Post by drakefreeze on Mar 3, 2011 1:35:05 GMT -5
((OOC: This roleplay will introduce a little bit more of Drake's background and further the 3/27/11 storyline; I have to admit I am starting to get excited over finally revealing whom is stalking Drake, but I am going to allow the storyline play out fully and the reveal will be either March, 27th or 29th.))
The camera fades in showing a black and red sports car traveling down a lone stretch of road miles away from the GHW Arena; it then zooms in on the car as it speeds down a ever darkening existence, as it zooms in one last time it is revealed that the driver of the car is Drake Freeze but his current destination was unknown, he drapes his arm over the top of the window seal keeping his right hand on the steering wheel and his thoughts between driving and this 3/27/11 stuff that was going on. He knew exactly where he was heading but the people back at the GHW Arena didn't have a clue, this was personal business and he vowed he was going to get to the bottom of it.
Drake remembered the strange call he had gotten last week telling him to go home; beckoning him to return to the place from which everything began, he couldn't explain it but something was drawing him back to a place he thought he wouldn't ever go again, something that had happened almost 7 years prior to his joining the Glory and Honor Wrestling Federation. He remembered that It was a dry arid summers day and he had just returned to North Carolina, he wanted nothing but quiet as he'd gotten into a fight with his sister whom moved to Boston weeks prior; she had laid the destruction of their family square on his shoulders, saying that their mom and dad wouldn't have been so mad at each other if he had just left well enough alone. She also very strongly believed that it was he that caused their parents to split up as well, him and his darkening ways with which the family could not deal any longer.
He soon got word that his sister had passed away from a horrible accident due to a drunk driver slamming into her vehicle at roughly a hundred miles per hour; the perpetrator of the crime however got away free with his crime as his I.D was never uncovered, and to this day he is probably still at large somewhere out there but he was of little concern to Drake. The young man shakes his head slowly before pulling upto a small kinda out of the way cemetery on the outskirts of Boston, MA. When he learned Tuesday Night Triumph would be here this week he knew what that mysterious caller meant, they knew that if they told him to go home this is the place he would go to; he opens the rental car's driver side door and steps out onto the somewhat lumpy terrain, his mind wondering in more ways than one of why he had truly come here, what was it that really drew him back to a place where he had tried very hard to forget about?
Looking around he spots the trail that led through the Eerie looking double gates which read Massachusetts National Cemetery and Memorial Park; he begins his long trek to whatever it was he was looking for with a scared camera man following close behind, the night being as pitch black as sack cloth and if not for the yellow glow of the lamps along the trail it would be complete darkness, the dark one continues to follow the trail until he came to the spot that he'd been looking for. This was the point where he turned off the trail and walked about a hundred yards to a small grave site, sitting atop of which were a few flowers he hadn't seen before; he didn't know who could've put them there he just knew it wasn't he whom had, he kneels down and with the sleeve of his shirt wipes away the dust which had settled onto the tombstones frontal frame. The camera slowly focuses on the words written on the tombstone, Here lies Alexis Ann Freeze, Born April 14th, 1977 - Died March 27th, 2004 is what it read. Freeze couldn't help but stop and ponder on what connection 3/27/11 could hold with his late sister, even though the two shared a common date in 3/27 it still couldn't be connected, could it? That seemed to be the million dollar question at the moment for Drake.
He was so taken by his thought process that he didn't notice the person walking up behind him; upon this person tapping him on the shoulder he in a rather quick pace stands up, the camera swings around and zooms in on this new persons face. The Abyss' eyes catching the fact that whoever this is was wearing a dark cloak, they also had on some kind of mechanical mask on their face which probably would change their voice when they spoke. He noted as well the grizzly feeling you got just by looking at this mysterious persons behavior, not just that but the way they carried themselves Aswell seemed a little odd.
?: Lookin' for answers now, are we stranger?
This person was strange indeed as their very words seemed to be somewhat shallow and lacking any kind of emotion; not just that but the way they spoke could send shivers down the back of even the most collected of person, it was for this reason that Drake had decided to back away just a little bit before answering their question, he wasn't about to fall victim to some crazy person in the middle of who knows where. The crowd back at the arena at this point where quietly watching these events transpire, they too had been enthralled by who could possibly be trying to destroy Drakes life; as they hadn't taken to his attitude and hatred towards them very well, it was for this reason a "3/27/11" chant had broken out around the Arena.
Drake: Who in the hell are you, no wait, your voice...Say something else!
?: You Shouldn't have come here if you weren't lookin' for somethin', stranger. Or perhaps you're lookin' for someone? What is it that you seek?
The Abyss then claps his hands knowing exactly where he had heard that voice before; it was the same robotic like voice that had left the voice message to come here, he made it up in his mind to confront this mystery man about just that.
Drake: You called me the other day and left a message, you told me to return home and you knew that would bring me here. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! What is all this suppose to even mean, and why do those three twenty seven eleven videos keep playing? No matter where I go I can't escape this foolish game, you're going to tell me whats going on...And I expect an answer right now! I won't wait until march twenty seventh.
?: The answers that you seek little boy, shall be bestowed upon you sooner than you think, three twenty seven eleven is only the beginning! You see Drake, you can find the answers you seek by looking into your own past; take the clues and words that have been given to you and search, think about all those you have wronged and would want to make it right. The answers will fall right into place if only you can break through the code.
Drake: Why here? Why did I have to come here of all places to get the next clue?
The masked person just turns and walks away fading amiss in the fog that now blankets the area around the grave site; leaving Drake there to ponder what this person had said, he was miles away from the Arena and still 3/27/11 was creeping into his life, he had hoped that it was someone playing a joke on him but now he knew it was all to real. All he had to do now was figure out who was doing this, someone had to create those videos and someone had to load them onto the GHW Arenas Titantron Video System; not to mention Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, that couldn't have played on it's own now could it? It had to have been qued up by someone backstage, the question was, who? Did someone really hate him this much to cause him so much trouble; alas Charlie Coors had hit the nail right on the head when he asked him who could be targeting him, the answer to that question would be anyone. He seemed to love to make enemies that much was for sure.
Freeze looks at the flower which he had seen upon his arrival to the grave site but it was now nowhere to be seen; not near it or around it but simply having just vanished seemingly into thin air, this was getting to be too strange even for Drake whom prided himself on being the self-proclaimed prince of darkness, he turns around and begins walking back toward his car the camera was now following him from a far distance for some odd reason. Upon opening the drivers side door he sets down in the seat closing the door and fastening his seatbelt, he couldn't help but have a strange feeling as to what awaited him on march the twenty seventh, his phone lets out a message alert and this time goes to the new message by itself. He holds the small phone to where he could see the text message, Check My Vital Signs - YOU know that I'm still ALIVE, was all that it read.
The camera now at the gates to the cemetery zooms in on the sports car as it spins it's tires and then speeds off away from the cameras view; the view back at the arena then turns to nothing but static as 3/27/11 burns it's way through, it was now written in a bloody font as opposed to a standard font, the video screen then fades away as the crowd gets ready for the rest of Tuesday Night Triumph which was still in progress. They were abuzz with who this mystery person could be and just what it meant for the dark abyss.
_End Roleplay_.
This promo takes place sometime after Drake's Match
The camera fades in showing a black and red sports car traveling down a lone stretch of road miles away from the GHW Arena; it then zooms in on the car as it speeds down a ever darkening existence, as it zooms in one last time it is revealed that the driver of the car is Drake Freeze but his current destination was unknown, he drapes his arm over the top of the window seal keeping his right hand on the steering wheel and his thoughts between driving and this 3/27/11 stuff that was going on. He knew exactly where he was heading but the people back at the GHW Arena didn't have a clue, this was personal business and he vowed he was going to get to the bottom of it.
Drake remembered the strange call he had gotten last week telling him to go home; beckoning him to return to the place from which everything began, he couldn't explain it but something was drawing him back to a place he thought he wouldn't ever go again, something that had happened almost 7 years prior to his joining the Glory and Honor Wrestling Federation. He remembered that It was a dry arid summers day and he had just returned to North Carolina, he wanted nothing but quiet as he'd gotten into a fight with his sister whom moved to Boston weeks prior; she had laid the destruction of their family square on his shoulders, saying that their mom and dad wouldn't have been so mad at each other if he had just left well enough alone. She also very strongly believed that it was he that caused their parents to split up as well, him and his darkening ways with which the family could not deal any longer.
He soon got word that his sister had passed away from a horrible accident due to a drunk driver slamming into her vehicle at roughly a hundred miles per hour; the perpetrator of the crime however got away free with his crime as his I.D was never uncovered, and to this day he is probably still at large somewhere out there but he was of little concern to Drake. The young man shakes his head slowly before pulling upto a small kinda out of the way cemetery on the outskirts of Boston, MA. When he learned Tuesday Night Triumph would be here this week he knew what that mysterious caller meant, they knew that if they told him to go home this is the place he would go to; he opens the rental car's driver side door and steps out onto the somewhat lumpy terrain, his mind wondering in more ways than one of why he had truly come here, what was it that really drew him back to a place where he had tried very hard to forget about?
Looking around he spots the trail that led through the Eerie looking double gates which read Massachusetts National Cemetery and Memorial Park; he begins his long trek to whatever it was he was looking for with a scared camera man following close behind, the night being as pitch black as sack cloth and if not for the yellow glow of the lamps along the trail it would be complete darkness, the dark one continues to follow the trail until he came to the spot that he'd been looking for. This was the point where he turned off the trail and walked about a hundred yards to a small grave site, sitting atop of which were a few flowers he hadn't seen before; he didn't know who could've put them there he just knew it wasn't he whom had, he kneels down and with the sleeve of his shirt wipes away the dust which had settled onto the tombstones frontal frame. The camera slowly focuses on the words written on the tombstone, Here lies Alexis Ann Freeze, Born April 14th, 1977 - Died March 27th, 2004 is what it read. Freeze couldn't help but stop and ponder on what connection 3/27/11 could hold with his late sister, even though the two shared a common date in 3/27 it still couldn't be connected, could it? That seemed to be the million dollar question at the moment for Drake.
He was so taken by his thought process that he didn't notice the person walking up behind him; upon this person tapping him on the shoulder he in a rather quick pace stands up, the camera swings around and zooms in on this new persons face. The Abyss' eyes catching the fact that whoever this is was wearing a dark cloak, they also had on some kind of mechanical mask on their face which probably would change their voice when they spoke. He noted as well the grizzly feeling you got just by looking at this mysterious persons behavior, not just that but the way they carried themselves Aswell seemed a little odd.
?: Lookin' for answers now, are we stranger?This person was strange indeed as their very words seemed to be somewhat shallow and lacking any kind of emotion; not just that but the way they spoke could send shivers down the back of even the most collected of person, it was for this reason that Drake had decided to back away just a little bit before answering their question, he wasn't about to fall victim to some crazy person in the middle of who knows where. The crowd back at the arena at this point where quietly watching these events transpire, they too had been enthralled by who could possibly be trying to destroy Drakes life; as they hadn't taken to his attitude and hatred towards them very well, it was for this reason a "3/27/11" chant had broken out around the Arena.
Drake: Who in the hell are you, no wait, your voice...Say something else!
?: You Shouldn't have come here if you weren't lookin' for somethin', stranger. Or perhaps you're lookin' for someone? What is it that you seek?The Abyss then claps his hands knowing exactly where he had heard that voice before; it was the same robotic like voice that had left the voice message to come here, he made it up in his mind to confront this mystery man about just that.
Drake: You called me the other day and left a message, you told me to return home and you knew that would bring me here. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! What is all this suppose to even mean, and why do those three twenty seven eleven videos keep playing? No matter where I go I can't escape this foolish game, you're going to tell me whats going on...And I expect an answer right now! I won't wait until march twenty seventh.
?: The answers that you seek little boy, shall be bestowed upon you sooner than you think, three twenty seven eleven is only the beginning! You see Drake, you can find the answers you seek by looking into your own past; take the clues and words that have been given to you and search, think about all those you have wronged and would want to make it right. The answers will fall right into place if only you can break through the code.Drake: Why here? Why did I have to come here of all places to get the next clue?
The masked person just turns and walks away fading amiss in the fog that now blankets the area around the grave site; leaving Drake there to ponder what this person had said, he was miles away from the Arena and still 3/27/11 was creeping into his life, he had hoped that it was someone playing a joke on him but now he knew it was all to real. All he had to do now was figure out who was doing this, someone had to create those videos and someone had to load them onto the GHW Arenas Titantron Video System; not to mention Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, that couldn't have played on it's own now could it? It had to have been qued up by someone backstage, the question was, who? Did someone really hate him this much to cause him so much trouble; alas Charlie Coors had hit the nail right on the head when he asked him who could be targeting him, the answer to that question would be anyone. He seemed to love to make enemies that much was for sure.
Freeze looks at the flower which he had seen upon his arrival to the grave site but it was now nowhere to be seen; not near it or around it but simply having just vanished seemingly into thin air, this was getting to be too strange even for Drake whom prided himself on being the self-proclaimed prince of darkness, he turns around and begins walking back toward his car the camera was now following him from a far distance for some odd reason. Upon opening the drivers side door he sets down in the seat closing the door and fastening his seatbelt, he couldn't help but have a strange feeling as to what awaited him on march the twenty seventh, his phone lets out a message alert and this time goes to the new message by itself. He holds the small phone to where he could see the text message, Check My Vital Signs - YOU know that I'm still ALIVE, was all that it read.
The camera now at the gates to the cemetery zooms in on the sports car as it spins it's tires and then speeds off away from the cameras view; the view back at the arena then turns to nothing but static as 3/27/11 burns it's way through, it was now written in a bloody font as opposed to a standard font, the video screen then fades away as the crowd gets ready for the rest of Tuesday Night Triumph which was still in progress. They were abuzz with who this mystery person could be and just what it meant for the dark abyss.
_End Roleplay_.
