Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 24, 2007 12:36:30 GMT -5
| Keep an eye out for God, he could be anywhere .. |
You can hear the faint sound of Ritalin's voice in the distance as your screen comes to life with the scene of a hallway. A very long hallway, I might add. Its walls were decorated beautifully with white paint, and weaving in and out on top of the white paint were lines of metallic gold paint. The lines made their way up the wall from the floor, and disappeared at the ceiling.
The camera continues to move slowly down the shining wood-floored hallway, the sound of Prozac's voice could also be heard, getting louder and louder as the camera moved forward. Then you could hear Ritalin again. The camera turns, and enters 'that' room.
The room which held the limestone fireplace and the red leather sofa-chair. Also, which you did not see the last time you were in this room, were lovely paintings lining the walls. Masses of color and movement caught on the canvas. It was beautiful.
Beside the red leather sofa-chair, was now a red leather sofa, and a black leather sofa-chair. Placed in front of the chairs was a large, wide-screen, flat-screen television, which was playing the most recent Meds' promotional segment. In the black leather chair sat 'him', the man that would be the end of the Meds, with the help of Jake Xavier.
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass sat there, wearing his usual black jeans and Reeboks, but he had on a white long-sleeve button-up shirt with a black tie. Over his shirt was a black blazer that had a purple-ish tint to it whenever the light struck it on a certain angle. Although he was seemingly dressed-up, his hair was still a tangled fray of strands atop his head.
In his right hand was a glistening wine glass with sparkling red wine splotching around within its perfect form. His left hand, as it was last time, supported his head with his elbow on the arm of the chair.
He was watching the television with a look of .. well, really, it was indistinguishable the way he was feeling. His dead-grey eyes were just locked on the screen. He didn't blink. He didn't flinch. He made no movement of any kind as he listened attentively to every word that came from the television.
Ritalin ~ Bro, really. You should know facts before talking crap. Makes you sound like less of a moron. Oh and you wanted to face me in a street fight? Jake, I’ll fight you in a street fight. Hell, I’ll fight you in the street, I’ll fight you on a boat, inside a goat, in a car, in a bar. Over there, in the air. Oh boy, I love my green eggs and Meds
As Bert and Robert walked off the screen, Jordan reached out with his left hand and grabbed the remote off the side table beside him and clicked the red button labeled 'POWER' at the top of it. The television switched off, and Jordan lay the remote back down onto the table.
He took a deep breath, then let out a deep sigh. He took a swig of the red wine, then closed his eyes and put his head back onto the back of the chair. He remained like this for a second before he put his head back upright, and lay his glass of wine on the table beside the remote before turning to face the camera.
Jordan ~ Ritty, Ritty, Ritty. Poor old Ritty. Do you actually think telling the fans your sob story is going to win them over? Oh, and calling us .. what was it ? .. oh yes, "emo bitches" won't help either. There is no point in insulting us, because in the end, Jake Xavier and Jordan Glass will be named the victors of our little battle we have going. I have been training for the last ten years for this opportunity, and I'm not going to let it be taken from me by the likes of you two. It's not worth getting worked up over, because even if you two had four more men with you, Jake and I would still rule the ring. My perfect record will not be tarnished by you or Prozac.
Jordan brushes the tangled fray of hair back out of his face, revealing his two grey eyes, opposed to the one that was already visible. He smiles, showing his pearly white teeth. He places an elbow on each side of the chair, folding his hands in front of his face. He laughs slightly.
Jordan ~ Prozac .. what can I say to you besides that there is no doubt that Jake and I will win at Side Effect, and then I will go on to beat you at A Fool's Revenge? I don't know what else I can say .. maybe that you are an idiot? Yes, that would be fitting. You are an idiot. An idiot for ever thinking that you could live up to me and my ability. An idiot for ever thinking that you and your 'brother from another mother' could beat me and my partner. An idiot for ever coming into this federation, the great XVI. I will topple you over like the twin towers. If I were you, I'd run while I still had feeling in my legs.
The reason I put it like that is because I forgot to mention that after Tim and I had our match, and I hit him with the Spear, which is now the Shard's Of Glass, he lost all feeling from his chest down. THAT, my friend, is what made me as ruthless as I am today, and how ruthless I will be at both Side Effect and A Fool's Revenge. All I can say is .. farewell.
Jordan reaches over with his left hand and grabs his wine glass harshly and then gulps down what is left of the red, blood looking substance. He throws the glass across the room, and it shatters on the limestone in the fireplace.
He stands and turns to walk out the door, but just as he does, a ringing sound is heard. He reaches inside his blazer and pulls out his red Motorola Razr and flips it open. He smiles when he reads the caller ID. He presses the green button and raises the phone to his ear.
Jordan ~ Hello. -- You're ready? -- Oh, okay. Well I'll be there in about twenty minutes. -- Yes, twenty minutes. -- I know. It's a shame that we happen to live on opposite sides of town. -- Okay, be there shortly.
First you assume this is a business call, but then ..
Jordan ~ Yes, I love you too honey. I missed you.
.. Jordan says with a smile on his face.
Jordan ~ Okay. See you soon. -- Bye.
Jordan flips the phone closed and replaces it inside his blazer. He turns to the camera with a smile carved from ear to ear on his face. For the first time, you can see the twinkle of pure joy in his eyes.
Jordan ~ Time to do some .. uhm .. 'business'. Rob, Bert .. good luck.
Jordan turns and walks out the door, still smiling. Your screen goes fuzzy, then static cuts in. You switch it off, left with more questions, once again. Who was Jordan talking to? Does it have anything to do with 'The Darkness' he spoke of previously? Who knows?
| .. but take a drink, because he isn't here yet. |
You can hear the faint sound of Ritalin's voice in the distance as your screen comes to life with the scene of a hallway. A very long hallway, I might add. Its walls were decorated beautifully with white paint, and weaving in and out on top of the white paint were lines of metallic gold paint. The lines made their way up the wall from the floor, and disappeared at the ceiling.
The camera continues to move slowly down the shining wood-floored hallway, the sound of Prozac's voice could also be heard, getting louder and louder as the camera moved forward. Then you could hear Ritalin again. The camera turns, and enters 'that' room.
The room which held the limestone fireplace and the red leather sofa-chair. Also, which you did not see the last time you were in this room, were lovely paintings lining the walls. Masses of color and movement caught on the canvas. It was beautiful.
Beside the red leather sofa-chair, was now a red leather sofa, and a black leather sofa-chair. Placed in front of the chairs was a large, wide-screen, flat-screen television, which was playing the most recent Meds' promotional segment. In the black leather chair sat 'him', the man that would be the end of the Meds, with the help of Jake Xavier.
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass sat there, wearing his usual black jeans and Reeboks, but he had on a white long-sleeve button-up shirt with a black tie. Over his shirt was a black blazer that had a purple-ish tint to it whenever the light struck it on a certain angle. Although he was seemingly dressed-up, his hair was still a tangled fray of strands atop his head.
In his right hand was a glistening wine glass with sparkling red wine splotching around within its perfect form. His left hand, as it was last time, supported his head with his elbow on the arm of the chair.
He was watching the television with a look of .. well, really, it was indistinguishable the way he was feeling. His dead-grey eyes were just locked on the screen. He didn't blink. He didn't flinch. He made no movement of any kind as he listened attentively to every word that came from the television.
Ritalin ~ Bro, really. You should know facts before talking crap. Makes you sound like less of a moron. Oh and you wanted to face me in a street fight? Jake, I’ll fight you in a street fight. Hell, I’ll fight you in the street, I’ll fight you on a boat, inside a goat, in a car, in a bar. Over there, in the air. Oh boy, I love my green eggs and Meds
As Bert and Robert walked off the screen, Jordan reached out with his left hand and grabbed the remote off the side table beside him and clicked the red button labeled 'POWER' at the top of it. The television switched off, and Jordan lay the remote back down onto the table.
He took a deep breath, then let out a deep sigh. He took a swig of the red wine, then closed his eyes and put his head back onto the back of the chair. He remained like this for a second before he put his head back upright, and lay his glass of wine on the table beside the remote before turning to face the camera.
Jordan ~ Ritty, Ritty, Ritty. Poor old Ritty. Do you actually think telling the fans your sob story is going to win them over? Oh, and calling us .. what was it ? .. oh yes, "emo bitches" won't help either. There is no point in insulting us, because in the end, Jake Xavier and Jordan Glass will be named the victors of our little battle we have going. I have been training for the last ten years for this opportunity, and I'm not going to let it be taken from me by the likes of you two. It's not worth getting worked up over, because even if you two had four more men with you, Jake and I would still rule the ring. My perfect record will not be tarnished by you or Prozac.
Jordan brushes the tangled fray of hair back out of his face, revealing his two grey eyes, opposed to the one that was already visible. He smiles, showing his pearly white teeth. He places an elbow on each side of the chair, folding his hands in front of his face. He laughs slightly.
Jordan ~ Prozac .. what can I say to you besides that there is no doubt that Jake and I will win at Side Effect, and then I will go on to beat you at A Fool's Revenge? I don't know what else I can say .. maybe that you are an idiot? Yes, that would be fitting. You are an idiot. An idiot for ever thinking that you could live up to me and my ability. An idiot for ever thinking that you and your 'brother from another mother' could beat me and my partner. An idiot for ever coming into this federation, the great XVI. I will topple you over like the twin towers. If I were you, I'd run while I still had feeling in my legs.
The reason I put it like that is because I forgot to mention that after Tim and I had our match, and I hit him with the Spear, which is now the Shard's Of Glass, he lost all feeling from his chest down. THAT, my friend, is what made me as ruthless as I am today, and how ruthless I will be at both Side Effect and A Fool's Revenge. All I can say is .. farewell.
Jordan reaches over with his left hand and grabs his wine glass harshly and then gulps down what is left of the red, blood looking substance. He throws the glass across the room, and it shatters on the limestone in the fireplace.
He stands and turns to walk out the door, but just as he does, a ringing sound is heard. He reaches inside his blazer and pulls out his red Motorola Razr and flips it open. He smiles when he reads the caller ID. He presses the green button and raises the phone to his ear.
Jordan ~ Hello. -- You're ready? -- Oh, okay. Well I'll be there in about twenty minutes. -- Yes, twenty minutes. -- I know. It's a shame that we happen to live on opposite sides of town. -- Okay, be there shortly.
First you assume this is a business call, but then ..
Jordan ~ Yes, I love you too honey. I missed you.
.. Jordan says with a smile on his face.
Jordan ~ Okay. See you soon. -- Bye.
Jordan flips the phone closed and replaces it inside his blazer. He turns to the camera with a smile carved from ear to ear on his face. For the first time, you can see the twinkle of pure joy in his eyes.
Jordan ~ Time to do some .. uhm .. 'business'. Rob, Bert .. good luck.
Jordan turns and walks out the door, still smiling. Your screen goes fuzzy, then static cuts in. You switch it off, left with more questions, once again. Who was Jordan talking to? Does it have anything to do with 'The Darkness' he spoke of previously? Who knows?
| .. but take a drink, because he isn't here yet. |
