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| thatdamnunstoppable23 | Jan 26 2005, 11:13 PM Post #1 |
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**Ragin' and Hutch watch the days events unfold. Things have been said, promises vowed, threats made. Ragin' grabs his bags and slings them over his shoulder causing Hutch to turn and look at him briefly.** Hutch: "You leaving, man? The limo won't be here for 30 minutes." **Ragin' glances at the screen, the image of Nightmare talking and he nods. He pushes open the door and walks down the corridor before exiting the arena entirely. Ragin' pulls his hood up over his long black hair and scowls at the pouring rain outside the building. He steps out into a puddle and curses, Radiohead's 'Karma Police' plays softly in the background. Yeah, it's cinematic but it's my roleplay you know. We hear voices echoing in the head of the Master of the Rage as his footsteps echo across the damp paving.** Marc Malicious: "You are far from what you were, Ragin...you are nothing anymore." **The rain pours down heavily on Ragin's heavy frame, drips forming on his nose and running down his cheeks. Each thundering footstep creates a small splash as his saturating feet take him to no where in particular.** Nightmare: "And Ragin', I'm sorry, but I don't aspire to become a washed up has-been, alright?" **Lights reflect back in the haze of the water on the ground, Ragin' almost bumps into a passer by but Ragin' easily sidesteps him and ignores the anger of the insignificant side character.** Bleak: "Ragin' has reached his peak and his been on a downward spiral for quite some time now." Orion: "You Ragin' are last in line, at the end of the queue, the bottom of the pile." **Ragin's bags hit the ground with a wet thud. His fists ball up and his knuckles whiten. The camera pans to focus on his drenched features, a look of determination and defiance. He whispers the words.. 'No more..' and the camera fades out.** |
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