Post by fellalibby on May 31, 2021 20:57:51 GMT -5
It's never easy, is it? You wake up, shower, shite, shave, ensure you have your wits about you and you go out there into the world and you see it for what it is. A husk of its former self. Sometimes I wonder if that is the fate of others. Being cast aside, for what they used to be. But me? I was nothing more than a street urchin, looking to find my way in life... Almost twenty years too late. Still, one day you have to grow up. One way or another, grow out of our shell and be something more.
=Boston, Massachusetts=
"What are you doing?"
-Eoin quickly shuts a book that he was writing in-
"What?"
"You were writing something man, and talking to yourself. You alright? Do you need some pot bro?"
"Talking to meself? Come on little lad, you know I'm not crazy. I was just writing in a journal, for personal use."
-Eric would nod and then take a hit from his weed still showing his bruises and cuts that he received from Elizabeth-
"Sheesh boy. Your still not healed up from the ritual?"
"My bodys ain't like yours big bro. My whole body aches from it... I've never had that kind of physical abuse before, it..." *CRACK* "Ow. Still hurts to move my neck sometimes. This is the only thing that numbs the pain."
-Eric turned his neck side to side to try to loosen it, and blow out some of the smoke. Eoin would get up and pat Eric's shoulder, which Eric would wince at-
"You'll have to get used to it lad. This is what'll be happening from here on. We work with her now."
"Do we? Because... I feel like I'm being used."
"You're not mate. Trust me, you'll be alright. You're an O'Rourke in blood, even if you don't wanna admit it."
"Whatever you say dude... Whatever you say."
-Eoin would open his desk-
"I have something for you."
"What? Is it more of Liz again man?!"
"No, not this time Eric. Its a ticket."
-Eoin would pull out a airlines ticket, round trip from Boston to Dublin, Ireland-
"What the? What am I going to Ireland for? You know I was born here in the States. And the last time I was there, if I recall correctly, you smacked me unconscious!"
"Eric, calm down. It is a little bit of business and important one at that. Look, you'll have a hotel, I'll meet you there next week."
-Eric would sigh, and snatch the ticket from his older brother's hand-
"Fine, I'll go. I really want to be awake for whatever you're doing there. I'll go... Pack."
-Eric would turn to leave the room as Eoin looked at his younger brother with a sad stare-
"Eric my brother, you have to learn the sins that I have committed. To spare yourself from committing them too. I can already see that you are becoming rebellious, and while that means you have a strong heart, you need to see what happens when your all heart and passion... Just like me."
Growing up is, some of the hardest part of life. You see the world differently than you did while young, you see that people carry darkness all in them, and you sometimes have to embrace that darkness to just simply live. It is the time of live that you begin to forge your identity and hold it as your own. You try to be something your not. Try, try and try again, until it works... Or someone does it for you. Bang, bang...
=Jacksonville, Florida=
"So, Mr. O'Rourke. What do you think?"
"I think you did fine. Thought it was getting too long, but you did your self a good job. Here, a tip."
"Thank you Mr. O'Rourke. Good luck on your business venture tonight."
-Eoin would exit a barber shop with short hair and a trimmed beard. He'd get in his rental car and make his way to the arena OPW was holding its next event. On his way there, Eoin noticed that he was being followed by two black sedans. He couldn't see the drivers so he ignored them. A short while later, Eoin finally pulled into the rear parking lot of the Memorial Arena, and just as he got out the cars that followed him, blocked him. Several men in suits got out looking at Eoin, until one of them stepped forward, looking familiar to Eoin-
"Hey buddy. Didn't think it be this soon I'd see you again."
"What the- Malcolm?"
"Need to talk with you Eoin. Something important."
"Not sure its more important than my job Mal, I got to go."
"Oh no my friend, this is more important than, play fighting."
-Eoin's face would grow angry-
"I take my job very seriously mate. There is more than "play" going on here. And I don't like how your going all spook on me. Thought you were a Guardsman, not a cop."
"You're right, there is more than play going on here, and I'm trying to help you get away from it."
"What?"
"Listen, this whole... Thing your going on with. This "Cure", you're disassociating yourself from it. There are a lot of things about it that are both illegal and immoral about it. Trying to bring down a whole company from within itself? Kidnapping? How about misleading people into thinking that its for the good of the world that it doesn't need this profitable organization? There's more to it than meets the eye. Not to mention this woman you're seeing, Elizabeth Deveraux, some in my company want her sent back to France for what she's done, but I purposed that we execute the bitch before she even has the chance she gets the chance to retaliate."
"What the bloody Christ are you telling me this for Mal?"
"I'm telling you this my friend because I want to spare you."
"Spare me? Spare me from what, a bullet in the head?"
"Exactly."
-Eoin would stop and gulp in the air-
"I am apart of this official government business and they want to take you all out. All of you, Koresh, Violence, Deveraux, even you and your brother. I'm here to save your life. The rest of them, even that masked pal of yours, their all going to do down with either a bullet or jail. Its their choice on which they get."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. This has got to be a joke, you work for the Texas National Guard! How can you even be here?!"
"I told them about what you did, and they filled me in on your group, so I applied for a transfer. And they got your file bud. I've advocated to save your life Eoin. Your my friend, my old friend from back in our orphan days. I don't want to arrest or shoot you. We'll give you a new name, a new home, a new life. You won't even need to do this anymore."
-Malcolm would put his hand on Eoin's shoulder and Eoin would look at his friend with a blank stare, as if his life has been thrown out the window-
"Look, we can't stay here, but we are going to come down on your friends in about a month. Think about it. Call me when you've made you decide to help us. Lets get out of here people."
-Malcolm would give Eoin a card that had his phone number and information about contacting him. After that Malcolm would leave with the other men and leave Eoin standing alone as the sun began to set-
"Life, love, or death eh?"
The thing about growing up is you try to hold on to what you had when you were young, and carry it with you into your older age. More often than not, that never stays with you. Either the people you knew change, or you do. Sometimes those people were always as bad as they were, but we never saw it for how we perceived them. Eventually however it all comes down to what do we want most in life. Do we stay our path of where we go without holding onto the past? Or do we let the past go, and forge our own path? Its the choice we all make.
Here I am tonight, thinking I was going to face a man. Instead folkers I'm facing God. GOD! And his name is Jason Ryan, holy shit I better get on my knees and bow before his holyness because he says he is God. Its hilarious to think that a man such as this thinks himself as God. When God himself would look upon Ryan and strike him down if he truly thought he was such a thing. JRE, what the shite is that supposed to be? Jason Rides Empty? Because all I see is a fraud. A man of nothing but falsehood and a joke. A bloody joke that wasn't funny the last time it was said. While I'm fighting witches, scum of the earth, and cunts, this guy is acting like he's king of the bloody world when the world passed him by.
I work with the Cure, therefore I am part its solution. And you Ryan are indeed a problem that needs to be cleansed! You're a pathetic worm who is trying desperately to hold onto whatever sense of credibility you have and make it bigger and better than you are, but it is all for nothing. Because YOU are nothing. You're a child living in a man's body, and to some might call what I do to you child abuse for how much pain I will inflict upon you. You should just walk away, but I can already tell by how immature you are, that you'll just come after me. At least beating you into a pulp will at least satisfy me, because shutting you up with my thirteen inch boot will make not just me, happy, but my friends and family as well.
It still however bothers me that this is what is deemed worthy of my time coming all this way to "entertain" the sheep around here. They pay their weekly wages to see war and tears and emotions that aren't fabricated. Some fight for their own wages, some fight to make themselves believe they are bigger and better than they truly are, and some fight to make a difference. Which is why I'm here. You don't know a damn thing about me Ryan, why I'm here, what I do, why I bother to dress here, get a haircut and preform. You know nothing of the house of O'Rourke and where it stands to this day! You have no idea what I have gone through to earn just the love of the Femme Dynasty... What you know, Jason Ryan, is that your future will be in the ring with me. And that is your mistake for even thinking that you will walk over me.
When I'm done with you Ryan, you will be so very sorry you mocked me. I intend to hear that apology.
=Boston, Massachusetts=
"What are you doing?"
-Eoin quickly shuts a book that he was writing in-
"What?"
"You were writing something man, and talking to yourself. You alright? Do you need some pot bro?"
"Talking to meself? Come on little lad, you know I'm not crazy. I was just writing in a journal, for personal use."
-Eric would nod and then take a hit from his weed still showing his bruises and cuts that he received from Elizabeth-
"Sheesh boy. Your still not healed up from the ritual?"
"My bodys ain't like yours big bro. My whole body aches from it... I've never had that kind of physical abuse before, it..." *CRACK* "Ow. Still hurts to move my neck sometimes. This is the only thing that numbs the pain."
-Eric turned his neck side to side to try to loosen it, and blow out some of the smoke. Eoin would get up and pat Eric's shoulder, which Eric would wince at-
"You'll have to get used to it lad. This is what'll be happening from here on. We work with her now."
"Do we? Because... I feel like I'm being used."
"You're not mate. Trust me, you'll be alright. You're an O'Rourke in blood, even if you don't wanna admit it."
"Whatever you say dude... Whatever you say."
-Eoin would open his desk-
"I have something for you."
"What? Is it more of Liz again man?!"
"No, not this time Eric. Its a ticket."
-Eoin would pull out a airlines ticket, round trip from Boston to Dublin, Ireland-
"What the? What am I going to Ireland for? You know I was born here in the States. And the last time I was there, if I recall correctly, you smacked me unconscious!"
"Eric, calm down. It is a little bit of business and important one at that. Look, you'll have a hotel, I'll meet you there next week."
-Eric would sigh, and snatch the ticket from his older brother's hand-
"Fine, I'll go. I really want to be awake for whatever you're doing there. I'll go... Pack."
-Eric would turn to leave the room as Eoin looked at his younger brother with a sad stare-
"Eric my brother, you have to learn the sins that I have committed. To spare yourself from committing them too. I can already see that you are becoming rebellious, and while that means you have a strong heart, you need to see what happens when your all heart and passion... Just like me."
Growing up is, some of the hardest part of life. You see the world differently than you did while young, you see that people carry darkness all in them, and you sometimes have to embrace that darkness to just simply live. It is the time of live that you begin to forge your identity and hold it as your own. You try to be something your not. Try, try and try again, until it works... Or someone does it for you. Bang, bang...
=Jacksonville, Florida=
"So, Mr. O'Rourke. What do you think?"
"I think you did fine. Thought it was getting too long, but you did your self a good job. Here, a tip."
"Thank you Mr. O'Rourke. Good luck on your business venture tonight."
-Eoin would exit a barber shop with short hair and a trimmed beard. He'd get in his rental car and make his way to the arena OPW was holding its next event. On his way there, Eoin noticed that he was being followed by two black sedans. He couldn't see the drivers so he ignored them. A short while later, Eoin finally pulled into the rear parking lot of the Memorial Arena, and just as he got out the cars that followed him, blocked him. Several men in suits got out looking at Eoin, until one of them stepped forward, looking familiar to Eoin-
"Hey buddy. Didn't think it be this soon I'd see you again."
"What the- Malcolm?"
"Need to talk with you Eoin. Something important."
"Not sure its more important than my job Mal, I got to go."
"Oh no my friend, this is more important than, play fighting."
-Eoin's face would grow angry-
"I take my job very seriously mate. There is more than "play" going on here. And I don't like how your going all spook on me. Thought you were a Guardsman, not a cop."
"You're right, there is more than play going on here, and I'm trying to help you get away from it."
"What?"
"Listen, this whole... Thing your going on with. This "Cure", you're disassociating yourself from it. There are a lot of things about it that are both illegal and immoral about it. Trying to bring down a whole company from within itself? Kidnapping? How about misleading people into thinking that its for the good of the world that it doesn't need this profitable organization? There's more to it than meets the eye. Not to mention this woman you're seeing, Elizabeth Deveraux, some in my company want her sent back to France for what she's done, but I purposed that we execute the bitch before she even has the chance she gets the chance to retaliate."
"What the bloody Christ are you telling me this for Mal?"
"I'm telling you this my friend because I want to spare you."
"Spare me? Spare me from what, a bullet in the head?"
"Exactly."
-Eoin would stop and gulp in the air-
"I am apart of this official government business and they want to take you all out. All of you, Koresh, Violence, Deveraux, even you and your brother. I'm here to save your life. The rest of them, even that masked pal of yours, their all going to do down with either a bullet or jail. Its their choice on which they get."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. This has got to be a joke, you work for the Texas National Guard! How can you even be here?!"
"I told them about what you did, and they filled me in on your group, so I applied for a transfer. And they got your file bud. I've advocated to save your life Eoin. Your my friend, my old friend from back in our orphan days. I don't want to arrest or shoot you. We'll give you a new name, a new home, a new life. You won't even need to do this anymore."
-Malcolm would put his hand on Eoin's shoulder and Eoin would look at his friend with a blank stare, as if his life has been thrown out the window-
"Look, we can't stay here, but we are going to come down on your friends in about a month. Think about it. Call me when you've made you decide to help us. Lets get out of here people."
-Malcolm would give Eoin a card that had his phone number and information about contacting him. After that Malcolm would leave with the other men and leave Eoin standing alone as the sun began to set-
"Life, love, or death eh?"
The thing about growing up is you try to hold on to what you had when you were young, and carry it with you into your older age. More often than not, that never stays with you. Either the people you knew change, or you do. Sometimes those people were always as bad as they were, but we never saw it for how we perceived them. Eventually however it all comes down to what do we want most in life. Do we stay our path of where we go without holding onto the past? Or do we let the past go, and forge our own path? Its the choice we all make.
Here I am tonight, thinking I was going to face a man. Instead folkers I'm facing God. GOD! And his name is Jason Ryan, holy shit I better get on my knees and bow before his holyness because he says he is God. Its hilarious to think that a man such as this thinks himself as God. When God himself would look upon Ryan and strike him down if he truly thought he was such a thing. JRE, what the shite is that supposed to be? Jason Rides Empty? Because all I see is a fraud. A man of nothing but falsehood and a joke. A bloody joke that wasn't funny the last time it was said. While I'm fighting witches, scum of the earth, and cunts, this guy is acting like he's king of the bloody world when the world passed him by.
I work with the Cure, therefore I am part its solution. And you Ryan are indeed a problem that needs to be cleansed! You're a pathetic worm who is trying desperately to hold onto whatever sense of credibility you have and make it bigger and better than you are, but it is all for nothing. Because YOU are nothing. You're a child living in a man's body, and to some might call what I do to you child abuse for how much pain I will inflict upon you. You should just walk away, but I can already tell by how immature you are, that you'll just come after me. At least beating you into a pulp will at least satisfy me, because shutting you up with my thirteen inch boot will make not just me, happy, but my friends and family as well.
It still however bothers me that this is what is deemed worthy of my time coming all this way to "entertain" the sheep around here. They pay their weekly wages to see war and tears and emotions that aren't fabricated. Some fight for their own wages, some fight to make themselves believe they are bigger and better than they truly are, and some fight to make a difference. Which is why I'm here. You don't know a damn thing about me Ryan, why I'm here, what I do, why I bother to dress here, get a haircut and preform. You know nothing of the house of O'Rourke and where it stands to this day! You have no idea what I have gone through to earn just the love of the Femme Dynasty... What you know, Jason Ryan, is that your future will be in the ring with me. And that is your mistake for even thinking that you will walk over me.
When I'm done with you Ryan, you will be so very sorry you mocked me. I intend to hear that apology.