Post by Joey Harris on Apr 25, 2014 15:00:25 GMT -5
So, if you've been following my stories with Roxxie Roberts/ Ravenna, you would know that Rhonin's real identity as Joey Harris has been ousted. Because of that, I have been including flashbacks in my latest RPs, in the form of old promos of mine that I have completely re-written. I want to know, what is your opinion on this? I will post a few examples.
Here is a segment of my RP from last week:
Here is the original RP I based this on:
Also, here is part of my current RP for Initiative:
And, the RP it is based on:
I just want to know, what is the general opinion on this? I would hope to not have anything deducted from me, in the case that this isn't okay, but if the general consensus is that it is not acceptable, then I would avoid this in the future.
Here is a segment of my RP from last week:
I never thought I would be able to have such a great time with a woman, knowing well that the two of us would be fighting each other in just two days. Visiting the carnival was my idea, of course. After several stressful weeks, I felt it was necessary to get out and have a good time with a woman I cared about.
"You've got something on your cheek," I point out to her, smiling. "Let me get it for you." I move in slowly, stealthily, and conspicuously- the corniest move in dating history- as I plant a soft kiss on her cheek, saving her from a rogue drop of ice cream escaping down her face. She loves it, giggling and blushing.
"Maybe I was saving that for later," she insists, squeezing my hand playfully in her left, with a vanilla ice cream cone tucked comfortably in her right.
"Well in that case," I begin, a sly smirk spreading thin across my face, "let me fix it for you." In one swift motion, I scoop some of her ice cream onto my finger, and quickly dab it on her nose, as it crinkles under my fingertip. "Better?"
"Not yet."
Before I know what is going on, I end up with a scoop of ice cream planted on my face. She laughs, and so do I. She is just too adorable, so much so that I don't even find myself embarrassed.
Everything else that day went about as smooth as the ice cream gesture. We had a lot of fun, catching many rides and winning even more prizes. Finally, we made our way back to my car; laying on the hood, telling stories, laughing, smiling. I had never been blessed with a day as wonderful as this; as great as the day had been, however, the feeling I had in my chest felt even more incredible, and it only got better when she pulled me in for a kiss. It was over quickly, almost as fast as it happened, but it was such a beautiful kiss. It was bells ringing, angels singing, hearts fluttering- all that cheesy shit you see in the movies.
And I loved it.
"Rhonin," she started softly, her gaze shying away from mine just a bit. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Ravenna." For the first time that I could remember, I had never been more sure of something in my life. But Ravenna didn't seem to be comforted by the words.
"You don't love me," she rebutted. "How can you love me? You don't even know who I am. You don't even know who you are!"
She gets up, sighing quietly under her breath, as she turns to walk away. Confused, I reach out after her.
"Wait, Ravenna! What's going on?"
I chase after her, but she drifts further away, walking faster and faster with each breath I take, until she is nearly a mile away. She turns around to me, and suddenly she is not he Ravenna I know. She is younger, sweeter- she is Roxxie Roberts. She looks toward- not at me, but past me, almost right through me- and she smiles.
"He's here, but you're not him. You're not Joey Harris."
"But I am him!" I shout out, confused, sad, and angry, all at once. "I've been him all along! Can't you see that? Roxxie, it's me!"
Her smile fades. "Not yet, Joey. It's not time." At that, she turns, and walks away, as I slam my fist hard into the hood of my car, as a single tear slips down my cheek.
And then I wake up.
"You've got something on your cheek," I point out to her, smiling. "Let me get it for you." I move in slowly, stealthily, and conspicuously- the corniest move in dating history- as I plant a soft kiss on her cheek, saving her from a rogue drop of ice cream escaping down her face. She loves it, giggling and blushing.
"Maybe I was saving that for later," she insists, squeezing my hand playfully in her left, with a vanilla ice cream cone tucked comfortably in her right.
"Well in that case," I begin, a sly smirk spreading thin across my face, "let me fix it for you." In one swift motion, I scoop some of her ice cream onto my finger, and quickly dab it on her nose, as it crinkles under my fingertip. "Better?"
"Not yet."
Before I know what is going on, I end up with a scoop of ice cream planted on my face. She laughs, and so do I. She is just too adorable, so much so that I don't even find myself embarrassed.
Everything else that day went about as smooth as the ice cream gesture. We had a lot of fun, catching many rides and winning even more prizes. Finally, we made our way back to my car; laying on the hood, telling stories, laughing, smiling. I had never been blessed with a day as wonderful as this; as great as the day had been, however, the feeling I had in my chest felt even more incredible, and it only got better when she pulled me in for a kiss. It was over quickly, almost as fast as it happened, but it was such a beautiful kiss. It was bells ringing, angels singing, hearts fluttering- all that cheesy shit you see in the movies.
And I loved it.
"Rhonin," she started softly, her gaze shying away from mine just a bit. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Ravenna." For the first time that I could remember, I had never been more sure of something in my life. But Ravenna didn't seem to be comforted by the words.
"You don't love me," she rebutted. "How can you love me? You don't even know who I am. You don't even know who you are!"
She gets up, sighing quietly under her breath, as she turns to walk away. Confused, I reach out after her.
"Wait, Ravenna! What's going on?"
I chase after her, but she drifts further away, walking faster and faster with each breath I take, until she is nearly a mile away. She turns around to me, and suddenly she is not he Ravenna I know. She is younger, sweeter- she is Roxxie Roberts. She looks toward- not at me, but past me, almost right through me- and she smiles.
"He's here, but you're not him. You're not Joey Harris."
"But I am him!" I shout out, confused, sad, and angry, all at once. "I've been him all along! Can't you see that? Roxxie, it's me!"
Her smile fades. "Not yet, Joey. It's not time." At that, she turns, and walks away, as I slam my fist hard into the hood of my car, as a single tear slips down my cheek.
And then I wake up.
Here is the original RP I based this on:
Who would've thought that I could have so much fun with a girl I would be fighting in less than a week? And for the record, Joey Harris is NOT a wife-beater.
"You've got something on your cheek," I inform her, an innocent smile across my face. "Let me get it for you." I lean over and kiss her cheek, prevent a drop of ice cream from trickling onto her shirt. She giggles; obviously, she loved it.
"Maybe I was saving that for later," she proposes matter-of-factly, clutching a vanilla ice cream cone in her right and my hand in her left.
"Well in that case, let me fix it for you." I reach across her and slide my finger across the ice cream, laughing as she follows my finger closing in on her face. I dab it on her nose. "Better?" I ask in amusement.
She grins. "Not yet."
And at that, I find myself with an ice cream cone planted in my face. I hardly know how to react. She's laughing so hard; so cute, I can't help but let out a few short chuckles.
The rest of the day at the carnival went just about that well. It's hard to do things in public anymore these days, with the paparazzi always lingering around, or reporters looking for another interview or a new story. But it was surprisingly pleasant tonight. Like most everything else this week, with Roxxie...it just felt right.
We rode the Ferris wheel together, played a few corny carnival games, and before you knew it, we were carrying an overabundance of caricatures and stuffed animals around the park with us. After awhile, it got tiring. So we decided to head back to the car to drop all these things off. It was getting late anyway; the carnival was due to close in about 40 minutes or so.
We got to the car, and I opened the back doors, arranging them spaciously onto the seats. Once I'm satisfied that they won't get in the way, I shut the doors. I turn around, right into a passionate kiss from Roxxie, and instantly I experience the best feeling I had ever had in my entire life. What was it? My heart raced, my stomach sunk, and my body grew hot. Whatever it was, I never wanted it to end.
Once it was over and she slowly pulled away from my face, I just gazed into her eyes. Never in my entire life had I seen anything so pure, so beautiful. It was amazing. She smiled, blushing, and turned her head down to her feet, swiveling in position. I smile, too.
"Let's lie down," I suggest. She looks up at me, a look of curiosity established on her face. At that, I hop up onto the hood of my blue Dodge Viper, throwing my arms behind my head as I lie flat on my back, legs straight. She follows shortly after, settling right up next to me, her head on my right shoulder and her right arm across my chest. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment if I had tried.
"You look beautiful tonight," I admit, staring up into the glowing stars of California; they just seem to shine much more brightly when I'm with her. I can feel her smile. Then it fades.
"Joey," she asks, "why do you want to be with me so bad?" I knew the question would come up sooner or later. I hadn't prepared an answer; if I had, it wouldn't do justice to how I truly feel.
"Look at the stars with me," I request. Slightly confused, she rolls onto her back, her head still on my shoulder. We stare into the stars together. "Three years ago, I met a woman named Madison Divera. I ended up scheduled to face her in a match that never took place. And yeah, I'll be honest about it- I liked her." I reposition my right arm out from under my head, and place it around her, my hand draped over her shoulder, almost to her chest. "But I realized, it was stupid. It was lust. It wasn't what I wanted."
I pull her in, closer to me. "When I first laid eyes on you, Roxxie, I thought you were gorgeous. I asked around, 'Who is that?' And I was told that you were Madison Divera's adopted daughter. I was shocked. I had wanted to talk to you, get to know you. But I was afraid you would be just like her," I pause, then quickly add, "no offense." She giggles. "But I heard you talking one night, and you just sounded so genuine, so pure. But still, I was afraid to talk to you, because of my history with your mom."
She sighs. I can tell she felt guilty, although it was completely unjustified. She had no part in that, and thus no reason to feel guilty. "When I learned that I would be teaming with you last week, I was more than excited. I saw it as my chance to finally meet you, to get to know the real you. So I bought a plane ticket to come see you, because I..." I stop.
I couldn't find the words to say to her. I knew I liked her; I really, really liked her. Everything about her, from her eyes to her smile; her hugs to her kisses. She was the sweetest girl I had ever met. Even having to deal with Madison Divera didn't seem to bring me down, when it came to being with Roxxie. I had truly never been happier.
"Joey," she started, turning to me. I could see the passion in her eyes as I turned my head, gazing longingly as the feeling swept over my body once again. I found myself lost in her eyes, and I couldn't seem to turn away; a part of me didn't want to be found. "I love you," she admitted. And reality had finally struck.
I didn't know what to say, and if I had known what to say, I couldn't have spit it out if I tried. I was literally speechless. All I could do is watch the look of terror grow on Roxxie's face. "Oh my god," she gasps, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Joey. I shouldn't have..." She turns away from me, but not before I caught a teardrop sparkle from her eyes. "I'm so sorry." She jumps off the car, and, without looking back, walks out of the parking lot, and into the night.
"You've got something on your cheek," I inform her, an innocent smile across my face. "Let me get it for you." I lean over and kiss her cheek, prevent a drop of ice cream from trickling onto her shirt. She giggles; obviously, she loved it.
"Maybe I was saving that for later," she proposes matter-of-factly, clutching a vanilla ice cream cone in her right and my hand in her left.
"Well in that case, let me fix it for you." I reach across her and slide my finger across the ice cream, laughing as she follows my finger closing in on her face. I dab it on her nose. "Better?" I ask in amusement.
She grins. "Not yet."
And at that, I find myself with an ice cream cone planted in my face. I hardly know how to react. She's laughing so hard; so cute, I can't help but let out a few short chuckles.
The rest of the day at the carnival went just about that well. It's hard to do things in public anymore these days, with the paparazzi always lingering around, or reporters looking for another interview or a new story. But it was surprisingly pleasant tonight. Like most everything else this week, with Roxxie...it just felt right.
We rode the Ferris wheel together, played a few corny carnival games, and before you knew it, we were carrying an overabundance of caricatures and stuffed animals around the park with us. After awhile, it got tiring. So we decided to head back to the car to drop all these things off. It was getting late anyway; the carnival was due to close in about 40 minutes or so.
We got to the car, and I opened the back doors, arranging them spaciously onto the seats. Once I'm satisfied that they won't get in the way, I shut the doors. I turn around, right into a passionate kiss from Roxxie, and instantly I experience the best feeling I had ever had in my entire life. What was it? My heart raced, my stomach sunk, and my body grew hot. Whatever it was, I never wanted it to end.
Once it was over and she slowly pulled away from my face, I just gazed into her eyes. Never in my entire life had I seen anything so pure, so beautiful. It was amazing. She smiled, blushing, and turned her head down to her feet, swiveling in position. I smile, too.
"Let's lie down," I suggest. She looks up at me, a look of curiosity established on her face. At that, I hop up onto the hood of my blue Dodge Viper, throwing my arms behind my head as I lie flat on my back, legs straight. She follows shortly after, settling right up next to me, her head on my right shoulder and her right arm across my chest. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment if I had tried.
"You look beautiful tonight," I admit, staring up into the glowing stars of California; they just seem to shine much more brightly when I'm with her. I can feel her smile. Then it fades.
"Joey," she asks, "why do you want to be with me so bad?" I knew the question would come up sooner or later. I hadn't prepared an answer; if I had, it wouldn't do justice to how I truly feel.
"Look at the stars with me," I request. Slightly confused, she rolls onto her back, her head still on my shoulder. We stare into the stars together. "Three years ago, I met a woman named Madison Divera. I ended up scheduled to face her in a match that never took place. And yeah, I'll be honest about it- I liked her." I reposition my right arm out from under my head, and place it around her, my hand draped over her shoulder, almost to her chest. "But I realized, it was stupid. It was lust. It wasn't what I wanted."
I pull her in, closer to me. "When I first laid eyes on you, Roxxie, I thought you were gorgeous. I asked around, 'Who is that?' And I was told that you were Madison Divera's adopted daughter. I was shocked. I had wanted to talk to you, get to know you. But I was afraid you would be just like her," I pause, then quickly add, "no offense." She giggles. "But I heard you talking one night, and you just sounded so genuine, so pure. But still, I was afraid to talk to you, because of my history with your mom."
She sighs. I can tell she felt guilty, although it was completely unjustified. She had no part in that, and thus no reason to feel guilty. "When I learned that I would be teaming with you last week, I was more than excited. I saw it as my chance to finally meet you, to get to know the real you. So I bought a plane ticket to come see you, because I..." I stop.
I couldn't find the words to say to her. I knew I liked her; I really, really liked her. Everything about her, from her eyes to her smile; her hugs to her kisses. She was the sweetest girl I had ever met. Even having to deal with Madison Divera didn't seem to bring me down, when it came to being with Roxxie. I had truly never been happier.
"Joey," she started, turning to me. I could see the passion in her eyes as I turned my head, gazing longingly as the feeling swept over my body once again. I found myself lost in her eyes, and I couldn't seem to turn away; a part of me didn't want to be found. "I love you," she admitted. And reality had finally struck.
I didn't know what to say, and if I had known what to say, I couldn't have spit it out if I tried. I was literally speechless. All I could do is watch the look of terror grow on Roxxie's face. "Oh my god," she gasps, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Joey. I shouldn't have..." She turns away from me, but not before I caught a teardrop sparkle from her eyes. "I'm so sorry." She jumps off the car, and, without looking back, walks out of the parking lot, and into the night.
Also, here is part of my current RP for Initiative:
“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer,” she jokes, with subtle sass.
She giggles, sweet and adorable, but the shakiness of her voice is noticeable and, as I sit opposite her in the arena lounge, staring into her beautiful brown eyes, I can feel her anxiety pierce my gaze. In just an hour, the two of us will be competing in the biggest match of our professional careers. Watching her unpack her bag made the moment seem all the more real, and the fact that she and I would be on opposite sides of the ring once more did not help to quell the uneasiness in the room.
Of course, we wouldn’t be the only competitors involved in the match. There will Andrew Watts, the “Global Assassin,” and long-entitled number-one contender for the now-vacant EWF World Heavyweight Championship. Watts is dangerous in the ring, and calculating, and he believes more than anything that he should not have to face three other wrestlers for this championship title. There is nothing more dangerous than a man backed into a corner.
Also, there is Paul Blair- a true and tested veteran in the ring, and a man with the money and resources to make just about anything he wants come to fruition. He is most definitely a technician, and cunning, and opportunistic. One would assume his older age would hold him back, but the man still moves like he is thirty years old!
Yet, there is still one more…
"A picture can't come close to capturing your beauty," I respond, almost forgetting she had spoken, in the first place. Smiling, I lean in for a kiss, and she embraces me with such passion that I am momentarily taken aback. It is a deep kiss, long, and intimate. We separate, and I notice the smile of a crushing schoolgirl spread across her flush-red face.
"So is this your strategy, to try and seduce me into submission?" I smirk, and she laughs.
"Maybe,” she responds, adding with a wink, “Maybe I don't need a strategy."
I chuckle at her playful display of confidence. "Taking this a bit lightly, aren't we?"
She joins in on the laughter, before quickly changing the subject. "You know, neither of us have showered yet for our match...you wanna get that taken care of?"
I smile as her cheeks brighten once again, getting a kick out of her adorable timidness. Beneath the shell of this rebellious young woman beats the heart of a sweet, innocent girl, full of laughter and love. My own heart skips a beat thinking about it! Never before has love come to me so passionately, with such enthusiasm as a child discovering his favorite toy in the whole wide world. It’s a feeling I could get used to, and one that I never want to lose.
“I suppose I'll have to go grab my gym bag then, won't I?" Laughing softly, I slowly push myself up to my feet. As I leave the door, I notice Andrew Watts heading in my direction, no doubt to stretch out before our match, I smile, extending my hand in a gesture of good luck, but he hastily pushes past me, shoving me aside with his shoulder, as he heads down the hall.
That was the last time Andrew Watts would be seen up and about that night, as he never made it to our match; he was found by event staff in the back, beaten and bloody, left unable to compete. Somebody had attacked him backstage, effectively eliminating him from the championship match.
And I have a pretty good idea who did it.
She giggles, sweet and adorable, but the shakiness of her voice is noticeable and, as I sit opposite her in the arena lounge, staring into her beautiful brown eyes, I can feel her anxiety pierce my gaze. In just an hour, the two of us will be competing in the biggest match of our professional careers. Watching her unpack her bag made the moment seem all the more real, and the fact that she and I would be on opposite sides of the ring once more did not help to quell the uneasiness in the room.
Of course, we wouldn’t be the only competitors involved in the match. There will Andrew Watts, the “Global Assassin,” and long-entitled number-one contender for the now-vacant EWF World Heavyweight Championship. Watts is dangerous in the ring, and calculating, and he believes more than anything that he should not have to face three other wrestlers for this championship title. There is nothing more dangerous than a man backed into a corner.
Also, there is Paul Blair- a true and tested veteran in the ring, and a man with the money and resources to make just about anything he wants come to fruition. He is most definitely a technician, and cunning, and opportunistic. One would assume his older age would hold him back, but the man still moves like he is thirty years old!
Yet, there is still one more…
"A picture can't come close to capturing your beauty," I respond, almost forgetting she had spoken, in the first place. Smiling, I lean in for a kiss, and she embraces me with such passion that I am momentarily taken aback. It is a deep kiss, long, and intimate. We separate, and I notice the smile of a crushing schoolgirl spread across her flush-red face.
"So is this your strategy, to try and seduce me into submission?" I smirk, and she laughs.
"Maybe,” she responds, adding with a wink, “Maybe I don't need a strategy."
I chuckle at her playful display of confidence. "Taking this a bit lightly, aren't we?"
She joins in on the laughter, before quickly changing the subject. "You know, neither of us have showered yet for our match...you wanna get that taken care of?"
I smile as her cheeks brighten once again, getting a kick out of her adorable timidness. Beneath the shell of this rebellious young woman beats the heart of a sweet, innocent girl, full of laughter and love. My own heart skips a beat thinking about it! Never before has love come to me so passionately, with such enthusiasm as a child discovering his favorite toy in the whole wide world. It’s a feeling I could get used to, and one that I never want to lose.
“I suppose I'll have to go grab my gym bag then, won't I?" Laughing softly, I slowly push myself up to my feet. As I leave the door, I notice Andrew Watts heading in my direction, no doubt to stretch out before our match, I smile, extending my hand in a gesture of good luck, but he hastily pushes past me, shoving me aside with his shoulder, as he heads down the hall.
That was the last time Andrew Watts would be seen up and about that night, as he never made it to our match; he was found by event staff in the back, beaten and bloody, left unable to compete. Somebody had attacked him backstage, effectively eliminating him from the championship match.
And I have a pretty good idea who did it.
And, the RP it is based on:
Note: These events take place at Exotic Sunset, Sunday, July 13th, 2008, approx. one hour before the main event.
I sit across from her, watching the beauty radiate off her body as she unpacks her ring gear from her gym bag. In about an hour or so, the two of us, as well as Andrew Watts and Paul Blair, would be competing for the biggest prize in the game- the EWF World Heavyweight Championship. But for now, I will be spending my time with her, Roxxie Roberts; the girl I love.
I had just said those words to her the night before. I realize now that it was the right thing to do. I couldn't deny the feelings forever, and if I hadn't told her, I fear I would have lost her forever. It had to be done. She glances at me and smiles, catching me as I just gazed into this portrait of magnificence before me. She giggles. "Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer." I smirk.
"A picture can't come close to capturing your beauty." She smiles, as I lean over towards her, planting a kiss on her forehead. I can see her start to blush, and she leans into me this time, embracing in a more passionate kiss than before. We slowly detach from one-another's face, an even bigger smile on her face than before. But it's not quite as innocent as before.
"So is this your strategy, to try and seduce me into submission?" I ask jokingly; she bites her lip playfully. "Maybe," she winks. "Maybe I don't need a strategy."
I laugh at her. "Taking this a bit lightly, aren't we?" She joins me in laughter, before stopping to gaze into my eyes again. She quickly looks down at her feet, smiling as her face turns beat-red.
"You know, neither have showered yet for our match...you wanna get that taken care of?" She asks very bluntly, but I can tell she is still pretty shy. She's just like a little schoolgirl sometimes, behind her rebellious shell; it's very cute.
I chuckle. "I suppose I'll have to go grab my gym bag then, won't I?" I slowly stand up, brushing my hand across her cheek before stepping out of the locker room.
As I'm leaving, I happen to pass a confident-looking Andrew Watts heading in the opposte direction. I begin to wish him good luck, but he bodychecks me with his shoulder as he walks by, not even looking back. What an @$$hole.
And the rest is history. That would be the last anybody would see of a conscious Andrew Watts for the rest of the night. Anybody, except one person. And I have a pretty good idea who that person could be.
I sit across from her, watching the beauty radiate off her body as she unpacks her ring gear from her gym bag. In about an hour or so, the two of us, as well as Andrew Watts and Paul Blair, would be competing for the biggest prize in the game- the EWF World Heavyweight Championship. But for now, I will be spending my time with her, Roxxie Roberts; the girl I love.
I had just said those words to her the night before. I realize now that it was the right thing to do. I couldn't deny the feelings forever, and if I hadn't told her, I fear I would have lost her forever. It had to be done. She glances at me and smiles, catching me as I just gazed into this portrait of magnificence before me. She giggles. "Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer." I smirk.
"A picture can't come close to capturing your beauty." She smiles, as I lean over towards her, planting a kiss on her forehead. I can see her start to blush, and she leans into me this time, embracing in a more passionate kiss than before. We slowly detach from one-another's face, an even bigger smile on her face than before. But it's not quite as innocent as before.
"So is this your strategy, to try and seduce me into submission?" I ask jokingly; she bites her lip playfully. "Maybe," she winks. "Maybe I don't need a strategy."
I laugh at her. "Taking this a bit lightly, aren't we?" She joins me in laughter, before stopping to gaze into my eyes again. She quickly looks down at her feet, smiling as her face turns beat-red.
"You know, neither have showered yet for our match...you wanna get that taken care of?" She asks very bluntly, but I can tell she is still pretty shy. She's just like a little schoolgirl sometimes, behind her rebellious shell; it's very cute.
I chuckle. "I suppose I'll have to go grab my gym bag then, won't I?" I slowly stand up, brushing my hand across her cheek before stepping out of the locker room.
As I'm leaving, I happen to pass a confident-looking Andrew Watts heading in the opposte direction. I begin to wish him good luck, but he bodychecks me with his shoulder as he walks by, not even looking back. What an @$$hole.
And the rest is history. That would be the last anybody would see of a conscious Andrew Watts for the rest of the night. Anybody, except one person. And I have a pretty good idea who that person could be.
I just want to know, what is the general opinion on this? I would hope to not have anything deducted from me, in the case that this isn't okay, but if the general consensus is that it is not acceptable, then I would avoid this in the future.
