Post by Jack Sinister on Aug 9, 2011 5:12:27 GMT -5
RP for- Tiffany Supreme vs Scarlet Rain
People involved- Scythe Bloodline
Special Thanks- To Chasity for the fan letters
Tiffany watched the rain fall down, her mother was late once again picking her up from the , when wasn't she late picking her up though?
She was sitting in a ledge next to a window, the rain outside was pouring down. She sighed it made her think of being back in England where she spend her summer, rainy grey miserable summers. She noticed a tall dark figure in a cloak walking through the rain, it only took one glance at his skull headed black cane to figure out who it was. Tiff grunted and kicked the wall nearly breaking her ankle.
She seethed through her teeth and grabbed her ankle rubbing it as she looked up and seen the man enter the building. She leaned back hard letting her head hit the wall and folded her arms over her chest after she'd pulled the hood from her two sizes too big hoodie.
His damp wet footsteps squished through the halls like an echo in a cave. Tiff felt like running but watched as Jesse Crawford, or as in the IWS people knew him Scythe Bloodline. Actually she sighed thinking to herself, Jesse Crawford was almost a ghost of a person, he was consumed with being Scythe, he was obsessed with holding together his order, his creed, his bloodline of brothers.
As she heard his footsteps she closed her eyes. "Hey, I was sent to pick you up."
"My mom couldn't even do it?" She scuffed out in a cold tone.
"She is not feeling well."
"Yeah well..." She pulled her backpack on and followed Scythe out of the school into the raining outdoors. She would hum to herself every time it rained.
'Rain rain go away, come again some other day.'
The scene fades as they exit the school building.
As the scene reopens Tiffany is sitting at her bed reading the letters that came to her in the mail. She was the one that got the mail so she usually filtered through it.
Dear Tiffany so-called “Supreme”,
You had better back off of Jack! He is mine! One day I will marry him and we will have a very pretty family.
Jack does not love you, he loves me. If you do not back off I will come and find you. I know where you live, and I will take Jack from you. Make your life easier, and end things now.
<3 Jacks Future Wife
Tiffany was tired of getting letters about how much Jack loved these girls he's never met before. They all seemed to think because they dreamed about him that he dreamed about them. She opened another one, why did she torture herself, maybe there was a little girl out there that looked up to her, maybe. She took another letter and opened it.
Hey Bitch,
Jack Sinister belongs to me.
Jack's dream girl
She grunted and tossed the papers away. Jack was her best friend, but she didn't feel like being his running mate. She had diffrent things she wanted to go after. Costa winning that Amazon championship proved that only that much more to her. Angel was jealous of her just like those girls that like to write her letters.
She picked up the phone and called Jack, it rang, and rang. Then "Hey...."
"Jack hey..."
"So like this is my voice mail, did you think I had free time to pick up my cell, you crazy! Haha, so leave me a message I hit you back later. ..... beeb."
She couldn't even leave a message, it wasn't important enough to talk to him. She felt herself wanting to cry, she hung up the phone and walked over to her sewing kit, she took out a pair of scissors and walked over to her mirror. She had a cloth in her free hand and looked at her full length mirror. She slide her shorts down slightly and looked at her love handles she hated them, they were so wide. She took the tip of the scissors and slit into the ton of lard she seen, blood started to drip down. She didn't feel she was bleeding bad enough and pressed harder with the tip of the scissors to go deeper. The tears flowed down her face, but at least this time they were because of a reflex, not anything that her will power could be questioned about.
She put the cloth on her cut and then put down the scissors. She'd done this before, every time she was upset, when people let her down. When she let them down. The instant endorphin rush always made her feel better.
She walked over to her bed and went to bed, she could dream about things to do in the future. Someday everything would get better.
"This is because he hangs out with Rain more often, I decided to get more serious training and so did he. Now we hardly ever get to hang out or spend time together. I have practice all the time, so does he. Now he convinced Rain to start wrestling again, but why? I would have been his tag team partner if he needed one. I would have been more then happy to be running mates just like we are outside of the IWS." She rolled over and her endorphin buzz seemed to be dying down and the pain of her cut on her upper thigh was setting in, she drifted off to sleep as she sat there thinking about her match with Rain. If she didn't win the match, she was going to show Rain that she wasn't somebody to fuck with. She's tired of being teased and bullied, this was a lot tougher then she figured, her grades were dropping and she was in danger of losing her eligibility to do cheer leading. Deep down she had started this just because Jack was doing it, but now she actually seemed more inclined to wrestle then doing any other sport.
Rain was the daughter of a wrestler, Tiff doesn't know her father. She is a good hand to hand combat fighter though. Rain will need a lot to get past her. Tiff slipped off into her dream about being face to face with Rain in the ring and playing the match out in 1 million different ways as the scene fades.
People involved- Scythe Bloodline
Special Thanks- To Chasity for the fan letters
Tiffany watched the rain fall down, her mother was late once again picking her up from the , when wasn't she late picking her up though?
She was sitting in a ledge next to a window, the rain outside was pouring down. She sighed it made her think of being back in England where she spend her summer, rainy grey miserable summers. She noticed a tall dark figure in a cloak walking through the rain, it only took one glance at his skull headed black cane to figure out who it was. Tiff grunted and kicked the wall nearly breaking her ankle.
She seethed through her teeth and grabbed her ankle rubbing it as she looked up and seen the man enter the building. She leaned back hard letting her head hit the wall and folded her arms over her chest after she'd pulled the hood from her two sizes too big hoodie.
His damp wet footsteps squished through the halls like an echo in a cave. Tiff felt like running but watched as Jesse Crawford, or as in the IWS people knew him Scythe Bloodline. Actually she sighed thinking to herself, Jesse Crawford was almost a ghost of a person, he was consumed with being Scythe, he was obsessed with holding together his order, his creed, his bloodline of brothers.
As she heard his footsteps she closed her eyes. "Hey, I was sent to pick you up."
"My mom couldn't even do it?" She scuffed out in a cold tone.
"She is not feeling well."
"Yeah well..." She pulled her backpack on and followed Scythe out of the school into the raining outdoors. She would hum to herself every time it rained.
'Rain rain go away, come again some other day.'
The scene fades as they exit the school building.
As the scene reopens Tiffany is sitting at her bed reading the letters that came to her in the mail. She was the one that got the mail so she usually filtered through it.
Dear Tiffany so-called “Supreme”,
You had better back off of Jack! He is mine! One day I will marry him and we will have a very pretty family.
Jack does not love you, he loves me. If you do not back off I will come and find you. I know where you live, and I will take Jack from you. Make your life easier, and end things now.
<3 Jacks Future Wife
Tiffany was tired of getting letters about how much Jack loved these girls he's never met before. They all seemed to think because they dreamed about him that he dreamed about them. She opened another one, why did she torture herself, maybe there was a little girl out there that looked up to her, maybe. She took another letter and opened it.
Hey Bitch,
Jack Sinister belongs to me.
Jack's dream girl
She grunted and tossed the papers away. Jack was her best friend, but she didn't feel like being his running mate. She had diffrent things she wanted to go after. Costa winning that Amazon championship proved that only that much more to her. Angel was jealous of her just like those girls that like to write her letters.
She picked up the phone and called Jack, it rang, and rang. Then "Hey...."
"Jack hey..."
"So like this is my voice mail, did you think I had free time to pick up my cell, you crazy! Haha, so leave me a message I hit you back later. ..... beeb."
She couldn't even leave a message, it wasn't important enough to talk to him. She felt herself wanting to cry, she hung up the phone and walked over to her sewing kit, she took out a pair of scissors and walked over to her mirror. She had a cloth in her free hand and looked at her full length mirror. She slide her shorts down slightly and looked at her love handles she hated them, they were so wide. She took the tip of the scissors and slit into the ton of lard she seen, blood started to drip down. She didn't feel she was bleeding bad enough and pressed harder with the tip of the scissors to go deeper. The tears flowed down her face, but at least this time they were because of a reflex, not anything that her will power could be questioned about.
She put the cloth on her cut and then put down the scissors. She'd done this before, every time she was upset, when people let her down. When she let them down. The instant endorphin rush always made her feel better.
She walked over to her bed and went to bed, she could dream about things to do in the future. Someday everything would get better.
"This is because he hangs out with Rain more often, I decided to get more serious training and so did he. Now we hardly ever get to hang out or spend time together. I have practice all the time, so does he. Now he convinced Rain to start wrestling again, but why? I would have been his tag team partner if he needed one. I would have been more then happy to be running mates just like we are outside of the IWS." She rolled over and her endorphin buzz seemed to be dying down and the pain of her cut on her upper thigh was setting in, she drifted off to sleep as she sat there thinking about her match with Rain. If she didn't win the match, she was going to show Rain that she wasn't somebody to fuck with. She's tired of being teased and bullied, this was a lot tougher then she figured, her grades were dropping and she was in danger of losing her eligibility to do cheer leading. Deep down she had started this just because Jack was doing it, but now she actually seemed more inclined to wrestle then doing any other sport.
Rain was the daughter of a wrestler, Tiff doesn't know her father. She is a good hand to hand combat fighter though. Rain will need a lot to get past her. Tiff slipped off into her dream about being face to face with Rain in the ring and playing the match out in 1 million different ways as the scene fades.
