!”
”This isn’t funny, (garbled)!”
”Tell you what, pretty boy: you just focus on getting us where we need to be. If we’re late, you’ll have a lot more to worry about than a speeding ticket and a few dents. Trust me.”
”I still don’t know what the hurry is!”
”We’ll fill you in later. Right now, you need plausible deniability. Now let me do the talking to ol’ Dee-Dee, hm?”
Defeated, a sweating Vance throws up his hands… then quickly death-grips the wheel again as the woman turns the phone toward her own face. All we can make out are sharp eyes, dark hair spilling from beneath a hoodie and the mask covering the lower half of her face, the print resembling that of a silver dragon’s mouth. Her eyes narrow as she stares into the device with a grin clearly formed beneath the mask.
”So… Dolores, is it? Tell me: did the doll make you do this? Did her pretty, sing-songy, Conjuring-reject voice tell you that it was a good idea to go poking the monster? Are you just too thick to be scared? Better strap in, girlie, because I’m not smooth like Aloysius over here. I’m gonna shoot the shit straight, and the bottom line to it all is that you stepping up and getting your plastic face in front of the fans and locker room of Mile High Wrestling is going to directly result in you getting beaten down. You’re not Samara crawling out of the television or bloody Annabelle freaking out suburbanites. You’re a little girl with a toy, picking on the weak to build a name. I know what that’s like, see. That’s why I’m not worried about your challenge.
And neither is Papa Nightmare.”
Papa Nightmare… that’s definitely a new one. AMV, from out of sight, coughs as though something went down the wrong pipe.
”A bit too much information there, (garbled)!”
”Like these dimwits will figure out anything from a nickname. Now shut up and drive!”
Looking past the phone momentarily, the masked woman gets back on point, her eyes on the camera.
”You’re doing time elsewhere right now, Dee-Dee. Even have you a little bit of gold in your other stomping ground. Ain’t that cute? The problem, I think, is that that gold is making you bold. Maybe over in HYBRID you’re kicking ass and scaring children, but Mile High is a whole other matter. Picking on Azurine is like a rite of passage. Everyone has done it at one point or another. Yet she’s still going and most of the ones that came before you? Well… not many remember their names. You should have stuck to focusing on her. She’ll just defeat you and move on to celebrating some wacky holiday each and every day of the week.
Instead, you found a little early success, and like half the Shieldmaidens and that feminist with a mouth the size of a grapefruit, you think a couple slaps on the mat and some freaked fans mean that you’re ready to dance with the monster. The road to hell is paved with the blood and bones of the jackasses who thought they were tough enough to dance with the Reaper, Dee-Dee. And you’re just enough to add another mile for the next dumbass to walk on. Reaper is someone who has never been pinned or made to tap out in Mile High. He left the champion laying in a pool of their own blood, sent one of this company’s legends packing to a whole other career and scared so much piss out of Dana Ellis that she hasn’t been seen on camera in weeks. And she actually got a win over him, if you want to call it that.
So put down the pink hairbrush and mommy’s makeup and think for a moment, girlie… think hard. All your games and past anguish, all your trials and tribulations? They haven’t taught you shit. And, unfortunately for you, there’s no backing out. Even if Robert Mack WANTED to let you retreat from this battle, Reaper would still find you and fuck your face with his boot… just for the fuckin’ giggles!”
The car swerves suddenly, causing the view to go wonky briefly. The phone might even be dropped, but the woman catches it quickly, turning it first on AMV… then in the direction of a metallic, guttural roar.
”What the shit, Vance?!”
”Tell HIM that!”
At that moment, a full-on Milwaukee hog roars past the car, the rider’s coat flapping hard in the wind behind him. Sans helmet, the masked rider briefly turns toward the car, gives the faintest of nods, then roars off into the distance. Moments later, a couple squad cars roar past, sires blaring. The woman’s response is to giggle while Vance is having a wee freak-out!
”Go get ‘em, Papa Nightmare!”
”How is this a good thing?! He’ll have every county Mountie and local smokey on his ass in minutes!”
”Which means they WON’T be bothering with us! Now keep driving, Vance!”
After showing those watching the tableau playing out like late-night television right before her eyes, the masked woman returns the camera to pointing at herself. AMV, meanwhile, mutters to himself as he takes off again… still driving at a brisk pace but not quite as breakneck as before.
”All the pieces are starting to converge now. AMV has been talking about it since Reaper made his first appearance and, last time around, events took a big jump forward. In fact, I daresay that ThrowDown this time around is going to be VERY eventful. What does that have to do with you, Dolores? Not much other than the fact that Reaper won’t be in a mood to waste much time on you. The faster he can put your painted-up ass through the canvas and get back to the mission at hand, the better. But don’t let that have you expecting slack and sloppiness.
That’s the problem with your kind, though, isn’t it? You treat everything like some grand game, tossing giggly, snarky pictures up all over Twitter, spending ten minutes doing one tweet because you have to make every character look like chicken scratch because it’s super-mysterious and interesting… when you should spend half that time thinking first. Take a look at what Reaper has done since arriving in Mile High. Take a listen, too. What you see in the ring is the least of the violence and suffering he has unleashed, and the only reason the world hasn’t seen the other half is because it would be damn hard for him to tear his way through the Mile High roster on work release… if you catch my drift.”
For once, the young woman sounds serious. The focus tightens just a little.
”Are you getting it? For most of the locker room, including you, Dee-Dee? The dark antics and harsh actions end when the cameras turn off; you wash off the makeup, trundle back to the hotel and e-mail mommy and daddy about how hard your night was. You might take a few sloppy snaps for Instagram, too… maybe with some trinket a fan gave you or some stray animal that rubbed up against your leg while you were waiting for a cab after the show. Five bucks will get you ten that most of the so-called badasses in Mile High and everywhere else are nothing off-camera like they are when the lights are bright. They’re not monsters, kings, warriors, heroes or villains. They’re just people. Human. Fragile and soft.
And so are you.
Is there truth to the crazy that they unleash when the show’s running in the red? Probably. I’m sure you got some baggage, too, that off-handedly inspires you to be a complete twat who’s been locked out of her dollhouse. When it comes to Papa Nightmare, though? What you see in the ring is what he’s like every second of every minute of every hour. There is no off-switch and there is no heart beneath the metal and muscle. The world made him that way, which is why the world must burn. And so it shall until the people who set him on this warpath are destroyed. It’s a list that includes a few people in Mile High, in fact. Be thankful you’re not on that list, Dee-Dee. Then feel stupid that you fucking poked him anyway!”
The car presently pulls up to a dive of a bar down a side street in the unnamed city’s outskirts. From the sound of things, things are pretty hairy inside… drunken brawling, most likely. Even through the grimy windows it is apparent that chaos is abound. At this point, AMV looks over at the woman in the passenger seat.
”Are you sure about this?”
”A message needs to be sent. Just keep the engine running-”
From there, AMV turns on the scanner and we hear something about a “hellraiser on a Harley tearing ass through town with most of the cops in the precinct on his tail”. AMV lowers his head, shaking it.
”I can only do so much, (garbled). If they catch him-”
With that, the woman exits the car, taking a few dingy bottles with the labels scratched out. Rags are stuffed into the necks of them, making it quite clear what’s going on. But the masked woman turns to the camera once more.
”Tell you what, Dee-Dee: you keep on tweeting about what you think is going to happen at ThrowDown, then Papa Nightmare will show up and prove every jagged word wrong. What do you say? Because let’s be real: when the biggest badass, so-called, in a place, fears someone… even the craziest of the crazy have to lend that happenstance some serious credence. Skrabz runs scared from Reaper, and so does damn near everyone else, from the Maidens to the Coven to every no-name jackass and silicone-enhanced jabroni vying for TV time and some scraps of glory.
Crazy isn’t an excuse for being stupid. Why? Because crazy knows it’s crazy. You knew what you were doing from the moment you stepped in front of a camera. You just didn’t care. In a few nights, though? You will. Even if they have to stuff you full of pills so you can remember what the fuck happened. See you soon, Dee-Dee!”
She pulls a Zippo from her pocket as the phone is lowered, the video cut to static...
Admin: Note that the deadlines have changed. I made the change for the convenience of the other judges.
May 17, 2021 15:21:30 GMT -6
Admin: Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July weekend/week/day! 💪💯💯
Jul 4, 2021 14:22:58 GMT -6
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: ...on the following AMMO. This AMMO will just have the new match writing idea.
Sept 18, 2021 8:36:32 GMT -6
cmosh: I want to apologize to everyone for not doing a rp this week. Just been a tough week at work and other things got in the way as well, again I'm really sorry for not rping this week
Sept 18, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6