Post by recklessmatten on Dec 22, 2007 14:31:48 GMT -5
Reckless is standing by the gate to his new 'rM' base. Paintbrush in his right hand and a beer in his left. The letters r and M have been painted in red on the front of the rotten wooden gate. He takes a sip of his beer. Reckless takes a step back to admire his handy work.
Reckless: A masterpiece.
Reckless slowly walks over towards a large seat that is in the middle of the area. He falls back into the chair and lets out a sigh. The sun is slowly fading away behind a wall of trees, and darkness is beginning to creep in. Reckless walks around and finds some logs and some twigs and drops them in front of the chair.
Reckless: Why is it when darkness falls it gets so cold? Why when the light disappears, do all the creeps and bungholes come out to wreck havoc on an unnoticed society, a society that is wrapped up warm in bed? Why is it that a select few have to be out, when no one is around, do they decide to come out and play?
Reckless places 4 large round logs in a square, and starts to places the littler logs into a heap in the square. He takes out lighter fluid from his pocket and douses to wood. He then takes a match and steps back before lighting it and throwing it on the wood. The flames bursts high into the sky, before settling down. Reckless slumps into his chair, gloves on his hands and a hat on his head.
Reckless: I say all this, but i realize that i myself am sat outside, when most people are inside and warm. Maybe its because i am an outcast, a rebel, a man who does what he wants, when he wants, a man who says
the system. Am i that man?
Reckless reaches down beside the chair and searches in his bag. He slowly takes out a beer. Suddenly, something hits the gate and it startles Reckless, and he drops the beer. He stands up and rushes over to the gate. He opens in and spots a bag of flour on the floor. His eyes roll towards the gate and spots the flour, mixed with egg sprayed all over the front of the gate. He slams the gate, and goes back to his seat.
Reckless: Some people really don't care do they? Some people do not think about others feelings. All they wanna do is go out and cause to live a horror that they want to create. A horror so vile, that people are scared to look out their own windows. But how do you take control of the horror? You take matters into your own hands.
Reckless looks up into the sky as snowflakes begins to fall. One flake lands on the back of his hand. He watches it as it melts away, leaving a tiny drop of water on his hand. He smiles. The snow starts to get heavier, as Reckless gets up and moves towards the fire. He stands, arms folded, eyes shut and breathing deeply. He kicks over a bucket, which barely puts out the fire. Reckless opens his eyes abruptly and starts to chuckle.
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Took me a while this one, and i have written my SB RP aswel. The original RP i wrote for this turned out perfect for SB.
-Reckless-
Reckless: A masterpiece.
Reckless slowly walks over towards a large seat that is in the middle of the area. He falls back into the chair and lets out a sigh. The sun is slowly fading away behind a wall of trees, and darkness is beginning to creep in. Reckless walks around and finds some logs and some twigs and drops them in front of the chair.
Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see,
Absolute horror,
I cannot live,
I cannot die,
Trapped in myself,
Body my holding cell.
All that I see,
Absolute horror,
I cannot live,
I cannot die,
Trapped in myself,
Body my holding cell.
Reckless: Why is it when darkness falls it gets so cold? Why when the light disappears, do all the creeps and bungholes come out to wreck havoc on an unnoticed society, a society that is wrapped up warm in bed? Why is it that a select few have to be out, when no one is around, do they decide to come out and play?
Reckless places 4 large round logs in a square, and starts to places the littler logs into a heap in the square. He takes out lighter fluid from his pocket and douses to wood. He then takes a match and steps back before lighting it and throwing it on the wood. The flames bursts high into the sky, before settling down. Reckless slumps into his chair, gloves on his hands and a hat on his head.
Reckless: I say all this, but i realize that i myself am sat outside, when most people are inside and warm. Maybe its because i am an outcast, a rebel, a man who does what he wants, when he wants, a man who says
the system. Am i that man?Reckless reaches down beside the chair and searches in his bag. He slowly takes out a beer. Suddenly, something hits the gate and it startles Reckless, and he drops the beer. He stands up and rushes over to the gate. He opens in and spots a bag of flour on the floor. His eyes roll towards the gate and spots the flour, mixed with egg sprayed all over the front of the gate. He slams the gate, and goes back to his seat.
Reckless: Some people really don't care do they? Some people do not think about others feelings. All they wanna do is go out and cause to live a horror that they want to create. A horror so vile, that people are scared to look out their own windows. But how do you take control of the horror? You take matters into your own hands.
Reckless looks up into the sky as snowflakes begins to fall. One flake lands on the back of his hand. He watches it as it melts away, leaving a tiny drop of water on his hand. He smiles. The snow starts to get heavier, as Reckless gets up and moves towards the fire. He stands, arms folded, eyes shut and breathing deeply. He kicks over a bucket, which barely puts out the fire. Reckless opens his eyes abruptly and starts to chuckle.
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Took me a while this one, and i have written my SB RP aswel. The original RP i wrote for this turned out perfect for SB.
-Reckless-
I would rate it a....
*Thumbs up*
