Scars and Secrets- Cipher RP 7-10-23
Jun 30, 2023 16:45:29 GMT -5
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Post by Cipher on Jun 30, 2023 16:45:29 GMT -5
Scars and Secrets
Las Vegas, Nevada is known as the city of lights. Bright lights and noise was exactly the opposite of what Owen Knight wanted right now, but it may just be the distraction he needs to get past this… whatever this is. And just like the city itself, his exterior is merely veils of the seedy underbelly that lies beneath.
The disheveled man walks into the hotel room looking like this is where he belongs. The light flickers above him as he puts his go bag on the dresser and closes the door behind him. As he sits on the bed a cloud of dust in the shape of a skull surrounds him but he doesn’t notice as he puts his hands on his face and rubs his calloused fingers on the newly formed scars adorning his cheeks. He runs his fingers through his matted and greasy hair and looks around the room in disbelief.
Did he really see what he just saw? He drove for nearly two days straight, only stopping to fill up the tank and to refuel himself. The farther he is from the incident the more unbelievable it seems, and the less he feels he can believe his own eyes. Or his own memories.
Were those memories even his any longer, or were they from a horror movie. This type of thing wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be in a loving family and be successful. But he had to break the mold. He had to be different. And look where it got him.
In a hotel where he is definitely gonna get pink eye.
A staticky view of Doc Holiday and Jens shows on the screen as it’s quickly replaced by a pair of haunting green eyes and a raspy broken down voice.
Voice
Be loud, be boisterous. Take what you want from whomever you want. Win, lose, draw. Never you mind because in that mind of yours you always come out on top. You always end up ahead.
But are you in control? Or are you just far enough ahead so that your
neck
is
exposed
and ready for the taking.
Be mindful of who you are and what you can be because the sanctity of madness lies within all of us like a sleeping wildebeest. You underperform time and time again but that ego of yours never wains.
Admirable.
Ignorant.
The view changes to Holo Make being out of position to protect his charge at Evolution before changing back to the same haunting green eyes, this time showing more of the masked face that the voice is coming from. The camera wavers and bounces and the voice continues.
Voice
Where were you Holo? Do you have a mind of your own? Do you have a thought of your own, or are your thoughts only held true by the one that made you who you are? Would you be anything if you weren’t brought here by your true master, and if your sole duty in life is to protect him then.
Where were you, Holo? Were you living in your little world where the only thing that matters is where and when you’ll get your next meal. The man whose life you’ve promised to keep safe is dying. What then? What will you do? Where will that next meal come from?
Where were you, Holo?
Another screen shift to Evolution again, during the tag team championship. A shot not seen in the event, appearing to be a cell phone video of Marcus Collins watching painfully unable to do anything about the impending defeat at the hands of the Ban Bros, back to the haunting green eyes, the masked face and the tatted shoulders of the voice echoing in a desolate room.
Voice
Pain in defeat is not pain. But those eyes, that feeling of despair you felt… I know that feeling. I know that pain. I’ve BEEN that pain many times before. Lifelessness in it’s animosity and helplessness in it’s obscurity faltering against the ultimate nature of mankind.
When you get knocked down, you get back up again. And such is man. And such is life and so are you, Marcus Collins. So are you ever trying to reach and grab and find and fight and desire. But the only way to Nirvana is to leave all desire behind.
And that’s what I’ve done.
The phone gets put on a table as the man steps backwards into view revealing the cascading facade of a martial artist mixed with a luchador wrestler. Trembling as he shows his full body to the camera but his voice never faltering.
Cipher
They call me Cipher. The enigma. The puzzle. The one who has joined this place with a purpose to make it his own. To call it home, because you see I have no place to call home, and no one to call lover. I have no family to call my own, and no heart that can be broken.
That means I have nothing to lose. That means that when I step into any room at any time at any place that means I will gladly leave everything I have there if the moment calls for it. Friendship is weakness, family is weakness, allies are just enemies that haven’t turned on you yet. Nothing lasts forever except the unbearable silence surrounding those who have lose their way in the world and are searching for the valuable sound of the blood rushing through your veins as you watch the livelihood of a person vanish from their eyes.
Up and over.
Over and down.
Down and out.
Not I. Not me. NOT NOW. I WILL NEVER FALL VICTIM OF THE AVARICE THAT SURROUNDS EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!
This beautiful storm is coming. And I AM the eye.