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Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2018 4:07:24 GMT -6
Jackie "Bandit" Layton vs The Dustwalker: Caden Walker Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, July 18, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time
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Bandit
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Post by Bandit on Jul 17, 2018 22:15:55 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Searching about town and following up leads for business was not always the most fun job out there, especially not in a relatively strange new town like Denver. However, in this case, it was one of the easier aspects of her job. This was how the Shieldmaidens MC was helping pay their relatively new patch-in, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, for a little favor she was doing.
Technically, all she was doing was helping a friend, Alix Kerr, by investing in her business and leaving the young single mother an option to buy Bandit out should the opportunity arise and become financially viable for everyone involved. Today, Bandit was riding around and looking at three possible opportunities for advancement for Venom Ink. As she steps from her third appointment of the day, she dials a number and waits, the phone on speaker. The voice of the Shieldmaidens MC Vice President, and one of her girlfriends, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, meets her ears.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Bueno!
Bandit smiles.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Hey, Alé.
Bullet’s voice comes back, the sounds of a lot of people smacking things around behind her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How goes the hunt, Jack?
A screaming voice comes loudly over the speaker and Bandit just shakes her head as she stares at the phone.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Who’s in the ring there?
Bullet laughs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well, I was until a minute ago when Jade messaged me about an idea. That, though?
Bullet chuckles again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That was somebody who tried to tell Donnie a bear hug was not a practical finisher. Even Davis laughed, though, El Martillo did ask Donnie to put the pelota down. He didn’t think RJ and Widow would appreciate what usually comes next with incidents like that. I think he’s gonna pay the guy double for his trouble.
Bandit just shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sounds like you’ve had a fun day there.
Bullet sighs out loud, more playful than wistful.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You could say that. RJ was here some, I think we all needed something after what happened with Widow.
Bandit nods. That was not something she wanted to think about right now.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So what about you? How was your day?
Bandit can’t help but smile that Bullet noticed.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The first one, the one RJ gave me the lead on, diner called Friendly’s. It’s a dive and should be condemned. No way she should try and invest in that poor building. The foundation looked like it was starting to crumble from all the water damage. The roof is obviously leaking in several places. It’s a money pit of a building and should be avoided like it has several strains of the plague!
Bullet whistles in response.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tell us how you really feel, Jack!
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s the truth. The guy was your stereotypical sexist pig, was probably hoping RJ wouldn’t know what she was doing in terms of business.
Bullet can’t help but laugh at this idea.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah, cause RJ just screams out poor defenseless damsel…
Again, Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Guy was a lazy idiot and the building showed it. The second one, the one Widow sent me to. Old pool hall and bar called Ye Olde Tavern is not a bad one. It’s sad the old man who owns it is needing to sell it. I’d almost say we should jump on it as is and just keep it a bar and pool hall. The building looked like he’d babied it, it was in great shape. We’d want the Twins to go over his books and make sure he’s not hiding any debts but if the business is anything like the guy and the building, it’s a gold mine!
Bullet reacts to a sound behind her and then chuckles again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Really?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What was that?
Bullet snickers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pelota mouthed off at RJ. I think he’s still picking his balls up off the floor. Picked the wrong day to be a huevon to her.
Bandit smirks, knowing full well that her president was not somebody you wanted to get on the bad side of, especially not when she was already in a bad mood.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, the third one, I just left. Beauty salon called Coupes De Haute Couture wasn’t bad, though the name is terrible. Owner was trying to be like that…
She pauses and shakes her head,
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What was that one on TV called, Tabitha?
Bullet hisses.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Trying too hard?
Bandit nods knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Way too hard. If she’d stuck to just being a neighborhood salon, she’d have made out like…
Bullet laughs as she cuts her love off.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: A Bandit?
Shaking her head, Bandit covers her eyes with her left hand.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Walked into that one, didn’t I?
Bullet laughs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yeah, you want to tell RJ?
Before Bandit can answer, the last person in the world she wanted to see, comes walking around the corner of the building.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I can’t, gotta go.
She quickly hangs up as a man in a cheap suit and an even cheaper smile walks up, a small yellow legal pad in his hands.
Detective Marchand: Detective Marchand…
He nods, flashing his badge quickly, so much so that Bandit almost misses it. Detective Marchand: Jacqueline Michaela Layton… also known as Jackie… also known as Jack… also known as Bandit… D.O.B. January twenty-four, ninety-six…
Bandit just stands there, staring at him as he continues to read off his pad.
Detective Marchand: Place of birth… Inverness, Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada. Born to Shannon and Gilbert, brought to the U.S. in oh-four…
He pauses and nods emphatically.
Detective Marchand: Dual citizenship, well…
Bandit just stands there, staring at him as Marchand allows an almost playful, yet somehow, still sick, grin come across his face.
Detective Marchand: Didn’t we just hit the genetic lottery jackpot…
The pad disappears into his jacket as he smirks in her face.
Detective Marchand: So you get the wonders of being able to choose which one to live in, choose which set of laws to break, choose which prison system you want to spend time in and disgrace your family name with…
He looks her up and down as if she’s a piece of raw, prime beef hanging in a freezer and waiting to be plucked for something later.
Detective Marchand: I suppose you do have to keep up the family tradition, don’t you?
Bandit can’t help but frown in confusion and the grin on Marchand’s face somehow gets even sicker.
Detective Marchand: I mean, your mother is in rehab, like her mother before her. I believe her brother and sister have both visited those establishments as well. Given your father’s predilections and that his brother has also paid a center, it is only a matter of time…
He shrugs as if he’s really apologizing for bringing this up.
Detective Marchand: Hm, I wonder, have you told your sisters just how close to that line you are? Do they know you almost took their precious Vice President down with you? Have you told them how it runs in your family and that you are a time bomb waiting to explode on them?
He reaches into his pocket and produces a small bag of fine white powder.
Detective Marchand: What’s a little ski trip between friends, right?
Bandit stares at the bag in shock as marchand dangles it tauntingly in front of her.
Detective Marchand: You want some, don’t you?
Bandit tries with everything she has to look away but can’t bring herself to do it. Marchand nods and allows the baggie to swing a little before her.
Detective Marchand: I know you do but more importantly, you know you do…
Still holding it out, Marchand licks his lips as Bandit stares in wide-eyed wonder at the baggie swinging before her like a metronome keeping a rhythmic beat.
Detective Marchand: But do they?
A cruel chuckle escapes his lips.
Detective Marchand: Besides your beloved Miss Carbajal, that is…
The baggie quickly disappears back into his jacket.
Detective Marchand: We both know she kinda likes it too.
As Bandit stands there, thunderstruck, Marchand pats her on the shoulder.
Detective Marchand: Don’t worry, we both know I’ll see you soon when you inevitably join your family’s filth parade right into the waiting arms of the white coats just waiting to help you with their higher powers that are supposed to deliver you from your self-destructive ways.
He nods almost gentlemanly.
Detective Marchand: Good day, Miss Layton and…
He nods her up and down again.
Detective Marchand: Happy hunting…
He walks off almost laughing and Bandit squeezes her phone. She turns to watch him disappear around the corner from whence he came and then hurries over to her black Impala, quickly jumping behind the wheel. She dials the same number on her phone and waits.
AC:¡Bueno! [/font]
Bandit can’t help herself as she bursts into tears.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Tell… tell RJ… he…
Concern fills Bullet’s voice.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack, what happened?
Bandit tries force herself to talk but only manages to get out one word.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Marchand…
Bullet lets out a warcry that could wake the dead.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡HIIJUEPUTA!
Bullet’s phone audibly changes to speaker and the president’s voice adds to the chorus.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Jackie? What’s going on? Are you ok?
Bandit takes a deep breath to try and pull herself together. She leans back against the seat and closes her eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m… not hurt…
There’s a pause on the other end and then RJ’s voice comes back, calm, rational, almost maternal in tone.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: What happened?
Without opening her eyes, Bandit swallows and takes another deep breath.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I was outside the third building, on the phone with Alé when Marchand came around the corner, legal pad in hand. He started sizing me up and then started spouting out my vitals the way he did to Alé before.
He exhales and RJ’s voice answers with the same cool, calm, rational, maternal tone.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: What was said?
Bandit manages to open her eyes and glances around to make sure she’s not been surrounded in the interim.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: By me? Nothing…
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: And Marchand?
Bandit closes her eyes again, this time in overwhelming shame. The shame and guilt filters into her voice.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He just started talking about me and my family. Ran off the list of people who have all been to rehab, including my mother and then asked if you all knew that it was in my blood and I was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off the rails just like them.
She pauses, swallowing hard.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Taunted me about how I took Alé with me down the rabbit hole.
Opening her eyes, she looks up at the ceiling of her car.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Then he pulled out a baggie of coke and waved it in my face, trying to get me to take it. He said he knew I wanted some and what was a little ski trip between friends. When he put it away, he said he knew he’d be seeing me soon when they took me away to rehab. I just…
She trails off as the tears start afresh.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I didn’t do or say anything. I just stood there like an idiot…
RJ’s voice comes back, a sense of pride added in.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: You are not an idiot, Jackie. You did exactly as you should have. You said nothing, you gave him nothing. Now, go get yourself something to eat and go back to your hotel room. We’ll see you tomorrow so just stay put until we get there. Everything’s going to be ok, you hear me?
Bandit nods slowly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: I’m proud of you, Jackie. You did good. We’ll see you tomorrow.
Bandit nods again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ok.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Te amo, Jack! Está bien.
Bandit sniffs and nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I love you too.
The call ends and bandit pulls herself together enough to fire up the car and drive on, trying to put the events of the last couple of days behind her to focus on her upcoming match with Caden Walker.
On-Camera
The camera opens upon Jackie “Bandit” Layton sitting on the bed in her hotel room. Her hair looks like it could do with a good brushing and her make-up appears to have been touched up. She exhales wearing a black t-shirt with the white lettering of the Shieldmaidens’ logo across the chest that matches her black slacks. The camera is obviously on her phone and she manages to nod to it looking completely subdued.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know, I was looking forward to this match.
She pauses and looks over to the Mile High Wrestling tag team Championship belt lying on the bed next to her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: My first one as a champion and it was against a guy that looked like it would be an interesting match-up because of the differences between me and the Dustwalker. He’s like, triple my size. He’s more than a foot taller and the kind of weight advantage that, on paper, says I should have absolutely no prayer…
She nods in acknowledgement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What’s more, he’s got way more experience than me and he marches to the beat of his own drum. He supposedly spouts things about God and prayer and whatever else he can think of from a magical mystery tour of a book. Like he made his own fractured fairy tales version of the Bible and started going all Book of Truth on people with it.
She looks up, starts nodding and waves her hand dismissively.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know, I know, but I’m Canadian and we have different heroes up there.
Her hand drops and she looks into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Caden Walker supposedly operates under his own twisted code of right and wrong and combined with his very own Good Book, this makes him sound interestingly apocalyptic and I…
She shakes her head and then looks away for a second, a million thoughts running through her head at once. She shakes them off and then looks back into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ok, I admit, i kinda dig that and was looking forward to it. I mean, come on, Tiny Canadian Pixie versus Big Texas Hoss, Pour Decisions versus South Texas Deathride, it’s a match made in heaven if there ever was one. It’s David and Goliath if David was a hot blonde with nice tits and Goliath was a bullshit Bible spewing redneck in a wifebeater. This is perfect, by God, Central Casting!
She looks away to her championship belt and shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So of course, three things have to happen this week to just take my interest and turn it on its ass!
Looking back to the camera, annoyance starts to filter into her eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: First, we have an incident at the gym where I have to watch something that I never wanna have to see again and no I’m not telling you fucksticks what it was. The less said about it in public, the better. Rest assured it shook those of us who were there for it to our cores and damned if I wanna have to relive it for this walking advertisement for ending all organized religion!
She nods and raises a hand, extending her index finger to count off the first thing on her list. She nods again and a second finger joins its brother.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Then earlier today I was accosted by somebody that doesn’t deserve the attention that mentioning his name here would garner him. He said a lot of things that didn’t exactly sit well with some people and ruined what had been a perfectly lovely day before he had to drag in and just piss all over just because he could! There was no reason for him to have traveled all the way to Denver from New Orleans other than to rain on my parade and for that…
Pausing, she shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: No, I’m not gonna let him do that to me. I’ve got enough bullshit to worry about tomorrow without adding his to the pile.
A third finger joins its two mates.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And the third thing is that, according to Mile High Wrestling’s own website, the walking, talking, evangelical bullshit artist that I’m supposed to fight tomorrow hasn’t so much as bothered to check the website since the day after he submitted his paperwork, meaning he probably has no idea that he’s even fighting tomorrow, much less who and that just burns my fucking bacon!
She stands up, anger radiating off of her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m a goddamn champion in this company! I’ve worked my ass off to make my name mean something in a very short time and here this piece of worm-ridden filth can’t be assed to even see if he’s been booked?
She cocks her head in outraged disbelief.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Who in the hell do you think you are?
Before an answer can come, her hand shoots out to stop it.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And please, for the love of whatever you believe in, do NOT tell me that you are so fucking awesomely endowed by the Creator that it doesn’t matter who you’re fighting because you will simply arrive, show us all the error of our ways and then leave with His glory because you are His Chosen One…
Her hand drops but the outrage remains.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You are NOT just walking into MIle High Wrestling, getting into OUR ring and jacking off until you spew God’s Glory all over the place like you’re giving the entire viewing audience the most demented facial in the hsitory of prayerporn! You are not now, nor have you ever been the All-Mighty’s Chosen One and as God as my witness, I will expose you for what you are! So you bring your big ass to the building, drag it to the ring and allow me to show you that you’re not only NOT full of His glory, you’re not even a glory hole because that would imply you were gonna give somebody a happy ending before the night was over and, I’m sorry, but I have higher standards than that!
She walks up close to the camera and glares into the camera in an extreme close up.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m gonna make you wish you had bothered to give a shit and then you can crawl back to wherever it is you came from and start begging that sky to tell you when it’s coming to look for you for failing it so damned miserably! Fuck you and the horse you couldn’t be assed to ride in on too!
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