Post by raYne on Dec 9, 2013 10:52:30 GMT -5
[NOTE 2 EVERYONE: The following series of roleplays is compiled and edited from posts I made on the fed where raYne was killed... after being raped... after being called a 'worthless shemale'. I wanted to tell his story, and these are a few of the building blocks. I took out all the match / fed specific material, and am posting these STRICTLY as C.D. pieces, to tell a story. I'll be posting these leading into ONE. I will also be editing many parts to update them for WCF. And the part below, where raYne speaks directly to Mod, has been, for the most part, written JUST now, before I posted this. And I'll be adding completely new, fresh material after the initial posts are made. Truly hoping this is all ok.]
[SIDE-NOTE: When I begin writing my new work, I will be cutting down DRASTICALLY on ellipses [...] and I will also be sticking to a more 'novel' writing style, like a book would be written. So trust me, by now, I've realized the way I've always written doesn't cut it. I'll be working on that.]
~ ? ~
"The clouds are dark.
Won’t go away...
I need some light,
On this rainy day.
The falling rain...
Releasing drops.
Drops of pain,
That won’t go away."
Saturday -- Nov. 23rd, 2013 -- 3:33am [CST]
December... it was the month he'd been waiting for. The month where it would all begin... again. For three--long--years, he'd been away from the game... but no more. He looked at himself in the mirror each day... he loved who he'd become... but he despised what he'd been doing for the past few years--
Nothing.
It bothered him to no end... for ten, glorious years, he'd seen so many things... BEEN THROUGH so many things... but then, suddenly... it all dissapeared. But... he was ready. Ready to return to that which had made him what he is today. To return... to the game.
Our scene opens... upon a forest. The raYne Forest. His safe haven-- his home away from home. All of the times he spent here... passing through the trees, on the way to the River raYne... up the mountain's peak, to rest in his cabin... the cabin he called his "True Home". The one place he knew he was safe from the hatred of the outside world...
... that is. Until that fateful day... oh so long ago...
"I am the Blood God. Believe in me...
and be led down the path to immortality...
... See you in your dreams."
Sitting alone in his cabin... visions of Vlad shimmered through the back of his mind. Vlad, the 'Blood God' of the long-ago, original stomping grounds of 'The Storm'. XAW. From time to time, raYne sees all the images rushing through his mind, of these bygone years... leaving him clutching at his multi-colored hair... weeping, smearing his make-up... he remembered oh so many things. The past... was frightening. But it was also glorious...
... without looking at the camera... raYne spoke, "Do you know... how difficult it is... to change what you've always been...," Suddenly, raYne rips his head from his palms, and stares into the camera... cold... a look betraying his sparkling outward appearance... "Do you KNOW how much hatred I've had to overcome? Since the day I was BORN? My father... my high school sweetheart, Alexis... "The Deite's Dragon", Javex Valerius... and the list goes on and on. I see so many people... spewing forth all of this shallow-minded drivel... do you REALIZE...
"... do you realize what I could do to you? No, LOOK AT ME... do you KNOW what I could do to you? Each and every last one of you hateful, spiteful people. Simply for declaring me and my kind 'inferior'... You're not superior. You're all the same. And do you know how I KNOW you are?"
The anger slowly fades away from his demeanor, as he looks down at the log cabin floor. "... it's because you're all looked down upon. In one way or another, we're ALL the same..."
raYne looks away for a second... before returning his gaze... only, this time? A beaming smile has replaced the fury and sadness that stood there before. He giggles.
"Regardless of all of this hate you feel toward ME? And others like me... I feel none for you. Because I know you.
"... iAm you. The same hate you have for me... is the same hate others have for you. For one reason or another... there's always someone out there that WILL hate us.
"The only thing I hate? Is hate itself.
"And... that's why I've come here.
"i_Wish to cleanse this company of all the hate that fills it to the brim, like the beer in Doc Henry's mug... he seems like a beer drinker to me.
"But-- I know, deep within my heart of hearts... that you WILL BELiEVE... in me. As I Believe in each and every one of you.
"You see... infections MUST be dealt with. Swiftly... and efficiently.
"And iAm here... to wipe out the disease that is hate.
"See you soon, darlingz.
"Sooner than you think."
raYne smiles at the camera... eyelids bedazzld with glitter... wearing a shredded pair of jeans, a purple tee with the word 'Believe' written across the front in white... and a dragon pendant around his throat. He blows a kiss, before motioning his hands into the heart symbol... before, once again, giggling. He walks toward the camera... and turns it off.
~ ? ~
wcfwrestling.proboards.com/thread/18225/get-off-truck
-- a C.D. piece by Moddie & my replies. Relevant to the following.
"I hear The Storm...
Coming close to me.
I know it’s here,
Oh, don’t you see?
I'm stuck in the rain,
I need to leave.
But I gotta stay...
"For it's symphony."
Saturday -- Nov. 23rd, 2013 -- 4:44pm [CST]
The scene re-opens, this time, outside of the log cabin, upon a mountain in the core of the raYne Forest. It is evening... and the sun is slowly setting. raYne stands upon the peak of the mountain, which isn't an entirely tall mount. ... more like a hill. But it is at a level from which he can see all things transpiring below... he smiles unto himself. Still wearing the purple shirt with sparkling text declaring "BELiEVE". Memories begin to dance their way through his head... though, these ones are far more precious to him... unlike the scars left by Vlad... the Dhampir that at one time, long ago, did something so terrible... that it almost led raYne to end it all. But he didn't. He stood tall. Believed in himself... and returned. Just as he always does. Just as the rain from the heavens... always coming back. It never fails.
These memories that reach into his mind and pull him back in time... they bring him back to his childhood hero... XAW legend, Javex Valerius. The Deite's Dragon. He thinks of all those times he looked up to him... then, he thinks about how JVX was the first male celeb $hane had ever had a crush on... he thinks to himself... about that day...
"I am... I Am... I AM... the Deite's Dragon
... and Reeve? You sicken me."
Suddenly, raYne's eye begins to twitch...
... that one memory... that day he told Javex the truth...
raYne turns an eye to the camera... and now, the smile has vanished. Replaced by a more serious expression. "Exactly twelve hours ago. 4:44am, Central Standard Time. I sent a message to ModDeuce. The first of MANY. WCF... I'm here. I'm queer. And if you fuck with me? I WILL break you in half. Believe it."
raYne looks away for a second... down at the river below... the River raYne. He speaks without glancing in the camera's direction, "Moddie... I know what you'll say. That your comments had nothing to do with me. That they were mere jabs at a couple of no-talent, 'nerd smashing' hacks." raYne looks back toward the camera... and this time? His face is awash with pure malice... he speaks. "Moddie, you do not realize how impactful words can be. What if a young boy or gal were watching you speak? What if they were just begin to discover themselves, they heard your words, and they felt like you were no better than the bullies at school? Some hero you turned out to be."
raYne shakes his head solemnly, before looking back toward the river. He sighs, and then slowly sits down, resting with his legs dangling over the edge. His gaze cast out upon the far reaches of his jungle home, he continues. "You don't understand, Mod. When a person uses the 'N' word? It's obviously going to be looked down upon by others. When someone makes fun of a mentally challenged person, they're chastised. When women are looked down upon, religions are ridiculed, and our elders are disrespected, people see all of these things as wrong. And yes, there will still be those who believe it's fine to do so... but never so many as when it's the degredation of the LGBT community. We're expected to take it, and move along."
raYne eyes the camera. "But Mod... I will NOT take it. I will not move along. You may figure that I'll simply verbally lambaste you about it. But... no. That's not who iAm. I'm here for one thing. To take action. For my community... but not with protests. Not with words. With battles in-ring, my fists, my feet, my BODY as my weapon. But some of my own people may not agree with me being their chosen warrior. Yes, I'm not homosexual. I'm bi, and I prefer gals. Why? Because most men are jerks... like you, Moddie."
raYne lifts up, and begins to pace toward the camera. "And you may say, with an attitude like mine, I very well could have deserved the treatment I've been dealt in life. But let me ask you this... did I DESERVE to have my father beat my mother? No. But, every once in a while, I'll give a guy a chance. For I know... no man is created equal. And when I say that? I don't mean one person, or one group of people, is superior to one another. I mean what one person does..."
raYne then locks his vison on the camera. "... DOESN'T dictate the actions of an entire group. Yes, my father was a dirt bag. But that holds no account for others of his gender. He is one in a line of billions... MANY who are wonderful people. Just like there are gals who are absolute mooks. Such as Sarah Twilight." raYne chuckles lightly to himself at this, but presses on. The serious expression returning to his face.
"My father... he didn't just stop at beating my mother. He slept with my babysitter... do I deserve the MEMORY of my mother leaving me at the age of eight because she could no longer endure that chaos? I don't think so. But I'm sure you would disagree. As is your won't. But I will have you know, good sir...
"... I am bi. I am androgynous. I am straight edge. And?
... iAm better than you. But... I still love you."
raYne looks back toward the river below... the madness in his expression and vocal demeanor slowly dissipating... he continues to speak... "You speak of an 'Upgrade'?", raYne then looks directly into the camera's lens, with a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth... the sound of thunder can be heard in the distance... "Oh, there's an 'Upgrade' on its way. An evolution. From of a world, a DESERT of hate... the hate that SO MANY are buried within... far, far too many...
"... the evolution from this desert of hatred and anger... into a whole new world. Soaked in the refreshing relief of love."
The thunder gives way to lightning... which gives way to rain. Pouring steadily from the heavens above... cleansing the fury within raYne... replacing it with a calm... he moves forward with his speech.
"For FAR too long... hate has spread through this planet at every turn. It is disheartening. It saps away at the soul. It begins wars. It leaves family's broken. It leads people to become criminals, and drug addicts... and suicide statistics.
"... no more. I, dear friend... am here to make a change. To bring a difference. To PROVE that love... not hate... is the answer.
"Look into my eyes. Do you truly see someone below you? Or... do you see someone on equal ground?
"Moddie, there is a revolution on the horizon. And it begins on 12.22.13. Three days before Christmas, a day which was once the very EMBODIMENT of love... now drenched in hate, thanks to marketing, thanks to jealousy, thanks to greed. This hatred MUST end. And beginning soon, VERY soon...
"iAm beginning a Revolution.
An era... of Love.
"Believe...
Or BeLeft BeHind."
As the rain continues to fall and soak $hane-o-mac 3ry, he looks down at the raging river... filling with pure drops of beautiful water...
... raYne dives from the cliff's edge... and down into the depths below.
As our camera pans to catch a glimpse of the sight... we see one word... burning in the river...
- BELiEVE -
#rUready?
#bPrepared.
#12.22.13
#let_freedom_ring
#stayTuned
"I am sick and tired of playing this silly game...
... I can't stop the raYne."
- - - - -
note ~ the following is from modDeuce's C.D. rp, 'get the fuck off my truck',
which is, again, located @ wcfwrestling.proboards.com/thread/18225/get-off-truck
"My name... is raYne. The Storm. But I go by another...
"... Shane-o-mac Bry. And soon... the entirety of the WCF SHALL know all three. Very, VERY well...
"... beginning with one particular individual. ... It's showtime, folks."
*open to the inside of a truck... outside a gas station somewhere*
A figure is seen inside the truck, but it's hard to tell who it is due to the angle of the camera... but the person has a pair of pliers. They use the tool to break into a mechanical device... which appears to be some sort of tracking device. The figure reaches in, yanks out cable after cable, making a complete mess of things... before pulling a bottle of ketchup out... and POURING it inside. He then re-attaches the front of the contraption, but ketchup oozes out, and the machine is obviously left in a state of disarray. The person speaks... never looking into the camera, or allowing it to see much of his features...
"... Moddie. Babe. ... I heard your promo. I listened to your words.
"... and you upset me. GREATLY. And thus, I have chosen you as a beginning point. The first in a line of many... You speak as though you have something against my community...
"... the LGBT community. I can sense it in your choice of phrase. And it sickens me... and that is why I have chosen YOU... to make my mark.
"The name is raYne. Remember it. Keep it locked within the inner-most sanctum of that techie mind of yours. Because it is going to be the name that lies beside yours... an 'L' next to 'ModDouche'...
"... and a 'W' next to mine.
"Be prepared, Moddie...
... and Believe."
This figure... raYne... opens the truck door, and departs. Leaving behind the wrecked device...
... and a written message. A piece of paper, with a note, written in hot pink --
"One week... it begins."
'Thunder rumbling
Castle's crumbling
iAm trying to hold on.
God knows that I tried
Seeing the bright side
I'm not blind anymore.'
#storm_warning
|to be continued|
[SIDE-NOTE: When I begin writing my new work, I will be cutting down DRASTICALLY on ellipses [...] and I will also be sticking to a more 'novel' writing style, like a book would be written. So trust me, by now, I've realized the way I've always written doesn't cut it. I'll be working on that.]
~ ? ~
"The clouds are dark.
Won’t go away...
I need some light,
On this rainy day.
The falling rain...
Releasing drops.
Drops of pain,
That won’t go away."
Saturday -- Nov. 23rd, 2013 -- 3:33am [CST]
December... it was the month he'd been waiting for. The month where it would all begin... again. For three--long--years, he'd been away from the game... but no more. He looked at himself in the mirror each day... he loved who he'd become... but he despised what he'd been doing for the past few years--
Nothing.
It bothered him to no end... for ten, glorious years, he'd seen so many things... BEEN THROUGH so many things... but then, suddenly... it all dissapeared. But... he was ready. Ready to return to that which had made him what he is today. To return... to the game.
Our scene opens... upon a forest. The raYne Forest. His safe haven-- his home away from home. All of the times he spent here... passing through the trees, on the way to the River raYne... up the mountain's peak, to rest in his cabin... the cabin he called his "True Home". The one place he knew he was safe from the hatred of the outside world...
... that is. Until that fateful day... oh so long ago...
"I am the Blood God. Believe in me...
and be led down the path to immortality...
... See you in your dreams."
Sitting alone in his cabin... visions of Vlad shimmered through the back of his mind. Vlad, the 'Blood God' of the long-ago, original stomping grounds of 'The Storm'. XAW. From time to time, raYne sees all the images rushing through his mind, of these bygone years... leaving him clutching at his multi-colored hair... weeping, smearing his make-up... he remembered oh so many things. The past... was frightening. But it was also glorious...
... without looking at the camera... raYne spoke, "Do you know... how difficult it is... to change what you've always been...," Suddenly, raYne rips his head from his palms, and stares into the camera... cold... a look betraying his sparkling outward appearance... "Do you KNOW how much hatred I've had to overcome? Since the day I was BORN? My father... my high school sweetheart, Alexis... "The Deite's Dragon", Javex Valerius... and the list goes on and on. I see so many people... spewing forth all of this shallow-minded drivel... do you REALIZE...
"... do you realize what I could do to you? No, LOOK AT ME... do you KNOW what I could do to you? Each and every last one of you hateful, spiteful people. Simply for declaring me and my kind 'inferior'... You're not superior. You're all the same. And do you know how I KNOW you are?"
The anger slowly fades away from his demeanor, as he looks down at the log cabin floor. "... it's because you're all looked down upon. In one way or another, we're ALL the same..."
raYne looks away for a second... before returning his gaze... only, this time? A beaming smile has replaced the fury and sadness that stood there before. He giggles.
"Regardless of all of this hate you feel toward ME? And others like me... I feel none for you. Because I know you.
"... iAm you. The same hate you have for me... is the same hate others have for you. For one reason or another... there's always someone out there that WILL hate us.
"The only thing I hate? Is hate itself.
"And... that's why I've come here.
"i_Wish to cleanse this company of all the hate that fills it to the brim, like the beer in Doc Henry's mug... he seems like a beer drinker to me.
"But-- I know, deep within my heart of hearts... that you WILL BELiEVE... in me. As I Believe in each and every one of you.
"You see... infections MUST be dealt with. Swiftly... and efficiently.
"And iAm here... to wipe out the disease that is hate.
"See you soon, darlingz.
"Sooner than you think."
raYne smiles at the camera... eyelids bedazzld with glitter... wearing a shredded pair of jeans, a purple tee with the word 'Believe' written across the front in white... and a dragon pendant around his throat. He blows a kiss, before motioning his hands into the heart symbol... before, once again, giggling. He walks toward the camera... and turns it off.
~ ? ~
wcfwrestling.proboards.com/thread/18225/get-off-truck
-- a C.D. piece by Moddie & my replies. Relevant to the following.
"I hear The Storm...
Coming close to me.
I know it’s here,
Oh, don’t you see?
I'm stuck in the rain,
I need to leave.
But I gotta stay...
"For it's symphony."
Saturday -- Nov. 23rd, 2013 -- 4:44pm [CST]
The scene re-opens, this time, outside of the log cabin, upon a mountain in the core of the raYne Forest. It is evening... and the sun is slowly setting. raYne stands upon the peak of the mountain, which isn't an entirely tall mount. ... more like a hill. But it is at a level from which he can see all things transpiring below... he smiles unto himself. Still wearing the purple shirt with sparkling text declaring "BELiEVE". Memories begin to dance their way through his head... though, these ones are far more precious to him... unlike the scars left by Vlad... the Dhampir that at one time, long ago, did something so terrible... that it almost led raYne to end it all. But he didn't. He stood tall. Believed in himself... and returned. Just as he always does. Just as the rain from the heavens... always coming back. It never fails.
These memories that reach into his mind and pull him back in time... they bring him back to his childhood hero... XAW legend, Javex Valerius. The Deite's Dragon. He thinks of all those times he looked up to him... then, he thinks about how JVX was the first male celeb $hane had ever had a crush on... he thinks to himself... about that day...
"I am... I Am... I AM... the Deite's Dragon
... and Reeve? You sicken me."
Suddenly, raYne's eye begins to twitch...
... that one memory... that day he told Javex the truth...
raYne turns an eye to the camera... and now, the smile has vanished. Replaced by a more serious expression. "Exactly twelve hours ago. 4:44am, Central Standard Time. I sent a message to ModDeuce. The first of MANY. WCF... I'm here. I'm queer. And if you fuck with me? I WILL break you in half. Believe it."
raYne looks away for a second... down at the river below... the River raYne. He speaks without glancing in the camera's direction, "Moddie... I know what you'll say. That your comments had nothing to do with me. That they were mere jabs at a couple of no-talent, 'nerd smashing' hacks." raYne looks back toward the camera... and this time? His face is awash with pure malice... he speaks. "Moddie, you do not realize how impactful words can be. What if a young boy or gal were watching you speak? What if they were just begin to discover themselves, they heard your words, and they felt like you were no better than the bullies at school? Some hero you turned out to be."
raYne shakes his head solemnly, before looking back toward the river. He sighs, and then slowly sits down, resting with his legs dangling over the edge. His gaze cast out upon the far reaches of his jungle home, he continues. "You don't understand, Mod. When a person uses the 'N' word? It's obviously going to be looked down upon by others. When someone makes fun of a mentally challenged person, they're chastised. When women are looked down upon, religions are ridiculed, and our elders are disrespected, people see all of these things as wrong. And yes, there will still be those who believe it's fine to do so... but never so many as when it's the degredation of the LGBT community. We're expected to take it, and move along."
raYne eyes the camera. "But Mod... I will NOT take it. I will not move along. You may figure that I'll simply verbally lambaste you about it. But... no. That's not who iAm. I'm here for one thing. To take action. For my community... but not with protests. Not with words. With battles in-ring, my fists, my feet, my BODY as my weapon. But some of my own people may not agree with me being their chosen warrior. Yes, I'm not homosexual. I'm bi, and I prefer gals. Why? Because most men are jerks... like you, Moddie."
raYne lifts up, and begins to pace toward the camera. "And you may say, with an attitude like mine, I very well could have deserved the treatment I've been dealt in life. But let me ask you this... did I DESERVE to have my father beat my mother? No. But, every once in a while, I'll give a guy a chance. For I know... no man is created equal. And when I say that? I don't mean one person, or one group of people, is superior to one another. I mean what one person does..."
raYne then locks his vison on the camera. "... DOESN'T dictate the actions of an entire group. Yes, my father was a dirt bag. But that holds no account for others of his gender. He is one in a line of billions... MANY who are wonderful people. Just like there are gals who are absolute mooks. Such as Sarah Twilight." raYne chuckles lightly to himself at this, but presses on. The serious expression returning to his face.
"My father... he didn't just stop at beating my mother. He slept with my babysitter... do I deserve the MEMORY of my mother leaving me at the age of eight because she could no longer endure that chaos? I don't think so. But I'm sure you would disagree. As is your won't. But I will have you know, good sir...
"... I am bi. I am androgynous. I am straight edge. And?
... iAm better than you. But... I still love you."
raYne looks back toward the river below... the madness in his expression and vocal demeanor slowly dissipating... he continues to speak... "You speak of an 'Upgrade'?", raYne then looks directly into the camera's lens, with a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth... the sound of thunder can be heard in the distance... "Oh, there's an 'Upgrade' on its way. An evolution. From of a world, a DESERT of hate... the hate that SO MANY are buried within... far, far too many...
"... the evolution from this desert of hatred and anger... into a whole new world. Soaked in the refreshing relief of love."
The thunder gives way to lightning... which gives way to rain. Pouring steadily from the heavens above... cleansing the fury within raYne... replacing it with a calm... he moves forward with his speech.
"For FAR too long... hate has spread through this planet at every turn. It is disheartening. It saps away at the soul. It begins wars. It leaves family's broken. It leads people to become criminals, and drug addicts... and suicide statistics.
"... no more. I, dear friend... am here to make a change. To bring a difference. To PROVE that love... not hate... is the answer.
"Look into my eyes. Do you truly see someone below you? Or... do you see someone on equal ground?
"Moddie, there is a revolution on the horizon. And it begins on 12.22.13. Three days before Christmas, a day which was once the very EMBODIMENT of love... now drenched in hate, thanks to marketing, thanks to jealousy, thanks to greed. This hatred MUST end. And beginning soon, VERY soon...
"iAm beginning a Revolution.
An era... of Love.
"Believe...
Or BeLeft BeHind."
As the rain continues to fall and soak $hane-o-mac 3ry, he looks down at the raging river... filling with pure drops of beautiful water...
... raYne dives from the cliff's edge... and down into the depths below.
As our camera pans to catch a glimpse of the sight... we see one word... burning in the river...
- BELiEVE -
#rUready?
#bPrepared.
#12.22.13
#let_freedom_ring
#stayTuned
"I am sick and tired of playing this silly game...
... I can't stop the raYne."
- - - - -
note ~ the following is from modDeuce's C.D. rp, 'get the fuck off my truck',
which is, again, located @ wcfwrestling.proboards.com/thread/18225/get-off-truck
"My name... is raYne. The Storm. But I go by another...
"... Shane-o-mac Bry. And soon... the entirety of the WCF SHALL know all three. Very, VERY well...
"... beginning with one particular individual. ... It's showtime, folks."
*open to the inside of a truck... outside a gas station somewhere*
A figure is seen inside the truck, but it's hard to tell who it is due to the angle of the camera... but the person has a pair of pliers. They use the tool to break into a mechanical device... which appears to be some sort of tracking device. The figure reaches in, yanks out cable after cable, making a complete mess of things... before pulling a bottle of ketchup out... and POURING it inside. He then re-attaches the front of the contraption, but ketchup oozes out, and the machine is obviously left in a state of disarray. The person speaks... never looking into the camera, or allowing it to see much of his features...
"... Moddie. Babe. ... I heard your promo. I listened to your words.
"... and you upset me. GREATLY. And thus, I have chosen you as a beginning point. The first in a line of many... You speak as though you have something against my community...
"... the LGBT community. I can sense it in your choice of phrase. And it sickens me... and that is why I have chosen YOU... to make my mark.
"The name is raYne. Remember it. Keep it locked within the inner-most sanctum of that techie mind of yours. Because it is going to be the name that lies beside yours... an 'L' next to 'ModDouche'...
"... and a 'W' next to mine.
"Be prepared, Moddie...
... and Believe."
This figure... raYne... opens the truck door, and departs. Leaving behind the wrecked device...
... and a written message. A piece of paper, with a note, written in hot pink --
"One week... it begins."
'Thunder rumbling
Castle's crumbling
iAm trying to hold on.
God knows that I tried
Seeing the bright side
I'm not blind anymore.'
#storm_warning
|to be continued|
