Post by "The New Era Icon" David Calaz on Feb 16, 2007 12:58:03 GMT -5
The scene opens on a lit cigarette hanging out the end of an ashtray , the cigarette slowly burns down, a drop of grey ash falls bluntly into the awaiting ashtray, as a hand picks up the cigarette and stamps it out, the camera slowly follows the arm up to his face, a face half hidden by a black hood, all that can be seen is a nose and a mouth, a sinister grin spreads across the face, and a slight chuckle can be heard coming from the hooded figure. The camera moves backwards and reveals the rest of the figure he is sitting in the corner of a dark, damp room, legs crossed, arm out still stumping the cigarette out, he drops the cigarette into the ashtray and moves both his arms up to his head, slowly removing the hood to reveal the rest of his face. His long black hair covers one eye, while the other is wide open, he has a blank expression on his face it looks like he is staring straight through the camera as if not realising its even there. His eyes look dark bags have formed underneath them, obviously from a severe lack of sleep, he places his hands on his thighs and then seems to focus on the camera, now realising it is there he laughs once again and in a soft quite tone he begins to speak.
In my life I have done wrong, I have destroyed lives, I have destroyed possessions, just like a cigarette I suppose, just one cigarette could kill hundreds of people, think about it; Man wakes up in the morning and has a cigarette, he thinks nothing of it until his child, his own flesh and blood, starts coughing, wheezing, finding it difficult to breathe, and why?
Calaz holds his head into his hands, beginning to sound slightly upset about what he is saying, he takes a deep breathe in and the blows it all out slowly, trying to calm himself down, he gets himself back together after taking a few seconds to do this he continues in the same soft manner still holding his head in his hands.
Because of the cigarette, because the smoke from this cigarette has affected the child, its got into the child’s respiratory system, into the child’s lungs, that cigarette is slowly killing the mans child, and he seems oblivious to it, every morning he wakes up he smokes another cigarette slowly killing the people around him, the people he loves
Calaz slowly lifts up his head, and caresses a hand through his thick black hair, once again he gathers his breathe, taking slow, deep breathes in and out, he lowers his hand and carries on speaking softly as always looking directly into the camera
Or take another example; Man is sitting in his comfy little armchair at night, its getting late and there’s nothing on the T.V. he lights a cigarette and slowly smokes away, but then feels drowsy, he nods off to sleep thinking nothing of it, still with cigarette in hand, the cigarette falls, his comfy little armchair catches fire, he along with everything in his house dies, not only the people living there but the memories that the house holds…
Calaz throws a wild hand at the ashtray knocking it across the room and it can be heard smashing, he brings his arms up to his head and clings onto his hair almost as if he is ready to rip it out, his breathing becomes heavier, he is trying to calm himself down but as he speaks he is becoming more angry, as he continues his tone has gone from a soft one to a more faster worried tone
…or that cigarette the one he smokes in the morning the one he smokes at night, the however many he smokes during the day finally catches up to him, he becomes sick, he goes to see a doctor, the unfortunate doctor that has to give the man the news that no one wants to here, the news that the man is dying, the man has cancer a disease where only few survive, the doctor warns the man that if he doesn’t give up his habit he will surely die
Calaz raises his hands once again to his head he looks up to the sky and covers his face, trying to hide his emotions, after another few long, deep breathes and a few seconds of calming down he returns to the soft tone in which he started to talk in
It upsets me you know, it genuinely does, knowing how stupid people can be, how people can basically inject themselves with poison knowing it is harming them, but not doing anything to stop it, but you know what upsets me the most? The thing that upsets me the most is me, me knowing that I’m just like a cigarette, knowing that I’m just like a cancer, it upsets me knowing that I can destroy someone so easily and they can be powerless to resist, I am overpowering, I am devastating and I can damage people, damage people in an unthinkable way…and that is what upsets me
He lowers his head moves his hands up to it and nestles his head into the comfort of his palms, he strokes his hands through his hair looking up at the camera, he then lowers his arms and places them once again on his thighs he yawns, slowly taking in a deep breathe and the breathing out a huge sigh, after a few more seconds and after some more heavy breathing he continues, once again speaking so soft it becomes difficult to hear what he is saying
I don’t sleep at night thinking about this, thinking about the harm I cause people, when I step into the squares circle and I destroy another man, just like a cigarette it doesn’t just affect him, but people around him, loved ones, family, friends…Lifty is still in hospital from the beating I gave him all but two weeks ago, that hasn’t just affected him, but his parents, his wife his children, everyone around him, and I caused that
Calaz looks directly into the camera he know slows down his breathing and it becomes more steady, he lifts his right hand and points his index finger at himself, he begins to point at himself slowly, over and over again
You see the problem with me is, just like the cigarette, I can’t help but destroy people, I cant help but hurt people…
He than moves his finger away from himself and turns it to the camera pointing straight into it, his tone becomes louder, almost at a shout
…and Genocide, at Valentines Day Massacre, you are next, you are next on the path of greatness, as I climb you fall, as I achieve you fail, as I live you die, just like the man that wakes up everyday and smokes that cigarette, he is dying, but the doctor, the doctor who tells that man if he will live or die, he lives on. Look at it this way you are the man injecting himself with the poison, that poison is getting into the ring with me, and I… I am the doctor, but I don’t use tests to see if you will live or die, I choose if you will live or die…
He moves his finger back into the palm of his hand and clenches his hand into a fist, he brings his fist down onto the floor, causing a loud bang, he moves his arms up to his head and once again slowly caresses his hair, his fingers weaving through his thick black locks, removing his hands from his head he holds them out to the camera as if he were begging fingers outstretched ready to receive
…It pains me knowing what I will do to you, and knowing you will be hapless to stop me from doing it, I beg you, don’t turn up to the event, that way I have no one to pity, I don’t have another destruction on my hands, I beg you Genocide don’t end up the empty bed next to poor Lifty in the hospital, you know you don’t want that, and I sure as hell don’t, so please don’t make me do it…
He draws his outstretched arms back in once more lowers his head and smothers his face with his hands, returning to the soft tone, the one that he started with he continues
…I can and will hurt you, mentally, physically and emotionally because that Genocide…
Calaz then puts his hood back over his head, concealing his face once more, he sits staring at the ground as the camera leaves the, dark, damp ridden room, that Calaz inhabits, the door closes as the camera makes his way through it, and the camera once again turns its attention towards the familiar sight of the sign on the door, reading “The Den”, the dry paint still in long drips down the wall, giving it the bloody effect, the camera stays focused on the sign for a few seconds before the scene fades to black.
Calaz
In my life I have done wrong, I have destroyed lives, I have destroyed possessions, just like a cigarette I suppose, just one cigarette could kill hundreds of people, think about it; Man wakes up in the morning and has a cigarette, he thinks nothing of it until his child, his own flesh and blood, starts coughing, wheezing, finding it difficult to breathe, and why?
Calaz holds his head into his hands, beginning to sound slightly upset about what he is saying, he takes a deep breathe in and the blows it all out slowly, trying to calm himself down, he gets himself back together after taking a few seconds to do this he continues in the same soft manner still holding his head in his hands.
Calaz
Because of the cigarette, because the smoke from this cigarette has affected the child, its got into the child’s respiratory system, into the child’s lungs, that cigarette is slowly killing the mans child, and he seems oblivious to it, every morning he wakes up he smokes another cigarette slowly killing the people around him, the people he loves
Calaz slowly lifts up his head, and caresses a hand through his thick black hair, once again he gathers his breathe, taking slow, deep breathes in and out, he lowers his hand and carries on speaking softly as always looking directly into the camera
Calaz
Or take another example; Man is sitting in his comfy little armchair at night, its getting late and there’s nothing on the T.V. he lights a cigarette and slowly smokes away, but then feels drowsy, he nods off to sleep thinking nothing of it, still with cigarette in hand, the cigarette falls, his comfy little armchair catches fire, he along with everything in his house dies, not only the people living there but the memories that the house holds…
Calaz throws a wild hand at the ashtray knocking it across the room and it can be heard smashing, he brings his arms up to his head and clings onto his hair almost as if he is ready to rip it out, his breathing becomes heavier, he is trying to calm himself down but as he speaks he is becoming more angry, as he continues his tone has gone from a soft one to a more faster worried tone
Calaz
…or that cigarette the one he smokes in the morning the one he smokes at night, the however many he smokes during the day finally catches up to him, he becomes sick, he goes to see a doctor, the unfortunate doctor that has to give the man the news that no one wants to here, the news that the man is dying, the man has cancer a disease where only few survive, the doctor warns the man that if he doesn’t give up his habit he will surely die
Calaz raises his hands once again to his head he looks up to the sky and covers his face, trying to hide his emotions, after another few long, deep breathes and a few seconds of calming down he returns to the soft tone in which he started to talk in
Calaz
It upsets me you know, it genuinely does, knowing how stupid people can be, how people can basically inject themselves with poison knowing it is harming them, but not doing anything to stop it, but you know what upsets me the most? The thing that upsets me the most is me, me knowing that I’m just like a cigarette, knowing that I’m just like a cancer, it upsets me knowing that I can destroy someone so easily and they can be powerless to resist, I am overpowering, I am devastating and I can damage people, damage people in an unthinkable way…and that is what upsets me
He lowers his head moves his hands up to it and nestles his head into the comfort of his palms, he strokes his hands through his hair looking up at the camera, he then lowers his arms and places them once again on his thighs he yawns, slowly taking in a deep breathe and the breathing out a huge sigh, after a few more seconds and after some more heavy breathing he continues, once again speaking so soft it becomes difficult to hear what he is saying
Calaz
I don’t sleep at night thinking about this, thinking about the harm I cause people, when I step into the squares circle and I destroy another man, just like a cigarette it doesn’t just affect him, but people around him, loved ones, family, friends…Lifty is still in hospital from the beating I gave him all but two weeks ago, that hasn’t just affected him, but his parents, his wife his children, everyone around him, and I caused that
Calaz looks directly into the camera he know slows down his breathing and it becomes more steady, he lifts his right hand and points his index finger at himself, he begins to point at himself slowly, over and over again
Calaz
You see the problem with me is, just like the cigarette, I can’t help but destroy people, I cant help but hurt people…
He than moves his finger away from himself and turns it to the camera pointing straight into it, his tone becomes louder, almost at a shout
Calaz
…and Genocide, at Valentines Day Massacre, you are next, you are next on the path of greatness, as I climb you fall, as I achieve you fail, as I live you die, just like the man that wakes up everyday and smokes that cigarette, he is dying, but the doctor, the doctor who tells that man if he will live or die, he lives on. Look at it this way you are the man injecting himself with the poison, that poison is getting into the ring with me, and I… I am the doctor, but I don’t use tests to see if you will live or die, I choose if you will live or die…
He moves his finger back into the palm of his hand and clenches his hand into a fist, he brings his fist down onto the floor, causing a loud bang, he moves his arms up to his head and once again slowly caresses his hair, his fingers weaving through his thick black locks, removing his hands from his head he holds them out to the camera as if he were begging fingers outstretched ready to receive
Calaz
…It pains me knowing what I will do to you, and knowing you will be hapless to stop me from doing it, I beg you, don’t turn up to the event, that way I have no one to pity, I don’t have another destruction on my hands, I beg you Genocide don’t end up the empty bed next to poor Lifty in the hospital, you know you don’t want that, and I sure as hell don’t, so please don’t make me do it…
He draws his outstretched arms back in once more lowers his head and smothers his face with his hands, returning to the soft tone, the one that he started with he continues
Calaz
…I can and will hurt you, mentally, physically and emotionally because that Genocide…
[glow=red,2,300]…That’s, How It’s Done…[/glow]
Calaz then puts his hood back over his head, concealing his face once more, he sits staring at the ground as the camera leaves the, dark, damp ridden room, that Calaz inhabits, the door closes as the camera makes his way through it, and the camera once again turns its attention towards the familiar sight of the sign on the door, reading “The Den”, the dry paint still in long drips down the wall, giving it the bloody effect, the camera stays focused on the sign for a few seconds before the scene fades to black.
