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The Blood run, time to reflect on Brent + Pakelika; Exodus Rp 2 Blake and Phoenix
Topic Started: Jul 13 2004, 08:19 PM (59 Views)
The Disciple Leon Blake
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Phoenix and his fellow Mercenary ‘The Disciple’ Leon Blake dart across the loose gravel car park, their feet moving faster than the loose ground will allow causing them to slip, skid and slide. They finally reach Phoenix’ Pontiac, gleaming in the moonlight, the centre piece of any car park honoured enough to house it for a night. Phoenix skid’s along side the driver’s door, simultaneously popping the central locking with his key. No sooner has Blake clambered inside and slammed his door shut, the firebird powers its way out of the parking lot, throwing gravel and dirt into the night air in its wake. Hitting the open road, the pair turn to face each other, sharing the same thought, however it is Blake who breaks the silence.

Blake-“ So…any ideas where to get blood at this fine hour on a Monday evening?

Phoenix begins to shake his head rapidly getting flustered. He opens his mouth as the first thought pops into his head.

Phoenix-“ I got it! We’ll head to a 24hr super market!

No sooner have the words left his mouth, Phoenix bows his head in realisation of his stupidity. Blake sharply laughs down his nose for a moment.

Blake-“Yeah Phoenix, cause im sure the Mega-Mart have a special offer on blood this week…I believe its buy one gallon of the red stuff, and we’ll throw another in…absolutely free! Your stupidity humours me my friend.

Phoenix-“Yeah whatever, you got any better ideas Blake?

Blake-“ Please…most three year olds could come up with a better idea…ok, how about a blood bank? There’s one in every state, and logically it should be near the hospital…or we could just stick with your idea and hit the Mega-Mart.

Phoenix tut’s at his comrade as he slams into third gear heading into the city, for the Metropolitan Hospital. Neither man speaks, both feeling the pressure of their volatile situation…Either they get blood and Valec is ok…They get blood and its too late, Valec has hurt someone, or worse, hurt himself…or they don’t manage to secure any blood, and they may find themselves short of a team mate. Blake breaks the silence after a long drawn sigh.

Blake-“This is a nice car by the way…

Phoenix-“…Yup…

Blake-“Does the CD player work?

Phoenix glances over at Blake with a look that could have killed any lesser man.

Phoenix-“ What the hell do you mean ‘Does it work’?! Of course it works dumb ass…you think im gonna fork out a stupendous amount of money for this car and have a faulty CD player?

Blake peers around the car then out of the window, he too realising his previous comment was worthy of a pubescent kid. Phoenix shakes his head mumbling something about his CD player under his breath. With a flick of a button on the steering wheel the CD player turns itself on and begins to fill the car with the sounds of……

Blake-“Britney Spears?....Dude?.....Britney Spears? Well it has to be said…you have an impeccable taste for fine music my friend.

‘The Disciple’ begins to laugh uncontrollably. Phoenix hits the eject button and nervously fumbles with the CD. He winds down the window and hurls the CD from the car onto the roadside.

Blake-“Would you care to explain yourself?

Phoenix rolls his head, stretching his neck, and adjusts his T-shirt before answering.

Phoenix-“ Ok look, you remember the waitress from last week…the one from the breakfast diner? (Blake pauses before nodding) The one Jonny kinda had a thing for…(Blake nods again) Well I kinda took her out, but don’t tell the kid…I don’t think it would go down to well…(Blake shakes his head laughing) Anyway…she brought the damn CD…satisfied?

Blake continues laughing as the atmosphere begins to relax. Phoenix too starts to laugh taking sly looks at Blake trying to suss out whether he believes him or not. Phoenix turns on the radio. It is an hourly news update.

Radio-“…And in local news, the hunt continues for two men who are wanted in connection with a serious assault on a man wanted in connection with a night club shooting. Police think the attack may be gang related. They still have no leads…And in other news, Skippy the three legged dog won his first competition in three years today..

Phoenix adjusts his CD changer and the sweet sounds of Velvet Revolver fill the Pontiac.

Phoenix-“ Can you believe that shit man…all this gang warfare’s gotta stop…although saying that, this poor shmuck might have deserved the beating they those guys put on him…

Blake grins under the shadow of his hood. He mumbles under his breath.

Blake-“You could say that.

Phoenix-“ By all accounts they left the guy lying broken, in a pool of his own blood…on the frickin alter! (phoenix laughs) The only thing I disagree with is the fact it took two guys…

Blake-“Actually Valec had nothing to do with it, he was just with me at the time and thought it would be fun…so he tagged along.

Phoenix’ face drops as he glares over at ‘The Disciple’, who is looking rather proud of himself. Phoenix slams on the brakes of the Pontiac, nearly driving Blake’s face clean trough the dash board. Blake however, seems un-phased by the rapid stop and remains focused ahead. Phoenix pivots in his chair to fully face Blake.

Phoenix-“Dude…in a church? That’s messed up man…real messed up! What?....why the?...What?

Blake-“He was a sinner Phoenix, the retribution was fitting of the crime my friend. He received nothing his cursed soul didn’t deserve. He is lucky his retribution was so swift…some times, if I feel the need…I can make retribution last what seems to be a life-time. ( the headlights of an oncoming car provide a small glimpse of Blake’s shadowed face. He appears to be smiling under the cover of his hood) But what can I say…I didn’t want to tire myself out so close to exodus…A certain Mr. Randell is long over-due a little retribution.

Phoenix stares in dis-belief before re-positioning himself in the bucket seat of the Pontiac. He checks his mirrors before spinning off on their journey once more. Phoenix remains silent for a short while before inhaling deeply and continuing their conversation.

Phoenix-“For what its worth Leon, im glad your on my side, you sick son of a bitch(begins to laugh)

Blake-“Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix…you have no idea just how deep the rabbit hole goes my friend. You want sick…a little ‘Dead To Rights’ on an alter was just the beginning. Brent Randell on the other hand…(laughs) He is about to experience first hand just how ‘Sick’ I can be…I don’t know how well you know the precise oxford dictionary my friend, but under the term ‘Sick’ lies a number of meanings. The first and foremost…and my personal favourite is ‘finding amusement in misfortune of morbid subjects’…and under the term ‘Morbid’ you’ll find the meaning ‘preoccupied with unpleasant things’… You see Phoenix, if we talk literally for a second, in my minds eye, Brent Randell is one of the two Morbid subjects…the second of these subjects is Pakelika…and currently, they are preoccupied with one of the most unpleasant things to grace Gods green earth…our dear comrade Valec! Now back to your comment about me being ‘Sick’…You are right my friend…I will find GREAT amusement in the misfortune of Randell…and at Rise To Greatness Pakelika too…but for now, Randell will have to do! I promise you this my friend, Exodus will be the beginning of the end for Brent Randell. The misfortune I plan to bestow upon him is un-paralleled to any he has felt before. Last time he squared up against up against a warrior of my calibre, he needed the aid of numerous illegal objects…and not forgetting his friend, his companion in damnation. Come Exodus, he will have neither. As I displayed last week, Brent is no match for me on his best day. He wielded a weapon and still I received no blows…He received one of the grandest blows of them all...My ‘Grand Lethol’.

Phoenix interrupts.

Phoenix-“Dude…your starting to worry me a bit…I don’t think its healthy how you drift in and out of these twisted little moods of yours…you’ve been hanging with Valec Far too long! I remember the days you used to wear a damn suit!(phoenix laughs and searches Blake’s face for a response)

Phoenix’s attempts to change the subject fail…Blake is in the zone and he feels he must speak what plays on his mind.

Blake-“As I was saying before your little outburst (phoenix sighs) This time there will be no easy way out for Brent, no contingency plan for him. No one ready to charge in wielding metallic bats. Another thing that has came to my attention…word on the grapevine is that Brent seems to be telling people he has me verbally beaten…I personally don’t see how this is possible seeing as though our souls have only crossed paths recently as his walked the sinners path and I walked the path of righteousness. If Brent seems content with telling the world he has me…’The Disciple’ Leon Blake verbally beaten…then I see fit to tell the world, seeing as though I nearly snapped his face in two last week with a Righteously placed Grand Lethol, that I have already beaten Brent physically...(phoenix nods in agreement and laughs) Im sure when word of this reaches Randell, he shall none to pleased. Come exodus we shall see who the better man is…who is truly the victor…we shall see…

Silence falls upon the car. The silence is broken by the harsh screeching of brakes. The classic automobile comes to an aggravated stop once again. Blake seems to snap out of his little preaching mood and peers over at Phoenix. Phoenix slams the car into reverse and drives a little way back up the street. He comes to a stop out side a butcher shop. He looks back at Blake.

Phoenix-“Im thinking we’ve taken too long already, there’s no telling how long its gonna take to get to the hospital from here, then we still gotta find the blood bank!(phoenix peers back at the butcher shop) You thinking what im thinking?


5 minutes pass


The sound of alarm bells sound out across the street, travelling on the wind into the city. The Pontiac screeches away from the side walk and burns off in the direction in came from.

Phoenix-“What it ain’t bad enough your wanted for aggravated assault and desecration of a holy place…now your trying your hand at robbery too?!

Blake sits with two large vials of blood on his lap.

Blake-“Well what the hell were you thinking if you weren’t thinking robbery? What, you were gonna wait till morning and ask the guy for some?!

Phoenix slams his hand down hard on the steering wheel in anger, scanning all of his mirrors for any flashing lights approaching.

Blake-“Look just calm down…you sitting in this car with a righteous soul…you think your God is gonna let anything happen to me when im so close to delivering another two wretched corrupt souls? No Phoenix…he isn’t…we’ll be fine…just calm down and drive…and you better start praying we’ve still got a team mate waiting in that crummy motel for this shit (sways the vials on his lap)…Just drive…

The scene ends as the Pontiac tears up the road heading back to the motel, where Seth and Jonny Kross are busy doing everything they can to assist their comrade in arms through his time of need.
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