|. Roleplay Three .|

[Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass]

This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.

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Lay it down, not a crown.
Don't throw your weight around.
Silence you, stupid you.
You don't know what you've gotten into.

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|x| Third time's the charm .. |x|

[Scene One]

I'm sitting all alone, feeling empty .. I can feel the pressure, it's getting closer now. We're better off, without you. I can feel the pressure, it's getting close now. You're better off, without me ..

Jordan opens his eyes just as "Pressure" by Paramore stops playing on his stereo. He examines the plain ceiling as he lays on the couch, face up. His blue eyes survey the barren surface. White, all white.

Wow .. kind of reminds me of when I was a kid. I can remember I used to go outside and the snow would be way over my head and I know my eyes used to light up like headlights .. man, life was so simple back then.

Jordan rolls over onto his side, the bare skin of his upper body rubbing against the cold, hard leather. He looked around the room while he scratched his left leg through his dark blue jeans. He scans the room, looking at the television, the stereo, which is now playing "Let The Flames Begin" by Paramore, and many other things.

Wow, this is quite sad. I'm here, in my locker room, alone, with no plans and I am bored out of my mind. Calaz isn't here with Jaime yet, and Ticker ain't here either. I wonder when Alyssa is getting in ..

Jordan sits up, leaning his head back against the wall behind the couch. His black hair with red streaks flows back from his face as his head tilts backward. He closes his eyes, listening to the music emanating from the speakers on the other side of the room.

~ .. growing beneath it all and ..
This is, how we'll dance when,
when they try to take us down.
This is how we'll sing now.

This is, how we'll stand when,
when they burn our houses down.
This is what we'll be,
oh glory .. ~

Jordan opens his eyes, looking at the ceiling once again. He then lets his head roll to the left, looking across the room at the clock on the wall.

Four thirty .. maybe I'll go for a walk. Anything is better than this.

Jordan stands up and walks across the room, picking up his black button-up shirt off the floor and pulling it on and doing the buttons up halfway. He then walks toward the door .. [/i]

[End Scene]

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[Scene Two]

You see Jordan walking down a hallway with white walls and a white ceiling, just like his locker room. Busy stage hands in black, wearing black headsets run past, talking into the microphones as they rush away to set up for the impending show. [/b]

Wow, I didn't think it'd be this much rush yet. It's not even five yet and they're all running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

He rounds a corner, almost bumping into a stage hand who was looking at a sheet of paper held in his hand.

Idiot.

He continues to walk down the hall, only to see Makaveli stepping out of his office. Jordan smiles, speeding up as to catch Makaveli before he takes off to where ever he was headed.

Woohoo! I got someone to talk to.

Makaveli turns to walk away, but Jordan places his hand on The Don's shoulder. Mak turns and sees Jordan, smiling. Jordan removes his hand from Mak's shoulder and leans up against the wall.

The Don ~ Hey J, what's up?

Jordan smiles, looking up and down the hall.

Jordan ~ Not much, bored out of my skull. Alyssa isn't here yet, neither are Calaz or Ticker, nor their significant others. I swear to god I was about to jump off the roof to see if it hurt when I hit the pavement.

They both laugh as Makaveli looks down at a clipboard in his hand. Jordan glances at it before he speaks.

Jordan ~ So where you off to?

Makaveli looks back up from the clipboard, looking over his shoulder briefly.

The Don ~ Ah, no where. Some stupid meeting with some heads of some companies looking for some deals. I seriously doubt any'll be made though .. all these guys don't look to good on paper.

Jordan laughs.

The Don ~ Worried about your match tonight? Szaban ain't the easiest guy to be taken out, but I think you know that already.

Jordan laughs, as does Mak. Jordan sighs.

Jordan ~ Not worried as such .. just not looking forward to it. I'm very focused and very ready for it, but .. I don't know. Something about Szaban makes me uneasy, like he has some secret weapon or something. Maybe it's just where he's held close to forty championships and I've only held one. Stupid nerves.

Mak laughs.

Makaveli ~ You'll do great, I'm sure. Anyway, I better get off to that meeting .. talk to you later?

Jordan nods and Makaveli smiles, then walks away. Jordan's left alone, leaning up against the wall. Once again, he looks up toward the ceiling.

Forty championships .. wow.[/i]

[End Scene]

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[Scene Three]

Jordan stands, one arm outstretched toward the brick wall outside the arena, leaning as he blows a cloud of thick gray smoke out from his mouth. He sighs before taking another drag for the cigarette gripped between his index and middle fingers.

Finally, I can calm down .. wow, it's so quiet here tonight.

The only sound that can be heard is cars rushing by on a street in the distance. Other than that, the buzzing of the lights on the parking lot filled the night air. Jordan looks around, then takes another long drag from his cancer-stick.

Goddamn, it's been a long time since I've had a smoke. I forgot how soothing it is.

Suddenly, from off camera a high pitched voice can be heard. It sounds like a small child, between ten and twelve.

Voice ~ Mister, are you Jordan Glass?

Jordan turns to see a short boy, maybe four feet tall. He's wearing a green sweater and a pair of black jeans with a backpack on his back. He has shaggy blonde hair draping around his eyes and ears. Jordan smiles at him.

Seems like a nice kid.

Jordan ~ Well look at that, I am Jordan Glass. How you doin' kid?

The boy smiles.

Boy ~ I'm good. My names Ryan, and I was wondering if you'd sign my t-shirt.

Wonder what t-shirt he has? Hah, mine .. of coarse.

Jordan ~ Sure, Ryan. Where is the t-shirt?

Ryan takes off his book bag and lays it on the ground, then takes off his sweater to reveal .. a Szaban t-shirt?

What the hell? He wants me to sign that?

Jordan looks at Ryan puzzled. Ryan is confused for a second, then notices he's wearing a Szaban t-shirt. He laughs.

Ryan ~ Oh, not this one. I wore this one all day. I got your t-shirt in my bag, I was going to wear it for the show.

Ha, nice one kid.

Ryan bends over and undoes his bag and pulls out a Jordan Glass t-shirt that says "Needles Prick, Knives Cut .. " on the front and " .. but Glass scars." on the back. He then pulls out a Serafin t-shirt that says "Serafin, Modern Evolution." Jordan smiles.

Jordan ~ You didn't say anything about two t-shirts.

The kid looks panicked for a second. Jordan laughs.

Jordan ~ Just kidding. Got a marker?

The kids looks through his bag and pulls out a red sharpie. Jordan takes the sharpie and the two t-shirts and signs them one at a time, writing "To Ryan, From Jordan Glass. Have a good time at The American Dream." He hands the t-shirts back to Ryan. He reads the message and looks a little disappointed.

Jordan ~ What's wrong, man?

Ryan looks up at Jordan.

Ryan ~ I'm not going to The American Dream .. my parents couldn't afford tickets.

This kid's in for a surprise.

Jordan smiles.

Jordan ~ How many of you are there?

Ryan looks confused, but answers anyway.

Ryan ~ Me, my dad and mom, my older brother and my younger sister .. but why?

Jordan pulls a handful of tickets out of his pocket and Ryan's face lights up. Jordan pulls five tickets out of his hand and passes them to Ryan. The kid's face is priceless as Jordan laughs.

Jordan ~ Go and get ready man, only a couple hours until it starts!

Ryan ~ Thank you so much Jordan!

.. he says before turning and running off.

Watch out, Matt. I'm feeling good.[/i]

Blackness.

[End Scene]

|x| .. and I'll come out on top. |x|

[Fin]

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