Post by Shay McKay on Sept 25, 2016 10:24:36 GMT -5
An lá tiocfaidh, beidh an fear a ardú
[War RP 1]
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Scene 1: Scarlet for ye bud.
The wind blows across a narrow, dark path. And as rain falls down from the heavens, three young men walk the streets of Dublin City, alone. All three of them wearing black hoodies, as black as the night sky. The camera trails behind the three lads, just barely picking up what they are saying.
Shay McKay: It's feckin' bitter out here!
CRASH!
We hear a loud crashing noise, as the three men turn their heads to the left, towards an alleyway. A man, dressed in a stained grey jumper and ripped jeans, walks out of the dark alleyway with a knife in hand. He limps over towards the three.
Man: Would ye mind given us yer phones their bud?
Two of the lads look worried, they think that the man is going to kill them. Not the man in the middle of the three, however, he looks angry. We see him reach into his pocket, he himself pulls out a hand-knife.
Shay McKay: What did ye say there bud?
Man: Ehhh, nothing! Carry on there!
The three lads carry on walking, two of them looking over their shoulders constantly. They continue to walk in a straight line, as they chat.
Michael O'Sullivan: Nuair atá tú ag dul a WCF? [When are you going to WCF]
Shay McKay, the man in the middle of the three, looks over at Michael O'Sullivan, the man on the left of the three, as if he was stupid. He clears his throat before responding.
Shay McKay: Níl a fhios agam go fóill, tá Cogadh ar 2 Deireadh Fómhair mar sin b'fhéidir ansin.
The third man, Seán Quinn, looks over at Shay. He seems to be laughing at what Shay just said.
Shay McKay: What's so funny, ye dope!
Seán Quinn: War?! You aren't gonna win at War! Why even bother?!
Shay McKay: You fag, I might win, and besides, even if I don't, it would be good to at least do something!
All three continue walking, Shay McKay seeming more angry then ever now. As the time passes, it seems that they are all just walking indefinitely. Forever walking into the night's darkness.
Scene 2
The scene fades in again, this time we are met by a small television set. The image quality on the set is crap and the audio quality is crap, but we can still make out that WCF is playing, an old episode of it, however.
Zach Davis: Trinity in the driver's seat! He runs at Slickie, but Guiliano gets the boot up! Trinity stumbles away and Slickie runs at him and Bulldogs him down to the mat. He stomps on him a few times, working over his back.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like he's going for a submission move now... The Boston Crab!
Zach Davis: When there are more people in the match, it might not be wise to go for submissions. But Slickie is good for now. Will Trinity tap out? He's clearly in pain...
Shannan Lerch: But three, two, one... its time for someone new. And it is-
Zach Davis: OBLIVION BOOTS SLICKIE T RIGHT IN THE HEAD! OUT OF NOWHERE!
Shannan Lerch: NUMBER THREE IS OBLIVION! Oh my God, he came in through the crowd, right behind Slickie. Guiliano didn't even see him!
Suddenly, the television screen goes blank. The camera moves away from the screen and pans in towards the people watching the T.V.
Michael O'Sullivan: An bhfuil tú ag faire go fóill go cac?! [Do you still watch that shite!]
Shay McKay: Yes I was chap! Now put it back on!
Michael O'Sullivan: Sa Ghaeilge, Shay. [In Irish, Shay]
Shay McKay: Feck off! I'm tired of having to speak Irish to you!
Michael O'Sullivan: Táim ag fanacht. [I'm waiting]
Shay McKay: Uhhh! Dul ar ais ar, anois!
Michael O'Sullivan: Tá [Yes]
We can hear Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch commentating again. Shay and Michael sit there quietly watching War 9, until Seán Quinn walks into camera shot.
Seán Quinn: Why are ye watching WCF Shay?
Shay stands up, so that he is face-to-face with Seán. He takes a deep breath before responding to Seán's question. A question that everyone wants to know for some reason.
Shay McKay: Well, I don't want to look like a dope at this upcoming War. So I'm watching previous Wars to see what is the best strategy.
Seán Quinn: Chap, it's easy, two men start, a new bloke enters every two minutes, eliminate other blokes by pinning them or making them tap. Last man standing wins.
Shay takes another deep breath, as he looks down towards his living room floorboards. The wood isn't the best looking, it could do with some T.L.C. The whole room could in fact. The walls, the paint and plaster is beginning to peel. The seats and sofas are stained and worn.
Shay looks back up, staring into the eyes of Seán Quinn.
Shay McKay: You just don't get it, do you?
Shay sits back down, onto his stained, worn sofa and continues to watch War 9.
Seán Quinn: Whatever mate.
Seán joins Shay and Michael. Now all three of the lads are watching Shay's tape of War 9.
Zach Davis: BOOM! OMERTA! The Mascot goes flying back and out of the ring!
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion runs at Slickie now.. OMERTA!
Seán Quinn: He's in the groove!
Zach Davis: No! Oblivion ducks it! Oblivion grabs Slickie from behind and hits a Dragon Suplex!
Shannan Lerch: He keeps it bridged for the pin! One!
Seán Quinn: A pin?! BOOMSHAKALAKA!
Shay McKay: You'd make a deadly commentator, Seán.
Seán Quinn: Wouldn't I?
All three continue to watch War 9. Shay, observing the different tactics and styles of each wrestler, Seán, commentating along to the action, and Michael, sitting there doing nothing. The scene fades to black.
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#OOC: 1022 Words.
[War RP 1]
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Scene 1: Scarlet for ye bud.
The wind blows across a narrow, dark path. And as rain falls down from the heavens, three young men walk the streets of Dublin City, alone. All three of them wearing black hoodies, as black as the night sky. The camera trails behind the three lads, just barely picking up what they are saying.
Shay McKay: It's feckin' bitter out here!
CRASH!
We hear a loud crashing noise, as the three men turn their heads to the left, towards an alleyway. A man, dressed in a stained grey jumper and ripped jeans, walks out of the dark alleyway with a knife in hand. He limps over towards the three.
Man: Would ye mind given us yer phones their bud?
Two of the lads look worried, they think that the man is going to kill them. Not the man in the middle of the three, however, he looks angry. We see him reach into his pocket, he himself pulls out a hand-knife.
Shay McKay: What did ye say there bud?
Man: Ehhh, nothing! Carry on there!
The three lads carry on walking, two of them looking over their shoulders constantly. They continue to walk in a straight line, as they chat.
Michael O'Sullivan: Nuair atá tú ag dul a WCF? [When are you going to WCF]
Shay McKay, the man in the middle of the three, looks over at Michael O'Sullivan, the man on the left of the three, as if he was stupid. He clears his throat before responding.
Shay McKay: Níl a fhios agam go fóill, tá Cogadh ar 2 Deireadh Fómhair mar sin b'fhéidir ansin.
The third man, Seán Quinn, looks over at Shay. He seems to be laughing at what Shay just said.
Shay McKay: What's so funny, ye dope!
Seán Quinn: War?! You aren't gonna win at War! Why even bother?!
Shay McKay: You fag, I might win, and besides, even if I don't, it would be good to at least do something!
All three continue walking, Shay McKay seeming more angry then ever now. As the time passes, it seems that they are all just walking indefinitely. Forever walking into the night's darkness.
Scene 2
The scene fades in again, this time we are met by a small television set. The image quality on the set is crap and the audio quality is crap, but we can still make out that WCF is playing, an old episode of it, however.
Zach Davis: Trinity in the driver's seat! He runs at Slickie, but Guiliano gets the boot up! Trinity stumbles away and Slickie runs at him and Bulldogs him down to the mat. He stomps on him a few times, working over his back.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like he's going for a submission move now... The Boston Crab!
Zach Davis: When there are more people in the match, it might not be wise to go for submissions. But Slickie is good for now. Will Trinity tap out? He's clearly in pain...
Shannan Lerch: But three, two, one... its time for someone new. And it is-
Zach Davis: OBLIVION BOOTS SLICKIE T RIGHT IN THE HEAD! OUT OF NOWHERE!
Shannan Lerch: NUMBER THREE IS OBLIVION! Oh my God, he came in through the crowd, right behind Slickie. Guiliano didn't even see him!
Suddenly, the television screen goes blank. The camera moves away from the screen and pans in towards the people watching the T.V.
Michael O'Sullivan: An bhfuil tú ag faire go fóill go cac?! [Do you still watch that shite!]
Shay McKay: Yes I was chap! Now put it back on!
Michael O'Sullivan: Sa Ghaeilge, Shay. [In Irish, Shay]
Shay McKay: Feck off! I'm tired of having to speak Irish to you!
Michael O'Sullivan: Táim ag fanacht. [I'm waiting]
Shay McKay: Uhhh! Dul ar ais ar, anois!
Michael O'Sullivan: Tá [Yes]
We can hear Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch commentating again. Shay and Michael sit there quietly watching War 9, until Seán Quinn walks into camera shot.
Seán Quinn: Why are ye watching WCF Shay?
Shay stands up, so that he is face-to-face with Seán. He takes a deep breath before responding to Seán's question. A question that everyone wants to know for some reason.
Shay McKay: Well, I don't want to look like a dope at this upcoming War. So I'm watching previous Wars to see what is the best strategy.
Seán Quinn: Chap, it's easy, two men start, a new bloke enters every two minutes, eliminate other blokes by pinning them or making them tap. Last man standing wins.
Shay takes another deep breath, as he looks down towards his living room floorboards. The wood isn't the best looking, it could do with some T.L.C. The whole room could in fact. The walls, the paint and plaster is beginning to peel. The seats and sofas are stained and worn.
Shay looks back up, staring into the eyes of Seán Quinn.
Shay McKay: You just don't get it, do you?
Shay sits back down, onto his stained, worn sofa and continues to watch War 9.
Seán Quinn: Whatever mate.
Seán joins Shay and Michael. Now all three of the lads are watching Shay's tape of War 9.
Zach Davis: BOOM! OMERTA! The Mascot goes flying back and out of the ring!
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion runs at Slickie now.. OMERTA!
Seán Quinn: He's in the groove!
Zach Davis: No! Oblivion ducks it! Oblivion grabs Slickie from behind and hits a Dragon Suplex!
Shannan Lerch: He keeps it bridged for the pin! One!
Seán Quinn: A pin?! BOOMSHAKALAKA!
Shay McKay: You'd make a deadly commentator, Seán.
Seán Quinn: Wouldn't I?
All three continue to watch War 9. Shay, observing the different tactics and styles of each wrestler, Seán, commentating along to the action, and Michael, sitting there doing nothing. The scene fades to black.
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#OOC: 1022 Words.
