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Topic Started: Jul 26 2008, 06:40 PM (69 Views)
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The scene opens inside a hotel room. We see a large king size bed in the middle of the room the TV in front of it playing still. We see the movie The Crow featuring Brandon Lee playing upon it. We can hear in the distance the sound of water running. We cut into the bathroom and see the shower running. A few moments pass as we see Reaper stepping out of the shower wrapped up in a large black towel. Reaper's face is only half shown as he makes his way to the sink. We watch as he turns towards the camera and notices his eye patch is missing and infact his eye is placed in socket. Reaper has a small smile on his face and heads through the door of the bathroom. We notice on the bed of the hotel a little lump. Reaper walks up to the lump and sits down beside it. Reaching over and grabbing a pair of boxers slipping them on and ditching the towel. Reaper sits back down and runs his hand over the lump.

"Wake up darlin"

The lump rolls over and we see Alisha laying in the bed. Obviously Reaper is in the midst of one of his memories. The odd thing is the sound of metal scratching upon one another isn't heard as usual. Its just quiet other than for the words of our subjects. Reaper leans down and kisses Alisha upon the forehead and smiles down at her as he stands up walking over to a suitcase on the table and starts to pull out a black tee shirt slipping it on. Alisha rolls back the cover and as she does we notice her stomach is quite grown. Reaper is doing up his blue jeans as he turns to her and offers her a hand helping the obviously pregnant Alisha out of the bed. Reaper has a huge smile on his face.

"How are we feeling baby?"

"I'm feeling ok, but I think little man is cranky."

"Nah he's just practicing kicking everyone's ass. Has to kick yours first"

Reaper chuckled as Alisha just smiled and moved to the bathroom to get ready. We hear Oasis' champagne supernova playing as Reaper reaches into his suitcase and opens his phone. Reaper turns on the speaker phone as he continues to put up stuff around the hotel back into suitcases and prepare to leave.

"What's up buddy?"

"Nothing much Hamish. Heard you and the little lady are moving into the new house today. Thought I'd see if you needed any help."

"Well that's nice of ya Joseph. But I already paid some company to do all of that for me."

"So you're still keeping the one country estate, you just built another estate down the road?"

"Yea, well little Gabriel has to have a home when he grows up. I plan on building my own little town of nothing but my friends and family."

"That's nice Hamish, so when do I get a house"

"When you become a friend or member of the family"

Reaper laughs as Joseph mocks fake hurt in his voice.

"Well, thanks, guess I wont be stopping by today with your house warming gift."

"Aww, don't be like that Joseph. What ya get me?"

"I got the baby some stuff, but yea I'm busy with your finances and stuff today. Not to mention I got my other clients to help out. I'll swing by tomorrow and drop it off."

"Alright man, we should be around the house all day long"

"Well man, let me get back to work, take it easy"

"Aight man, later"

Reaper walks over to the phone and closes it slipping it into his pocket. About that time Alisha comes out of the bathroom dressed in some obviously maternity styled dress. Reaper walks up to her and kisses her on the cheek before going and grabbing all the bags. Reaper heads towards the hotel room door. He opens it and heads out towards the parking lot. There in the parking lot we don't see the charger but instead we see a 05 four door Toyota Camry. Nothing to sissy but most certainly a family looking car. Reaper throws the bags into the car and comes back towards the hotel room. As Reaper gets to the door he sees the door is still cracked open. His heart starts the pound as he rushes towards the door. Reaper opens the door and finds everything fine in the room. His brash entrance slightly scaring Alisha who is merely sitting on the end of the bed waiting for Reaper to return.

"Everything ok Hun?"

"Yea Ali, everything's ok. Just was worried, you shouldn't leave the door open when I leave. Never know who might show up and try and hurt you. This world is full of fucked up people."

"Yea, but you were right outside, I wont worried. I know you'll always protect me."

"Got that right baby."

Reaper smiles and walks over to help Alisha up from the bed. About this time we start hearing it. That all to familiar sound now of steel scraping against steel. It grows louder and louder. Alisha seems oblivious to the sound but Reaper can hear it. He realizes he's just dreaming and remember now. His happiness is a lie, and very soon he'll wake up once more and be back in his hell that is life. Reaper helps Alisha to the door of the hotel room and as they open it Reaper hears the scraping even louder and then the sound of screams like a thousand different screams at the same time. Reaper is shown quickly sitting up in a sweat in his bed. We see the patch back upon his face. We're back to reality, back to hell. Reaper slips out of the bed and walks his way to the bathroom. We can hear from the bathroom the sound of a primal like scream

"FUCK!"

We then hear the sound of glass shattering and sounds like a wild animal is released in the bathroom. Reaper obviously distressed from the constant nightmares of remembering his happy life. Reaper takes all of his anger and frustration out on the hotel bathroom destroying everything he could get his hands onto. Ripping the shower curtain rod from the wall and bashing it into the mirror. Bashing into the toilet and the tub itself. Kicking and stomping on everything that wont break from the rod. Reaper comes out of the bathroom about twenty minutes later dressed in black jeans and a black tee shirt. Reaper walks by the edge of the bed grabbing his duffle bag and walking out of the hotel room. Reaper goes out to his charger cranking it up and peeling out of the hotel parking lot. Several minutes pass by as Reaper just drives before "Ace of Spades" by Motorhead starts to play.

"Some things never change"

Reaper flips open the phone hitting the speaker function.

"What Joseph"

"Well hello to you too sunshine"

"Fuck off Joseph"

"Sheesh, someone woke up in a pissed off mood"

"Yea, by the way write me a few thousand dollar check to the Sleep inn outside of Reno."

"Destroyed another hotel room"

"Something like that."

We can hear Joseph sighing on the other end of the line before speaking again.

"you need to see someone about these dreams Hamish."

"Fuck you Joseph, I'm fine, and you know not to fucking call me that. The names Reaper, now get to the fucking point of you calling."

"Fine fine, you have a meeting set up by the sVo with some sort of stylist and career manager of some sort. They want you to talk to this guy about your image from what I gather."

"What the fuck is wrong with my image."

"Well you look like a bum half of the time and you smell of cheap booze and stale cigarettes."

"Dude, this company had Mad Max working for it. He's ten times worse than I am when it comes to booze and drugs and shit."

"yea, and he's not there anymore is he? The people want an image they can relate to, to inspire to be. If you don't remember you're one of the guys they are suppose to like. Quite honestly no one likes you when you're like this."

"Fuck off Joseph, I don't give a shit if they like me or not. Just give me the damn directions so I can fuckin get this over with."

"I'm texting them to you right now. Talk to you later Reap, have fun"

"Yea yea, go have a jolly good game of go fuck yourself Joseph"

Reaper closes the phone and continues to drive. A few minutes pass before his phone lights up as he receives the texted directions to the image stylist. Reaper looks at the direction and busts a massive u turn in the middle of the road nearly missing a minivan that was coming towards him when he does. Reaper slams on the gas and squalls his tires before flying in the opposite direction.

*** a couple hours later***

Reaper comes walking through this large white door. He's got a nearly empty bottle of Jim Beam in his right hand and turns it up and kills it. Reaper walks up to this artsy looking guy in black with white looking hair. The guy isn't twenty something and has white hair, who the fuck dyes their hair white? Reaper taps the guy on the shoulder causing the guy to turn around and look at Reaper. The man's expression nearly looks like he wants to throw up.

"Really, what's this whole black on black ensemble you're doing here Mr. Graham. The whole drunken redneck is so two thousand."

"One. Its Reaper, Two. Your stupid ass is wearing black on black too so shut the fuck up."

The white haired man does an over exaggerated shocked expression

"Oh he's feisty, I love it! I'm Pierre and I'm gonna make you fabulous!"

"I'm Reaper and if you even think about touching me I'm gonna make you dead."

"Ok...we shall not touch you. You shall touch yourself!"

"WHAT?!?!"

"you'll do all the work we'll just tell you what to do."

"Oook"

Reaper shakes his head mumbling to himself.

"Is image consulting code for gay porno? Because this guy looks like he wants to fuck me."

Reaper keeps his eyes on "Pierre" as Pierre leads Reaper towards a dressing room like area. Pierre opens the door and Reaper walks inside keeping his front towards Pierre not turning his back on him. When you turn your back is when they club you over it and the next thing you know you have some sort of ball gag in your mouth and some hick named zed is fucking you up the ass. Reaper shudders at the thought.

"Ok Mr. Reaper, the first thing we need to do is figure out what to do with that big bulky eye patch it just looks horrendous. There is no style to it what so ever."

"Well excuse the fuck out of me for only having one eye."

"No, we'll just give you a sleeker nicer looking eye patch. Make you more hip than flop."

"I can live with that."

Reaper unties his eye patch and drops it as Pierre hands Reaper another eye patch this one just covering the socket no real excess. Reaper ties it onto his head. Reaper turns to the mirror and nods

"not to bad there Jacque"

"That's Pierre"

"Might as well be Cindy you fuckin fruit."

"I have you know I'm married with two children"

"Well the mail man must be proud"

Reaper smirked as Pierre just drops his head and shakes it knowing he's beaten. Pierre puts one hand on his hip placing the other under his chin thinking.

"Well, the cowboy boots are ok. Very urban cowboy but at the same time, very rugged. But really, who wrestles in jeans?"

"I wrestle in jeans."

"Well come on, nobody wrestles in jeans, they are bulky and restrict movement ability."

"I like my movement ability and I'm not into spandex tights and shit like that."

"Well we have these new style pants they aren't spandex tights. They are more elastic than that. They are almost like jogging pants and spandex's bastard child. Now I think you need some color so how about crimson?"

"How about black?"

"Blue?"

"Black?"

"Brown?"

"Black?"

Pierre just sighs

"Fine black you unstylish brute."

Pierre turns around and grabs some sort of pants from this rack and tosses it to Reaper who just catches it and looks at Pierre like he's retarded.

"Ok?"

Pierre just shakes his head again.

"Well put them on, have to find if we need to make any adjustments."

"uh how about no."

Pierre just sighs and motions for Reaper to have a seat. Reaper sits down in this chair with a mirror towards it. Pierre walks up behind Reaper. Reaper can see him in the mirror so he just sits there.

"Now, really, the long hair is so outdated. Who has long hair anymore? You need a haircut and something with some flare. That goatee. It needs to be trimmed up as well what are you growing there a bush?"

Reaper looks at Pierre like he's about to get up and stomp a hole into Pierre but Pierre quickly grabs the pair of scissors and before Reaper even knows what's hit him Pierre has done started to clip and snip away. We see Reaper's arms swinging side to side as if he's struggling but we cant see what he looks like

***several minutes later***

We see Pierre standing outside of a door. The door is closed and Reaper is no where to be seen.

"Oh come on out you big baby... lets see it."

"Reaper steps out of the room with his new look"

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"See isn't that fabulous, the contact to make your eyes hazel was so unnecessary. The blue looks much better"

"Blue isn't brooding ya bastage"

"Who wants to be brooding."

"A son of a bitch named Reaper, that's who."

"Go try on one of the hats"

Reaper just shakes his head and goes into the room.

"You're fucking kidding me right."

"Oh come on. Lets just see it"

"I already get this joke enough."

"Oh come on."

Reaper comes out of the doorway wearing his first hat

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"I fucking hate you Jacque"

"Oh you look so adorable!"

Reaper grabs the hat and rips it in half and throws it at Pierre.

"Aww, now go try on the other one."

Reaper walks back into the room and comes back out a few minutes later

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"This would be great, if I was fighting fucking Heath Ledger!"

"oh that Heath mmm"

"Thought you said you were married with kids there fun boy."

Reaper takes off the mask and throws it at Pierre before going back into the room.

"This is a joke right?'

"What do you mean?"

"This has to be a joke, I mean yea I know I'm southern but damn."

Reaper walks out of the bathroom once more.

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"I'm not THAT southern, besides I'm fighting a white guy this week, really don't need this."

Reaper takes off the hat and tosses it to Pierre

"But put it in my bag I might find use for it another time."

Reaper chuckles and heads back into his room.

"Now see, I can live with this."

Reaper comes out one more

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Reaper picks up his arm and mocks like he's sword fighting.

"I am Zorro"

"You are horrible again. take it off!"

Reaper peels off the mask and sighs throwing it down.

"You suck."

Reaper heads back into the room for a few moments then steps back out.

"Now this is more my style."

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"If you put that on I swear to god I'll cut you with these scissors."

"Fine, I'll wait till you're not around...bitch."

Pierre does yet another exaggerated shocked expression as Reaper turns around and several minutes later comes back out in his normal attire. The hat still in his hand, Reaper tosses the pants and all into a bag and starts to make his way to the exit.

"We're not done, we have so much more of your image to change."

"I know Jacque, but I have an appointment. I'll come back later on today."

"Ok Mr. Reaper"

Reaper keeps walking and makes it out of the door. As soon as he's outside he pulls out a smoke and lights it up.

"Aint no fucking way in hell I'm coming back here. sVo can just fire me if they don't like who the hell I am."

Reaper shakes his head and heads off to his car as we fade to black.
Hamish Graham
September 19th 1963- April 4th 2013
Long Live The Reaper


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