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Dreams of the past, and a new future; rp2
Topic Started: Jul 5 2008, 11:12 PM (64 Views)
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The scene opens to the sound of metal scraping against metal. All is dark, we see the image of sVo’s latest acquisition the man called “The Reaper”. But he’s not the man we saw in the airport. Oh no he looks much younger, at least five or six years younger. His face missing the scar and patch as he appears to have both eyes these years ago. He’s dressed in a plain black tee and a pair of black jeans. We can still hear the faintest sound of metal scraping metal its almost as if static on a radio just faint but still audible. We fade out to see Reaper is at a small little cafe like restaurant. Reaper is sitting at a table there’s a glass of tea on top of it with what looks to be a half eaten blt sandwich. Reaper’s flipping through a newspaper’s sports section minding his own business. We hear over a few tables the sound of a woman screaming. Reaper peaks his head over the top of the newspaper to investigate. We see the woman is in her early to mid twenties and has long brown hair. Her face is slightly oval shaped but is quite beautiful. Her piercing blue eyes seem to almost be able to stare straight through a man’s soul. Her ruby red lips shined against the shimmering light. She was dressed in a yellow summer dress and she was obviously not happy. She’s yelling at the waiter who evidently has brought her some bad news.

Woman: What the hell do you mean my card’s over the limit. That’s impossible, I just got that card last week.

Waiter: I’m sorry ma’am it’s not going through, we’ll need some form of payment or else I’m going to have to call the police.

Woman: Call the police, and call an ambulance too because I’m gonna end up hurting someone if this shit doesn’t get straightened out right now!

The woman is almost shaking her eyes welling up with tears as she doesn’t understand how this could be possible. The Waiter turns as if he’s going to go try and find some sort of management or security. As he turns he walks straight into Reaper. The scrawny waiter fearing the worse covers up thinking Reaper is about to beat him down.

Reaper: Relax...here.

The waiter opens his eyes and Reaper hands him a hundred dollar bill. The waiter looks at it and then back at him almost as if he doesn’t understand.

Reaper: Ya simple bastard, I’m paying for the ladies meal as well as my own. Now bugger off already.

The waiter scurries off as Reaper just shakes his head. The woman is still shaking but seems to be calming down. Reaper extends his hand motioning for her to sit. The woman does so as Reaper nods and smiles.

Reaper: May I join you miss?

The woman smiles and nods as Reaper pulls out a chair and sits across from her. Reaper smiles sweetly at the woman who is still trying to regain her composure. She takes some napkins and starts to wipe away the tears from her eyes. Her body still shaking from the adrenaline and nerves. Reaper just reaches out a hand and lays it on top of hers to try and comfort the poor girl.

Reaper: It’s ok, glad I could help you. My names Hamish, and yours?

Woman: Alisha.

Reaper: Nice to meet you Alisha.

The image is suddenly cut as we hear the same grinding metal sound and screams. The screams like thousands of different voices screaming at once at different intervals and pitches. We suddenly see Reaper shoot up from his seat his hat dropping into his lap as he takes several deep breaths trying to calm himself. Reaper’s face drenched in sweat. Reaper pulls a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes away at the sweat placing the handkerchief back into his pocket and placing the hat back upon his head. Reaper looks down at his own hands, beaten and battered calloused and rough. He could still remember how smooth and tender her hands felt in his. We can hear Reaper sighing heavily as he suppresses all emotion. We hear over the loudspeaker the announcement that the plane is about to land in Las Vegas.


***Thirty Minutes Later***

We are shown the front of the Las Vegas Airport. Reaper is stepping out with a single black duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. As soon as Reaper hits the open air he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his pack of cowboy killers. Reaper flips open the box top and pulls out a cigarette putting it between his lips. Reaper puts up the pack and pulls out a silver Zippo with a skull and cross bones engraved onto the side. Reaper lights it and his cigarette up. Reaper puts the Zippo back into his jeans pocket as he breaths out his first few puffs. Reaper sighs and shakes his head heading off towards the parking area. Reaper looks through the parking lot.

Reaper: Now I know I told the lady I’d be arriving about this time to have my vehicle shipped and waiting for me in this parking lot.

Reaper looks around in the parking lot finally spotting his ride. Reaper smiles as he walks over to his 69’ Dodge Charge painted metallic black. Reaper pulls his copy of the keys from his jeans pocket and unlocks the door climbing inside and making sure all of his stuff was in the back seat. We are show two suitcases and another duffle bag. Reaper tosses the duffle bag he was carrying into the back to join them.

Reaper: Well looks like everything’s here. Now lets see, which should we do first. Go gambling? Go drinking? or go to the arena?

Reaper puts the keys in the ignition as we hear the loud muscle car fire up and rev up. Just from the sound its obviously been modified quite heavily. The car pulls out of the parking space and heads out as we’re now taken from the view of the passenger side of the vehicle. We hear the unmistakable voice of Lemmy as we hear “The Ace of Spades...The Ace of Spades!” Reaper reaches over to console and pulls out a black cell phone flipping it open.

Reaper: City morgue you stab um we bag um....... Hey Joseph.........Yea, I made it fine........Yea, I’m sure about this........Stop worrying so much man.........I’ll call you if I need ya.....peace.

Reaper closes the phone and laughs to himself tossing the phone back into the console. Reaper is driving along as the phone starts to go off again. Reaper scoffs at the phone and answers it.

Reaper: Look Joseph I said I was fucking fine...................oh, sorry ma’am, thought you were someone else..........Yea give me the latest...........It is her? Cool, I’ll have to swing by and say hello when I get to the arena. How about any possible opponent............Really? TJ Raven actually thinks he could beat me? He thinks that pretty boy looks and that cocky summabitch attitude scares me at all? Hell you know as well as I do that boy aint shit compared to the things I’ve faced.

Reaper starts to laugh uncontrollably having to move the phone from his face for a moment then placing it back. Reaper removes his hand from the wheel long enough to take the cigarette from his lips and tap the ash out the open window. Place it back between his lips and then placing his hand back on the wheel.

Reaper: Patch? That’s the best that little queer eye for the straight guy looking son of a bitch could come up with? Patch? Jesus H. Christ, I’ve had ten year olds do better than that when it comes to making fun of me....Oh he said it was from jerking off, how quaint. Yea that little bitch probably would like to watch me jerk off, but not into my eye but rather in his little rainbow loving mouth....

Reaper physically shudders at the comment.

Reaper: Fucking sicko......Anything else to tell me babe? Nah? Well thanks doll.

Reaper flips the phone shut and tosses it once again back in the console still laughing and shaking his head as he swings the car sharply to the left and pulls into the parking lot for this little hole in the wall looking bar. Reaper parks his car and gets out of the vehicle. Reaper reaches into the back and grabs his suitcase pulling it to the driver seat. Reaper opens it taking off his button up shirt in the middle of the parking lot tossing it into the back of his car his battered and scar covered back to the camera. We literally see marks running across his back as if he’d been whipped and beaten like a dog. Reaper takes his hat off sitting it on the top of the car reaching into his suitcase pulling out a black muscle shirt. Reaper slips on the shirt tucking it into his jeans tightening his belt. Reaper then closes the suitcase tossing it into the back seat. Reaper closes up and locks the car grabbing his hat from the top of the car and puts it back on as he heads to the entrance of the bar. We can see as he enters the bar that its full of roughnecks. Reaper just smiles and heads in.

*****Two hours later*****

We see the front door to the establishment beside it is a window with a beer mug painted upon it. We see a small shadow upon the window and notice it growing larger and larger and larger until we see a man about six foot five approx three hundred pounds flying threw the window. We slowly look into the bar and see about twenty people laid about the place some people laid on top of pool tables, some on the ground, some even on the bar itself. There are broken tables, chairs, pool cues, and stools all over the place. In the middle of the carnage we see a bloody and battered Reaper. His shirt ripped as if sliced at by a knife and his hat on the ground. His nose bleeding his mouth bleeding and blood covering his arms and hands although it doesn’t appear to be his own blood. Reaper just smiles and bends over whipping the blood off on some guys shirt before grabbing his hat and putting it back on his head. Reaper walks over to the bar grabbing a bottle of jack from the counter and takes a few swigs as he walks towards the door. Reaper walks threw the door and steps over the guy he just threw out the window as he heads towards his car. Reaper tosses the now empty bottle of Jack into a nearby dumpster and gets into his car as if nothing at all has happened. Reaper gets into the car putting the key in the ignition and starts to crank it up.

Reaper: Now...I feel better.

Reaper cranks up the Charger and heads towards the arena as we hear sirens in the background as we fade to black.
Hamish Graham
September 19th 1963- April 4th 2013
Long Live The Reaper


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