Thought up of an Rp that I think could be awesome. Been thinking up the basics for it for a while now actually. At the time of me writting this I'm training in the field and can only access WiiChat via smart phone so Ill hold up on the RP but I will type up some previews for the RP while out here. After the previews Ill open this up for Sign Ups. Enjoy.
Days Passed Away/Epilogue Part 1: Because I Love YouTrent pulled the old, beat up, baby blue Ford pick-up to the broken down bar. The sign read "The Waterin' Hole" and was barely hanging on to the building by a few rusty screws.
He was deep in thought while staring emptily at the less-than-classy looking place, but hell, it looked like every other building nowadays.
"I'm not so sure about this place Trent..." Jessie said from the passenger seat. Her voice sort of startled him a bit. He looked to her, surprised to see her awake already. Only and hour or two had passed since she had fallen asleep in that seat. He looked at her, that golden blonde hair, those bright blue eyes, the funny kink in her eyebrow when she second guesses his judgement, she was the only thing nice to look at these days and was still the prettiest thing before then. He gave a fake smile to reassure her and opened the drivers side door. "Don't worry," He said. "It'll be okay. Just sit here and keep an eye out. Ill be back in a second."
With that he grabbed his baseball bat from behind the seat, got out of the truck and shut the door. The sun hit him all the harder as he stood there looking at the bar. A gust of wind blew by and a cloud of the desert sand wooshed by his face to his discomfort. He wiped his nose and looked to the back of the pick-up at the whimpering Golden Retriever sitting in the bed of the truck. He scracthed the dog behind his ear. "Watch after Jessie, okay boy?" He said to the dog. Then he started to slowly walk into the bar, noticing it was "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash that he heard coming from inside. Cautiously he opened the door and stepped inside, immediatly regretting he did.
He looked across the bar, hating himself for what he had walked into and even more for what he feared might happen to Jessie if he couldn't slip away. Looking back at him was a nasty group of tough looking fellas, some seeming to not bother washing a few days old blood from their clothes. The ones not cleaning their arsenal of guns were busy helping themselves to the abandonded bars stock of whiskey, beer, and whatever else they might have. Some were smiling at him with what teeth they had, this troubled Trent the most.
"Howdy there boy." Said one of the bigger, uglier ones. "What's a kid like you doin' way out here in this here shithole?" Trent clenched tightly to his bat and tried to speak, but he was too busy swallowing the lump in his throat. A scrawny one, sharpening his knife, spoke up. "Was that yer truck we heard pull up out thur youngin'?" He said in a squeeky, twangier voice.
Trent took a deep breath and started to calm his heartbeat. He looked at these barbaric men that were looking back at him, a 17 year old kid with nothing but a baseball bat and his back to the door, like they were about to rip him apart and enjoy it, sadly he's probably dead right. Then he thought of Jessie and what horrible, horrendous things they will do if they got a hold of her. He got angry.
"Yeah, yeah it is." He said to them surprisingly confident. Kind of took them by surprise aswell. "So, fellas, I was looking for some supplies. I'm alone out here and trying to make my way to Dallas, but ya know how far that is. I can tell y'all are busy so Ill just get goin'. Appreciate yalls time fellas." He then turned to the door, hoping that he played that off well enough, and started to open the door. Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder. "Crap" he muttered under his breath right before he was flung to the middle of the bar, and the middle of the group of bandits. "Face it kid." Said the big one. "Me and you both knew you ain't gettin out of here without givin' us that truck and whatever the hell you got in there."
He sat there on the floor thinking of what to do, but his attention quickly turned to the scrawny one that spoke earlier. He was looking out of the window, spazzing out unable to hold his excitement. Trent suddenly felt nausious knowing what was happening. "Boss!" The scrawny one called in a squeaky twangy voice. "You ain't gonna believe this!" He cried as he darted for the door. Trent swiftly rose to his feet and started to dart for the door aswell. "NOOOO!" He yelled, but was quickly brought to the ground by a punch to the gut, he didn't know who did it, but it hurt. Hurt enough to make him vomit, and his vision grew blurry.
The large bandit bent down to Trents eye level, who was on his knees, swiviling his head trying to stay concious. "Hmmm," the big one said with a smile. "Now what the hell could have gotten Rat so excited out there huh? You got something good out there boy? Something you didn't tell us?" Just then, "Rat" busted through the door, the dog could be heard barking like crazy outside. In Rats arms was Jessie struggling to break his grasp. "Trent!" She cried to him. Trents vision immediatly cleared and his anger burrowed up. "Let her go!" He yelled. "Take the truck, put please leave her alone!" He yelled to the bandits. This earned a laugh from the crowd.
"You must be high off yer ass if you think I'm lettin a piece like this get away from me boy." The big one said. "You know how long its been since these boys've even seen a broad? Let alone touch one?." Trent looked around the group, which was drooling over the sight of Jessie. That was enough for him. He jumped up and sung at the big guy with his bat, connecting to the side of his head. The blow caused the bandit to fall to his knees, but he was right back up, and red with anger. The bandit quickly returned with a punch right to Trents face. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the scrawny bandit dragging the kick, screaming girl to the back room.. She screamed his name and reached her arm to him, and he tried to reach out to her, but his body fell limp and everything went black.
The band was playing louder than usual that Friday night. The crowd roared over and over again, "Let's-go, Ea-gles!" Trent smiled at the group cheering his team on. He stared at them while standing with his team behind the paper banner, looking through the crowd for someone in particular. "Earth to Trent!" He heard. Trent was notorious for getting lost in thought. He looked behind him to see his friend, and the teams first-string running back, Nathan Johnsen, laughing at him. "Dude, we're about to play our rivals in the semifinals and you got booty on the mind." Nathan said with a laugh. Trent blushed and punched Nathan in the shoulder. "I ain't done it!" He exclaimed. Then loojed around and asked, "So... have you seen her?" Which made Nathan laugh again. "You know she ain't comin'. She already told you she don't like going to these games bro." Trent then looked around again, looking rather bummed. "I know, its just that I asked her to this time."
Nathan shook his head. "Man you're hopeless. She might not even be into you dude." Trent then looked back at Nathan quickly. "Nah, I feel it Nate." Nathan shook his head again. "Yeah I bet, and the one before that and the one before that." Trent looked down in dissappointment. "I planned on asking her out after the game today." He then perked up and looked to his left after hearing a familiar voice call his name. There, standing across the gate from the football field was Jessie, smiling at him. "You better do good out there, don't make me come to these stupid games for nothing!" She yelled at him. Seeing her put a big goofy grin on Trents face.
Trent started to come to as he found himself back on the floor of the broken down bar. His head aching, his heart pounding, his mind racing. His senses started to gather quickly and he remembered his situation, which threw him into a panic. He jumped to his feet as his name was called again from the back room. Apperantly he wasn't out near as long as he had feared. He wiped the blood from his face onto the leather sleave of his letterman jacket and looked at his surroundings. It seemed the brutish bandits left their stock of guns unchecked in their excitment. He quickly picked up the only two guns he knew how to handle thanks to hunting trips with his dad, a double barreled shotgun and a long-range hunting rifle. He strapped the rifle to his back and clenched the shotgun tightly in his hand and darted for the door to the back room. 'They should have killed me' he thought to himself. The enraged boy kicked open the door and immediately pointed the gun into the room. "Put you ****ing hands up!" He shouted. The surprised bandits quickly looked behind them with shock and awe apparent on their faces. Looking through the crowd he could see a paniced Jessie. She had been fighting them off seeng as she was tensed up and only one of her shoes had been taken from her.
The surprised faces of the bandits slowly morphed to angry grimaces at the boy, who wasn't concerned with the looks he was receiving, all the while looking utterly livid himself. "We can go about this without any of you sorry sacks of **** dying." He boldly stated. "Oh someones, dyin' alright." Said one of the bandits. Trent looked to Jessie and with his hand signaled for her to come to him. She slowly passed the bandits and made her way to Trent, who immediatly grabbed her and held her tightly, with one arm still pointing the gun at the angered bandits. After a brief time of stillness, he started to back away to the door.
The two sprinted to the truck, struggling to open the doors in their panic. He could hear the bandits grabbing their guns inside and he started mutturing curse words under his breath. He opened the door to the truck, the bandits rushed out of the bar gun blazing. The dog, Rosco, nearly jumped out of the truck to attack the men, but was tied down by his leash. Trent and Jessie jumped in and started the truck, which wasn't given a seconds notice to be put in reverse. He hit the gas and swiped by the bandits onto a dirt road. It only mad a short distance before one of the tires was shot out. He swerved but managed to keep it stable enough to not fip, that didn't save them from the engine being shot out next.
Smoke bellowed from under the trucks hood and waves of heat followed with. Trent jumped out of the truck and cut the leash off Rosco. "I ain't leavin ya buddy." He said as he quickly ran to the front of the truck. He grabbed Jessie by the wrist and sprinted down the road away from the bandits. He had to look back and call for Rosco, who was holding ground and barking at the men closing in on the truck. "Damn it Rosco get over here!" He yelled. Roscos ears perked and he quickly sprinted to Trent. Trent then looked to Jessie. Tears being dried byt the desert sun and sand. The thought of stopping to catch his breath quickly exited his mind after looking at her.
He spotted a tall building up ahead at a fork in the dirt road. He didn't have a plan, he didn't think this building would save them, but by instict he headed for it. Jessie noticed this with worry on her mind. "Trent!" She yelled, "We can't just bust into a building! What if..." She was interuppted by Trent tackling through the door. No time to be cautious. It was time to survive. He quickly spotted a larger dresser in the abandoned building and pushed it in front of the doorway. He grabbed Jessie, called for Rosco, and started running upstairs. Something caught both Trents and Jessies attention while running up the stairs. Something that disturbed both of them deeply.
They made their way up to the roof. After seeing that his girl and his dog were still safe, Trent used the rifile to bard the door by its handles. As he was doing so, Jessie was yelling panicedly at him. "Trent!" She yelled. "I know." He replied. "All the doors in there!" She continued. "I know.." he replied. "They were boarded and.." she started to yell. "I KNOW!!!" Trent yelled after barding the door. He turned his attention to Rosco briefly, who was continuing with his barking. "Rosco shut up!" He yelled.
Trent grabbed Jessie and pulled her with him to the opposite side of the roof. On the other side of the door they could hear the bandits screaming and shooting, along with several disturbing sounds of growling and snarling. Trent looked back to Jessie, clentching his shotgun tight. "Babe, no matter what happens, I'm here for you, you know that right?" He said. She looked at him, tears slowly made their way down both of their faces. "Of coarse, I know." She said sadly. "And you know," he continued, "that I promised you whenever it gets bad, and seems hopeless you don't have to worry right?" Jessie bagan to hold him tightly. "Yes, Trent, I remeber." She said. He gently pushed her off of hime to look her in the eyes. "Cause I told you, no matter what comes at us, I WILL protect you." He said to her while fighting back tears. "And you know why?" He asked. She nodded her head and kissed him.
"Beacause I love you."
DAYS PASSED AWAY
Keep track of this thread in the next couple of days for the second preview, Just Following Orders.