FDS 7/18 RP: Lying to Priests

[jesterslaugh]

I hate open places, there is too much room. Always something over in the dark corners of the room, today it just happens to be D.C. standing in the corner. Yet unlike his normal self he is just standing there, shaking his head in disgust. Whatever let him do what he wants, I need to be here. I still find it hard to believe that I’m at church, but when you are losing it like this there are only two places for you, a psych ward or a church. And the wards don’t help me, so I decided I might as well try this place. The high vaulted ceilings are making my voice echo over and over.


Dane: Lord please help me. Forgive my past sins and help me. I cannot control my own thoughts anymore and I cannot trust what I am doing or saying. Lord please help me.


Not exactly the most normal prayer, but hey whatever gets it done right. My voice echoing through the church is beginning to make my head hurt. Slowly I realize that I can hear nothing else in the church besides my voice, I look up and realize that the church is completely empty besides D.C. and myself. Churches aren’t nearly as spirit lifting when you are by yourself. They take on that creepy vibe, the one that sends shivers down your spine uncontrollably. The shivers that are currently running down my spine. I try and go back to my prayer, but the vibe grows stronger and stronger, till somebody puts there hand on my shoulder. I grab their wrist and spin around quickly, with fear and anger mixing in my mind ready to strike. I look right into the eyes of a kindly old man, dressed in black with a priests collar. He smiles at me as I release his wrist.


Priest: I have never seen you here before my son. Are you new to the area?

D.C.: Tell you aren’t new, just this feeling of guilt that you let wash over you.


I ignore D.C. and turn back to the priest.


Dane: Yes I actually am. I love the church.


Lying to a holy man makes me feel a bit bad, but it’s better than the truth.


D.C.: Lying to a priest. I’m not a religious man but I’m pretty sure that is a cardinal sin.

Dane: I don’t need your help D.C. get the hell out of here.

D.C.: Hey, I’m just saying you are the one who is praying and crap.


My anger at D.C. is quickly growing, but I look back into the Priest’s eyes and they are warm and seem to calm me down.


Priest: Well I’m glad to have you here than. Is there anything troubling you that I might be able to help you with.


The thoughts of murder and blood, the endless acts of violence I’m perpetuated lately, all of this floods into my mind and I see D.C. smile from his corner. Maybe if I tell him this, I’ll be rid of it, maybe I’ll be able to go back to my old self. Maybe everything will be alright again, but before I can say anything.


D.C.: I wonder if killing a holy man is different than killing a normal man.

Dane: What are you talking about?

D.C.: Well I mean they are ordained in the light of god, so wouldn’t you think that if you tried to kill one god would have to step in and stop you?

Dane: Priests are murdered all the time. “God” does not step in to stop it.

D.C.: See now that’s a good thing to know, because I swear if you breathe one word of what has gone on over this past month, he will be just another statistic than.


D.C.’s cold smile stares back at me, my stomach churns mercilessly. I somehow muster a smile and stare into the priest’s eyes.


Dane: No father, I’m good.


I turn quickly from him and head for the door. D.C. is already outside by the time I exit the doors.


D.C.: Hey, it isn’t that I don’t want people to know what has been happening, but not quite yet you know. When they find out I want it to be like a masterpiece.

Dane: Whatever, I don’t even care anymore. I don’t need you anymore.


D.C.’s fist slams quickly into the wall in front of me halting me in my tracks. His face right in mine, his breathe hot.


D.C.: Dane you don’t realize how much you need me, but you do.


He smiles that damned smile again.


D.C.: But this week it isn’t about any masterpiece. This week is about getting back on track to winning us some more money.


The way he switches from speaking about murder to wrestling makes me shiver. It is almost as if he considers them the same thing.


D.C.: You have some guy who is just returning, and you shouldn’t have a problem. He is just some loser that is trying to make a big deal cause he just got back.

Dane: Ok D.C. whatever you say.

D.C.: No Dane you don’t get it, unless you start winning again. I won’t need you.

He begins to laugh. I don’t even want to know what he means by that.



Fin

[jesterslaugh]

Yah....This RP is probably pretty confusing.

I'll just say this nobody but Dane can hear D.C. If you ever saw Mr Brookes it is one of those situations.

Besides that this RP isn't very good, I rushed it cause I thought the deadline was tommorow so I didn't get to do everything I wanted with it.

[sonstuds]

I dunno, after reading this I really don't know what the priest actually accomplished or contributed. He only had about two lines. I kind of got the sense it was a segway into that DC point about how if killing a priest is the same as killing a regular man (which was kind of random to me, but admittedly I don't know what you've been doing in the House Shows). I do however think you're one of the better roleplayers here when it comes to dialogue between yourself.

[jesterslaugh]

Yah, if you had read all the house show stuff it would probably make more sense and the priest pretty much was a segway. As I said this RP was real rushed.

And I'm glad to be considered one of the better roleplayers at something.