Post by RAM on Sept 23, 2023 8:23:25 GMT
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September 22, 2023 - 9:20 PM
"What the hell does love mean...?!"
We find R.A. Marshall standing inside of his room at a San Jose Motel 6, looking at a mirror as he gazed upon the letter he wrote to Peach and her subsequent response. In a way, he felt conflicted -- torn between the hatred he felt after being abused by his uncle and the feelings her was developing for both Peach and Caroline. All along, as he stared out into that empty space, he heard the thick Russian voice of Yulia Malakova pulse through his mind.
"Aww, I know everything about you, Ram..."
Ram's eyes windened, his visage growing beet red every second that voice rang through.
"...your insecurities, your failures. That you were never cut out to have feelings for that kind and demure Caroline. Or that sassy and spunky one known as Peach..."
He blurted something out, unaware that he was talking to himself in this trance-like state.
"What the HELL do you know about Caroline or Peach, huh...?!"
His voice was terse as he took a deep breath.
"I know you want to be saved from this predicament..."
He listened to those words, pondering his feelings towards the women he thought he truly loved.
"Don't ever be afraid to ask for help. After all..."
The rage inside of RAM grew as that condescending voice continued to pump through his very subconsciousness. The fire in his eyes grew as he peered upon those documents, wondering if Yulia was telling the truth. But then...
"...you are just a small, arrogant, little boy..."
...he had enough. After slamming his letters down, he punched the mirror, shattering the glass into several distinctive shards.
"What the FUCK do you know about love, huh?! You're the one who was bangin' that skank Shelby with a dildo!"
Ram gazed down at the blood he drew on his knockles just as a blonde-haired woman, wearing a sporty white Stetson, entered the room through the partially-opened doorway and cleared her throat.
"AHEM! Excuse me, boy?! I come in to say hello and you're callin' me a skank while TALKIN' TO YOURSELF!!"
Ram turned around upon hearing that Texas twang.
"Oh, it's you Shelby. How did you manage to find me?!"
Shelby giggled.
"Really, now?! I've been on the run from the law over five years after bustin' outta the Lockhart Unit clink. I broke up that Russkie's marriage to James Gilmore, and THIS is how you treat me?!"
Ram raised his brows.
"You...you know JJ?!"
"Of course I know JJ! I tried to murder the bastard in the old boiler room of wha's now the Revolution Texas Academy. Ended up in the slammer 'cuz I wanted him to think that there were five Coke cans instead of four! He got me thrown in the pokey, took EVERYTHING from me! Includin' my l'il daughter..."
He chuckled to himself as Shelby approached him, an aura of seductive charm resonating within her veins.
"You want to go after James Gilmore, right?!"
Ram nodded.
"Right on."
"Well after Plan A tanked thanks to Yulia and her bumblin' incompetence, I'm your woman! Screw that Commie bitch!"
But he held up his hand. He wasn't going to let Shelby get off scot-free without being vetted first.
"Hold your horses, tiger!"
She stopped in her tracks as Ram closed his eyes before making his next move.
"Who are you...really?! You ain't really Shelby..."
"Shelby was the perfect cover -- and I had it all. Driver's license, birth certificate, Social Security card, and matchin' signature. A smokescreen to conceal my true identity..."
She paused, then smiled from ear to ear.
"My name is Lindsey. Lindsey Grawn."
Ram's jaw dropped, noting that the name "Grawn" reminded him of his traumatic childhood.
"And I'm your goddamn cousin."
...to be continued...
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September 22, 2023 - 9:20 PM
"What the hell does love mean...?!"
We find R.A. Marshall standing inside of his room at a San Jose Motel 6, looking at a mirror as he gazed upon the letter he wrote to Peach and her subsequent response. In a way, he felt conflicted -- torn between the hatred he felt after being abused by his uncle and the feelings her was developing for both Peach and Caroline. All along, as he stared out into that empty space, he heard the thick Russian voice of Yulia Malakova pulse through his mind.
"Aww, I know everything about you, Ram..."
Ram's eyes windened, his visage growing beet red every second that voice rang through.
"...your insecurities, your failures. That you were never cut out to have feelings for that kind and demure Caroline. Or that sassy and spunky one known as Peach..."
He blurted something out, unaware that he was talking to himself in this trance-like state.
"What the HELL do you know about Caroline or Peach, huh...?!"
His voice was terse as he took a deep breath.
"I know you want to be saved from this predicament..."
He listened to those words, pondering his feelings towards the women he thought he truly loved.
"Don't ever be afraid to ask for help. After all..."
The rage inside of RAM grew as that condescending voice continued to pump through his very subconsciousness. The fire in his eyes grew as he peered upon those documents, wondering if Yulia was telling the truth. But then...
"...you are just a small, arrogant, little boy..."
...he had enough. After slamming his letters down, he punched the mirror, shattering the glass into several distinctive shards.
"What the FUCK do you know about love, huh?! You're the one who was bangin' that skank Shelby with a dildo!"
Ram gazed down at the blood he drew on his knockles just as a blonde-haired woman, wearing a sporty white Stetson, entered the room through the partially-opened doorway and cleared her throat.
"AHEM! Excuse me, boy?! I come in to say hello and you're callin' me a skank while TALKIN' TO YOURSELF!!"
Ram turned around upon hearing that Texas twang.
"Oh, it's you Shelby. How did you manage to find me?!"
Shelby giggled.
"Really, now?! I've been on the run from the law over five years after bustin' outta the Lockhart Unit clink. I broke up that Russkie's marriage to James Gilmore, and THIS is how you treat me?!"
Ram raised his brows.
"You...you know JJ?!"
"Of course I know JJ! I tried to murder the bastard in the old boiler room of wha's now the Revolution Texas Academy. Ended up in the slammer 'cuz I wanted him to think that there were five Coke cans instead of four! He got me thrown in the pokey, took EVERYTHING from me! Includin' my l'il daughter..."
He chuckled to himself as Shelby approached him, an aura of seductive charm resonating within her veins.
"You want to go after James Gilmore, right?!"
Ram nodded.
"Right on."
"Well after Plan A tanked thanks to Yulia and her bumblin' incompetence, I'm your woman! Screw that Commie bitch!"
But he held up his hand. He wasn't going to let Shelby get off scot-free without being vetted first.
"Hold your horses, tiger!"
She stopped in her tracks as Ram closed his eyes before making his next move.
"Who are you...really?! You ain't really Shelby..."
"Shelby was the perfect cover -- and I had it all. Driver's license, birth certificate, Social Security card, and matchin' signature. A smokescreen to conceal my true identity..."
She paused, then smiled from ear to ear.
"My name is Lindsey. Lindsey Grawn."
Ram's jaw dropped, noting that the name "Grawn" reminded him of his traumatic childhood.
"And I'm your goddamn cousin."
...to be continued...
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Five letters, two words, two syllables.
I quit.
Why, Nick, must you always find yourself in this position?! Stuck between a rock and a hard place, starin' down the barrel of your own game over screen? I mean, shit...you never cease to amaze me, Spanky. One moment, you're sittin' in an ivory tower called the commentator's position, talkin' about how you think I'm a bad person. The next thing I know, all hell's breakin' loose and you had to issue the final challenge. Heh, forcin' each other to get on a microphone and say those two dreaded words!
Then again, I guess...that is how this saga oughta end, right?!
Here's the truth: I didn't think about joinin' this stinkin' planet just so I could make friends, Nick. I've never had friends throughout my life, boy. I never had those feelin's of love and adoration that most people got throughout their lives, includin' you. I got my ass beat by an abusive, drunken uncle every day -- EVERY GODDAMN DAY -- when I was a l'il kid, a l'il kid that WANTED to have that big and bright future!
...dreams, wants, desires...
What did all those things get me?!
Nothin', really...except a friendly reminder on just how merciless the Imperial world can be. It's like bein' stuck in Mudville, for there is no joy after strikin' out in the ninth. Except this time...you can just hit the reset button and start al over from the very beginnin'. Never mind the fact that I whupped your ass TWICE before, Spanky! 'Cause guess what...you have the chance to change all that shit. You have the chance to prove to the world that you're truly the hero that you think you are, that JJ thinks you are.
I dare you t even try.
'Cause you just ain't ready for primetime.
Lemme ask you somethin', Nick...have you found your JOY in this l'il saga we've written?! I have...I take great pleasure in showin' you no mercy. I take great PRIDE in breakin' you in half, limb from limb. I take great GLEE in standin' all over your bloody and battered corpse. Oh...and lest we not forget, I'm gonna give myself a massive hard-on after you get on that microphone and say the words that everyone wants to hear.
Two lovely words, one sweet sentence.
I quit.
Later.
Well howdy there pardner.