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Post by Admin on Aug 2, 2018 12:26:34 GMT -6
***THE MAIN EVENT***Robi Jean Mitchell vs Tyke Index Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 9, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2018 16:01:32 GMT -6
Chapter One:
Friday August 3rd, 1am
Backstage at the Magness Arena, Denver. So there I am standing in the back, sweat dripping down my back and my palms still soggy, I’ve just taken Forge, our darling dear Martyr Machine to the top of Coke Mountain and the best part? He’s still not found his way down; he might never leave that forsaken ditch he was left to die in and why?
All I wanted to do was dance, all I ever wanted out of this was to be embraced in a warming and compulsively beautiful fashion; everything could have been so beautiful. Yet as you lay there motionless paying for your sins, suddenly everything became so clear there will never be an easy way for you Forge – not truly and not in this lifetime, your eternity was bound by constraints that ensured everything you are ever apart of will be done the hard way.
Harvey Goodfellows dropped off some notes for me in the back, they read in huge pink letters:
“PTO!!”
And as I turned the note over there it was; a picture of Robi Jean Mitchell doing her grocers last weekend, turns out she goes to the same vegan market as me. We care oh so much about the environment, care so much about all dem animals and I love her for that, love her so much that I got her face on my trunks. When was the last time Forge done anything so touching and uplifting to the soul? He is a brute and I am a lover, I love everything so fucking much.
Don’t think I had forgotten about Harvey either though, Harvey doubted me last week, doubted this mission we had come here to achieve – Harvey came a millimetre away from fucking everything up, we could have ended up out on our bums with nowhere to go in the pissing rain. See, this was real life and Harvey might be trying to play joker this evening but I don’t forget, I wouldn’t forget, maybe in time though I could forgive.
I forgave Robi Jean, I forgave her for everything; I never ever believed the dirtsheets when they said that she never truly loved nor cared about me. Hell, even when they had the audacity to suggest that this was all in my head, a visage, a lie curated to perfection. How could it be? We shopped at the same markets and last Saturday she even looked at me. I told Harvey four times about that look she gave me, it wasn’t just a look though; it was a statement of intent.
Robi Jean wanted to fuck me.
Sorry Forge, it’s true. Ask her.
Yet, the best part was I knew something that everyone else would find out very soon. See very soon this A to B conversation with Robi was going to have someone C their way out of it and that person? That person was Forge, Harvey couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth as we sat in our dressing room. I was serious though and Harvey knew it to, Forge was not making it out of August alive, hell on my watch he would soon be an afterthought. Unlike others, it wasn’t so I could claim this as my yard; I didn’t give a damn about that. I don’t need a whole yard to myself, I’m happy sharing it…
With Robi Jean.
Soon everything was going to be so perfect and on Thursday I was going to dance with Robi until the stars came up and the street lights dimmed down low, we would embrace the space between us and unite to create something orgasmic and quite frighteningly splendid, we would all be so happy together, so happy in this organically crafted solution.
Harvey asked daringly with a glint in his eye what I had in mind, his slow deliberated stutter suggested he never really wanted to find out and tonight? Tonight Harvey was not going to find out, nobody would find out, see tonight the world was not ready. Maybe it never would be, maybe this solution was something that should be hidden from the public eye, yet I knew that soon everyone would need to see this.
Coming to think of it maybe this was only something for the eyes of Robi Jean, she was the only one that mattered and ironically the one that it concerned the most. I just hope she has a beautiful black dress for the funeral of a loved one.
Wink. Wink. Kiss. Kiss.
Harvey was chatting about strategy, surfacing life on planet Mars and some nonsense he had read from Meltzer about Tyke Index struggling financially and that was the reason I was committing to so many dates and appearances at a stage in my career I should apparently be unwinding. I tuned out three minutes and sixteen seconds in; all I could think about was Robi Jean perched on top of me for three seconds.
I was infatuated and knew I had to do something before it was any later. ..Chapter Two
Friday August 3rd 8.55am
Some three piece suit joint in Denver This place opened at 9am, but I couldn’t wait any longer I needed to be in already, needed the warmth and compassion of a man who would sort my black tie for the grieving which was about to be bestowed on Robi Jean. I would keep her warm in that moment but not before having the proper attire.
“When is the funeral?”
“After the murder takes place of course, when else would it take place?”
I don’t think the guy was digging my sense of humour, to be fair the shop had merely opened and I was his first customer, there I am hitting out with wise cracks and asking grim questions. If the positions had been reversed, I would definitely have told myself to fuck right off but I had massive muscles and he didn’t, he seemed politely intimidated and fixated on getting me out the shop as quickly as possible without rocking the boat too much.
Poor guy thought I was a serial killer and to be honest he wasn’t really far off, I had murdered someone before but it wasn’t my fault.
Honest.
Pinky promise.
Innocent.
Blah blah blah.
He’s standing there glancing at me wondering what happens next.
“Am I getting a suit for this funeral or what kid?”
Snapping out of it the shop assistant leads me towards the suits aisle.
“What’s your price range?” he quips.
Oh, wouldn’t he want to know how much Robi Jean means to me?
“This has to be a suit that is priceless, one that befits the occasion”
I made this really weird gesture with my hand pretending to rub my chest, if he didn’t already then the guy definitely thinks I’ve been on the gear now.
“We have no priceless suits sir, everything has a price”
“I was being figurative you prune, sort me out and sort me now before I kill you to”
I was only having a bit of dark Friday morning humour but it was seemingly lost in translation here, so there I am standing back outside in the pissing rain after being removed by the two security guys.
Apparently it is threatening behaviour to tell someone you are going to kill them; that is the straw that had broken the camel’s back here. Oh well…
Time for Plan B. Chapter Three
7th August, 1.15pm
Tyke’s Apartment in Denver, ColoradoZeb arrived albeit ten minutes late, but fuck it he was here.
“You said you would be here ten minutes ago asshole, where you been?”
Zeb was carrying a plastic bag, though, and inside that bag was everything that I needed right now.
“Did you get what I asked for?”
Zeb opened the bag and glanced inside at the contents.
“I guess so, got some weird looks along the way, I dunno if this is the right thing to do dude. You know I’m no Jesus worshipper but I mean; this just feels wrong on so many levels, so so so so many levels bro, you feeling me. I mean that house is dangerous and I think their neighbours may have grassed me in, it’s not you they’ll be coming for, it’ll be me. These guys are fuckin’ dangerous and I don't wanna die Tyke, I don't wanna die.”
Okay, so here we had a guy who had killed two men, one of whom was one of the most supremely dangerous gangland hitmen in North America and he was calling me out for what, being a bit eccentric and embracing a bit of debauchery? Equally as confusing was why this absolute monster whom had seen and partaken in deeds far too dangerous to ever speak of was scared of what? A bunch of guys who hang about a garage like a bunch of overworked dorks? Yeah, very good, keep those credits rolling Zeb. Hell in the worst case scenario, what happens? ‘They’ kill Zeb, you know what they say about the best stories – they have that guy who dies for the greater cause. Hell, Forge knew all about that sorta cause, his entire career has been based upon brainwashing clueless morons who don’t know any better that they should die for him, die for this, it was all bullshit and soon Forge...
Well anyway…
“Zeb, you killed two men. You pissed on an inmate who stole your English muffin and fuck you even one time robbed a seventy year old woman so you could pay loan sharks back. You wanna talk to me about morals? We really going there, like REALLY?”
We weren’t going there, Zeb handed me over the bag and there they were in full beauty resting against the bottom of the bag.
“Did they say anything to you when ya went in Zeb?”
“No brother, but eventually one of the guys got a bit suspicious and asked why I was there. Just told him I was a prospect for the Chrome Dragons”
“No fuckin’ way did they buy that shit?”
I was literally crest over with laughter, how fucking stupid could those guys be? Zeb was an overweight bald guy with the fitness levels of a turtle, in what world or planet would he ever be considered for a place in the Chrome Dragons!? This one was on them, it really was, they kinda deserved what was about to happen just for being so fuckin’ stupid in the first place.
“I thought those guys only approved Adonis physique douchebags and smart ones at that? Is there whole thing not supposed to be merging brains with brauns!? That is honestly so fucking good; those damn idiots! Where did they have this thing hangin’?”
Zeb was trying to hold back fits of laughter but ultimately failing miserably…
“They dumbasses had it hanging up the back of the garage next to a picture of their first dance, so predictable”
In this bag lay the suit which Forge had worn on the day of his wedding with Robi Jean, the suit looked so fucking hot. I couldn’t wait to try it on but like the finest things in life patience would prevail, for tonight anyway.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how good I would look, how surreal this entire situation was, how I would wear this suit better than Forge ever would. After all it is the man who makes the suit and if she hadn’t already then this would be the suit that would finally seal the deal.
This Thursday night at Throwdown Robi Jean was going to fall in love with me, like head over heels, experience emotions that she has never felt before, not even on her wedding day.
On Thursday night we were going to combust into one and align for a night of intense passion, there would be laughter and there would be tears. Which of those would be the ultimate outcome?
I couldn’t wait for Robi Jean to answer that question on Thursday, she would finally have to acknowledge me properly and indulge in this moment like she had truly wanted to all along.
Robi, you don’t have to pretend anymore, you don’t have to fight this, fight me.
We’re so much better than that, you Robi are better than that.
At Good Time you might very well win gold but I want to give you some gold of my own and an even better time on Thursday if you accept my proposal…
To marry me…
Everyone is invited.
Except Forge.
It's not like he has anything to wear now anyway ha...
Ha ha ha ha...
Wink, wink.
I couldn’t hang around any longer and as Zeb left me in peace I would drop my pants and hop into the suit, oh my god, I could feel the squeeze on my ass and suddenly the world felt so alive, so pervasive and so god damn . This was better than any high I had ever experienced…
Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god.
Fuck.
I couldn’t take my eyes off that mirror, OH.MY.GOD she was going to be so happy with me.
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