Possessed Child Debut RP

In the suburbs of the 'troubled' area of Chicago, the streets are as busy as usual. People swarm the small pathways of the streets, occasionaly knocking into those around every so often. Teenagers walk around, acting as if they could take on anybody who stood in their way. In most cases, they couldn't even harm a fly. Locals bussle about in small groups, talking about the latest gossip. Things like Carol from down the road going behind her husbands back, and had that tart who goes out with that posh bloke from Neighbours had a breast enlargement. Out of the crowd though steps out one man in particular. He is dressed not in the bright, colourful clothes as the people around him, but in solid black. His coat draped around his legs, his shirt camflouned within it. Not many people knew of this man. He was the type you would tell your kids not to talk to, or the one you avoided eye contact whenever possible. The fact was, no liked the look of him. His personality was too cold to be taken in by strangers. The man turned into a run-down flat block in the middle of the street. He pushed open the door with the smashed window panes. There, a young couple held eachother in arms. The girl shoot a glance at this mysterious stranger, who replied back with a look of his own.

Girl:Er, mate, you got a problem?

Man stands on spot and simply stares into the girls eyes.

Boy:Oi mate, can you stop lookin' at my missus, cos' I ing beat you up if you want a piece of me.

Man gives one last stare at the couple before shaking his head, muttering something to self and walking up the nearby stairs.

Boy;Yeah, thats it mate. Walk away. Go back to smoking your pot or ing weed, in'it.

Couple laugh

The setting changes to a torn down room. It shows a sofa ripped with deep gashes in nearly every place possible, chairs with damaged legs and doors with dark stains on them. The walls are green, now dark with dirt and damp. A kitchen with broken doors is in one corner with rooms in another. The door opens, enter man.

Unknown Male Voice:So, your back then?

Man mutters as he heads to the kitchen and rumages around cuboards. A door on one hinge gives way as he attempts to open it. It is simply chucked to one side landing on several others which are already there.

Unknown Male Voice:So, are you going to tell me where you been or do I have to drag it out of yer?

Another man enters through one of the side doors, which reveals a room. A un-made bed and several dirty magazines are seen laying on the floor.

Possessed Child:Got a job.
Unknown Male:That it? Not going to tell me where then?

The Possessed Child switches on a nearby kettle with some water on it. After two 'gentle' taps the water can eventually be heard boiling inside.

P-C:Wrestling, with the WFWF.
Unknown Male:WFWF, hey? Gone off the indy track then?
P-C:Meh, no-one wanted me.
Unknown Male:It was a more case of who was going to sign up a weirdo. I mean, you don't hardly talk to anyone. You just mumble and stare. Who the hell is going to take on someone like that? If you spoke more, you would actually get somewhere.
P-C:Says Bill Watt who works in 'Missy G's Fried Chicken'?
B-W:At least I'am involved with the costumers.
P-C:Waiter aren't you?
B-W:Yeah...but not what I'm trying to say here. You can wrestle, no sweat. Got commitment and drive, oh yes. But the ability to talk to someone you don't. If you don't make a good impression to one of these WFWF guys, I swear. Higher Authori...hey, where are you going?

The Possessed Child carefully walks into Watts room, and the rustling of magazines can be heard.

B-W:What the hell do you think you're doing?

Possessed Child walks out, with a stern look on his face. His one fist is clenched tightly. He walks over to a concerned looking Bill, raises out his hand with the clenched fist and releases it. Out of the fist falls some powder. Too heavy to be salt or sugar, but too light to be flour.

P-C:You told me you were going to stay off it...
B-W:Ah bollocks Child, you know what its like. One sniff and your away. What did you seriously think? "Oh yeah, one back I'm puffin', next I'll be on the ol' ritalin". You of all people should know how hard it is.
P-C:At least I did though.
B-W:But you got some fancy wrestling career. What the hell have I got, not...
P-C(shouting):You promised me!
B-W:And what the would you know about promises?

The Possessed Child stares in Watts eyes. His fists clench tightly. His eyes blood vessels immediatly start to enrage in anger.

P-C:You dare mention that...
B-W:Mention what, Child? That? Jesus, you think thats bad? Your a bloody weirdo, face it. I'm your only friend, and you want me to call you 'Possessed Child'. You have never even told me your full name come to think of it. You wear long leather coats, you carry around a stick with you, and half the time thats concenled in that damn pocket in your coat. Your a wrestler. You can wrestle, but no-one wants you. You stare instead of just glancing. Hell, I just offered you to even stay with me because you were the person I would at expect people to think I'm not gay. And to top it all off, you have that one, single incident simply gliding through your head. One though. What was it again, Child? It was such a lovely story...

The Possessed Child hits a uppercut to the jaw of Watts, which sends him to the floor in pain. He immediatly jumps up in rage and charges into him, sending both men into a nearby cupboard. The brawl contines long throughout the afternoon and into the evening. The scene of the room now shows it as a bigger mess than it was before. The sofa is now upturned. The kitchen cupboards have all now been smashed, with the kettle now a sorry sight on the floor with a huge dent into it. The tables have been smashed, the TV has been blitzed. Anything that could be broken has been. One man stands triumphant over the other. The Possessed Child, bleeding on his head and arms, is now looming over the figure of a man that is Bill Watts, who is bleeding in most places. The Possessed Child just breathes heavy, before rushing his hand through his hair and letting out a heavy sigh. He kneels down to the floor, props his friend against the remains of the sofa and pulls out a hankerchief, with which he dabs on some of the blood. He then rises and looks around the room in disgust.

P-C:I think I need some fresh air.

The Possessed Child leaves through the door, leaving the poor Bill Watts to stagger up the sofa to survey the damage that was once his flat.
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OOC:Ok, apologise for two things. One, sorry that I have made little reference to wrestling. I just felt for a debut I should just introduce the Possessed Child in a way that sets his outside life. And two, sorry for grammer, not my strength y'see . This is my first time RP'ing, so go nice. Comments and Critiscm appreciated. Thanks for reading .