Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Jun 15, 2007 21:52:00 GMT -5
[ OOC: If you don't understand this roleplay, go read my short bio in my profile. ]
This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
He's a stranger to some,
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one.
For a fortune he'd quit,
But it's hard to admit.
How it ends and begins.
On his face is a map of the world.
On his face is a map of the world.
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him,
But he doesn't want to read the message here.
On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of sin.
Through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turn.
From council of one,
He'll decide when he's done with the innocent.
On his face is a map of the world.
On his face is a map of the world.
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message,
He doesn't want to read the message,
Doesn't want to read the message here.
On his face is a map of the world
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
But he doesn't want to read the message here.
But he doesn't want to read the message here.
But he doesn't want to read the message here.
'From Yesterday - 30 Seconds To Mars'
---
They were watching him again, like they always did at this time. He didn't actually know what time it was anymore, all he knew was this was when they had always shown up to 'observe'. Oh, how he wished that he could be free. Then he'd rip them all, every last one of them, limb by limb and make a nice fire from their mutilated, bloody remains.
How that thought made him smile inside .. but he didn't smile on the outside anymore. He didn't even know if he could if he wanted. After all the drug tested, dehydration and starvation tests, injections and physically impossible tasks they put him through day in and day out .. he didn't know what he had left anymore.
What they were doing here, this program, was inhuman and it needed to be stopped. What he was going to do when he finally escaped .. well, that was going to be damn well justified.
They had caused enough pain and suffering to people, who knows how many. He knew though, he was the only one left from the original ten. He was the only one who had survived the injections of whatever-the-fuck it was they were pumping into him once a day.
Then, he saw his chance. In came the one with the black napkin tucked into the breast pocket of his lab coat with his daily injection. For the first time in three days .. he moved. He glanced up at the man, and smirked. The man's face went white as snow and he turned to run.
Him ~ Too late ..
.. he whispered as he leaped a good eight feet into the air from his crouched position in the corner. He landed hard on the man's back, pinning him down onto the floor. He begins to rip at the back of the man's neck with his long, unkept nails, digging into the flesh and ripping it from the man's body.
As the blood oozed from the gashes in the man's neck, he slowly rose back to his feet. He noticed now, the door was closing. In a split second he was through the door and outside. As he ran by, one of the security officers leaped out in front of him, but with a swipe of his arm, the officer was thrown up against the wall.
As he sped through the corridors, the loudspeaker came on.
LoudSpeaker ~ CODE RED, LEVEL FIVE. BREACH ON FLOOR SEVEN. ALL GUARDS ON LOOK OUT.
He laughs.
Him ~ Imbeciles .. by the time they know what they've gotten into, I'll be out of here.
He rounds a corner and dashes past a guard, who doesn't even notice that he passed him. He continues to dash around corners and speed down corridors until he comes to a flight of stairs. They are in the shape of a spiral, so there is a hole in the centre. He stops, looking straight up the centre. He smiles.
Him ~ This should be fun ..
Suddenly, he throttles into the air almost ten feet, then grabs the railing on one side of the stairs and propels himself another five or six feet up. He grabs the next railing and does the same. This continues until he gets to the top and leaps over the railing onto the top floor of the facility.
He smirks, looking at the door that sits in front of him. He gazes at his door to freedom ..
.. but then there's a feminine voice, saying something .. far away.
---
Alyssa ~ .. ordan? Jordan, you awake?
Jordan rolls over in his bed. He looks around, confused.
Alyssa ~ You alright babes?
He looks down beside him. There is the blonde headed beauty that which he has the liberty to be able to call his better half. He smiles at her, kissing the top of her head lightly.
Jordan ~ Yeah, just a weird dream .. at least, I think it was a dream. It seemed so .. so .. real? Like a relived memory or something.
Alyssa smiles, pressing herself close against Jordan's firm upper body. She yawns.
Alyssa ~ Tell me in the morning hun, it's three thirty AM and we have a busy day tomorrow.
Jordan smiles, holding Alyssa close.
Jordan ~ Alright. Night.
Alyssa just makes a noise of affirmation as she snuggles into Jordan. He begins to think about the dream .. or whatever that was. He begins to drift away, hopefully into a peaceful sleep ..
---
A light shines backward, and no matter how hard you try ..
.. it won't change directions.
[End Scene]
[ OOC: Comments and criticism are welcome .. and I realize this is close to X's backstory, but you see .. I had a backstory written for a character before I joined XVI, and this is basically the beginning of it. I had to use it, it was just too good to give up. Sorry if I seem as if I'm stealing your thing X. ]
This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
He's a stranger to some,
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one.
For a fortune he'd quit,
But it's hard to admit.
How it ends and begins.
On his face is a map of the world.
On his face is a map of the world.
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him,
But he doesn't want to read the message here.
On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of sin.
Through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turn.
From council of one,
He'll decide when he's done with the innocent.
On his face is a map of the world.
On his face is a map of the world.
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message,
He doesn't want to read the message,
Doesn't want to read the message here.
On his face is a map of the world
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
But he doesn't want to read the message here.
But he doesn't want to read the message here.
But he doesn't want to read the message here.
'From Yesterday - 30 Seconds To Mars'
---
They were watching him again, like they always did at this time. He didn't actually know what time it was anymore, all he knew was this was when they had always shown up to 'observe'. Oh, how he wished that he could be free. Then he'd rip them all, every last one of them, limb by limb and make a nice fire from their mutilated, bloody remains.
How that thought made him smile inside .. but he didn't smile on the outside anymore. He didn't even know if he could if he wanted. After all the drug tested, dehydration and starvation tests, injections and physically impossible tasks they put him through day in and day out .. he didn't know what he had left anymore.
What they were doing here, this program, was inhuman and it needed to be stopped. What he was going to do when he finally escaped .. well, that was going to be damn well justified.
They had caused enough pain and suffering to people, who knows how many. He knew though, he was the only one left from the original ten. He was the only one who had survived the injections of whatever-the-fuck it was they were pumping into him once a day.
Then, he saw his chance. In came the one with the black napkin tucked into the breast pocket of his lab coat with his daily injection. For the first time in three days .. he moved. He glanced up at the man, and smirked. The man's face went white as snow and he turned to run.
Him ~ Too late ..
.. he whispered as he leaped a good eight feet into the air from his crouched position in the corner. He landed hard on the man's back, pinning him down onto the floor. He begins to rip at the back of the man's neck with his long, unkept nails, digging into the flesh and ripping it from the man's body.
As the blood oozed from the gashes in the man's neck, he slowly rose back to his feet. He noticed now, the door was closing. In a split second he was through the door and outside. As he ran by, one of the security officers leaped out in front of him, but with a swipe of his arm, the officer was thrown up against the wall.
As he sped through the corridors, the loudspeaker came on.
LoudSpeaker ~ CODE RED, LEVEL FIVE. BREACH ON FLOOR SEVEN. ALL GUARDS ON LOOK OUT.
He laughs.
Him ~ Imbeciles .. by the time they know what they've gotten into, I'll be out of here.
He rounds a corner and dashes past a guard, who doesn't even notice that he passed him. He continues to dash around corners and speed down corridors until he comes to a flight of stairs. They are in the shape of a spiral, so there is a hole in the centre. He stops, looking straight up the centre. He smiles.
Him ~ This should be fun ..
Suddenly, he throttles into the air almost ten feet, then grabs the railing on one side of the stairs and propels himself another five or six feet up. He grabs the next railing and does the same. This continues until he gets to the top and leaps over the railing onto the top floor of the facility.
He smirks, looking at the door that sits in front of him. He gazes at his door to freedom ..
.. but then there's a feminine voice, saying something .. far away.
---
Alyssa ~ .. ordan? Jordan, you awake?
Jordan rolls over in his bed. He looks around, confused.
Alyssa ~ You alright babes?
He looks down beside him. There is the blonde headed beauty that which he has the liberty to be able to call his better half. He smiles at her, kissing the top of her head lightly.
Jordan ~ Yeah, just a weird dream .. at least, I think it was a dream. It seemed so .. so .. real? Like a relived memory or something.
Alyssa smiles, pressing herself close against Jordan's firm upper body. She yawns.
Alyssa ~ Tell me in the morning hun, it's three thirty AM and we have a busy day tomorrow.
Jordan smiles, holding Alyssa close.
Jordan ~ Alright. Night.
Alyssa just makes a noise of affirmation as she snuggles into Jordan. He begins to think about the dream .. or whatever that was. He begins to drift away, hopefully into a peaceful sleep ..
---
A light shines backward, and no matter how hard you try ..
.. it won't change directions.
[End Scene]
[ OOC: Comments and criticism are welcome .. and I realize this is close to X's backstory, but you see .. I had a backstory written for a character before I joined XVI, and this is basically the beginning of it. I had to use it, it was just too good to give up. Sorry if I seem as if I'm stealing your thing X. ]
