Post by metallicaevans on Jun 15, 2012 20:06:35 GMT -5
(SET BEFORE ELECTRA’S ROLEPLAY)
I walk on into the apartment I shared with my co-worker and honestly one of my best friends, fellow professional wrestling diva Electra Stevens, shortly after unlocking the door with my key. As soon as I step foot into the apartment, I see Electra sitting on our sofa, eating some ice cream and looking at something on her laptop. What it was, I could not see from this point, but by the look on her face I’d guess she wasn’t exactly excited about whatever she was looking at. Obviously she hasn’t found the porn sites I keep looking at.
She turns her head to me, looking rather miserable but she soon perks up and smiles at my arrival.
Electra Stevens
“Where’ve you been?”
I turn away from eye contact and begin to scratch the back of my head. That was my “tell”, something I did whenever I was lying or wanting to avoid something or someone. Electra knew me pretty well but I doubt she’d know my “tell” ... would she?
I return eye contact to Electra, who has now grown a suspicious facial expression. Maybe she did know me that well after all.
Electra Stevens
“... you don’t wanna tell me?”
I nod, signifying a no.
Electra Stevens
“That’s fine ... I just thought we were supposed to be friends ...” She says in a harsh tone. It kinda hurt (
)
I remove my coat, hanging it up on our wooden coat hanger before gently sitting next to Electra, wanting to see what she was looking at on her laptop.
Electra laughs a little.
Electra Stevens
“Nosey, aren’t you?”
I smile.
Metallica Evans
“Just curious”
Electra
“It’s just ... It's nothing, just looking at the site, keeping up to date with the fed.”
Metallica
“Oh, right.”
Electra looks me up and down, noticing I’m not dressed in my usual clothing. In place of the emo eyeliner I usually wore, I had much smaller eyeliner around my eyes, this type really brought out my eyes. Gone were the rock band t-shirts, in were the black leather coat, pink top and black suit jacket combo. Out with the ripped blue jeans, in with the denim skirt and black tights. Replacing my usual black and white laced shoes were big white and black boots that seemed to really suit me. Electra looks confused, as if she thought she would have never seen me looking so ... normal.
Electra struggles to find her words.
Electra
“Er ... erm ... wh- ... what are ... what are you wearing?”
I look down at myself and smile.
Metallica
“Just trying something different.”
Electra smirks.
Electra
“For you ... or for the girl you’re seeing?”
I blush and put on a smiley face but deep inside my mind, I was yelling “HOW DID SHE KNOW!!!”
I once again turn away from eye contact and scratch the back of my head. I REALLY didn’t want to tell her who I was seeing, so I lied.
Metallica
“I ... erm ... I was just hanging out with a friend.”
Electra looks suspicious.
Electra
“Did you ... erm ... you know ...”
Electra does the “sex” hand genture, forcing me to laugh. I keep on smiling as I answer her.
Metallica
“Haha, no, no ... there were other people there too. It was kinda like a party in his house.”
Electra looks annoyed.
Electra
“How come I wasn’t invited!?”
I roll my eyes.
Metallica
“Because you’re ... erm ...”
Electra
“I’m what?”
Metallica
“... a bit ... erm ... older than the rest of us.”
Electra still looks annoyed but she lets the comment go.
Electra
“Who was there, then?”
Metallica
“Me, Rye, Stytch and his wife, Hannah and Jessica Madison, Carl Farmer and a few friends of Rye’s.”
That was a lie. There was no party. This is becoming a whole we of lies
Electra facepalms.
Electra
“Don’t tell me you’re into Rye. You can do a LOT better.”
I laugh it off as a joke, mostly because that’s exactly what it was. A joke. Me and Rye? As if! No, the guy I’ve been spending time with recently isn’t anything like that little twit. He’s strong, handsome, kind, intelligent and sexy. He’s so ... I don’t know, I just find him fascinating. Of cause I’m talking about one of my co-workers in NYCCW, a man I would rather call my “cutiepie”. I’m not crazy, I’m not obsessed ... and I know it could never work ... but I’ve been spending time with him recently and I just ... I wouldn’t say I love him .... but ... I kinda do. I don’t think he sees me that way but I guess I can keep on trying to win his heart. His big cuddly heart.
Metallica
“Fuck no. I wouldn’t be seen dead with him. He thinks he’s all gangsta and shit but the most “gangsta” thing he’s done recently is probably farting on the bus.”
Electra smiles.
Electra
“So who is this mystery man?”
Metallica
“I told you, we’re not dating.”
Electra
“But you want to, right?”
Metallica
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Electra smiles again.
Electra
“C’mon, tell me who he is.”
Metallica
“I really can’t. You wouldn’t understand.”
Electra
“As long as you’re not seeing Bob, I’ll understand.”
I giggle before heading back to the door and putting my coat back on. Electra looks over to me and wonders ...
Electra
“You’re going out again?”
I look back, looking guilty and put on a fake smile. I could tell Electra could see through it.
Metallica
“I’m supposed to ... er ... meet up with my sister, she’s on holiday and she’s staying at the hotel a few blocks away. You can come with, if you want.”
Electra pulls a face, replying with “nah, you go have fun with your sister. Maybe we’ll all go drinking together after the show.”
I smile for two reasons. 1) Holy fucking shit, she just read my mind! and 2) my sister is a LOT wilder than me, so Electra had no idea what she was letting herself in for.
Electra gives me an odd look as I pick up my newly bought handbag..
Electra
“Is it alright if Drake comes over? You’re not gonna be coming back early, are you?”
I giggle, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. She was trying to make sure I didn’t come back home early and catch her and Drake doing “training” in her bedroom.
Metallica
“I’ll be back late, so you’ve got a good few hours for some “squidgey fun time”.”
Electra blushes as I wave bye-bye to her and leave the apartment, letting out a stressful deep exhale on the other side of the door. I make my way to the elevator and go on my journey to “meet up with my sister”. Of cause that wasn’t what I was really doing. My only fear was that Electra knew this too.
Back at the apartment, Electra’s on the phone to Drake, flirting with each other as she calls him over for some “alone time”. Obviously Drake complies and begins to head to the apartment but not too long after my leaving, a small dot appear on the very bottom of Electra’s laptop, unbeknownst to her. It was of cause the work of H4ck3r ... and me.
I wasn’t proud to admit it but when I was checking what Electra was looking at, I placed a modded memory stick that H4ck3r gave me into the side of the laptop. H4ck3r modded it to work unbeknownst to Electra, hacking into her webcam and allowing him to see through it 24/7 without Electra knowing. This was H4ck3r’s spying method. A method I helped with. I helped a lunatic spy on my best friend. I’m a sucky friend, I know, but nice girls don’t get anywhere in the world. If I’m gonna make my way back to the top of the food chain, I might have to take down a few friends on the way.
I walk with guilty in my step. Guilty and dog shit. Fucking bastard always leaves the dog crap outside our apartment building. What have I done? Have I helped an unknown hero “save” Electra or have I aided an insane computer-obssessed man in living out his fantasies of spying on a beautiful woman? I didn’t know. All I knew was that right now, all I had in this world was the help of a madman. I only have one question about what I’ve done.
When does he live up to his end of the bargain?
He promised me he’d save my career, but will he help me win matches or will he simply fuck me over? I wouldn’t imagine so, he always lives up to his promises. He looked after Electra until she awoke in the alley, so hopefully he wouldn’t screw me out of my job by not living up to his end of the bargain, helping me get out of my losing streak, the same losing streak that's causing me to possibly lose my career and be sent back to Ireland.
I walk down a dark street, suddenly being pulled into a dark alley to my surprise. The man holds me to the wall and asks me in a mechanical voice “have you done the deed?”. Thank god it’s H4ck3r ... or not ... maybe I’ve thought-spoke too soon?
I nod, being replied with an almost animated nod from H4ck3r and an almost mechanical snake-like voice saying “excellent ...”.
H4ck3r
“Miss Evans, you look so beautiful tonight.”
I smile. I don’t know what it was about him ... maybe it was the fear and nervousness he put me through? ... but I just wanted to lift up the mask and kiss H4ck3r. I’ve seen him without the mask ... I know he’s got gorgeous lips.
Metallica
“Th-th-thanks ... hehe”
H4ck3r
“Here. A present.”
H4ck3r passes me a black bag containing some sort of clothing. I rip open the black bag, finding myself looking at my very own H4ck3r armour, modified with purple outlines around the armoured plates, a plain white feminine hard plastic mask replacing the paintball mask, a pair of black and purple sneakers, a purple watch, a tight white hoodie and black and dark purple motorcross jeans. I held the bag of clothes in my arms, looking shocked.
Metallica
“What’s this for?”
H4ck3r
“For helping me. You’re welcome.”
He attempts to walk away but I stop him.
Metallica
“But what am I supposed to do with this? How will this help me win matches and save my career?”
A mechanical giggle comes from behind the mask.
H4ck3r
“You idiot, can’t you work it out?”
I nod, signifying a no. H4ck3r lets out a mechanical puff.
H4ck3r
“Agh. Okay, when you put on that costume ... you’re not Metallica Evans anymore. Nobody knows we’re working together and nobody knows it’ll be you under the mask. Use it to get what you want. Whether it be taking out scum like Drake Hunter or defeating the competition before they get a chance to even step into the arena. You keep it, save it for a rainy day. Just make me proud. Later.”
H4ck3r runs off down the dark alleyway, running eventually out of sight as he climbs his way over a fence and seems to wonder off into the furthest reaches of my vision. I look down at the bag and pull a “:L” face.
Metallica
“Where the hell am I supposed to hide this?”
I didn't want to do that to Electra ... and I don't want to wear this costume and attack people I hate ... but I've got no more options left.
Just to specify, I did this in a hurry and I made a few mistakes. Just so you know, the party never happened so it was a lie and Metallica's sister IS in town but she lied about going to see her. Hope that clears everything up. Sorry if it seems a bit crap, I didn't have much time to do it.
I walk on into the apartment I shared with my co-worker and honestly one of my best friends, fellow professional wrestling diva Electra Stevens, shortly after unlocking the door with my key. As soon as I step foot into the apartment, I see Electra sitting on our sofa, eating some ice cream and looking at something on her laptop. What it was, I could not see from this point, but by the look on her face I’d guess she wasn’t exactly excited about whatever she was looking at. Obviously she hasn’t found the porn sites I keep looking at.
She turns her head to me, looking rather miserable but she soon perks up and smiles at my arrival.
Electra Stevens
“Where’ve you been?”
I turn away from eye contact and begin to scratch the back of my head. That was my “tell”, something I did whenever I was lying or wanting to avoid something or someone. Electra knew me pretty well but I doubt she’d know my “tell” ... would she?
I return eye contact to Electra, who has now grown a suspicious facial expression. Maybe she did know me that well after all.
Electra Stevens
“... you don’t wanna tell me?”
I nod, signifying a no.
Electra Stevens
“That’s fine ... I just thought we were supposed to be friends ...” She says in a harsh tone. It kinda hurt (
)I remove my coat, hanging it up on our wooden coat hanger before gently sitting next to Electra, wanting to see what she was looking at on her laptop.
Electra laughs a little.
Electra Stevens
“Nosey, aren’t you?”
I smile.
Metallica Evans
“Just curious”
Electra
“It’s just ... It's nothing, just looking at the site, keeping up to date with the fed.”
Metallica
“Oh, right.”
Electra looks me up and down, noticing I’m not dressed in my usual clothing. In place of the emo eyeliner I usually wore, I had much smaller eyeliner around my eyes, this type really brought out my eyes. Gone were the rock band t-shirts, in were the black leather coat, pink top and black suit jacket combo. Out with the ripped blue jeans, in with the denim skirt and black tights. Replacing my usual black and white laced shoes were big white and black boots that seemed to really suit me. Electra looks confused, as if she thought she would have never seen me looking so ... normal.
Electra struggles to find her words.
Electra
“Er ... erm ... wh- ... what are ... what are you wearing?”
I look down at myself and smile.
Metallica
“Just trying something different.”
Electra smirks.
Electra
“For you ... or for the girl you’re seeing?”
I blush and put on a smiley face but deep inside my mind, I was yelling “HOW DID SHE KNOW!!!”
I once again turn away from eye contact and scratch the back of my head. I REALLY didn’t want to tell her who I was seeing, so I lied.
Metallica
“I ... erm ... I was just hanging out with a friend.”
Electra looks suspicious.
Electra
“Did you ... erm ... you know ...”
Electra does the “sex” hand genture, forcing me to laugh. I keep on smiling as I answer her.
Metallica
“Haha, no, no ... there were other people there too. It was kinda like a party in his house.”
Electra looks annoyed.
Electra
“How come I wasn’t invited!?”
I roll my eyes.
Metallica
“Because you’re ... erm ...”
Electra
“I’m what?”
Metallica
“... a bit ... erm ... older than the rest of us.”
Electra still looks annoyed but she lets the comment go.
Electra
“Who was there, then?”
Metallica
“Me, Rye, Stytch and his wife, Hannah and Jessica Madison, Carl Farmer and a few friends of Rye’s.”
That was a lie. There was no party. This is becoming a whole we of lies
Electra facepalms.
Electra
“Don’t tell me you’re into Rye. You can do a LOT better.”
I laugh it off as a joke, mostly because that’s exactly what it was. A joke. Me and Rye? As if! No, the guy I’ve been spending time with recently isn’t anything like that little twit. He’s strong, handsome, kind, intelligent and sexy. He’s so ... I don’t know, I just find him fascinating. Of cause I’m talking about one of my co-workers in NYCCW, a man I would rather call my “cutiepie”. I’m not crazy, I’m not obsessed ... and I know it could never work ... but I’ve been spending time with him recently and I just ... I wouldn’t say I love him .... but ... I kinda do. I don’t think he sees me that way but I guess I can keep on trying to win his heart. His big cuddly heart.
Metallica
“Fuck no. I wouldn’t be seen dead with him. He thinks he’s all gangsta and shit but the most “gangsta” thing he’s done recently is probably farting on the bus.”
Electra smiles.
Electra
“So who is this mystery man?”
Metallica
“I told you, we’re not dating.”
Electra
“But you want to, right?”
Metallica
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Electra smiles again.
Electra
“C’mon, tell me who he is.”
Metallica
“I really can’t. You wouldn’t understand.”
Electra
“As long as you’re not seeing Bob, I’ll understand.”
I giggle before heading back to the door and putting my coat back on. Electra looks over to me and wonders ...
Electra
“You’re going out again?”
I look back, looking guilty and put on a fake smile. I could tell Electra could see through it.
Metallica
“I’m supposed to ... er ... meet up with my sister, she’s on holiday and she’s staying at the hotel a few blocks away. You can come with, if you want.”
Electra pulls a face, replying with “nah, you go have fun with your sister. Maybe we’ll all go drinking together after the show.”
I smile for two reasons. 1) Holy fucking shit, she just read my mind! and 2) my sister is a LOT wilder than me, so Electra had no idea what she was letting herself in for.
Electra gives me an odd look as I pick up my newly bought handbag..
Electra
“Is it alright if Drake comes over? You’re not gonna be coming back early, are you?”
I giggle, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. She was trying to make sure I didn’t come back home early and catch her and Drake doing “training” in her bedroom.
Metallica
“I’ll be back late, so you’ve got a good few hours for some “squidgey fun time”.”
Electra blushes as I wave bye-bye to her and leave the apartment, letting out a stressful deep exhale on the other side of the door. I make my way to the elevator and go on my journey to “meet up with my sister”. Of cause that wasn’t what I was really doing. My only fear was that Electra knew this too.
Back at the apartment, Electra’s on the phone to Drake, flirting with each other as she calls him over for some “alone time”. Obviously Drake complies and begins to head to the apartment but not too long after my leaving, a small dot appear on the very bottom of Electra’s laptop, unbeknownst to her. It was of cause the work of H4ck3r ... and me.
I wasn’t proud to admit it but when I was checking what Electra was looking at, I placed a modded memory stick that H4ck3r gave me into the side of the laptop. H4ck3r modded it to work unbeknownst to Electra, hacking into her webcam and allowing him to see through it 24/7 without Electra knowing. This was H4ck3r’s spying method. A method I helped with. I helped a lunatic spy on my best friend. I’m a sucky friend, I know, but nice girls don’t get anywhere in the world. If I’m gonna make my way back to the top of the food chain, I might have to take down a few friends on the way.
I walk with guilty in my step. Guilty and dog shit. Fucking bastard always leaves the dog crap outside our apartment building. What have I done? Have I helped an unknown hero “save” Electra or have I aided an insane computer-obssessed man in living out his fantasies of spying on a beautiful woman? I didn’t know. All I knew was that right now, all I had in this world was the help of a madman. I only have one question about what I’ve done.
When does he live up to his end of the bargain?
He promised me he’d save my career, but will he help me win matches or will he simply fuck me over? I wouldn’t imagine so, he always lives up to his promises. He looked after Electra until she awoke in the alley, so hopefully he wouldn’t screw me out of my job by not living up to his end of the bargain, helping me get out of my losing streak, the same losing streak that's causing me to possibly lose my career and be sent back to Ireland.
I walk down a dark street, suddenly being pulled into a dark alley to my surprise. The man holds me to the wall and asks me in a mechanical voice “have you done the deed?”. Thank god it’s H4ck3r ... or not ... maybe I’ve thought-spoke too soon?
I nod, being replied with an almost animated nod from H4ck3r and an almost mechanical snake-like voice saying “excellent ...”.
H4ck3r
“Miss Evans, you look so beautiful tonight.”
I smile. I don’t know what it was about him ... maybe it was the fear and nervousness he put me through? ... but I just wanted to lift up the mask and kiss H4ck3r. I’ve seen him without the mask ... I know he’s got gorgeous lips.
Metallica
“Th-th-thanks ... hehe”
H4ck3r
“Here. A present.”
H4ck3r passes me a black bag containing some sort of clothing. I rip open the black bag, finding myself looking at my very own H4ck3r armour, modified with purple outlines around the armoured plates, a plain white feminine hard plastic mask replacing the paintball mask, a pair of black and purple sneakers, a purple watch, a tight white hoodie and black and dark purple motorcross jeans. I held the bag of clothes in my arms, looking shocked.
Metallica
“What’s this for?”
H4ck3r
“For helping me. You’re welcome.”
He attempts to walk away but I stop him.
Metallica
“But what am I supposed to do with this? How will this help me win matches and save my career?”
A mechanical giggle comes from behind the mask.
H4ck3r
“You idiot, can’t you work it out?”
I nod, signifying a no. H4ck3r lets out a mechanical puff.
H4ck3r
“Agh. Okay, when you put on that costume ... you’re not Metallica Evans anymore. Nobody knows we’re working together and nobody knows it’ll be you under the mask. Use it to get what you want. Whether it be taking out scum like Drake Hunter or defeating the competition before they get a chance to even step into the arena. You keep it, save it for a rainy day. Just make me proud. Later.”
H4ck3r runs off down the dark alleyway, running eventually out of sight as he climbs his way over a fence and seems to wonder off into the furthest reaches of my vision. I look down at the bag and pull a “:L” face.
Metallica
“Where the hell am I supposed to hide this?”
I didn't want to do that to Electra ... and I don't want to wear this costume and attack people I hate ... but I've got no more options left.
Just to specify, I did this in a hurry and I made a few mistakes. Just so you know, the party never happened so it was a lie and Metallica's sister IS in town but she lied about going to see her. Hope that clears everything up. Sorry if it seems a bit crap, I didn't have much time to do it.