Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 27, 2007 21:08:11 GMT -5
| Bullet proof loneliness .. |
Blackness. That's what it was. Blackness engulfed everything in sight. It was a sight, or perhaps a lack of sight, to be witnessed. The Darkness was everywhere, but nowhere. It really was a marvel.
Out of that black abyss shone a light. A bright light. It ripped through the darkness like a knife through freshly baked bread, very easily. It was a welcome sight, as nothing else COULD be seen. You could finally tell what the purpose of this sight on your screen.
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass was slowly walking toward you, holding an oil lamp in his left hand. It dangled beside his thigh, loosely gripped between his long fingers and his smooth palm.
His long black leather trench coat reflected the light from the lamp brightly, as did his white muscle tee. His black jeans nearly blended in with the black hole that seemed to surround him and his black Reeboks tread on the earth which had no boundary between.
And then .. there were those eyes. Those deadly, dark, haunting grey eyes which hid behind the tangled fray of black stands who dangled in front of his face. From behind the wall of threaded black, you could make out a evil smile upon the lips of The "Bullet Proof" One.
He halted all but five feet from you, raising his head from it's bowed position so he was glaring straight into your very soul. You felt as if you were bearing all to this man, as if there was no crevasse or seclusion which he had no access to.
His hand began to raise, lifting the oil lamp until it was level with his eyes, those eyes. He tilted his head so that he was gazing into the light. And then .. those lips. They parted and his voice rung into The Darkness.
Jordan ~ Light ..
His voice echoed off the black walls which surrounded him. Not physical walls, but figurative walls. Walls that which could not be felt with touch, but could be felt with spirit, with your soul.
Jordan ~ .. what a wondrous object. You can't even call it an object .. it's an entity. You cannot capture it. You cannot grab it. You cannot even see its rays. What you can do .. is feel its warm touch on your skin. You can see it's reflection. You do know when it is there.
Jordan turns his head back to face the camera so slowly, you can barely notice it moving.
Jordan ~ I hate light. It's warm, it's liked and it feels good. All I feel for light .. is complete and utter disdain.
Kind of like the way I feel about YOU .. Prozac. You are good. You are liked. And you feel good about yourself .. for now, anyway.
After I'm done with you, you won't be able to smile when you look in the mirror anymore. You won't be able to jump around and be happy. All you will feel is pain and sorrow .. and regret, for getting yourself into this.
You have no idea what you're dealing with. Not the slightest clue. After this Sunday at A Fool's Revenge .. you will know what you got yourself into, and you will regret the moment you laid a hand on me for the rest of your miserable life, you good for nothing piece of shit.
Jordan spits to emphasize the name calling. He crouches calmly and carefully lays the lamp down beside his foot. He then stands back upright and begins to slowly walk toward the camera.
Jordan ~ As I said in my interview with Tina .. Tora .. whatever her name is, I have an "insurance policy", and unless you plan on killing two of my associates, there is no way you can stop me from winning this match.
Now .. if you think that what I'm saying is that I'm going to cheat, then you are wrong. That is not what I am implying. All I am saying is that with the united front that me and my two partners will build up, nothing will knock us down. Not a tornado, not a hurricane .. and especially no man.
Jordan is now standing so close to the camera all you can see is his face. His nostrils flared and his lips pursed. The sparkles in his grey eyes danced like leaves in the fall, blowing carelessly in the wind. He smiled devilishly.
Jordan ~ Prozac, I am prepared to raise hell this Sunday, so be prepared to get burned. Because when I put you through that flaming table .. all you will feel is your flesh searing off your rotting corpse as you lay there .. defenseless and alone. Ritalin won't save you because Jake will already have him taken care of in his match.
Jordan backs up a bit so that you can see his full body again. The smile has disappeared from his smooth, moist lips and has turned to a look of pure seriousness. He raises his hand up beside his head, looks back over his left shoulder at the lamp, and snaps his fingers.
The lamp goes off.
Jordan ~ The Darkness keeps me company, Robert. The Darkness is my friend. The Darkness is on MY side, not yours. Let it be known that at A Fool's Revenge .. this fool, vows his revenge. Bye bye for now Prozzy .. don't break any mirrors. The glass might cut you ..
A cynical laugh can be heard, and then your screen goes snow white. The lights in your house flicker, and then your television goes off. You sit there .. entranced by what you've just seen.
| .. at best. |
Blackness. That's what it was. Blackness engulfed everything in sight. It was a sight, or perhaps a lack of sight, to be witnessed. The Darkness was everywhere, but nowhere. It really was a marvel.
Out of that black abyss shone a light. A bright light. It ripped through the darkness like a knife through freshly baked bread, very easily. It was a welcome sight, as nothing else COULD be seen. You could finally tell what the purpose of this sight on your screen.
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass was slowly walking toward you, holding an oil lamp in his left hand. It dangled beside his thigh, loosely gripped between his long fingers and his smooth palm.
His long black leather trench coat reflected the light from the lamp brightly, as did his white muscle tee. His black jeans nearly blended in with the black hole that seemed to surround him and his black Reeboks tread on the earth which had no boundary between.
And then .. there were those eyes. Those deadly, dark, haunting grey eyes which hid behind the tangled fray of black stands who dangled in front of his face. From behind the wall of threaded black, you could make out a evil smile upon the lips of The "Bullet Proof" One.
He halted all but five feet from you, raising his head from it's bowed position so he was glaring straight into your very soul. You felt as if you were bearing all to this man, as if there was no crevasse or seclusion which he had no access to.
His hand began to raise, lifting the oil lamp until it was level with his eyes, those eyes. He tilted his head so that he was gazing into the light. And then .. those lips. They parted and his voice rung into The Darkness.
Jordan ~ Light ..
His voice echoed off the black walls which surrounded him. Not physical walls, but figurative walls. Walls that which could not be felt with touch, but could be felt with spirit, with your soul.
Jordan ~ .. what a wondrous object. You can't even call it an object .. it's an entity. You cannot capture it. You cannot grab it. You cannot even see its rays. What you can do .. is feel its warm touch on your skin. You can see it's reflection. You do know when it is there.
Jordan turns his head back to face the camera so slowly, you can barely notice it moving.
Jordan ~ I hate light. It's warm, it's liked and it feels good. All I feel for light .. is complete and utter disdain.
Kind of like the way I feel about YOU .. Prozac. You are good. You are liked. And you feel good about yourself .. for now, anyway.
After I'm done with you, you won't be able to smile when you look in the mirror anymore. You won't be able to jump around and be happy. All you will feel is pain and sorrow .. and regret, for getting yourself into this.
You have no idea what you're dealing with. Not the slightest clue. After this Sunday at A Fool's Revenge .. you will know what you got yourself into, and you will regret the moment you laid a hand on me for the rest of your miserable life, you good for nothing piece of shit.
Jordan spits to emphasize the name calling. He crouches calmly and carefully lays the lamp down beside his foot. He then stands back upright and begins to slowly walk toward the camera.
Jordan ~ As I said in my interview with Tina .. Tora .. whatever her name is, I have an "insurance policy", and unless you plan on killing two of my associates, there is no way you can stop me from winning this match.
Now .. if you think that what I'm saying is that I'm going to cheat, then you are wrong. That is not what I am implying. All I am saying is that with the united front that me and my two partners will build up, nothing will knock us down. Not a tornado, not a hurricane .. and especially no man.
Jordan is now standing so close to the camera all you can see is his face. His nostrils flared and his lips pursed. The sparkles in his grey eyes danced like leaves in the fall, blowing carelessly in the wind. He smiled devilishly.
Jordan ~ Prozac, I am prepared to raise hell this Sunday, so be prepared to get burned. Because when I put you through that flaming table .. all you will feel is your flesh searing off your rotting corpse as you lay there .. defenseless and alone. Ritalin won't save you because Jake will already have him taken care of in his match.
Jordan backs up a bit so that you can see his full body again. The smile has disappeared from his smooth, moist lips and has turned to a look of pure seriousness. He raises his hand up beside his head, looks back over his left shoulder at the lamp, and snaps his fingers.
The lamp goes off.
Jordan ~ The Darkness keeps me company, Robert. The Darkness is my friend. The Darkness is on MY side, not yours. Let it be known that at A Fool's Revenge .. this fool, vows his revenge. Bye bye for now Prozzy .. don't break any mirrors. The glass might cut you ..
A cynical laugh can be heard, and then your screen goes snow white. The lights in your house flicker, and then your television goes off. You sit there .. entranced by what you've just seen.
| .. at best. |
