On the Topic of Rappers (RP 2)

[Kasper Van Slam]

Kasper stood in the bowels of some unknown location in some unknown arena. The lights dance back and forth showing Kasper in a scary light.

Kasper:
"a tskit a tasket, fittin' John Blade for a casket..."

Kasper is washed over by a bucket of blood, an unknown sick beat echoes in the shadows as Kasper spits her own crazy rap.

Kasper:
"forgive me lord I'm about to sin again,
Blade can't keep his mouth from run'in'n.
The guy is zero fun'in'n!
Who gave him a contract again'in'n?"



Kasper is giving a haunting chase after a fake "John Blade".



Kasper:
"self proclaimed doctor of thuganomics!
truthfully he's a joke and failed comic.
we've seen this battle before, it's the same him hittin' the floor, and bustin'a bore!
Cross ya I's and dot ya t's
Because John Blade only prize...

...is being lucky enough to get a job at Mickie D's eatin cream pies!"

Kasper shot up in her bed, her face covered in sweat and she is constantly checking herself or the environment around her.

Topher: "hey kid, what the fuck? You okay?"

She shakes her head and begins to cry. Topher still half asleep regardless went to her.

Kasper: "I was him...I was the Doctor!"

Topher: "oh child the doctor of thuganomics?"

Kasper: "yes, John Blade!"

Topher chuckles.

Topher: "John Blade is a myth love, the man is real but the myth around him is all folklore...just go back to sleep, you'll put this little hitch to bed soon enough and you'll see he'll last...twenty...to a minute and half tops..."

Topher pulls her in for a hug.

Topher: "just remember yo...you can't see me and word life yo...."

......and yet again Kasper woke up just as "John Blade" embraced her with his thug luv and made her invisible. She still didn't know where she was but a familiar voice, the voice of her Father, that brought reality crashing back against her.

"hey sweetheart, bad dream?" and Drexel stood up from his chair, "We got a lot to talk about..."