[Christian Underwood]

 First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 10/10/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 10/11/2015  

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period is now over. All RPs posted from here on in will count towards week two.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 10/16/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 10/17/2015

[Brother Grimm]

 The Ritz-Carlton of San Juan, Puerto Rico was an elegant establishment, one of the few luxury five star hotels within the city limits. The very lobby itself seemed to be something out of a royal palace, as it opened up to a beautiful night-time view of the beach front, and within it was elaborately decorated to better please the eyes and senses. Just inside the doors was the lobby lounge where the guests could socialize at their leisure, a drink in their hands, at one of the many quaint tables, crafted of cherry wood and a vase with fresh cut flowers. The chairs that surrounded each table by a number of three, were cushioned with deep orange, and the one sofa, just big enough for three, was in a cream color with orange and green pillows and a oval glass table set before it.

While the employees of the lounge walked about, ensuring that each guest was well cared for and their wishes and needs fulfilled, one could not help but notice the slight bemusement hidden within the depths of their eyes. For as carefully crafted of an establishment this was to be catered to an "upper echelon" of guests, the men, women and children around them acted less than that, and dressed not like what one might expect in such a fine setting. Rather than fine clothes for an evening out, they wore simple t shirts, jeans and yes, even bathing suits, the remnants of spending their days basking in the radiant sun. Which is why their heads were turned so obviously when the double doors that led to the outside blew open, seemingly of their open accord, and in walked a woman of older years that seemed better suited to their tastes.

Indeed she was old, far older than their mere eyes would be ale to perceive, but for all they knew, her age merely meant one thing: money. Her choice of attire certainly deemed it so. Her normally frayed gray hair was done up, smooth and silky, tied back into a tight bun and hidden beneath a black satin wide brim hat with accordion pleating, and topped off with a pleated flower, also black in color. Her matching garments were no less impressive, as she wore an A-line black buttoned vintage dress, with her trademark shawl draped around and over her shoulders while on her feet she wore high heel buckled boots. The shawl itself seemed the only piece out of place, as it was clearly old and some might even suggest in smelled of brimstone.

Although she drew curios glances from some and expressions of envy by others, she paid them no mind as their attention mattered to her even less than their lives. She walked straight through the lounge and the check in desk, and straight toward the main hall, with just as subtle decor of plants and carved pillars. She was out of place, certainly, but only in lifestyle. She had come for him. She knew he was here, somewhere, and she was curios as to what had drawn him to such a place after his ghastly invitation.

From inside of her cottage, before the fire that roasted her meal in the hearth, she unfolded the slip of parchment in one aged hand, and caught the severed finger in the cup of her other hand. The tip had been removed, and the crimson that at one point flowed freely was used to write the words "Join me for a meal. You'll know where to find me."

Indeed she did, as she had zeroed in on his location the moment she set foot outside of the cottage that had served as her home for untold years. The binding between them allowed them to always be in touch with one another, to know where the other was at all times. Not that he would have had any trouble in any other way: she rarely left that cottage, so this invite was a treat of sorts. Something to lure her from the familiar and to take painstaking lengths to blend in with those she felt beneath her.

"Excuse me, madam?" The hotel manager moved to intervene. Other party members of their guests were always to register at the front desk, so perhaps she was not aware or did not think to ask. She was not staying with them, that much he knew. So protocol though was to be followed at all times. He moved to cut her off from the elevator and tried to gain her attention, "I'm the manager of the hotel. Is there something that I can...?"

But his words were silenced by a simple look from her cold, gray eyes. His expression became a blank stare as he simply turned away from her and went back the way he came, uttering not another word. She herself did not half a step as she stepped up to the open elevator and without touching a single button, waited as the doors slid shut...

... And opened upon the top floor where the honeymoon suite was to be found. She could feel the cold, fearsome presence that screamed of him, just behind the single door she now found herself in front of. Sliding her forefinger along the key card lock, the light turned green and she twisted the door handle and set foot inside.

"I was beginning to wonder if you had accepted my invitation." Brother Grimm stated amicably from the luxurious bed where he sat back against the head board, between the bodies of what were the happily married couple. Even more curious, his amber like gaze fell from her and back to the HD television fastened against the wall where an episode of the hit series "Supernatural" was playing.

Her own eyes carried over the room and its contents; the fine furniture, and on the table a chilled bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, and a silver platter of strawberries. She shook her head and muttered, "Please tell me that that is not the meal of which you invited me for."

"Of course not." Grimm chuckled, motioning with a free hand towards the bodies of the bride and groom. "I thought perhaps we might dine in."

She looked at the nude bodies covered in the sheets and almost hissed in disdain. "You must be joking." She said, her tone gravelly in its intensity. "What in Hell would make you think I would foul my palate with such a...?"

"They were -- are, virgins." Grimm interrupted. "I know you prefer a younger dish, more tender, but this was such a rare delicacy as I thought you would come to appreciate."

"I'll pass." She frowned. "Did you think I went to all this trouble to simply sit in such accommodations and dine on second-rate food?"

For the first time, perhaps since she set foot inside of the suite, Grimm glanced up at her and took in what she was wearing. A sardonic smile crossed his black lips and a hint of teeth showed, a smile that was ghastly enough to spoil milk. Really, madam?" He was bemused. "For me? I'm flattered."

She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and sneered, "Don't be. A lady enjoys nice things and I am, after all, a lady."

Brother Grimm simply stared at her eyes after such a statement and he fell back against the headboard, laughing maniacally. She frowned at his amusement at her own expense and the wall-mounted lamps above his head exploded, sending sparks of electricity everywhere and rained glass down against him and the bodies at his side. He jumped to his feet, knocking the presumed groom to the floor and stared hard at her.

"Was that absolutely necessary?"

"No, but it was fun." She smiled. She then turned her head and nodded towards the television, "Have you found nothing better to do with your time?"

"It was on." He reasoned. "And it did so make me think of you."

To that, she raised her eyebrows and questioned. "Oh? How so?"

Brother Grimm responded, "An amusing show about our kind, and this one? This one they told a story based upon your own charming self. of your past."

Brother Grimm was, of course, referring to a season ten episode of the series in which Sam and Dean Winchester came across Hansel of folktale fame, and a witch naked Katja, based on the very same story he was always rubbing in her face. Upon realizing this, and hearing the "fate" of the witch antagonist, she sneered in distaste.

"Will you ever stop making light of a single defeat in my past?" She asked with acid in her voice.

"I doubt it." He replied with a sickening smile, his own voice filled with a disarming charm to it. Much like if honey were warmed and allowed to run down over a razor blade. "It amuses me to do so. To remind you that you are, after all, only human."

At such an insult, she drew her chin up and simply watched him. He was trying his best to antagonize her, using that one story people simply would not forget, to get under her skin. It was, she suspected, his way of paying her back for the time she had aided the very same enemies that had banished him those centuries ago.

Still, she would not take his bait and give him what he desired: anger. She instead smiled and said, "As amusing as your own defeat just the other evening?"

Grimm's smile faltered and his eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're speaking of."

"Oh please!" She chuckled. "Did you seriously believe I was unaware of that ridiculous farce?"

Las Vegas, Nevada...

A home with a newborn child. A baby boy, fresh from the womb. It was a natural draw to him. Like a shining beacon to his senses. Of course he would sense it. Smell it. Desire it. As the parents slept in the very next room, the baby stirred in its bassinet, its sleepy eyes drifting back to its own dreamland, while unbeknownst to him, the shadows stirred. The figure set foot out of those very shadows and started to approach the sleepy child when another form rose from in front of the crib in a protective stance.

He frowned at the audacity and took a single step forward when the 'protectors' arm swung, throwing what appeared to be a chopstick through the air, impaling him in the hand with such ferocity it slammed his palm back and embedded in the wall of the nursery! He stared in open surprise as the kimono clad form whipped out another 'chopstick' from its hair and sent it sailing, stabbing him in the other hand!

The blow knocked him back a step, closer to the closet from which he had emerged. The diminutive form then grabbed two 'samurai' swords from its robe and started swinging them in the air and leapt towards him like a whirlwind....

Grimm sneered. Of course she would have known -- and made light of. It made his blood boil to think she thought he had been defeated by a mere... a mere...

He drew a breath and reasoned, "I prefer to think of it as a strategic retreat."

"Hunh!" She chuckled. "Call it whatever you wish. Just remember that little taste of humiliation next time before you think to remind me of my own."

He gritted his teeth, more angered by the fact his own rage phased her not in the least. Instead, she asked, "So, are you ready to escort me for an evening out?"

"I'm not really dressed for it." He growled.

She pursed her lips and glanced down at him, then nodded. "True." He felt a funny tingle along his body when she added, "And now you are."

<img align=left src= "http://images2.fanpop.com/image/polls/509000/509203_1281032298965_full.jpg" height=199 width=150> Frowning, he looked down at himself and started. He spun around to stare at his visage in the mirror against the dresser on the far wall. he then turned to glare at her and even not one of her power could shield the burning within his eyes.

"You must be joking!" He raged.

"Oh do not act like a child." She chided him, taking him by the arm and escorting him toward the door to thee suite. "It is, after all, only for the one night." And as they stepped out into the hall, the doors slammed shut behind them, leaving the two honeymooners in the confines of an ancient cottage made of sweets...

"It is only one evening, isn't it J2H?"

"Oh my fine, young morsel, how long I have waited for this one, single moment. The moment in time where I would have you all to myself. All alone where you have no place to run, and no place to hide. Where not another living soul, or anyone else for that matter, would bother coming to your rescue. The detriment you must pay, I imagine, for such a glaring level of unpopularity."

"Did you think yourself safe from myself and the Lady, having that giant at your side? A pretty poor choice for a protector if you ask me. Even the stoutest of guard dogs can be reigned in with a simple leash, but the so-called 'Freight Train of Pain" did not accomplish what I am certain you so dearly desired. Neither would that Simpson bodyguard. I am still here, young James, and I as of yet have a desire to take you into my Sack of souls and collect you for my own."

"Your soul is all I desire, as you must know. Everything else you have left after? Well, to that I will bestow upon Her. She has a taste for such things, literally, and I have come to enjoy playing the role of provider. Yet me? I would like to think of my tastes as a touch more refined. The fear you gift me with is but a mere appetizer to the main course you will provide me with in mere days to come."

"If broken bones are an end result, I will use the shards to pick my teeth. If blood is to be spilled, so be it. I will drink it to quench my thirst. I have been in many a battle over the curse of an eternity, the scope of which you can not even begin to comprehend in your mind. Only this? This won't be a battle.Nor could it be called a simple fight.  To call it such would be like a newborn babe fighting against a hurricane. It's inconceivable to think one such as you could hope to stand against something like myself. You grasp at the very words those around you speak to comfort yourself, but its in vain."

"Do whatever it takes to 'prepare' yourself J2H. It'll just make my meal all the more savory to enjoy."</color>

[J2H]

 Are you sure you want to do this sir?

The concerns in Simpson's voice was very evident as he stands next to J2H, the sun going down in the distance. Combat pants rest on J2H's body with a black wife beater. Around his neck rests a long change. He nervously holds on to the chain in his hand, gripping it tightly in his hand, his hand turning white.

J2H: I have to do this Simpson. I have to face the fear, just in case that pale faced bastard is something from the other side. I need to prove that things like this don't exist.

Simpson: But sir, what if it does exist? What if tonight changes our lives forever?

J2H looks nervously at Simpson, the concern on the big man's face as he looks down at J2H.

J2H: Our? Oh Simpson, I don't need you here, I don't want you here, this is something I have to do on my own. This is something I want to do on my own.

His heart starts to pound faster in his chest as the words fall from his mouth.

Simpson: I can't just leave you here.

J2H: What are you gonna do? Punch a ghost in the face?

He sarcastically rolls his eyes as he looks away from Simpson, looking around the wooded area, the trees gently blowing in the win.

Simpson: Well no.

J2H: Exactly, there's nothing you can do. If the legend is true, it's gonna take a lot more than holy water, or a punch to stop it.

Simpson: Well if the legend is true, don't look in the dogs eyes as a precaution sir.

J2H: I don't believe something will come and get me Simpson because I look at it's dog's eyes. I don't fear this.

The part truth falls from his lips as he looks around the area, trying to get used to the lie of the land.

J2H: One way or another Simpson, at some time after midnight, we'll know if the legend of La Llorona's Swing is true or not.

An uneasy look crosses Simpson's usually emotionless face. J2H turns around and walks away, looking towards the swing. He turns and follows J2H away from the site as the scene quickly fast forwards, the sun dropping further down and replaced with a night sky, the moon shining brightly, lighting up the surrounding area. The sounds of footsteps are heard, as J2H steps back on to the scene, nervously looking down at his watch.

J2H: 11.55pm.

He moves his hand away from his face, the watch moving out of view as he looks around, his face covered with nerves. A rustle in the bushes are heard, causing his heart to race as he jumps around, the color slowly draining from his face. A small four legged creature charges from the bushes, causing the young man to jump. He grabs hold of his chest, breathing hard as a single bead of sweat drips from his forehead, running down his cheek before dropping to the floor.

J2H: What the fuck am I doing here?

His breathing becomes faster and heavier as he rubs his hand down his face, the area feeling darker and darker as the close approaches midnight. The sound from a tree is heard, causing J2H to spin around, but a bird harmlessly flies out of it, disappearing in to the night sky and out of view. J2H reacts a lot calmer to this, watching the bird disappear. He nervously rings his hands together, squeezing at the flesh before looking at the watch again.

J2H: 11.57pm

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tries to calm himself.

J2H: Nothing is gonna show up, nothing will happen, everything will be fine. There's no such thing as ghosts and supernatural stuff.

J2H repeating the words that Casey Williams had said to him just a few short weeks ago, seems to calm the young man down. He slowly opens his eyes, looking at the empty swing, about fifteen feet in front of him. He puts his hands together, his left fist covering his balled right fist. He stares through narrowed eyes. The whistle of the wind causing him to jump as it blows past his ears. He shivers as the wind hits his skin, blowing past him. He runs his hands up his arm, trying to rub some warmth in to them. He glances at his watch as he moves his hand up his body.

J2H: Damn time is going fucking slow all of a sudden but on a Friday night in a club surrounded by women, you go so fast.

11.59pm sits on the face of the watch.

J2H: One minute.

The cold, hard realization kicks in to him as his hand shakes nervously in front of him. He grips the shaking right hand with his left. He inhales sharply, taking a long deep breath as he tries to slow down his ever increasing heart rate. He rubs his hands down his shirt as they become ever sweaty, knowing the time is getting closer. He looks at the second hand, counting down with the watch.

J2H: Five... Four... Three... Two... One.

Midnight! He closes his eyes, taking in one last deep breath, not knowing what to expect when he opens his eyes. As the courage builds up, he fires open his eyes to see... Nothing.

J2H: Hmmm, just as I thought, nothing but a myth, a legend. Ghost don't exist, and neither does anything supernatural.

He turns around and stands to walk, but an eerie feeling washes over his body, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He closes his eyes, lowering his eyebrows and slowly turns back around, his right eye slowly opening. He opens both his eye wide, looking on in amazement as a ghostly figure kneels by the swing, her hand moving slowly over a small dog. The dark haired woman, wearing rosses, moves her hand across her pet as J2H looks on in amazement at the sight before him. Mesmerized by the woman, he steps closer, the grass softly making a noise with his step but the woman pays no attention to the man edging closer. He tilts his head as he looks at her, catching a side view of the dog, it's face vicious looking, and a tint of fire red glowing from his eyes as he looks at his master, content with the petting he's receiving. J2H turns his head slightly, away from the dog and to his side, as he turns back, the woman stands directly in front of him! He jumps, his heart pounding through his chest as he swallows hard. He breathes faster out of his nose as his palms begin to sweat profusely as his hands shake by his side. He opens his mouth but words refuse to come out. The woman looks at him, almost transparent in the moonlight as the dog stands by her side. He glances at the dog, careful not to make eye contact.

J2H: Ugh... Ummm... Ahhhh.

The best he can muster from his frozen position. The woman stares at him burning a hole through his face.

Woman: Why are you here?

A heavy Spanish accent covers her English words, taking J2H by surprise. He looks at her, seeing right through her.

J2H: A Latin American legend that speaks English? Really?

The woman's stone like face continues to stay completely still, causing a spike in J2H's heart rate. Sweat rolls from his forehead, rolling down his face.

Woman: I am not speaking in English, but you are hearing in English, why are you here?

J2H clears his throat, looking through his body for courage.

J2H: I'm here to face my fears, to prove if there is such a thing as ghosts and supernatural shit, so I don't have to be afraid anymore. I refuse to live my life with fear anymore. I refuse to be scared of Brother Grimm, I refuse to be scared of anything.

Woman: And this is your way of proving it?

J2H: Well obviously, or I wouldn't be here. Looking at you, a ghost from a legend, how could things be scarier? I'm standing here after midnight talking to a fucking ghost!

Woman: Would you like you see real fear? Look at my companion here.

Her hand points down to the dog, it's eyes burning red, cutting through the darkness.

J2H: Not a chance lady! I know the legend and well, you're hovering here in front of me, which means that part of the legend is true. That also means if I look in that things eyes, then you're gonna show up with I sleep and kill me. I'm not that fucking stupid. Standing here looking at you lady means I've beaten my fears because I haven't run, nor have I pissed my pants.

The confidence starts to fill him again, as he feels the fear leave his body.

J2H: My point has been proved, thanks for that, I don't need to see you again,

He turns on his heels and starts to move away from the woman, taking long steps. A smile passes on her ghostly white face.

Woman: You may not see me again James, but I will see you.

The woman rushes towards him, surrounding him in a white mist until.... Darkness.

The sound of a deep breath is heard as J2H sits up straight in his bed, his clothes from the night before still rest on his body. He looks around the room, his eyes getting used to the new surrounds.

J2H: How the fuck did I end up here? Last I remember, I was walking away from that ghost woman and her pet mutt.

He rubs the temples in his head with both hands as a knock on the door causes him to look towards the white painted entrance.

J2H: Yeah?

Simpson opens the door, looking at J2H fully clothed.

Simpson: Good morning sir, I didn't hear you come in last night.

J2H: Funny, I didn't know I did get in last night. I don't remember it.

Simpson: Did you see her sir?

J2H: Yes and I am no longer afraid of anyone or anything.

Confidence floods the former tag team and roulette champions face as he nods firmly.

Simpson: The camera crew from SCW are here sir, wanting you to film your promo for your match against Brother Grimm.

J2H: Tell them to wait and I'll be with them in twenty.

Simpson nods as he exits the room, closing the door behind him. J2H stands up, slightly wobbly on his feet and he pulls the shirt off over his head, the camera focusing on claw marks down his back, ten in all, as if hands had ripped at his flesh.

*******

Twenty minutes later. J2H sits across a sofa, his feet resting on the other end of the three seated sofa. The camera sits to his side showing the profile of his face. He turns to face the camera.

J2H: Oh Grimm, I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not afraid of you or anything anymore.

A confident smirk covers his lips as he nods his head up and down.

J2H: Last night, I saw fear, I looked fear dead in the eyes, I stood with the supernatural and I'm still here to tell the story, I'm here to sit and tell you that I no longer fear a single fucking thing in this world, at least not you and that old witch you like to spend your time with. I'm alive after coming face to face with a legend in these parts and I no longer have to worry about anything. The burden has been lifted off my shoulders and is long gone, it's finished Grimm, it's over, I'm worry free. I don't have to look in those cold dead eyes of yours and be intimidated by you, but you, you pale faced bastard, you need to look in my eyes and see the confidence. It's your freaky ass that needs to be scared. It's your freaky ass that needs to be worried about me. It's a crazy thing, feeling the weight off your shoulders so you can focus on that one thing, and I'm focused Grimm.

The camera moves around J2H so that his upper body can be seen.

J2H: I'm focusing on destroying you. I'm focused on ending your weird obsession with me.

He puts a finger up to the camera.

J2H: Because that's what it is. It's a weird obsession because you can not defeat me. Even when I was shit in the ring, I still beat you, what makes you think you can beat this wrestling genius now?

Nothing but pure arrogance emulates from the young man.

J2H: You won't be beating me, you will not be taking my body or soul to do what you want with it. Your obsession ends at High Stakes V. Your little twisted mind will have to go play with someone else because your fun and games end with me. You can go back to your creepy little cabin in the woods and stay there for all I care because this is game over for you.

He pushes his hands together, interlocking his fingers.

J2H: I hope you enjoy Sunday Grimm, I hope you love being that fucking close to me cause I know you will never get the chance to be that close to me again. This is the week I take away the fear for not only me, but for everyone who's ever been scared of the bogeyman. I wipe the fear from their lives by putting you down like a diseased riddled dog.

A quick smile appears on his face.

J2H: I will be taking you out of the game and stopping each and every person in the world from fearing you, I will banish the scary stories and show them that you're just not that scary anymore, you're not worth fearing, that you are worthless. You see this face Grimm.

He points to his face.

J2H: Does this look like a man who is fearful of being in front of you? No, it's a face of confidence, it's a face of power, it's a face that is gonna be smirking at you while I'm beating the hell out of you. It's gonna be the last thing you see while the legend of Brother Grimm is still alive. That, you can trust me on. That's real talk bitch!

He waves his hands out, the back of his hand towards the camera.

J2H: Now get that fucking camera out of my face, I got better things to do today then worry about that never was.

The camera moves away before slowly fading out.