Post by Pegasus on Jul 16, 2005 17:55:11 GMT -5
I should have known something was different when I first showed up at the arena for Trauma. I hadn't been there all week, but some of the staff gazed at me as if I'd come back from the dead. That should have given it away, but I was too focused on my current plans. It was supposed to be a tag match, Slither and myself facing Divine and Prophet, but when the bell signaled the start of the match, I only saw Prophet. I chased him into the parking lot where, sadly, he escaped.
I waited around the arena in the shadows hoping he would come back so I could finish what I had started, but I had no such luck. I called it a night, left the arena, and then retired to my room at the hotel for the night. I would awake a few hours later, around six I believe it was, and I returned to the arena. I knew it was foolhardy to do so, not only because he could easily find me first, but because he more than likely would not show up at the arena at all, and probably wouldn't be seen around the area until Return to Glory. It wasn't a bad thing, I would get to face him at the PPV, but I just couldn't shake the feelings I was having the closer the match came.
Why had The Prophet singled me out of the entire roster. Of all the other men and women, it had to be me. The more and more I thought about it, the more I wish I could have gotten a hold of him at one of the last Trauma events. It just didn't feel right, this match I had. The closer the event drew, the more my fears seemed to claw at me. The past two events, Prophet had run from me, but now... now he'd have to face me. It was something I wasn't sure I was ready for, but I knew I had to go through with it as much, if not more, than he did. The sun brought me out of my trance like state, and I realized I had walked from one end of the arena all the way to the other and out the door. It was then I decided to give up my search for Prophet and figured that I should go check the dropbox that I had near the locker room.
Running one hand through his hair, stopping halfway through the motion as a yawn freezes him, Pegasus looks up into some trees that stood not far away. Two robins hopped about the branches, one coming closer to the other, and then with one quick flap took off straight for the other bird. In seconds, they were both flapping in the air in a sort of duel, an aerial "dog fight" between birds. The birds soon flew out of eyesight, and Pegasus once again yawned.
He spun quickly on his heels, and then entered into the building the same way he had exited it a short while ago. He was surprised at how tired he actually was as he attempted to stifle yet another yawn. Luckily for him, his drop box wasn't too far away, and as he finally let out another yawn, neither was the parking lot. Even in his tired state, Pegasus can't help but see the staff out of the corner of his eyes as they turn and whisper to one another.
Staff: ... he hasn't seen the video yet. I heard all about it from Janet at the front desk. The Prophet has chosen him...
Pegasus had arrived at his drop box, and shrugging off the whispers as him just hearing things due to fatigue, he just drops all the contents into his gym bag. He was going to work out if Prophet never showed up, but he was too tired for it now. It'd be best for him if he just went to the hotel and rested, Return to Glory was not very far away and any rest would be helpful. He hurried to his truck, and was entering his room at the hotel a few minutes later. His bag was loosely slung over a shoulder, and as he approached his bed, he tried to throw the bag to the floor by the end of the bed. It didn't quite make the short distance though, and tumbled onto the bed spilling the mail and other objects that were in his dropbox upon the bed. It was then that Pegasus noticed a small rectangular item, a video tape, mixed in with his scattered mail. He lifted it and read the label.
OOC: Timeline wise, this RP takes place the day after Trauma... just thought I'd clear that up as I read through it and kinda confused myself
And uh... heh... turned out to be shorter than what I wanted... but I'll make up for it, so don't worry Proph... I'll still give ya a battle 
I waited around the arena in the shadows hoping he would come back so I could finish what I had started, but I had no such luck. I called it a night, left the arena, and then retired to my room at the hotel for the night. I would awake a few hours later, around six I believe it was, and I returned to the arena. I knew it was foolhardy to do so, not only because he could easily find me first, but because he more than likely would not show up at the arena at all, and probably wouldn't be seen around the area until Return to Glory. It wasn't a bad thing, I would get to face him at the PPV, but I just couldn't shake the feelings I was having the closer the match came.
Why had The Prophet singled me out of the entire roster. Of all the other men and women, it had to be me. The more and more I thought about it, the more I wish I could have gotten a hold of him at one of the last Trauma events. It just didn't feel right, this match I had. The closer the event drew, the more my fears seemed to claw at me. The past two events, Prophet had run from me, but now... now he'd have to face me. It was something I wasn't sure I was ready for, but I knew I had to go through with it as much, if not more, than he did. The sun brought me out of my trance like state, and I realized I had walked from one end of the arena all the way to the other and out the door. It was then I decided to give up my search for Prophet and figured that I should go check the dropbox that I had near the locker room.
Running one hand through his hair, stopping halfway through the motion as a yawn freezes him, Pegasus looks up into some trees that stood not far away. Two robins hopped about the branches, one coming closer to the other, and then with one quick flap took off straight for the other bird. In seconds, they were both flapping in the air in a sort of duel, an aerial "dog fight" between birds. The birds soon flew out of eyesight, and Pegasus once again yawned.
He spun quickly on his heels, and then entered into the building the same way he had exited it a short while ago. He was surprised at how tired he actually was as he attempted to stifle yet another yawn. Luckily for him, his drop box wasn't too far away, and as he finally let out another yawn, neither was the parking lot. Even in his tired state, Pegasus can't help but see the staff out of the corner of his eyes as they turn and whisper to one another.
Staff: ... he hasn't seen the video yet. I heard all about it from Janet at the front desk. The Prophet has chosen him...
Pegasus had arrived at his drop box, and shrugging off the whispers as him just hearing things due to fatigue, he just drops all the contents into his gym bag. He was going to work out if Prophet never showed up, but he was too tired for it now. It'd be best for him if he just went to the hotel and rested, Return to Glory was not very far away and any rest would be helpful. He hurried to his truck, and was entering his room at the hotel a few minutes later. His bag was loosely slung over a shoulder, and as he approached his bed, he tried to throw the bag to the floor by the end of the bed. It didn't quite make the short distance though, and tumbled onto the bed spilling the mail and other objects that were in his dropbox upon the bed. It was then that Pegasus noticed a small rectangular item, a video tape, mixed in with his scattered mail. He lifted it and read the label.
God Sends Death...
OOC: Timeline wise, this RP takes place the day after Trauma... just thought I'd clear that up as I read through it and kinda confused myself
And uh... heh... turned out to be shorter than what I wanted... but I'll make up for it, so don't worry Proph... I'll still give ya a battle 