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| Shilo Valiant vs. Marcus V. Lopez; Regular Singles Match - One Fall | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 1 2012, 07:47 PM (154 Views) | |
| Allocco | Oct 1 2012, 07:47 PM Post #1 |
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| Dresser Boys | Oct 12 2012, 07:30 PM Post #2 |
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Dresser Boy | Marcus V. Lopez | "His New Karma List" {The episode starts in Las Vegas, Nevada at the Royale Majestic Casino. The scene opens to Marcus standing at a table outside the bar in the casino. He is dressed in nice clothes of black pants and a colorful button shirt as only he would like. Standing next to him his is friend and manager Sparky who is dressed up in a furry bear suit. They both turn their heads and look at each other and after a few seconds Marcus is the first to turn his head away and takes a sip of his drink.} Marcus V. Lopez: Why am I the only one dat can see you? Sparky: I don’t know, maybe I sip something in your drink to make you halliunate. {Marcus splits his sip back into the glass and puts it back on the table.} Sparky: I’m kidding. I have no idea why only you can see me, but really I don’t care very much either. Marcus V. Lopez: Dis is so unfair. I’m finally making my way back to the big match again and finally be World Champion and I’ve got to go an lose my mind. It’s so unfair. Sparky: Maybe it’s not all bad. Maybe I was send here by someone else. Someone to watch over you and make sure you win the World Title. Marcus V. Lopez: You mean Lady Karma? Sparky: Yeah sure we’ll go with that or whatever kooky thing you want to believe in. Marcus V. Lopez: Wait, no I’m not listening to you. You’ve already given me horrible advice. I listened to you and ended up punching Cammy and wrecking her and Violator’s vacation. I don’t know if he’ll ever speak to me again after that. Sparky: Oh yeah that was just a terrible idea, wasn’t it? You want respect so I told you to stand up to the person that has never showed you any. Now he knows not to mess with you. Marcus V. Lopez: Bonjour! He’s going to kill me if he ever sees me again. Sparky: And then you’ll just have to stand up to him. Jesus Christ, am I the only one doing any thinking around here? Marcus V. Lopez: Probably. I come back to Majestic and already I’ve managed to get wins against three guys and now I’m booked against Shilo Valiant and is anyone taking notice? No, I just got some British Guy coming up to me and talking like he is better than me. Sparky: Who is this guy? Marcus V. Lopez: Stanley Waddlington. Psh, why am I talking a guy like dat serious? Sparky: Because you’re stupid. Now MV we might not know why I’m here, but I do know that I can help you. What we need to do is show this Stanley Wankington… Marcus V. Lopez: Waddington. Sparky: Whatever, my point is you want to be respected? Then you got to whip his ass and the Queen’s ass. Marcus V. Lopez: You’re right. I’m not going to be push around and laughed at. I’ll kick his ass and Katie Steward’s. Let’s see what they have to say when I beat Shilo Valiant on the next Salvation show. {Marcus pounds the table with his fist and walks away with feeling a surge of adrenaline running through his veins.} Sparky: Actually I didn’t mean that Queen, but yeah sure that could work too. ___________________________________________________________ {The scene opens on the strip in Las Vegas and Marcus is seen walking on the sidewalk and looking around. Sparky is seen running up to him.} Sparky: Hey slow down, where are you going? What are you doing? I said you need to whoop some ass back at the Royale Majeetic and you leave. What the hell is wrong with you? Marcus V. Lopez: No, it’s like you said. I need to go out and beat the biggest star dat Majestic has and who is bigger than the Premier Champion who I got a match with. I just got to get in his head. {Marcus spins around in a circle trying to find something.} Sparky: MV this is madness. You can’t get in the head of a lunatic clown. Marcus V. Lopez: Nonsense. Dis is Vegas. They got everything dat I need to reach my goal of being World Champion. Sparky: What are you talking about? Do you think you can just turn around and right there in front of you will be the door way into the mind of Shilo Valiant? {Sparky turns around and waves his arm like is magically making something appear to mock Marcus. Sparky mocking backfires on him as he is now staring at the Circus Cirus casino in Las Vegas.} Sparky: Holy Shit… Marcus V. Lopez: You see Sparky, I need I wasn’t crazy. (Looks at Sparky) No more crazy. If you want to know how a clown acts you have to spend a little time with them. {Marcus starts walking towards the casino and Sparky follows behind.} Sparky: Oh please this isn’t going to work. These are just regular funny clowns. They are never like Shilo Valiant. You got in there and think Shilo Valiant is a joke well then Stanley Wankington will continue to show you disrespect. Marcus V. Lopez: So what should I do? Sparky: If you want to see a show more like Shilo’s Karnivale. I got just the place. Marcus V. Lopez: I’m listening. ___________________________________________________________ {The scene opens 30 minutes later to Marcus and Sparky sitting in a crowd of people and looking up at a show being put on by Circue du Soleil.} Marcus V. Lopez: Dis was your idea? How is dis goingto help me vs. Shilo Valiant or anyone in Majestic? Sparky: Oh you know (thinking) doesn’t his girlfriend do this kind of stuff? So you’ll know the kind of shit he is into. Marcus V. Lopez: I think dat you’re just making dis up. What is your real reason for wanting to be here? Sparky: Come on MV, it’s a show. Isn’t this supposed to be like one of those shows you have to see when you’re in Vegas? Well I’m in Vegas. Marcus V. Lopez: Bonjour! You’re going to be making me drag you all over Vegas, aren’t you? Sparky: Don’t worry there isn’t a whole lot of first that this bear has left to cross off if you know what I mean? Marcus V. Lopez: (sicken) Oh, dat is disgusting. I don’t want to talk about this. Sparky: What did you think your love life was a real pleased to listen too? Oh you love Ashlee, but no way you mean a girl in France while you were on a break and now you love her.Oh wait, you got Ashlee knocked up. You broke up with the French girl and moved to Las Vegas and now you’re dating Ana. You’re either John Mayer or you’re not MV and trust me on this. You’re no John Mayer. Marcus V. Lopez: What the hell are you talking about? Sparky: Just shut up and stop thinking. No one cares and no one is interested. Marcus V. Lopez: I liked you better when you were just a bear. Sparky: Well that life is over and I now want to experience living and one of these performers. They would be pretty interesting in the bedroom. Marcus V. Lopez: Ok, first just no. Second, I’m not complaining about anything. I think dat I’m actually focused. I came back to Majestic and I know what I want and I’m actually progression to dat goal. Matt Caje and Barron Darksoul were a bit of a challenge. One was a veteran and the other a monster and I found a way to overcome dat. Onyx is a fighter in the ring and I still managed to survive dat and win. Now all dat I got to do is just beat the Majestic Champion and then maybe I’ll get another chance. Sparky: (watching the performer) Do you think they’ll let the public try doing this. It looks like it could be some fun. Marcus V. Lopez: It shouldn’t be dat hard. What are the chances of him taking me seriously? To him I’m the real clown. Well there isn’t going to be any pie in my face after dis match, right Sparky? {Marcus turns to Sparky and notices that he is no longer sitting next to him. Marcus looks around trying to find him.} Marcus V. Lopez: Sparky? {Marcus stands up along with the rest of the audience and they applaud the finale of the show, but Marcus is left looking around for Sparky as the scene fades.} ___________________________________________________________ {The scene opens back at the Royale Majestic Casino and inside Marcus and Sparky’s hotel room. The door opens up and Marcus walks inside with Sparky following him.} Marcus V. Lopez: Don’t wander off like dat again. Sparky: Yeah I’m sorry Mom. I just saw something that didn’t bore me. Marcus V. Lopez: Shut Up! {Sparky walks over and sits down on the couch.} Marcus V. Lopez: While you were off trying to find a way backstage to the show. I was figuring out what I was going to do about Shilo Valiant. Sparky: And what did you come up with? Marcus V. Lopez: I’m going to take your advice. My Karma list of checking of things dat I need to do. Well they’re names now and last week was Violator Black was the name I crossed off dat list. Dis week its going to be Katie Steward. Sparky: Katie Steward? SCW’s Queen? Does she even know you exist? Marcus V. Lopez: Oh she knows and she’s also going to know dat I’m better than her because I’m going to beat Shilo Valiant and then I’ll send her the match so she knows. Sparky: So you want a match with Katie Steward: Marcus V. Lopez: Did I want a match with Violator when you told me to go back and get the respect I’m owed? No. They are 2 people dat never thought I could be better and I’m going to prove to my biggest critics dat they are wrong. Sparky: (nods) Sounds like a solid plan. I guess you don’t need me. Marcus V. Lopez: Are you going to turn back into a bear? Sparky: No idiot I’m going to sleep. {Sparky stands up and walks over to the bed to sleep and the scene fades.} ___________________________________________________________ {The scene opens to Marcus sitting in his hotel room. Sparky is lying in bed asleep. The camera focuses in on Marcus as he looks to be deep in his thoughts.} Marcus V. Lopez: (voiceover narration) Dis is it. Dis is the moment dat I wanted. I’m facing the Majestic Champion Shio Valiant. Mr. Allocco must really have wanted me back if he is giving me dis opportunity. Maybe I might get by on my luck with Shilo Valiant having Hiro Tanaka on the horizon and yeah that would be great for me. Dat’s what I am to Shilo Valiant isn’t it. How can I beat him? By luck, of course. Shilo Valiant is a God of Wrestling winner. He is the best in the business and now he’s facing me, someone who made it to the big match once a few years ago and lost it. Marcus V. Lopez: But now I’ve found my peace and my desire to get back in the ring and try once again to get to dat point. Shilo Valiant might be on top of the wrestling business right now. He’s won the World Title, he’s proven himself against the best in the business and he’s got a beautiful girlfriend by his side. I’m facing a man dat has it all. Marcus V. Lopez: And Shilo Valiant is facing a man dat is living in a hotel room and sharing a bed with a stuff teddy bear dat is his best friend while he lives 2200 miles away from his daughter chasing a foolish dream. Oh yeah dis is definitely a match between two titans of the squared circles. Dat’s not going to be my life. I’m going to have as much faith in me dat Mr. Allocco saw to give me dat second chance. I’m more dangerous than Shilo Valiant knows. I’m being driven by my desire to be champion dat it my dream. Shilo Valiant he is only onto dat championship with an iron grip and sprouting off tdat we’ll have to kill him if we want it. (Smiling) Well dat’s just what the French Destroyer can do. Dat’s what I’m going to bring to dis match. Dat’s what the fans want to see. Marcus V. Lopez hitting one of the best moves in the business. Shilo Valiant, he is the best and Marcus V. Lopez can be the best. I’m not looking to just face Shilo Valiant and I;m not looking pass him. Dis is a match dat is going to show dat I can hang with the champion. Just like my one match I had years ago. I might not have walked out the Champion, but I earned my spot. I can’t beat Shilo Valiant because all can do is show him that I can belong there too. (Smiling) And dat’s when I will beat him. {Marcus nods his head knowing he is on his path to his dreams. He reaches over and shuts off the light to end the scene and the episode.} |
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| Shilo Valiant | Oct 12 2012, 10:56 PM Post #3 |
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OOC: Hey guys. Sorry I could only get one up for this match. Hectic week with projects and the like! The events of this rp coincide with the events involving Marina Trent and SCW and Breakdown, though it should all be explained in the rp. I tried to use more of a CD base with MR in there as well to create more of a subtle tactic for the upcoming PPV. Please enjoy. NECROPHOBIA! --Lost Soul-- "Shades of Kindness" I couldn't be certain how long I sat in that chair or stood in the room for the first moments of the event that eventually unfolded. Was it an hour? Two hours? Ten minutes? I couldn't be certain. There were times in the past that I had felt this uncertainty of the passage of time. There was the moment before I walked through the curtains on my last Rise to Greatness. The one where I eventually pinned Jason Zero, the supposed "greatest SCW champion of all time". There was the moments leading up to my chamber pod being open and entering the Elimination Chamber. Waiting in that pod, knowing it would be only a matter of time before I was released to the five other superstars that wanted me gone as a threat. There was my time in the Blood Labyrinth of the Kings of Shadows, lying prone on the ground as Ian Ryper was set to deliver the final blow. A blow that never connected, thanks to the woman I now was visiting. And there was the time I was unconscious in the hospital...last August...I felt my facial muscles, the ones on my right side, twitching under my mask. The time I had spent in dreaming limbo, unaware of what was happening to the woman that had sized my life. Marina. There was no exact moment in time that had led to me being here. In some way, I figured it was a series of events, starting at SCW's Apocalypse. I had gone to that town as a personal matter. Majestic did not need me that week, and it certainly would have no qualms with me visiting a woman that they clearly wanted more involved with their promotion. I had left without hesitation and ensured that a fine championship belt be made for Marina. She had had hers stolen from her by a rather bitter and immature, if I could say nothing else, girl. Still, there was a far more selfish reason. Seeing her smile. She doesn't remember me, my mind screamed for the umpteenth time. It had shouted that response too back then, but at that time, I hadn't cared. I had forgotten. I was ashamed to admit it, but I had forgotten what her smile had looked like. I had seen her smile at others when she was at the library...or rather...the man she knew as Nights Mythias had seen her. She'd never know that he and Shilo Valiant were one and the same... Night had seen her smile but it wasn't the RIGHT smile. The kind that lit up a room. That made others smile when they saw it, corny and cliche as it sounded. I hadn't seen it...and I had begun to forget what it looked like. And that was what hurt most of all. I could get over everything else in SCW, but Marina's near-loss of faith in me, coupled with how our argument over my supposed "involvement" on that fateful Pay-Per-View...so different than a few hours earlier. I didn't want to forget, and when I presented her with that custom "Black Swan title", I knew I never would forget it again. She had smiled so brightly, tears were brimming around her eyes- Ha! I had foolishly thought I had made things worse, but she had hugged me so tightly, thankful for it all. That smile, was why I had done it. And why I was here now. Even though it was coupled with her angry and tearful looks hours later. Even with the argument we had that had driven the two of us apart again in anger and hurt. Still, I wish I had stayed with her. Done more than yell... I hadn't seen her since that argument, except on Breakdown. I had watched that from my television over in Brampton. Watched her get drugged. Watched her get taken. And get her hair bleached blonde. I looked up again to see her sitting in a chair nearby, absentmindedly tugging on a lock of that blonde hair. She hated it. Hated it with a passion. Hated it because it was unnatural. A cheat. A way for SCW to try and lump her in with the same group of people they deemed as "theirs". They wanted all their champions to be such puppets. A look at the championship holders was clear on that. Syren, Jake Starr, Thorn, even Rachel Foxx. They all fit a pattern of tradition "Yes-Men" that inevitably would follow the Directors had any given time. Starr had done so when he returned, Thorn was a fan-favorite as a tag guy cause he followed the SCW orders. Foxx, despite her renewal of her "villainous" nature, it would only be a matter of time before she was following their movement, if not already. And Syren...well...there was a reason she couldn't get the main title I held now. Marina, it seemed, was being forced through that straw and join them. And she was fighting it. But in her eyes, she was losing. I think that was what unnerved me and made me think about when she smiled at me, so brightly. There was nothing else for me to do then, and I really didn't have a choice on actions now either. --Shilo-- Do you trust me? --Marina-- Of course. I stood up then, my eyes scanning around her apartment, lavished as it was with furniture and such fine things. With my previous earnings, I could easily have afforded a place such as this for her. But Marina had been different and materials weren't something that she cared much for, unless they had some kind of significance to them. For a moment, I felt the grip of pain clench around my chest and I quickly breathed, though quietly as possible so my former mate could not notice. How much of MY Marina was left in that woman? Any at all? Or was I just hoping and dreaming? LIke I was hoping and dreaming that Marina had been misinformed about Apocalypse. She hadn't been. Shaking my head, I guided Marina into her bathroom and as she took a sit, I reached up to view several of the cosmetic products in the cupboards, pulling out the items I needed. --Shilo-- Certainly do have much stuff here. --Marina-- It's my mother's. --Shilo-- Your mother? She live here too? --Marina-- No, but she visits and brings stuff. I don't want to hurt her feelings by saying no. I only nodded at that. The rest of it, I can't be certain how it happened. It really all went by in a blur to me. I knew the intention was very clear to me. I wanted to remove the blonde. It was not her hair. It was not hers. It was not her style or what she believed in. What it was, was someone trying to force her through somewhere she did not wish to be. In much the same way, I could imagine my Marina being forced as she currently was by her parents, going different ways. ––Marina–– Is everything alright? ––Shilo–– Yeah. Everything is fine. I really wasn't listening to her right now. Far too focused at the task at hand, that I almost forgot how absurd this was. Hair dying after midnight with a woman that doesn't remember anything about you, yet you are her mate. I was surprised neither of us were thrown into the slammer. Luck, or whatever it was, I was glad to be here with Marina. Her hair felt so close to what it had been moments after I had defeated Shawn Winters for the SCW championship. She had been so happy then too. I guess, I realized as I began the second coating...had 20 mins passed so quickly?...that, in my own way, I was trying to get her to be that woman again. Maybe, i thought for a moment, this would help bring back the Marina I knew. My own pipe dream, yes, but I had to believe in it. It was really all i had left outside of wrestling. ––Shilo–– Nothing. I was just thinking. Slowly my fingers were back in her hair, massaging the scalp and bringing the colors of the dye more into her hair. --Marina-- Why are you doing this? After what I said? --Shilo-- I said some things too. --Marina-- No, but you needed to say them. I was being spoiled. --Shilo-- I was being selfish. --Marina-- You just wanted to help and I jumped to conclusions. --Shilo-- You had reasons to do so. --Marina-- Why is it we always do that? --Shilo-- Do what? --Marina-- That. Just go around in circles, I say one thing, you say something that refutes the claim and supports my character. Then you do it, and I follow suit. We blast ourselves while praising each other. --Shilo-- I don't remember ever doing that before. --Marina-- Yes, we do. When I became Soul-Merchant, you kept blaming yourself for holding me back and you... I heard her voice trail off, but I was too shocked to say a word for a moment. Her eyes were wide, her face confused, as I'm sure her spirit was as well. Reaching up, her hand resting on the sink counter, she looked back at me. --Marina-- What did I just say? --Shilo-- That's what I want to know. How do you remember those words? Soul-Merchant? --Marina-- I... She seemed lost in thought for a moment before smiling. --Shilo-- You remember something that happened. How? --Marina-- So it DID happen. --Shilo-- Answer the question, please. --Marina-- I'm not sure. I don't even know what a Soul-Merchant is. All I know is that at some point, I was one. And you and I were at it like we are now. That's all I remember. She spoke, eerie-calm in her tone. --Shilo-- Well, that is something then. She nodded once more before getting to her feet. --Shilo-- 20-30 mins then rinse. I'll wait for you outside. --Marina-- Alright. I moved out of the bathroom, closing the massive door behind me so as to give her some privacy. Alone in her room, my mind began piecing it together. Yes, I knew I had to focus at the task at hand. I had a match at Majestic, for once. I had enjoyed my time there, that was to be sure. It was better than sitting in a hospital or at home. And since the SCW idiots STILL wouldn't clear me to wrestler, Majestic was where I had to be. Still, as I heard Marina in the washroom, humming a tune of sorts, I guess, I could not help the apprehension I felt. It had been weeks, possibly a month since I had competed. It didn't matter if I was up against a monster like Shawn Winters or a rookie like Dylan Howell. I could feel the ring rust in my body. Feel the tired nature. I had fought Remy on pure adrenaline, using the doubt of the masses and anger I felt towards them and SCW to pull off a win. I wasn't entirely certain I could do it again. Now that the high-thrill of "Oh my god" was way over and done. I certainly wasnt as flexible as before and now I worried about my mask. Would the lack of perception and peripheral vision cost me? It hadn't at Legacy, but again, that had been a flight or fight match. This match was nothing. It meant nothing. It didn't affect me as a wrestler, nor did it affect the main-event of Heaven is Hell or whatever the Allocco groin-spawn had called it. It was still going to happen, win or lose to MV Lopez or whatever his name was. Releasing a breath, I tried to focus on that, but the absurdity made it harder and harder till I forced my eyes closed under the mask for a moment, my mind immediately jumping back to good news. Marina was remembering. It was a flutter memory at best, a trace memory of a word or phrase or a clouded event. But she was remembering. It was all true. It was all true... I heard the shower get turned on, the sound of water falling filled my ears and I breathed out slowly, trying to find the center of strength within my form. Not really sure I had one, nor a center for logic or common sense. If it was true and Marina was regaining her memory, then how long till she found out her father and brother were involved with murder? That they threatened my family and hers and set up this fake life just cause they wanted her like a possession. And what if she did remember all that? Would she still be able to choose me? Or find someone else? Gods, my mind fumbled, I didn't have time to have such thoughts in my head. I was tired enough as it was with it getting close to 1:30 am now. And Marina would be tired too. Would she want me to go? I asked quietly in my mind. I really hadn't thought this through. I'd have to sleep in the parking lot in my car tonight, I realized- Doesn't matter! It was worth it in the end to help her, to see her smile and to find out she was remembering! --Shilo-- Is it really? The spike of anger hit me and without a second thought, my hand pulled the cloak and mask off my face. The scarred visage that greeted me, I recognized all too well. It was my nightmares. The face that Marina screamed in fear at in said nightmares. The face everyone in Majestic and SCW were laughing at. The face that a man like MV would have no problems wanting to beat so he could "just prove he could still hang". It was a face no one could love. And it was a fate that belonged to me. Sighing, though I dont know why, I pulled the hood and mask over my face again just in time as the door opened. My fingers fumbling, I made sure the mask was secured as Marina walked through the door, her head swishing left and right in dramatic style and her hair following, the ebony black and white revealed. Not a blonde hair left on her head. --Marina-- How do I look? She asked, standing in front of me with a huge smile on her face. I could not help myself, and I was glad my mask was still on, as I smiled at her from under it. --Shilo-- Better than blonde. --Marina-- Why thank you. --Shilo-- Ha! --Marina-- No, I mean it. Her face became serious, though not in a threatening way. --Marina-- No, I mean it. Thank you. --Shilo-- It's fine. Nothing to worry about- I couldn't finish the sentence as a yawn escaped me. I shook my head in time to see Marina observing me. --Shilo-- What? --Marina-- You're tired. --Shilo-- It's nearly two am, yes. --Marina-- Alright, no way I'm letting you head home to Brampton tonight. She spoke matter-of-factly, walking past me to pull several cushions from the nearby couch. --Shilo-- It's not that- Another yawn escaped me and I turned my head back to Marina in time to see her pull out a sofa bed from under the couch. --Marina-- It's comfy and you can rest here tonight. --Shilo-- No, Marina, I- She guided me down, I could feel my awareness slipping. Would I feel so awake during my match with MV? The guy was a shadow, coming in and out of SCW and now Majestic like the damn breeze. He held no REAL success outside of what? A few underground wins? Was that it? Was there more? Dresser Boys? I couldn't remember, my mind slipping as I lay on the soft surface of the bed... --Shilo-- Have to make it to airport for Majestic. Gotta record promo. --Marina-- You will. Just rest for a moment and I'll make you make your flight. Gods, my head felt like it was swimming, losing consciousness. Like any minutes and you're done. --Marina-- Why don't you tell me of this match you have soon? --Shilo-- Ambition vs. Rust. Guy's been in and out of wrestling worse than me. Years, months. --Marina-- So he's rust? --Shilo-- No...I'm rust. Me. I....rememberer that...MV wants to get back in the name so he doesn't become security or reference. He doesnt' even think he'll beat me. Even this tired, I'd kick his ass. --Marina-- Uh huh and because you're not fighting at your best, you think you'll lose? --Shilo-- I think I'll be hurt by someone involved. --Marina-- That's why... I heard her stop, but I couldn't. MV or no, he was just a guy travelling to become relevant. If he wasted as much time on his career as he did with everything else. --Shilo-- He's a nobody. No differentthan the rookie or - yawn- someone trying to make his name through me. Only, no imposter! --Marina (soothingly)-- No imposter. You've got him pegged. I did didn't I? I had remained undefeated in Majestic for over half a year. I DID have this guy pugged. After all, a guy that quits SCW as often as he had clearly had issues with commitment and probably no talent. I laughed a little before yawning once more. I wasn't even hiding them anymore. --Shilo-- I'll be fine. Really, I- My eyes closed once, forgetting where I was...who I was...what I was... Was I just kissed? Someone did... Mom... Faith... Marina... What was I... The End |
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