x.x.Roleplay.Title//..."" x.x.Dating//Marcus Payton <3 x.x.Accomplishments//WWF Cruiserweight Champion. x.x.Out.Of.Character//..."" x.x.To.Be.Continued.By//..."" Crystal Falls, Texas Right in the heart of Texas, a few Miles away from Dallas, comes a small little town, with a population not more than a hundred. Just a mile here and there north of Crystal Fall, there’s a townhouse. This townhouse is a Bar, significantly, for the purpose of passing the time. To pass time in Texas, where there’s really nothing else to do. Some of the old folks gather in this townhouse, these old folks are complete useless and they waste, or rather, they pass up the time, drinking their whiskey, listening to songs done by Tito and Tarantula. A young woman emerges from the Old Texas style doors. She wore a very short denim skirt, with big black high heeled boots, that reached just above her knee. Her upper body consisted of a White T shirt, tied in the middle, to give off cleavage at the maximum. Her T-Shirt was white as snow. Her hair was dirty looking, but shiny, and tied in a ponytail, with her bangs going down her face. It was Reagan. She walked up to the Bartender. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>Three Shots, Whiskey, Barkeep.�?Her voice wasn’t as soft as it usually is. Her voice was content, and her tone showed off her emotion, vicious, but vigorous, at the least, it wasn’t one of those cutie girl voices you hear in Texas, serene, no. It was harsh, and had a bit of anger hidden deep within. Someone must have recognized her. Because one of the men sitting quietly on a table, seemingly awoke from a trance. He walked to the girl, and ordered another beer. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>Ya, know, Missy. This here…is the Brave UNITED STATES!�?He was almost shouting. Reagan’s neck, almost snapped, like a twig, as she swung her head to the old man. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>We don’t want any revolution comin�?in here…ya understand?�?Reagan only looked at her. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>The Elite Republic…of Amerika…guarantees more Freedom, and definitely more opportunities…then YOU’RE United States�? She grabbed the old man by the neck, and pressed him up against the table. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>You see that stand there? Since America, is based on Freedom, I have the right to speech. To express an opinion, as I please, or so help me God…I still have my Citizenship here, in these United States. But the Elite Republic of Amerika…guarantees me…much, MUCH more�? Reagan’s claw, unclenched and unfolded. She took a shot from her shooters. One down. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>Texas ain’t much.�?She downed the other. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>These States, do not guarantee freedom for Everyone. So the slogan says…but I know a little secret.�?She took the last shot and drank it down. Barkeep stood still, while the old man repositioned himself on the counter. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>It’s all Full of Shit!!�? Reagan smacked the shooter on the counter…and ordered a beer, not a second later, she got it. She walked over to the stand…there was a guitar there, she grabbed it, and wasn’t hesitant to play. Using the notes from the song �?EM>Strange face of Love�?by Tito and Tarantula. She played it nice, acoustically, at the least. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>Let go…of your land…Slow down, that drink. Your time will come. If not tonight…it WILL Come. Kimberly Cain. Off that Summer Brat. They Will Fail…Americans. Don’t Look Back, Don’t Look Back…This is…the New�?Amerika.�? Reagan’s nails were placed gently against the guitar strings. She brought a new life to atmosphere of this forsaken townhouse. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>You know…Fuck America�? Reagan almost shouted. She took her beer…and chugged it. The men in the bar, seemingly had life again. As they see a new kind of hope. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>A simple dying old fart, townhouse…That’s basically all it takes to give life. The United States will crumble. And a new Amerika will rise…courtesy of Foreverness. Keep the lock closed…if you open it…you won’t know what you let out…Reagan Clyde, is the New Future. So is the Elite Republic. �?/STRONG> ----------------------------------------------- Reagan stood up. The night was dry, and the night was still at large. Her forehead was was shiny, due to the sweats coming from her head. She took a deep breath. �?FONT color=#ff00cc>Woah. That’s New.�?Is all she could mutter.