Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Apr 7, 2007 12:59:53 GMT -5
| We take sour sips .. |
It has begun. The takeover to end all takeovers. And it began, as always .. in 'the' room.
The shutters were closed, blocking out the early morning light from the bright orb we call the sun. The room would have been pitch black, if it were not for the flames which leaped in the limestone fireplace.
The fire cast a red-orange glow upon all which was in the room. The paintings, the walls and the people. Well .. person.
It was 'he' .. the man who had risen The Darkness from the depths of it's eternal rest. But now, The Darkness reigned once more, as it had done billions of years before.
But enough of that, now to get to the point. We will leave that for another time .. a more appropriate time. Now .. we have to attend to the matters which were at hand. 'Him' .. and his opposer's.
'He' sat there in his black leather sofa-chair, calmly swirling the red wine around and around in the shimmering crystal wine glass which 'he' held loosely between his thumb and first two fingers. The liquid sloshed around within the glass, reflecting the light from the flames beautifully. 'He' watched this .. and was amused.
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass' eyes sparkled wonderfully, bringing life to they grey orbs which were set in his head. His unblinking gaze ran through the blood-like substance and to the flames on the other side. He studied them with such an intensity it seemed as if the glass would shatter.
Finally, he blinked, refreshing the spheres which granted him sight with water. Yet .. he continued to gaze through the crystal, through the wine, into the fire inside the limestone fireplace. It seemed as if he was waiting for something to happen, but what he was waiting for was unknown to you.
His lips parted, and a whisper resounded across the room.
Jordan ~ Now ..
Suddenly, the flames jumped several feet into the air. They leaped from the fire place, running over the hard-wood floor .. but amazingly, they did not catch. Not a inch of that reflective flooring caught fire. Jordan smiled, his teeth glistening with the aid of the light from the fire.
His lips parted again, his voice rung like thunder.
Jordan ~ Cease ..
.. and the flames died, receding back into the fireplace, as if nothing had happened. Jordan's smile grew, revealing more of the diamond-like objects inside his mouth.
He tipped the wine glass to his lips, gracing them with the soothing feel of the wine. It trickled over his lips, into his mouth, over his tongue and down his throat, refreshing it quickly. He released a sigh of relief from his lungs as the wine left his throat.
He looks around the room, admiring his accomplishments. In less about two months he has become something he never though he'd be. He's someone. He actually is a valued part of something, and he has people to share his success with. It was a good feeling, and one he wasn't used to.
He takes another sip from the shimmering glass of red wine, savoring the delicious taste of the liquid, then places the glass on the table which sits beside his chair, as per usual. He then turns his head toward the camera, his eyes drilling deep into you.
You can feel him as if he is inside you, searching for something that he wants. Searching for something that you do not have, but he will continue to search until he finds what he wants. You feel helpless at the grasp of his gaze. He smiles again, chuckling slightly. Once again, he parts his smooth moist lips to address all who will listen.
Jordan ~ This is the way of the King. He who is the King rules over all, and I .. I am the King of The Darkness.
You are now thinking 'Who is this man, self-proclaiming himself a king?' No, it is not self-proclamation. The Darkness came to me, and dubbed me the King.
This is the first time I have spoken of the encounter with The Darkness. I haven't told Jake, I haven't even told my Seraphina, but now I have decided it is time to make it known .. I am the rising ruler of The Darkness.
Jordan leans forward, and his hair drapes down over his left eye, hiding it behind the wall of tangled black strands. His golden necklace dangles down around his neck, overlapping his black collar, which was part of his black button-up shirt.
He placed his elbows on his knees, which were covered by a pair of black jeans, and folded his hands. On his ring finger was that ring. The golden band with the blood red ruby in the center. He smiles devilishly as he continues to stare into the camera.
Jordan ~ You see, Corporal, you are but my underling. I rule over you and all that which you stand for, hence you will fall to me. You will answer my every beckon and call when I am finished with you. Eventually you will not be able to stand up to me .. hell, pretty soon you won't be able to stand, period.
Jordan chuckles, humoring himself.
Jordan ~ Mr. Freely, I have to warn you, I am no normal man, in or out of the ring. I never have been .. normal, as such. I've always had something .. different, for lack of a better word, about me. Everyone has always told me that .. in fact, someone told me that yesterday at lunch.
I figured I'd warn you, Ignacious. I do not underestimate you .. that was a lack of judgment, and I apologize. I am trying to become less of a person who jumps the gun. So .. here I am .. apologizing to the likes of you.
Jordan shakes his head, as if he is clearing his mind.
Jordan ~ Sorry, I did it again.
Anyways, I have to wrap this up. I have a business meeting to attend to. I've been quite a busy man of late.
He chuckles again, reaching over slowly toward the wine glass, grasping it between it thumb and first two fingers once again. He looks at it, then smiles, raising the glass.
Jordan ~ Cheers Ignacious, to a great match at Side Effect.
He tips the glass to his lips, letting the cool, soothing liquid run down his throat. When it is drained dry, he throws the glass at the floor, smashing it to millions of tiny pieces.
Jordan ~ Glass will cut you, Corporal. You better watch your step.
Jordan gets up and walks out the open door, slamming the wood separator behind him. You are left in the room, alone. Suddenly, the fire dies. You're left in the blackness.
| .. from life's lush lips. |
It has begun. The takeover to end all takeovers. And it began, as always .. in 'the' room.
The shutters were closed, blocking out the early morning light from the bright orb we call the sun. The room would have been pitch black, if it were not for the flames which leaped in the limestone fireplace.
The fire cast a red-orange glow upon all which was in the room. The paintings, the walls and the people. Well .. person.
It was 'he' .. the man who had risen The Darkness from the depths of it's eternal rest. But now, The Darkness reigned once more, as it had done billions of years before.
But enough of that, now to get to the point. We will leave that for another time .. a more appropriate time. Now .. we have to attend to the matters which were at hand. 'Him' .. and his opposer's.
'He' sat there in his black leather sofa-chair, calmly swirling the red wine around and around in the shimmering crystal wine glass which 'he' held loosely between his thumb and first two fingers. The liquid sloshed around within the glass, reflecting the light from the flames beautifully. 'He' watched this .. and was amused.
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass' eyes sparkled wonderfully, bringing life to they grey orbs which were set in his head. His unblinking gaze ran through the blood-like substance and to the flames on the other side. He studied them with such an intensity it seemed as if the glass would shatter.
Finally, he blinked, refreshing the spheres which granted him sight with water. Yet .. he continued to gaze through the crystal, through the wine, into the fire inside the limestone fireplace. It seemed as if he was waiting for something to happen, but what he was waiting for was unknown to you.
His lips parted, and a whisper resounded across the room.
Jordan ~ Now ..
Suddenly, the flames jumped several feet into the air. They leaped from the fire place, running over the hard-wood floor .. but amazingly, they did not catch. Not a inch of that reflective flooring caught fire. Jordan smiled, his teeth glistening with the aid of the light from the fire.
His lips parted again, his voice rung like thunder.
Jordan ~ Cease ..
.. and the flames died, receding back into the fireplace, as if nothing had happened. Jordan's smile grew, revealing more of the diamond-like objects inside his mouth.
He tipped the wine glass to his lips, gracing them with the soothing feel of the wine. It trickled over his lips, into his mouth, over his tongue and down his throat, refreshing it quickly. He released a sigh of relief from his lungs as the wine left his throat.
He looks around the room, admiring his accomplishments. In less about two months he has become something he never though he'd be. He's someone. He actually is a valued part of something, and he has people to share his success with. It was a good feeling, and one he wasn't used to.
He takes another sip from the shimmering glass of red wine, savoring the delicious taste of the liquid, then places the glass on the table which sits beside his chair, as per usual. He then turns his head toward the camera, his eyes drilling deep into you.
You can feel him as if he is inside you, searching for something that he wants. Searching for something that you do not have, but he will continue to search until he finds what he wants. You feel helpless at the grasp of his gaze. He smiles again, chuckling slightly. Once again, he parts his smooth moist lips to address all who will listen.
Jordan ~ This is the way of the King. He who is the King rules over all, and I .. I am the King of The Darkness.
You are now thinking 'Who is this man, self-proclaiming himself a king?' No, it is not self-proclamation. The Darkness came to me, and dubbed me the King.
This is the first time I have spoken of the encounter with The Darkness. I haven't told Jake, I haven't even told my Seraphina, but now I have decided it is time to make it known .. I am the rising ruler of The Darkness.
Jordan leans forward, and his hair drapes down over his left eye, hiding it behind the wall of tangled black strands. His golden necklace dangles down around his neck, overlapping his black collar, which was part of his black button-up shirt.
He placed his elbows on his knees, which were covered by a pair of black jeans, and folded his hands. On his ring finger was that ring. The golden band with the blood red ruby in the center. He smiles devilishly as he continues to stare into the camera.
Jordan ~ You see, Corporal, you are but my underling. I rule over you and all that which you stand for, hence you will fall to me. You will answer my every beckon and call when I am finished with you. Eventually you will not be able to stand up to me .. hell, pretty soon you won't be able to stand, period.
Jordan chuckles, humoring himself.
Jordan ~ Mr. Freely, I have to warn you, I am no normal man, in or out of the ring. I never have been .. normal, as such. I've always had something .. different, for lack of a better word, about me. Everyone has always told me that .. in fact, someone told me that yesterday at lunch.
I figured I'd warn you, Ignacious. I do not underestimate you .. that was a lack of judgment, and I apologize. I am trying to become less of a person who jumps the gun. So .. here I am .. apologizing to the likes of you.
Jordan shakes his head, as if he is clearing his mind.
Jordan ~ Sorry, I did it again.
Anyways, I have to wrap this up. I have a business meeting to attend to. I've been quite a busy man of late.
He chuckles again, reaching over slowly toward the wine glass, grasping it between it thumb and first two fingers once again. He looks at it, then smiles, raising the glass.
Jordan ~ Cheers Ignacious, to a great match at Side Effect.
He tips the glass to his lips, letting the cool, soothing liquid run down his throat. When it is drained dry, he throws the glass at the floor, smashing it to millions of tiny pieces.
Jordan ~ Glass will cut you, Corporal. You better watch your step.
Jordan gets up and walks out the open door, slamming the wood separator behind him. You are left in the room, alone. Suddenly, the fire dies. You're left in the blackness.
| .. from life's lush lips. |
