Date Posted:02/26/2012 3:52 PMCopy HTML
Warning: This roleplay may contain things not suitable for everyone. There may be some violence, there may be some foul language, hell there may even be some sexual content. So all you single-minded people out there...TURN BACK NOW!!! You've been warned... | | R/p Title | Boredom Stikes Upon The Hatred(Open) | Hitlist | Currently facing the Co Owner Of WBW and Owner of Adernaline | Loved | Single | Loathed | many! | ICC | La La La La Boredom | OCC | Hating the sickness | TBCB | Anyone who want to dare. | Music Inspiration | anything that I want to listen |
| My, A sheer boredom has strucken upon the lifeless but what they lacked in their own knowledge is something that seems to make me more curious on what others tends to think about their own down falls. You have to wonders was this the poor choices of words for others like myself to do this? Who have that fateful answer is beyond me so, Let not waste any more time into this since, Things are about to get really heated.
Scene slowly opens up to where Lorcan was walking in the hall way while sporting his regular clothes that he been so fond of as of late which happens to be a leather coat that has sliver cross on the back of it, A pair of his merchidised sleeveless t-shirt that is pure black while having a route 66 paints that he only likes thus far coming to this place in America. He continues his journey toward to his locker room since, He was having so much time on his hands unti lhe goes one on one with the co owner of Adernaline. He was looking so forward to it since, He get to test his pure german's wrestling skills to the very best when he face her. He stops for a second to see the snickering from the crew members who obivious seems to be enjoying watching the boredom that strikes this very man as of late. Lorcan's expression on his face changes from a cold calausious type of look into a sheer disgusted type. He knew that he was hating these type of people for a reason and now, He proven it that this place was nothing more than pure hatred in his own eyes. Sure, He wasn't a type who embraces this land so quite easily like many others who came into this company but he wasn't going to change how he acts for others as well. He turns his head back straight in front of him to say to himself.
{Lorcan Balthazar in mind} These frail of idioten von mens are nothing more than mere weaklings. They shall find out soon what lies before themshelves.
He chuckles while thinking of many ways of torturing the bodies of others fo rhis own amusement which was somethign that only certain few would desires and admires. He once again started to head toward more further into the hall way where he was once again stops by the backstage interview who happens to be holding her petty little microphone in her hands while the lousy of the camera man who seems to be enjoying fliming like the oaf that he is. Lorcan expression once again started to change from digusted into mer hatred for these rude interupptions that seems to he happening as of late. He could care less if people was wanting to find out what his plans are in this company but he wasn't going to spill his own master plans. Jane Heart started to walk up toward to Lorcan while her camera man seems to be in consent fears knowing what would be fallen on them both. Jane knew that she had the perfect opportunity to extract some type of informations for the fans that are currently inside the arena and the ones at home who are watching with their bitty eyes on their television. She looks up toward to him with her microphone in her hands that seems to be nothing more than glued to her hand from many others would only assumed. Jane clear her young throat to say.
||Jane Heart|| Excuse me Mr. Balthazar? I can't helped but wonder, What are you doing here instead of getting ready for your match with the boss?
Lorcan stood there with so much hatred for these pathetic questions that are asked by this woman. Really, Was this the only form of entertainment that he was wanting from the company? Lorcan moves his blue eyes toward to Jane who seems to be asking him that very question which many others would say it's was important for them to know. He reached to her hand that was holding the microphone to bring it closer to his very lips to say.
{Lorcan Balthazar} So, The little Jane Heart wants to know my plans for Adernaline huh? Too bad for you and thse idiotes that are in my presence as of now. You see foolish idiots. I'm something that isn't man made no no no, I'm something that will be the instrument of their own downfalls regardless of them wanting to admit it or not.
He slowly breath in and out from the nose to continues to say.
{Lorcan Balthazar} Some can labled me as the pathetic carbon copy of The Underaker or anything else like that but what they lacked is their own minds. For them, They aren't smart enough to see that I'm qute simply better than anyone who comes close to me. When Adernaline, They will see the side that will be unliked any type of forced of Satan nor god has ever seen before. Now, I've grown bored from seeing you and that pathetic poor excuse of the camera man. Get out of my sight before I do worst to you.
Both of them started to walked away from Lorcan who seem to be pleased on how he handled himself in that but he knew that someone was indeed watching him from the shadows. He doesn't know who that person was but he wasn't quite liking how that very person stood around to see what happens. He lowered his head to closes his eyes to say.
{Lorcan Balthazar} I know you're hiding in the shadows. Make yourself known before I dragged your carcassed into a grave for the damned.
He stood idlely by waiting for that very person to come out of the shadows. | Disclaimer: This layout is made by Award winning layout designer Bloody Phantom for the use of Ryan as Lorcan Rufus Baltazar. |
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