Post by sakukoivu on Sept 17, 2005 19:38:04 GMT -5
Fade in. We find ourselves walking forward, empty halls lined with opened doors painted a soft green with a white border. As we pass several door, we turn, so slightly so that we can see the happenings inside. A man on a bed, hooked up to a wall full of electronical equipment, surrounded by four very worried looking people. A young boy holding a teddy bear, wearing a light blue smock talking, excitedly to a large man in a long whit coat. We conitnue down the hall, taking a few right turns and a few left turns. We eventually turn upon another hallway, the words "Fataly Diseased Hall" marked upon a legend nailed to the wall. This new hallway is lined with a new set of doors, most of the, however, closed. We continue to walk down the hallway, until we reach the last door, one of the few that are open. We turn right, and enter the room beyond the door, where we find the body of an apparently "sleeping" man. We get closer to the man, and closer still, advancing until we can read the name "Rick Foreman" on the clipboard at the end of the bed. We move around the side of the bed, eager to get a look at the man that was once Rick Foreman, but our path is obseccured, as a voice speaks behind us, forcing us to turn, and come face to face with the owner of the voice, who is in the process of slowly closing the door.
Saku: This is the disease hall this is where countless people have entered, stayed, and never left, this is the place where dreams end, and where bigger, sometimes better things happen. This is one of Immune's favorite place. Why? Because, simply put he is Immune. He is the disease, or, rather he uses the Disease to quel his opponents, using his natural immunity to his advantage. But the one person, the one person who he has not been able to drag down with the Disease, the one person he has not been able to even touch, is, well, Valor.
In this sense, Valor is a person, Valor is not a wrestling organization, but it is a living, breathing organism. Since the day Valor started, Immune has been in the slump of a life time. Immune has been able to barely scratch the surface of Valor, bringing only two people down with his Disease, yet having failed at the same task five times.
Now, I am once again fed Immune. Once more must I step into the very same ring with Immune, and once more we must clash. Once more Immune has the opportunity to Disease me, to bring me down off my 3-2 cloud. But the one thing that Immune doesn't realize, is just how close we have been in the past.
Immune, you and you used to be best freinds, champions, hand in hand, but the entire time, while I took the backburner and let you go, you didn't realize just how close I was watching your every move. I knew this day would come, and I knew I would be prepared. Immune, you allowed me close enough, that I developped my own Immunity to you and your Disease. I will not fall victim like the two before me, I will merely add myself once more to the list of names who has conquered the disease. And I know, you must be tired of losing, tired of affecting but the weak with your Disease, but understand this, Immune, that only makes you weaker. During the match, when I take control, you will get mad, don't deny it, you will get frustrated and pissed off and you will get enraged, and I can see you cockily saying it right now "Anger is the strongest emotion, anger will propel me over you." But Immune, every time you get anrgy, every time you get frustrated, every move turns into desperation, desperately crawling, taking every chance, hoping to get luckily and pulll one over on me. And while you'll feel fufilled when a few of them work, you will merely make more mistakes, allowing me to Finnish Immune and his Disease once, and for all. Immune, I am not weak, and I will not fall victim to a disease like the one before me.
Saku then walks over to Rick, lying, unmovingly on his bed. After a moment of shaking his head and looking down at the deceased man, Saku pulls his sheet over him, before creating a cross with touches to his shoulders, his forehead and his stomach. Turning back around, Saku heads to the door and opens it, walks out, and allows it to slam behing him. Fade to black.
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Meh. Hated it. BTW, sorry if the whole corpes in the Rp thing is over the top, just needed it to enforce my point a bit. Good luck to Immune. And please, attribute the crappyness of this RP to the fact that I am writing this on a PSP, as I threw out my back playing hockey tonight and can't descend stairs to get to my desktop.
Saku: This is the disease hall this is where countless people have entered, stayed, and never left, this is the place where dreams end, and where bigger, sometimes better things happen. This is one of Immune's favorite place. Why? Because, simply put he is Immune. He is the disease, or, rather he uses the Disease to quel his opponents, using his natural immunity to his advantage. But the one person, the one person who he has not been able to drag down with the Disease, the one person he has not been able to even touch, is, well, Valor.
In this sense, Valor is a person, Valor is not a wrestling organization, but it is a living, breathing organism. Since the day Valor started, Immune has been in the slump of a life time. Immune has been able to barely scratch the surface of Valor, bringing only two people down with his Disease, yet having failed at the same task five times.
Now, I am once again fed Immune. Once more must I step into the very same ring with Immune, and once more we must clash. Once more Immune has the opportunity to Disease me, to bring me down off my 3-2 cloud. But the one thing that Immune doesn't realize, is just how close we have been in the past.
Immune, you and you used to be best freinds, champions, hand in hand, but the entire time, while I took the backburner and let you go, you didn't realize just how close I was watching your every move. I knew this day would come, and I knew I would be prepared. Immune, you allowed me close enough, that I developped my own Immunity to you and your Disease. I will not fall victim like the two before me, I will merely add myself once more to the list of names who has conquered the disease. And I know, you must be tired of losing, tired of affecting but the weak with your Disease, but understand this, Immune, that only makes you weaker. During the match, when I take control, you will get mad, don't deny it, you will get frustrated and pissed off and you will get enraged, and I can see you cockily saying it right now "Anger is the strongest emotion, anger will propel me over you." But Immune, every time you get anrgy, every time you get frustrated, every move turns into desperation, desperately crawling, taking every chance, hoping to get luckily and pulll one over on me. And while you'll feel fufilled when a few of them work, you will merely make more mistakes, allowing me to Finnish Immune and his Disease once, and for all. Immune, I am not weak, and I will not fall victim to a disease like the one before me.
Saku then walks over to Rick, lying, unmovingly on his bed. After a moment of shaking his head and looking down at the deceased man, Saku pulls his sheet over him, before creating a cross with touches to his shoulders, his forehead and his stomach. Turning back around, Saku heads to the door and opens it, walks out, and allows it to slam behing him. Fade to black.
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Meh. Hated it. BTW, sorry if the whole corpes in the Rp thing is over the top, just needed it to enforce my point a bit. Good luck to Immune. And please, attribute the crappyness of this RP to the fact that I am writing this on a PSP, as I threw out my back playing hockey tonight and can't descend stairs to get to my desktop.
