Post by jesterslaugh on Jan 26, 2008 2:34:43 GMT -5
PARENTAL ADVISORY:
This RP is very dark and also is probably rated R. Do not read if you are easily offended by anything contained in an R rated movie or if you are a 13 year old who is going to report this. Parental Advisory to those who read this now done.
Today has not been a good day for Detective Hale. Whether it was the hobo he was pumping for information puking on his shoes, or the parking ticket that would cost him heavily. No today certainly hasn’t been what he had hoped. At this point all he wants is a strong shot of scotch and a quiet evening, unfortunately for him this just isn’t in the cards today. He reaches the front door of his office and is surprised to find that the door is open. I’m going to fire that damned secretary this time, he thinks to himself. He pushes the door open with a harsh shove, fire in his eyes.[/color]
Hale: Stephanie why the hell was the door open again?!
No response comes and Hale looks around the lobby of his office slowly. The lights have been turned off and his secretary is no where to be seen. What in the hell is going on, if she just left for no reason I am going to kill her myself. He checks her desk and notices no note or anything has been left. The emotions of the whole day are now boiling as he grabs the phone off of her desk and he prepares to lay into her, but as he raises the phone to his ear, he quickly realizes something isn’t right. The phone is dead, and is some other force was at work the door to his private office buzzes and the he hears the lock click. Detective Hale’s anger is now filled with thoughts of dread as he slowly draws his gun and makes his way to the door. He slowly pushes it open and steps in gun drawn and eyes jumping around the room.
Hale: Hello, Stephanie if this is some kind of joke, this is not funny and you are fired.
Hale keeps his eyes moving around the office until he finally settles on his desk, he slowly sees that his chair is turned around and there seems to be somebody sitting in it, smoking a cigarette.
Man: I gave Stephanie the day off
A cold voice says from the chair. Hale aims the gun towards the chair and slowly approaches.
Hale: Who the
are you, and what the hell are you doing in my office. Where is Stephanie?
Hale’s voice is filled with anger, but the terror he is feeling creeps into his words as he cannot keep the tone of his voice level.
Man: Isn’t this how you introduced yourself to me Mr. Hale. Darkened room, smoking a cigarette, wearing those “classic” detective clothes of yours. I always wondered to myself, why does he do that. Is it just to make it seem that he is more impressive, or was just to hide that fact that you are a sham.
Hale keeps moving towards the desk, he takes the safety off of his gun and prepares himself to kill a man.
Hale: I don’t know who the hell you are but I want you to stand up slowly with your hands up.
Hale reaches the desk and there is no movement from the chair, but the smoke curling up towards the ceiling.
Man: So many questions and requests you have.
The man slowly stands up with his hands up. He turns around slowly and looks directly at Hale.
Hale: Dane Christian, what the hell is going on here?
DC: I’m surprised you remembered me Mr. Hale. I mean I was just the man who came to you asking you to find a man. I am impressed.
DC brings his hands together in a sarcastic clap.[/color]
Hale: What the hell are you doing here? Where is Stephanie?
DC: I would more than happy to answer all of your questions, just let me turn this light on.
DC slowly reaches for the desk lamp.
Hale: Don’ting move. I want answers first.
Hale waves the gun at DC and DC slowly stands back up.
DC: Fine, you want answers I’ll give you answers. First what I’m doing here is getting the information on Todd, I want to know where that man is. Him and I have unfinished business. And you wanted to know who I was, well you almost got that one right. I am D.C. that is my name. Hmmm I think I’ve now answered all of your questions.
Hale: No you haven’t. Where is Stephanie?!
Hale’s voice is quaking and he doesn’t know why, but something about this new Dane Christian has him worried.
DC: Well if you would just let me turn on the light we could get to that now.
DC once again reaches for the light, but this time turns it on. The light is bright and takes a moment for Hale’s eyes to adjust, but once they have he wishes they hadn’t. There is blood everywhere in the room and DC is standing behind his desk covered from head to toe in it, a cold smile across his face.
Hale: What the?! What have you done?!
DC: Don’t you want me to answer your other question first
Hale’s mind is reeling from the sights in his office, he doesn’t even notice DC slowly move from behind the desk.
DC: Stephanie wasn’t as cooperative as I would of hoped, she was how you say a little bitchy when I was asking her my questions. And one thing lead to another and well I think it would be easier if you just saw for yourself, and all you need to do is turn around
Hale in his current state of mind turns around and stares in horror as he sees Stephanie bound and bloody in the corner of his office. His gun falls from his hand as he rushes over to her.
Hale: Stephanie, Stephanie? Wake up?
Hale crouches down next to her trying to wake her.
DC: And see now Mr. Hale, I hold the cards.
Hale turns around slowly to see DC sitting on his desk with the gun in his hand, trained on his head.
Hale: What do you want?
DC: I already told you what I wanted, and I do not like to repeat myself. So either answer my question or well things could get messy.
Hale is losing his mind, his secretary could be dead in his office, and he has a mad man with a gun pointed at him. Hale’s mouth feels like sand paper as he tries to say anything. The smile on DC’s face is one of pure maliciousness.
DC: Mr. Hale I am waiting and I am growing impatient.
Hale’s breathing is becoming harsh and quick. His mind is trying to recount the experience of his days. Hale finally remembers what DC wanted.
Hale: The information on Todd, I have it. Its in the top drawer of my desk on the right. Just take it and go. Please just take it and go.
DC steps back behind the desk never taking the gun off of Hale. DC opens the desk drawer and pulls out the folder, he flips through it quickly.
DC: Yes, this should do nicely.
DC lowers the gun slowly, Hale acts quickly and jumps up and runs right at DC. The gunshot stops Hale in his tracks. He quickly looks down but finds no bullet wound. He looks back up and follows the barrel of the gun and turns slowly to see Stephanie is bleeding badly now. He rushes back to her side trying to stop the bleeding.
Hale: Stephanie?! Stephanie?!
DC: Now Mr. Hale I really didn’t want to do that, I was truly going to let you both go. What was the worst that you could do, go to the cops with your story. They wouldn’t of believed you, I know your whole history, kicked off the force for imprisoning the wrong man from planted evidence, how your wife left you, how you spend all your nights with a bottle of scotch. Oh yes Mr. Hale I know your whole tragic tale, but now you see, you are going to have to add murder to your list of sins.
Hale turns back to find DC standing over him, and before Hale can even react DC grabs Hale’s hand and puts the gun into it.
DC: You’ll excuse me please I have other business
Hale is powerless to stop as DC moves the gun towards his head. Hale’s life flashes before his eyes, and the last noise he hears is the bang.
Message to Kagura Himecho
Who the hell are you. When I received the news that I was facing you I literally had to look up who the hell you were. But than I realized it didn’t matter. You are another flash in the life of the WFWF, another desperate jobber clinging to the hope that someday you will be on Loaded and win some prestigious title, attain the admiration of the locker room and the fans. And maybe that you will be inducted into the Hall of Fame.
But when you received who your opponent little did you realize that you would be facing your end. The one who you don’t get past, the one who kills the hope of you little jobbers. The one who when they give opponents to they know that somebody is going to get hurt. So Himecho I hope you haven’t made any long standing plans to be around here for a while, because after tonight you will leave, bleeding and hurt. And know when I say leave, I mean on a stretcher. And just because you are a woman don’t think that changes anything. So please know I’m not even doing this because I dislike you, I’m doing this because I can and you are in my way.
Fin
This RP is very dark and also is probably rated R. Do not read if you are easily offended by anything contained in an R rated movie or if you are a 13 year old who is going to report this. Parental Advisory to those who read this now done.
Today has not been a good day for Detective Hale. Whether it was the hobo he was pumping for information puking on his shoes, or the parking ticket that would cost him heavily. No today certainly hasn’t been what he had hoped. At this point all he wants is a strong shot of scotch and a quiet evening, unfortunately for him this just isn’t in the cards today. He reaches the front door of his office and is surprised to find that the door is open. I’m going to fire that damned secretary this time, he thinks to himself. He pushes the door open with a harsh shove, fire in his eyes.[/color]
Hale: Stephanie why the hell was the door open again?!
No response comes and Hale looks around the lobby of his office slowly. The lights have been turned off and his secretary is no where to be seen. What in the hell is going on, if she just left for no reason I am going to kill her myself. He checks her desk and notices no note or anything has been left. The emotions of the whole day are now boiling as he grabs the phone off of her desk and he prepares to lay into her, but as he raises the phone to his ear, he quickly realizes something isn’t right. The phone is dead, and is some other force was at work the door to his private office buzzes and the he hears the lock click. Detective Hale’s anger is now filled with thoughts of dread as he slowly draws his gun and makes his way to the door. He slowly pushes it open and steps in gun drawn and eyes jumping around the room.
Hale: Hello, Stephanie if this is some kind of joke, this is not funny and you are fired.
Hale keeps his eyes moving around the office until he finally settles on his desk, he slowly sees that his chair is turned around and there seems to be somebody sitting in it, smoking a cigarette.
Man: I gave Stephanie the day off
A cold voice says from the chair. Hale aims the gun towards the chair and slowly approaches.
Hale: Who the
are you, and what the hell are you doing in my office. Where is Stephanie?Hale’s voice is filled with anger, but the terror he is feeling creeps into his words as he cannot keep the tone of his voice level.
Man: Isn’t this how you introduced yourself to me Mr. Hale. Darkened room, smoking a cigarette, wearing those “classic” detective clothes of yours. I always wondered to myself, why does he do that. Is it just to make it seem that he is more impressive, or was just to hide that fact that you are a sham.
Hale keeps moving towards the desk, he takes the safety off of his gun and prepares himself to kill a man.
Hale: I don’t know who the hell you are but I want you to stand up slowly with your hands up.
Hale reaches the desk and there is no movement from the chair, but the smoke curling up towards the ceiling.
Man: So many questions and requests you have.
The man slowly stands up with his hands up. He turns around slowly and looks directly at Hale.
Hale: Dane Christian, what the hell is going on here?
DC: I’m surprised you remembered me Mr. Hale. I mean I was just the man who came to you asking you to find a man. I am impressed.
DC brings his hands together in a sarcastic clap.[/color]
Hale: What the hell are you doing here? Where is Stephanie?
DC: I would more than happy to answer all of your questions, just let me turn this light on.
DC slowly reaches for the desk lamp.
Hale: Don’t
ing move. I want answers first.Hale waves the gun at DC and DC slowly stands back up.
DC: Fine, you want answers I’ll give you answers. First what I’m doing here is getting the information on Todd, I want to know where that man is. Him and I have unfinished business. And you wanted to know who I was, well you almost got that one right. I am D.C. that is my name. Hmmm I think I’ve now answered all of your questions.
Hale: No you haven’t. Where is Stephanie?!
Hale’s voice is quaking and he doesn’t know why, but something about this new Dane Christian has him worried.
DC: Well if you would just let me turn on the light we could get to that now.
DC once again reaches for the light, but this time turns it on. The light is bright and takes a moment for Hale’s eyes to adjust, but once they have he wishes they hadn’t. There is blood everywhere in the room and DC is standing behind his desk covered from head to toe in it, a cold smile across his face.
Hale: What the
?! What have you done?!DC: Don’t you want me to answer your other question first
Hale’s mind is reeling from the sights in his office, he doesn’t even notice DC slowly move from behind the desk.
DC: Stephanie wasn’t as cooperative as I would of hoped, she was how you say a little bitchy when I was asking her my questions. And one thing lead to another and well I think it would be easier if you just saw for yourself, and all you need to do is turn around
Hale in his current state of mind turns around and stares in horror as he sees Stephanie bound and bloody in the corner of his office. His gun falls from his hand as he rushes over to her.
Hale: Stephanie, Stephanie? Wake up?
Hale crouches down next to her trying to wake her.
DC: And see now Mr. Hale, I hold the cards.
Hale turns around slowly to see DC sitting on his desk with the gun in his hand, trained on his head.
Hale: What do you want?
DC: I already told you what I wanted, and I do not like to repeat myself. So either answer my question or well things could get messy.
Hale is losing his mind, his secretary could be dead in his office, and he has a mad man with a gun pointed at him. Hale’s mouth feels like sand paper as he tries to say anything. The smile on DC’s face is one of pure maliciousness.
DC: Mr. Hale I am waiting and I am growing impatient.
Hale’s breathing is becoming harsh and quick. His mind is trying to recount the experience of his days. Hale finally remembers what DC wanted.
Hale: The information on Todd, I have it. Its in the top drawer of my desk on the right. Just take it and go. Please just take it and go.
DC steps back behind the desk never taking the gun off of Hale. DC opens the desk drawer and pulls out the folder, he flips through it quickly.
DC: Yes, this should do nicely.
DC lowers the gun slowly, Hale acts quickly and jumps up and runs right at DC. The gunshot stops Hale in his tracks. He quickly looks down but finds no bullet wound. He looks back up and follows the barrel of the gun and turns slowly to see Stephanie is bleeding badly now. He rushes back to her side trying to stop the bleeding.
Hale: Stephanie?! Stephanie?!
DC: Now Mr. Hale I really didn’t want to do that, I was truly going to let you both go. What was the worst that you could do, go to the cops with your story. They wouldn’t of believed you, I know your whole history, kicked off the force for imprisoning the wrong man from planted evidence, how your wife left you, how you spend all your nights with a bottle of scotch. Oh yes Mr. Hale I know your whole tragic tale, but now you see, you are going to have to add murder to your list of sins.
Hale turns back to find DC standing over him, and before Hale can even react DC grabs Hale’s hand and puts the gun into it.
DC: You’ll excuse me please I have other business
Hale is powerless to stop as DC moves the gun towards his head. Hale’s life flashes before his eyes, and the last noise he hears is the bang.
Message to Kagura Himecho
Who the hell are you. When I received the news that I was facing you I literally had to look up who the hell you were. But than I realized it didn’t matter. You are another flash in the life of the WFWF, another desperate jobber clinging to the hope that someday you will be on Loaded and win some prestigious title, attain the admiration of the locker room and the fans. And maybe that you will be inducted into the Hall of Fame.
But when you received who your opponent little did you realize that you would be facing your end. The one who you don’t get past, the one who kills the hope of you little jobbers. The one who when they give opponents to they know that somebody is going to get hurt. So Himecho I hope you haven’t made any long standing plans to be around here for a while, because after tonight you will leave, bleeding and hurt. And know when I say leave, I mean on a stretcher. And just because you are a woman don’t think that changes anything. So please know I’m not even doing this because I dislike you, I’m doing this because I can and you are in my way.
Fin
