Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 21:42:36 GMT -5
This is my first ever attempt at a Character Development RP and my first attempt at trying to do a collective series of RP's. Basically the point of this series is to look inside the past of Price and bring to light the issues that cause Price to be the demented, tortured soul that he is. I started out by adding in bits and pieces in my RP's and decided that I wanted to make it a bigger thing. Lerch, so you know, none of the RP's that will be posted in this thread are for Slam or for any PPV. They're simply meant for the growth of the character and for the viewing pleasure of the reader.
With that said some of the things below could be considered rather offensive to some, so I want to warn you of the following: Explicit Language and Physical Abuse.
Hope you enjoy and please, feel free to comment on them at any time.
They'll all find out the truth about you soon enough Jay. And then they will know the man that you really are.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Of course we do. After all....we are a part of you.
You don't exist you're only a product of my own imagination.
You know you don't believe the psychiatric bullshit they try shoving down your throat. You know that we exist inside your mind, so why continue trying to block us from coming out?
Because you....aren't....REAL!
Price awakens in his bedroom, covered in sweat from the dream. He sits up on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he tries to slow his heart beat down.
Price: What the hell am I paying you for Doc? You were supposed to make this shit stop and so far you haven't done anything.
Female Psychiatrist: Mr. Price I've told you before that we need to fully dive into your past before we can worry about your issues in the present.
Price: But there was nothing in my past that could have caused these issues.
Female Psychiatrist: You've told me bits and pieces of your issues with your mother. But all I can gather from that is that you two would argue a lot. What were the arguments about?
Price: They were nothing. And I got over them when I left home and set out on my own.
Female Psychiatrist: But what were they about? Even if you say they were nothing now, they must have been something back then. Otherwise you never would have left home.
Price: Are you sure you want to open up this chapter of my life.
Female Psychiatrist: Mr. Price this is what I've been doing for a living for over twenty years. I assure you there's nothing I haven't heard and nothing that I can't handle.
Price: All right then Doc. Where do you want to start?
Female Psychiatrist: Why don't we start with some of your earliest memories and then work our way forward in time.
Price lays back on the couch and closes his eyes as he thinks back.....
A young Price, maybe 11 or 12 years old, is seen lying in bed asleep.
*CRASH*
Suddenly a loud noise from downstairs awakens him. He sits up in his bed and rubs his eyes.
Price: What was that?
*CRASH*
I told you to shut the fuck up bitch.
Please you're going to wake up Jay.
I don't give a shit about that little pussy. When I tell you to do something you'd better do it.
Price climbs out of his bed and quietly opens up the door, slipping out into the darkness of the hallway. From downstairs the sounds of a woman sobbing can be heard over the breaking of glass.
My meals are never ready on time.
*CRASH*
This house is always a fucking mess.
*CRASH*
What the fuck good are you?
*SLAP*
Hearing that slap drives Price to race down the steps and into the kitchen. With his mother lying on the floor crying, surrounded by pieces of broken glasses and dishes, her current boyfriend stands over her still yelling. Both are oblivious to Price behind them.
Get up now.
*Sobbing*
Get up.
*Sobbing*
The man reaches down and grabs Price's mother by the hair, lifting her up as she screams in pain.
When I tell you to do something you do it.
Price: Get the fuck off of my mother you asshole.
The man turns towards Price.
What did you say?
Price: Get the fuck off of my mother you good for nothing asshole. If you want to hit someone, then come and hit me.
The man throws Price's mother to the ground and onto some shattered glass.
Oh so you want to be mister tough guy now do ya?
Price: I'm tougher than some pussy that hits women.
The man reaches out and smacks Jay across the face.
NO! Don't you dare touch him.
The man turns his head.
Shut up bitch.
He turns back to Price.
Well tough guy, what are you going to do.
Price: I'm going to give you one chance to get the hell out of my house before something really bad happens to you.
Oh really..and what would that be.
Price pulls an open cell phone out of his pocket and hands it to the man. He looks down at the screen and sees that it has been on for several minutes...connected to 911.
Price: The operators been listening to everything for the past 5 minutes and the cops are already on their way.
The man drops the phone and reaches for Price with both hands.
You little punk.
He grabs Price by the head and pushes him into the living room. He pushes him up against a nearby wall and lifts him by his throat.
You think you're so tough. You're nothing but a little punk and that's all you'll ever be.
Price: F.Fu...Fuck....Y..You.
Price takes his right foot and kicks the man directly in the crotch. He drops Price, who falls to the ground gasping for air. Spotlights light up the windows as the front door comes crashing in. Half a dozen armed police officers storm into the house and grab hold of the man on the floor.
Female Psychiatrist: Jay..you witnessed you're own mother being physically abused by her boyfriend?
Price: And that wasn't even the worst part.
Female Psychiatrist: What?
After returning from the police station with his mother, Price goes to the kitchen to try and clean up the mess. His mother follows him and grabs hold of his shoulders, spinning him around.
*SMACK*
How dare you do that to Robert?
Price: How dare I? Mom he was beating the shit out of you. What the fuck was I supposed to do?
He has medical issues. He just forgot to take his medicine.
Price: I smelled his breath when he was trying to choke the life out of me. Trust me mom, he had plenty of his medicine.
*SMACK*
Watch your mouth. You just ruined the best relationship I've had in years with that little stunt.
Price: What the fuck are you talking about? A STUNT? I just saved your ass and mine by getting that asshole locked up.
Get out of my house now.
Price: Mom you've lost it.
Price's mother grabs him by the arm and tries dragging him out of the kitchen. But Price pulls away from her.
Price: You know what fine. I'm out of here.
Price walks out of the kitchen and out the front door, slamming it behind him.
Female Psychiatrist: You're mother blamed you for ending a "good relationship" with an abusive man?
Price: Yeah she did.
Female Psychiatrist: And then she threw you out of the house, at only 12 years old, for doing that?
Price: Yeah.
Female Psychiatrist: And what did you do?
Price: I went to the only people who would take me in at the time. I went to my friend's house down the road and his family let me stay with them for a while.
Female Psychiatrist: And they didn't get suspicious about anything?
Price: No I just told them about what happened and that my Mom was with her sister for a few days recuperating.
Female Psychiatrist: So how did things turn out?
Price: About a week later she found out where I was staying and dropped by to talk to me. She promised that everything was going to change and that things were okay between us again. And of course, like the stupid kid I was, I believed her. I went back home and things were fine for about a month.
Female Psychiatrist: What happened then?
Price: Well.....
[Part 2 will be coming soon. Included in it: The continuation of this visit to the psychiatrist, another repressed memory, and more on the "voices" from Price's dreams.]
With that said some of the things below could be considered rather offensive to some, so I want to warn you of the following: Explicit Language and Physical Abuse.
Hope you enjoy and please, feel free to comment on them at any time.
They'll all find out the truth about you soon enough Jay. And then they will know the man that you really are.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Of course we do. After all....we are a part of you.
You don't exist you're only a product of my own imagination.
You know you don't believe the psychiatric bullshit they try shoving down your throat. You know that we exist inside your mind, so why continue trying to block us from coming out?
Because you....aren't....REAL!
Price awakens in his bedroom, covered in sweat from the dream. He sits up on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he tries to slow his heart beat down.
---------------------------The Next Day-------------------------
Price: What the hell am I paying you for Doc? You were supposed to make this shit stop and so far you haven't done anything.
Female Psychiatrist: Mr. Price I've told you before that we need to fully dive into your past before we can worry about your issues in the present.
Price: But there was nothing in my past that could have caused these issues.
Female Psychiatrist: You've told me bits and pieces of your issues with your mother. But all I can gather from that is that you two would argue a lot. What were the arguments about?
Price: They were nothing. And I got over them when I left home and set out on my own.
Female Psychiatrist: But what were they about? Even if you say they were nothing now, they must have been something back then. Otherwise you never would have left home.
Price: Are you sure you want to open up this chapter of my life.
Female Psychiatrist: Mr. Price this is what I've been doing for a living for over twenty years. I assure you there's nothing I haven't heard and nothing that I can't handle.
Price: All right then Doc. Where do you want to start?
Female Psychiatrist: Why don't we start with some of your earliest memories and then work our way forward in time.
Price lays back on the couch and closes his eyes as he thinks back.....
---------------------------Repressed Memory-------------------------
A young Price, maybe 11 or 12 years old, is seen lying in bed asleep.
*CRASH*
Suddenly a loud noise from downstairs awakens him. He sits up in his bed and rubs his eyes.
Price: What was that?
*CRASH*
I told you to shut the fuck up bitch.
Please you're going to wake up Jay.
I don't give a shit about that little pussy. When I tell you to do something you'd better do it.
Price climbs out of his bed and quietly opens up the door, slipping out into the darkness of the hallway. From downstairs the sounds of a woman sobbing can be heard over the breaking of glass.
My meals are never ready on time.
*CRASH*
This house is always a fucking mess.
*CRASH*
What the fuck good are you?
*SLAP*
Hearing that slap drives Price to race down the steps and into the kitchen. With his mother lying on the floor crying, surrounded by pieces of broken glasses and dishes, her current boyfriend stands over her still yelling. Both are oblivious to Price behind them.
Get up now.
*Sobbing*
Get up.
*Sobbing*
The man reaches down and grabs Price's mother by the hair, lifting her up as she screams in pain.
When I tell you to do something you do it.
Price: Get the fuck off of my mother you asshole.
The man turns towards Price.
What did you say?
Price: Get the fuck off of my mother you good for nothing asshole. If you want to hit someone, then come and hit me.
The man throws Price's mother to the ground and onto some shattered glass.
Oh so you want to be mister tough guy now do ya?
Price: I'm tougher than some pussy that hits women.
The man reaches out and smacks Jay across the face.
NO! Don't you dare touch him.
The man turns his head.
Shut up bitch.
He turns back to Price.
Well tough guy, what are you going to do.
Price: I'm going to give you one chance to get the hell out of my house before something really bad happens to you.
Oh really..and what would that be.
Price pulls an open cell phone out of his pocket and hands it to the man. He looks down at the screen and sees that it has been on for several minutes...connected to 911.
Price: The operators been listening to everything for the past 5 minutes and the cops are already on their way.
The man drops the phone and reaches for Price with both hands.
You little punk.
He grabs Price by the head and pushes him into the living room. He pushes him up against a nearby wall and lifts him by his throat.
You think you're so tough. You're nothing but a little punk and that's all you'll ever be.
Price: F.Fu...Fuck....Y..You.
Price takes his right foot and kicks the man directly in the crotch. He drops Price, who falls to the ground gasping for air. Spotlights light up the windows as the front door comes crashing in. Half a dozen armed police officers storm into the house and grab hold of the man on the floor.
---------------------------Back In The Psychiatrist's Office-------------------------
Female Psychiatrist: Jay..you witnessed you're own mother being physically abused by her boyfriend?
Price: And that wasn't even the worst part.
Female Psychiatrist: What?
---------------------------Repressed Memory-------------------------
After returning from the police station with his mother, Price goes to the kitchen to try and clean up the mess. His mother follows him and grabs hold of his shoulders, spinning him around.
*SMACK*
How dare you do that to Robert?
Price: How dare I? Mom he was beating the shit out of you. What the fuck was I supposed to do?
He has medical issues. He just forgot to take his medicine.
Price: I smelled his breath when he was trying to choke the life out of me. Trust me mom, he had plenty of his medicine.
*SMACK*
Watch your mouth. You just ruined the best relationship I've had in years with that little stunt.
Price: What the fuck are you talking about? A STUNT? I just saved your ass and mine by getting that asshole locked up.
Get out of my house now.
Price: Mom you've lost it.
Price's mother grabs him by the arm and tries dragging him out of the kitchen. But Price pulls away from her.
Price: You know what fine. I'm out of here.
Price walks out of the kitchen and out the front door, slamming it behind him.
---------------------------Back In The Psychiatrist's Office-------------------------
Female Psychiatrist: You're mother blamed you for ending a "good relationship" with an abusive man?
Price: Yeah she did.
Female Psychiatrist: And then she threw you out of the house, at only 12 years old, for doing that?
Price: Yeah.
Female Psychiatrist: And what did you do?
Price: I went to the only people who would take me in at the time. I went to my friend's house down the road and his family let me stay with them for a while.
Female Psychiatrist: And they didn't get suspicious about anything?
Price: No I just told them about what happened and that my Mom was with her sister for a few days recuperating.
Female Psychiatrist: So how did things turn out?
Price: About a week later she found out where I was staying and dropped by to talk to me. She promised that everything was going to change and that things were okay between us again. And of course, like the stupid kid I was, I believed her. I went back home and things were fine for about a month.
Female Psychiatrist: What happened then?
Price: Well.....
[Part 2 will be coming soon. Included in it: The continuation of this visit to the psychiatrist, another repressed memory, and more on the "voices" from Price's dreams.]
