Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 4, 2007 12:43:47 GMT -5
Your TV set shows the inside of a car. You can see Jordan Glass is sitting in the drivers seat. The engine is obviously tearing at itself it's being worked so vigorously. You can barely hear this though, over the blaring of "Across Waters Again" by Blindside over thew sound system. Jordan's face is twisted with rage, anger, hate, sadness, depression. It is undecipherable what he is feeling at each moment, as his emotions are changing with each passing moment.
~ .. just one of those days,
where you learn to fly ..
WITH THOSE BROKEN WINGS! ~
Jordan peals one of his hands off the steering wheel long enough to punch the radio so hard the CD stops. He punches it over and over.
Jordan ~ FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS SHIT?! ~
He kicks the brake petal and the car spins to a screeching halt in the middle of the road. He lays his head on the steering wheel and begins to sob. He back heaves up and down with each short breath. He sits back up, tears running down his face, and lays his head on the red leather head-rest. He coughs, then punches the steering wheel. He reaches under the seat and pulls out a brown paper bag and raises it to his mouth. A gulping sound is heard, then he lowers the bag again. He throws the bag into the sear beside him, and pulls out a cigarette and just looks at it. It lights, and he takes a long drag from it, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. It drifts out the window. He throws the cigarette out the window and kicks the acceleration petal, yanking the steering wheel to the right. The tires screech and the car straightens up on the road. The engine can be heard working harder and harder until the thing just starts to sound like it's going to explode. He begins to sob again, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes. The engine suddenly cuts and the tires lock. The car begins to spin, hits the dirt and rolls violently onto it's roof. Jordan screams with pain, anger and hate at the same time as his leg is wrenched backward by a piece of metal protruding through the car. The car settles in a cloud of dust. He falls onto his neck, then rolls onto his side. He pulls himself out through the cars shattered window. He hops up onto his one good foot, and turns to look at his once brand new 1970 Mustang. It's destroyed, just like his life. He reaches under his black dress-shirt and pulls out a NP - 27 and fires it at the heap on metal. He screams again with pure hatred. He fires again, and this time hits his mark. The car explodes into the sky. Flames shoot everywhere. A ball of fire and smoke shoots into the sky. He laughs manically. He turns and limps toward the road. The crackling of the flames is immensely loud. He screams again.
Jordan ~ What the hell am I doing?! She's not worth this. None of them are worth this. Nothing is worth this. All I'm doing is FUCKING myself up so bad that nothing matters. ~
He laughs, looking at the gun. He talks in almost a mocking tone.
Jordan ~ How ironic, I'm the one against guns, and now I die to one. ~
He raises the gun to his head, and is about to pull the trigger when his legs collapse and he hits the ground with a thud. His gun bounces out of his reach. He begins to sob again as he lays on the side of the road, beaten, bruised and fucked up.
[OOC: Anyone wanna help the poor fucker ? ]
~ .. just one of those days,
where you learn to fly ..
WITH THOSE BROKEN WINGS! ~
Jordan peals one of his hands off the steering wheel long enough to punch the radio so hard the CD stops. He punches it over and over.
Jordan ~ FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS SHIT?! ~
He kicks the brake petal and the car spins to a screeching halt in the middle of the road. He lays his head on the steering wheel and begins to sob. He back heaves up and down with each short breath. He sits back up, tears running down his face, and lays his head on the red leather head-rest. He coughs, then punches the steering wheel. He reaches under the seat and pulls out a brown paper bag and raises it to his mouth. A gulping sound is heard, then he lowers the bag again. He throws the bag into the sear beside him, and pulls out a cigarette and just looks at it. It lights, and he takes a long drag from it, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. It drifts out the window. He throws the cigarette out the window and kicks the acceleration petal, yanking the steering wheel to the right. The tires screech and the car straightens up on the road. The engine can be heard working harder and harder until the thing just starts to sound like it's going to explode. He begins to sob again, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes. The engine suddenly cuts and the tires lock. The car begins to spin, hits the dirt and rolls violently onto it's roof. Jordan screams with pain, anger and hate at the same time as his leg is wrenched backward by a piece of metal protruding through the car. The car settles in a cloud of dust. He falls onto his neck, then rolls onto his side. He pulls himself out through the cars shattered window. He hops up onto his one good foot, and turns to look at his once brand new 1970 Mustang. It's destroyed, just like his life. He reaches under his black dress-shirt and pulls out a NP - 27 and fires it at the heap on metal. He screams again with pure hatred. He fires again, and this time hits his mark. The car explodes into the sky. Flames shoot everywhere. A ball of fire and smoke shoots into the sky. He laughs manically. He turns and limps toward the road. The crackling of the flames is immensely loud. He screams again.
Jordan ~ What the hell am I doing?! She's not worth this. None of them are worth this. Nothing is worth this. All I'm doing is FUCKING myself up so bad that nothing matters. ~
He laughs, looking at the gun. He talks in almost a mocking tone.
Jordan ~ How ironic, I'm the one against guns, and now I die to one. ~
He raises the gun to his head, and is about to pull the trigger when his legs collapse and he hits the ground with a thud. His gun bounces out of his reach. He begins to sob again as he lays on the side of the road, beaten, bruised and fucked up.
[OOC: Anyone wanna help the poor fucker ? ]
