Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Aug 19, 2007 15:21:33 GMT -5
This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
And so begins the legacy of he who will not fall.
He looks around, looking down, as he walks so tall.
He flies higher, shines brighter than all those before.
Not a soul, not a being could ask for any more.
He is perfection incarnate upon this earth.
Nobody knew this on the day of birth.
Alliances made, alliances broken, nothing has slowed him down.
Nothing can stop him, halt his journey for the crown.
Champion of Champions, opponent may be,
but when the time comes, they all will see.
The ladder isn't long enough, he is reaching the top.
The glass cieling broken, never will he stop.
---
|x| Third time's the charm .. |x|
Jordan ~ The curse reigns over the prestiguous place ..
The black fades away as you see Jordan's back and the back of his head as he looks out a window. You know it's him from the deep ringing emanating from the dark figure.
Jordan ~ .. taking those who lay in it's wake.
The only light entering the room is from outside the window, where the sun is slowly rising, spreading pink and orange rays across the long green fields of flowing grass.
Jordan ~ Everything means nothing, nothing means everything ..
His hands are hooked behind his back, his arms hanging loosely from his shoulders. His black leather trenchcoat, cold and dark.
Jordan ~ .. to those who don't appreaciate those who are better.
His black hair with red streaks hanging off his head and down around his neck as he speaks in a soft, constant, serious tone.
Jordan ~ Nobody wins, nobody losses ..
Jordan turns, a smirk spread across his soft lips as his arms fall limp at his sides.
Jordan ~ .. everyone falls to the curse.
Suddenly, a strange voice comes from behind the camera. It pans around and shows the man who was dressed in black that was chasing Jordan just days before. He smiles.
ManInBlack ~ You being the curse, right?
Jordan smiles, laughing a little under his breath.
Jordan ~ Who else? Genesis is the strongest one you created, right?
The man in black smiles, looking down at his shoes.
ManInBlack ~ We gave him .. I mean you, the highest dosage of them all .. but you were the only one to survive the training and the medication. You were the only one who coped with it and embraced it. So .. yes, Genesis was the strongest one we created.
Jordan walks toward the man, looking him dead in the eye. The man in black seems to be in some sort of trance the moment their eyes meet, and he can't tear his gaze away.
Jordan ~ Why have you been following me?
The man answers in a dull, monotone. No emotion on his face nor in his voice.
ManInBlack ~ We wanted to see if the treatment had any effect on your every day life.
Jordan smiles eerily.
Jordan ~ Did it?
ManInBlack ~ No.
Jordan smiles, then uppercuts the man, sprawling him out on the floor. He's out cold. Jordan then turns, looking into the camera, his icy glare ripping at your very existance.
Jordan ~ Szaban, I am stronger, faster and smarter than you. I am just plain better in every way, and that's not being egotistical, that's the truth. You just heard from the mouth of that man, I am the strongest of them all.
Remember Szaban, needles prick, knives cut .. but glass scars. Third time is the charm, Szaban .. and this time, you will be scarred .. with the memory of the pain that you endured at The American Bash. You will be scarred for life .. but I have only one question for you now, Matthew ..
Jordan leans in close to the camera, whispering in a deathly breath.
Jordan ~ .. are you ready?
Blackness.
|x| .. and I'll come out on top. |x|
[Fin]
OOC ;; I know, it's shitty. I'm burnt out sooo bad.
[/i][/b]|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
And so begins the legacy of he who will not fall.
He looks around, looking down, as he walks so tall.
He flies higher, shines brighter than all those before.
Not a soul, not a being could ask for any more.
He is perfection incarnate upon this earth.
Nobody knew this on the day of birth.
Alliances made, alliances broken, nothing has slowed him down.
Nothing can stop him, halt his journey for the crown.
Champion of Champions, opponent may be,
but when the time comes, they all will see.
The ladder isn't long enough, he is reaching the top.
The glass cieling broken, never will he stop.
---
|x| Third time's the charm .. |x|
Jordan ~ The curse reigns over the prestiguous place ..
The black fades away as you see Jordan's back and the back of his head as he looks out a window. You know it's him from the deep ringing emanating from the dark figure.
Jordan ~ .. taking those who lay in it's wake.
The only light entering the room is from outside the window, where the sun is slowly rising, spreading pink and orange rays across the long green fields of flowing grass.
Jordan ~ Everything means nothing, nothing means everything ..
His hands are hooked behind his back, his arms hanging loosely from his shoulders. His black leather trenchcoat, cold and dark.
Jordan ~ .. to those who don't appreaciate those who are better.
His black hair with red streaks hanging off his head and down around his neck as he speaks in a soft, constant, serious tone.
Jordan ~ Nobody wins, nobody losses ..
Jordan turns, a smirk spread across his soft lips as his arms fall limp at his sides.
Jordan ~ .. everyone falls to the curse.
Suddenly, a strange voice comes from behind the camera. It pans around and shows the man who was dressed in black that was chasing Jordan just days before. He smiles.
ManInBlack ~ You being the curse, right?
Jordan smiles, laughing a little under his breath.
Jordan ~ Who else? Genesis is the strongest one you created, right?
The man in black smiles, looking down at his shoes.
ManInBlack ~ We gave him .. I mean you, the highest dosage of them all .. but you were the only one to survive the training and the medication. You were the only one who coped with it and embraced it. So .. yes, Genesis was the strongest one we created.
Jordan walks toward the man, looking him dead in the eye. The man in black seems to be in some sort of trance the moment their eyes meet, and he can't tear his gaze away.
Jordan ~ Why have you been following me?
The man answers in a dull, monotone. No emotion on his face nor in his voice.
ManInBlack ~ We wanted to see if the treatment had any effect on your every day life.
Jordan smiles eerily.
Jordan ~ Did it?
ManInBlack ~ No.
Jordan smiles, then uppercuts the man, sprawling him out on the floor. He's out cold. Jordan then turns, looking into the camera, his icy glare ripping at your very existance.
Jordan ~ Szaban, I am stronger, faster and smarter than you. I am just plain better in every way, and that's not being egotistical, that's the truth. You just heard from the mouth of that man, I am the strongest of them all.
Remember Szaban, needles prick, knives cut .. but glass scars. Third time is the charm, Szaban .. and this time, you will be scarred .. with the memory of the pain that you endured at The American Bash. You will be scarred for life .. but I have only one question for you now, Matthew ..
Jordan leans in close to the camera, whispering in a deathly breath.
Jordan ~ .. are you ready?
Blackness.
|x| .. and I'll come out on top. |x|
[Fin]
OOC ;; I know, it's shitty. I'm burnt out sooo bad.
