[roleplay title]: mi [ppl mentioned/used]: everyone [Contact]: [email protected] [OOC]: I got some time on my hands so this is my tribute to the current storyline. //Public Service Annoucement: So i'm supposed to warn you cunts about the verbal brutality you're about to read in this roleplay. I'm sure your tiny little ignorant minds will be disturbed after reading the following but guess what cunts?!?  I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I'm so overwhelmed and I don't know why....I feel so weak sometimes..like i'm about to lose it at that very moment..maybe it's you that i'm so thrilled about, Sean. I lose my breath everytime I think of you. Your dark hair that I love running my hands through..your eyes..when I look into your eyes I feel like i'm walking on an ocean that resembles the colour of your eyes . Your lips that I love to kiss all the time. Everytime we kiss it reminds me of the our first kiss. So gentle and soft from the moment your lips touched mine..so angelic. It made me feel like it was my first one. Your body language speaks to me. It puts me at such ease. Now you might not know how I feel about you deep inside..you probably think that i'm with you only because of the way you look and what you have...your money..your many possesions that any other person would long for..you think i'm only around for the money..maybe not since I don't need money..but you might think i'm in it to keep my name on top..i'm not that kind of woman..i've never been that type. Nobody knows the true me because i've been hiding it since the time I came here..I never like to show myself. I hide under a thin layer of the "other me"..the layer of protection keeps others from knowing my vulnerable side..the side that has been with me ever since I was brought into this world by my ignorant/confused mother...but as time passed by I changed. I learned how to protect myself from the wrong people. The people who tried to hurt me but in the end I HURT THEM INSTEAD. I don't ever want that to happen between you and me..and I honestly doubt it will. I trust you not to hurt me. Rebecca walks downstairs towards the main room in a white/brown dress an inch below her knee. She gets off the last stair and stands right beside an old vase in the colour of occour. She picks the vase up and turns it upside down letting all it's contents fall down on the floor. She keeps the vase back and bends over to dig through the contents. It seems like she is looking for something. She picks out a rusted key with a blue ball that hangs from the chain. She leaves the rest of the contents right on the floor which happen to be expensive silver, plainum and a variety of coins that have never been seen before. What eactly must she be up to. She slips the key into her bag that lies on the table and picks it up.Outside the house she walks towards her Lamborghini Murcielago and gets into the car. It seems like she has reached a cemetary. She gets out with the bag in her hand and walks towards the cemetary. She walks all over the graves looking for a name. She can't find it..it's..he was buried here wasn't he? That's what they said. Frustrated she still manages to look over again..still can't find it. She leaves the grave and then goes into the little building..a memorial room..maybe he's there. She looks all around reading the names..Briggs..Rupert Briggs. Rebecca sits down right in front. She stares at the name for about five seconds now..is she going to cry? No! She wouldn't..dead is a gift to her..and she could bring him back to life..DUN DUN DUN!!!! Rebecca rolls her eyes..first thing first..his journal..he mentioned somethign about placing it in one of the blocks..the block..the blocks..Rebecca looks around..which one should it be in? Should she just blast this place open to find out? No she couldn't do that..she had respect for the man that went by "Rupert Briggs" and she would want to see his dead body explode into peices..also it would be really hard to bring him back to life in that state. She lets out a deep breath..guess we're just going to do it the hard way. She gets up and looks around the room..eennie..meennie.. minie..mo! She punches right into one of the bricks..it crashes but blood splatters all over the place. "Fuck!" She looks at the blood oozing out of her flesh. She walks exatcly in the ooposite direction and punches into the wall once more. It shatters into peices..NOTHING. Rebecca hits the wall with her fist gently. She closes her eyes. This is too frustrating for her. She keeps staring into the cracks of the wall..is this what it's all about? Suddenly she realizes that there's something in that hole..somethign black. She slowly digs with her finger into the wall and soon reveals a black box. She gets the key from her bag and opens the box. Inside lie a couple of papers hanging out of a notebook that has completly lost colours. Rebecca opens it to the first page. There is a short poem written down ofcourse by Briggs but she had no intensions of reading it. She then flips the page to find a little note. It reads... "Dear Antwan, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you today. I mean you're a mean mean boy and you did deserve it but then I thought no. Nobody deserves to be hurt even the bullies. So i'm sorr Antwan..I hope you won't kick my ass after this."  Rebecca then flips the page for some more. "Dear Diary, Today didn't go so well. I tried to ask out Samantha Collins to the prom but she just ignored me. She wouldn't go out with me..what was wrong with me? Was I not good enough for her?I'm just so sad. Love always Rupert." Rebecca raises her eye brows..no wonder he's a die alone today. She then flips through some more pages which include pictures of a girl and hearts around them. Guess that was probably Sam. Anyways the last picture includes some scratch marks on her face and the words "Bitch" written on top of her. She flips through the next page and sees another entry. Dear fucking diary, I hate Samantha. I hate her I hate her ..I fucking hate her! And  Jesus Christ I fucking hate you. I hate church and I hate everyone. If you throw me in hell..i'm going to scratch your eyes out before that Jesus Christ you suck! I worship the devil now. Yay! Devil! And you too fucking Diary fuck you too. Jesus Christ is a cock sucking bastard. Hates you Rupert fucking Briggs."   So far so good. This is all the dirt being uncovered. I wonder why Briggs sent this to Rebecca before he died. She then flips through another page. It looks like a little letter to someone.   "Dear Alicia, thanks for my job at Silent hill. I always loved working at your store. It pleases me in many ways and I thank you once again for the job."   Boring. Another one..another one please just one last one please? Rebecca flips through another page.   "Dear Diary, Today I was hired to look after someone. Someone a bit crazy. I don't know who she is yet but I sure think she's out of her mind. Her name is Rebecca Davis. I read her biography a few times now and I don't blame her. Coming from a family like that your just bound to hate..you breathe it..you live it..and you marry it. Well I'd really like to see how this day goes. They have a few suprises for me down the lane. I hope they aren't too amusing..lately life has been a bit of a stir. So many times at so many different places. Well see you tomorrow."   Wow. Well doesn't this make you want to keep reading? Oh well lets just skim through a few more..they might lead up to somethign interesting..I mean if Briggs did have this recently he made a few more enteries that might raise an eye brow or two.   "Dear Diary, Rebecca Rancid is a pain. I mean her first impressiosn weren't so good. Wait who am I fooling here? She hired me which means I have to make first good impressions. She got the wrong idea in her head when she first though of me..mistaking me for some other guy. What did she think of me as? I'm a very proffesional person. I don't make mistakes. She must be realy fucked up. Well again..not her fault. Well i'm going to try and improve her..make her act like more of an adult. Good day Briggs."   Oh I see. Well next please.   "Dear Diary, It's the day of Rebecca's big match..I'm so glad she beat Blaze Inferno and Daizi for that contendership match. She worked so hard. My heart would break for her if she lost that match to Gypsy. Well..i'm just here at my house standing next to my window and looking outside at the biter world. Can people be any kind to you these days? No..I guess it was better before. Oh wait..worse. I just..I just....."   Rebecca flips the other page to read another entry from Briggs..maybe he continued that. This was on her day of the match wasn't it? Well...Maybe there's some stuff he wants to open up about.   "Dear diary,  I had arrived in the hospital a few days ago. It was Gypsy who put me here. Rebecca's opponent. How the..why? Why did she do that to me? Do I look like a play toy to her? Hmm? I don't think so. I'm so sick and tired of people treating me like shit. I know she was trying to get to Rebecca by doing this sort of dirt to me but did she ever get it through that fucking head of hers that Rebecca couldn't give a damn about me. She made it pretty clear about a million times that I was nothing but a pain in her ass and she wanted to get rid of me..both before and after she me those originator freinds of hers. I just thought i'd leave out of the blue and she wouldn't notice I was gone..but no..It was too late. That Gypsy girl just had to come in there and hurt me. Although I think she's a major babe. I haven't had a chick in a while and I thought she liked me. Her breats are large in size and unrealistic. I wonder what they did. I mean those looked weird on her. I'm sure she must have gotten a few butt implants..her ass is so hot. Well anyways ..I hope I survive. I wish I had a woman.. Brigsy(Gypsy loves that name)."   Rebecca raises an eyebrow. She flips towards the next page..maybe these were the last enteries that could give her a clue what lead to his death.   "Dear Diary..I don't know why I keep writting to you..you are to dangerous for me..too dangerous to tell you what goes on in my life..I feel numb..I don't know what going to happen but i'm really scared..I'm scared somethign big is about to happen..somethign that will end my life.. Briggs."   That seems to be the last entry from his diary. Rebecca closes the book tightly. She can't bare to think anything more...her mind is racing. She starts ripping the diary up page by page until it floats down into peices. She the  walks over to his grave. She puts her hands on the top and pulls it open expecting to find the body of her long lost manager.. DISCLIAMER: this layout was made by Girl.in.the.mirror only for the use of myself and no one else. The only reason you would steal this layout is if you had a death wish and I bet you don't want to die at such a young age do you? So don't touch it. Also you can't request one like this from someone else because I will come there not only get your ass into deeeeep shit but the sick fuck who made it for you will rot in peices. Don't ask me to make you one because I don't make layouts for anyone but my closest freinds. Bottom line GO FUCK YOURSELF!