Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 31, 2007 19:34:41 GMT -5
| You may say a thousand words .. |
It was the last day before the beginning of a new era, and he was there, sitting in 'the' room. Around him was a luminescent glow which cast a red sheen upon his already tanned skin.
His black hair now shone with the crimson color, as if it was a reflection in a pool of blood. His golden necklace looked almost as red as the wine in the wine glass on the dark brown wood table which sat beside the black leather sofa-chair.
The crackling of the fire was quiet and soothing, unlike the constant whistle of the wind outside the double-pane glass window. It sounded like a distressed coyote, howling as if its life was endangered.
A deep sigh escaped from within his lungs and passed by his lips with the soft notion of relief or disturbance, one or the other. Which one was unknown to you.
His large hands covered his tortured face. He didn't seem himself this night, something was different about the aura that surrounded him.
He lowered his hands from his masculine face, and tilted his head back onto the back of the chair. The face of Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass was not a happy one tonight.
His eyebrows were slanted downward, and his grey eyes did not sparkle with their usual light. His long black curly hair draped around his facial features, boxing in his head.
He wore a black button-up long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The collar button and the top button were undone, making a V below his neck.
He also bore a pair of dark black pants and a pair of black leather shoes. Upon his ring finger, as per usual, was that golden band of perfection with a deep, blood red ruby in the center. On his neck was the matching golden necklace with a golden cross pendant dangling loosely.
Jordan releases another sigh. It is obvious now, it is not the notion of relief that you thought of earlier. It was the notion of disturbance, in which expressed the disturbance within the mans aura.
Jordan ~ The stress .. oh, the stress of this situation is nigh unbearable. It is not a pleasant feeling, no. No, not in the slightest. Frankly, it is a feeling of great distress, not knowing what will happen within the next twenty-four hours. Very much so. Very, very much so.
He did not seem as if he was as sure of himself and his plan as he was the last five or six days. Actually, he seems to have lost all confidence in his 'insurance policy', which isn't good seeing as he IS going against the XTreme Champion. Prozac was obviously a worthy opponent if he held this title.
He looked over toward the wooden case hung upon the wall. It was still empty. He sighed again, breathing in deeply and then exhaling heavily.
Jordan ~ All I can hope for is this all comes together. If not .. I don't know what I'm going to do. I really don't ..
Jordan closes his eyes, pushing them together tightly. He clutches his fists, holding back obvious emotions.
Just as it seems as if he is going to explode from the pent up feelings within him, the door swings open. There, standing in the doorway, was Jake Xavier.
His face was harsh, and he looked blankly at Jordan. He smirked and walked inward, toward 'his' chair.
Jake ~ Knock it off you stupid fucker. Don't let her get to you. I know she is trying to screw with you, but you know she'll be here. It's not like she can stay away from you, right?
Jordan looks toward Jake, rolling his eyes.
Jordan ~ Yeah, I know. It's just ..
Jordan pauses, running his hands over his face.
Jordan ~ .. she always does this, and I always fall for it. I always beg her to stay, and she always does. I just don't know if I want it to be like that. I want to know that she'll stick by me without me having to beg her to.
Jake plops down into his red leather chair, his black leather jacket squeaking as the two pieces of cow-hide rub together.
Jake ~ Listen .. I know you and her saved me the other day, and I know that it's her that got me that help, but I don't care if she's the mother fuckin' queen of goddamn England, stand up to her. Don't let her push you around like this. Be a man, you asswipe.
Jordan glares at Jake.
Jordan ~ Don't insult me in my own house, you idiot. You live in my house. I feed you and provide you with shelter, so don't EVER insult me. Next thing that comes out of you're mouth better be a compliment or I'll kick your ass so fast, your bowels will come out your ears, you ungrateful son of a bitch.
Jake laughs.
Jake ~ You two are one fucking ugly couple. Hows that for a compliment?
Jordan's face twists with rage, and grabs the glass of wine that has been sitting on the wooden table all this time, and throws it at Jake, missing his head by inches. It slams against the wall on the other side of the room as he jumps to his feet.
Jordan ~ I'm fucking warning you!
Jake laughs harder and raises a hand, putting Jordan at bay. Jordan rolls his eyes.
When Jake finally stops laughing, he speaks up again.
Jake ~ Calm down, I'm just kidding. I'm simply saying don't let her push you around. You have a mind of your own.
Jordan sits back down, and closes his eyes, rubbing his temples with his first and middle fingers.
Jordan ~ Yeah, I know I need to take a stand. It's just so hard. I can't lose her again .. I don't know if I'd be able to live without her now. I guess I'll have to if --
Jordan is cut off by the ringing of his cell phone, which lay on the table beside a chrome metal case. The ring tone was 'You're Crashing But You're No Wave' by Fall Out Boy.
He grabs the Motorola Razr and flips it open. He smiles as he sees the number.
Jordan ~ It's her ..
.. he says under his breath. Jake chuckles.
Jake ~ Answer the damn phone man.
Jordan laughs and presses 'talk' on the phone, then raises it to his ear.
Jordan ~ Hello. -- Hey. -- Yeah, come back. -- Yes, Jake is home. -- No, he's not drunk.
Jake laughs, knowing she was going to ask that.
Jordan ~ No, I'm not going out tonight. I want to rest up for the match. -- Yeah, I went to the gym today. -- Yeah, I saw Prozzy's promos. Kinda lame. -- Yes, come home honey, please? -- Okay, I'll be waiting for you.
Jordan has a smile carved into his face from ear to ear. The sparkle in his eye has returned. He's obviously in a much better mood, which makes it obvious what was bothering him.
Jake starts bouncing up and down in his chair.
Jake ~ Tell her I'll be waiting for her too!
A childlike smirk grows across Jake's face as Jordan rolls his eyes.
Jordan ~ Jake said he's waiting for you too. -- Yeah, I know. He's a retard.
Jake frowns, offended. Jordan laughs.
Jordan ~ Okay, see you in a bit. -- I love you honey. -- Okay, bye.
Jordan flips the phone closed and lays it back down on the table, still smiling. He gets up and walks toward the window, slowly.
Jordan ~ Hopefully she doesn't go off the road .. this snowstorm is pretty bad.
Jordan turns around, and Jake has a pill bottle in his hands. Jordan squints at him suspiciously.
Jordan ~ What the fuck is that? You better not be doing drugs in my house. If you are, you're ass is on the street again.
Jake swallows a couple of the pills, then puts the pill bottle back in his pocket. He looks at Jordan.
Jake ~ Don't worry, it's the pain killers the doctor prescribed.
Jordan ~ It better be.
Jake laughs.
Jordan slowly paces back to his seat and plops down. Jake laughs again. Jordan looks puzzled.
Jordan ~ What in the hell are you laughing at?
Jake ~ Man, you are SO whipped.
Jordan ~ I AM NOT!
They continue to argue as the camera slowly moves out the door. You can still hear them when the camera gets to the end of the hall. It shuts off and your screen goes snowy and the static rings in your ears. You switch off the television and think about how you can't wait to see the match at A Fool's Revenge tomorrow night.
| .. but the last words to leave your mouth mean the most. |
It was the last day before the beginning of a new era, and he was there, sitting in 'the' room. Around him was a luminescent glow which cast a red sheen upon his already tanned skin.
His black hair now shone with the crimson color, as if it was a reflection in a pool of blood. His golden necklace looked almost as red as the wine in the wine glass on the dark brown wood table which sat beside the black leather sofa-chair.
The crackling of the fire was quiet and soothing, unlike the constant whistle of the wind outside the double-pane glass window. It sounded like a distressed coyote, howling as if its life was endangered.
A deep sigh escaped from within his lungs and passed by his lips with the soft notion of relief or disturbance, one or the other. Which one was unknown to you.
His large hands covered his tortured face. He didn't seem himself this night, something was different about the aura that surrounded him.
He lowered his hands from his masculine face, and tilted his head back onto the back of the chair. The face of Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass was not a happy one tonight.
His eyebrows were slanted downward, and his grey eyes did not sparkle with their usual light. His long black curly hair draped around his facial features, boxing in his head.
He wore a black button-up long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The collar button and the top button were undone, making a V below his neck.
He also bore a pair of dark black pants and a pair of black leather shoes. Upon his ring finger, as per usual, was that golden band of perfection with a deep, blood red ruby in the center. On his neck was the matching golden necklace with a golden cross pendant dangling loosely.
Jordan releases another sigh. It is obvious now, it is not the notion of relief that you thought of earlier. It was the notion of disturbance, in which expressed the disturbance within the mans aura.
Jordan ~ The stress .. oh, the stress of this situation is nigh unbearable. It is not a pleasant feeling, no. No, not in the slightest. Frankly, it is a feeling of great distress, not knowing what will happen within the next twenty-four hours. Very much so. Very, very much so.
He did not seem as if he was as sure of himself and his plan as he was the last five or six days. Actually, he seems to have lost all confidence in his 'insurance policy', which isn't good seeing as he IS going against the XTreme Champion. Prozac was obviously a worthy opponent if he held this title.
He looked over toward the wooden case hung upon the wall. It was still empty. He sighed again, breathing in deeply and then exhaling heavily.
Jordan ~ All I can hope for is this all comes together. If not .. I don't know what I'm going to do. I really don't ..
Jordan closes his eyes, pushing them together tightly. He clutches his fists, holding back obvious emotions.
Just as it seems as if he is going to explode from the pent up feelings within him, the door swings open. There, standing in the doorway, was Jake Xavier.
His face was harsh, and he looked blankly at Jordan. He smirked and walked inward, toward 'his' chair.
Jake ~ Knock it off you stupid fucker. Don't let her get to you. I know she is trying to screw with you, but you know she'll be here. It's not like she can stay away from you, right?
Jordan looks toward Jake, rolling his eyes.
Jordan ~ Yeah, I know. It's just ..
Jordan pauses, running his hands over his face.
Jordan ~ .. she always does this, and I always fall for it. I always beg her to stay, and she always does. I just don't know if I want it to be like that. I want to know that she'll stick by me without me having to beg her to.
Jake plops down into his red leather chair, his black leather jacket squeaking as the two pieces of cow-hide rub together.
Jake ~ Listen .. I know you and her saved me the other day, and I know that it's her that got me that help, but I don't care if she's the mother fuckin' queen of goddamn England, stand up to her. Don't let her push you around like this. Be a man, you asswipe.
Jordan glares at Jake.
Jordan ~ Don't insult me in my own house, you idiot. You live in my house. I feed you and provide you with shelter, so don't EVER insult me. Next thing that comes out of you're mouth better be a compliment or I'll kick your ass so fast, your bowels will come out your ears, you ungrateful son of a bitch.
Jake laughs.
Jake ~ You two are one fucking ugly couple. Hows that for a compliment?
Jordan's face twists with rage, and grabs the glass of wine that has been sitting on the wooden table all this time, and throws it at Jake, missing his head by inches. It slams against the wall on the other side of the room as he jumps to his feet.
Jordan ~ I'm fucking warning you!
Jake laughs harder and raises a hand, putting Jordan at bay. Jordan rolls his eyes.
When Jake finally stops laughing, he speaks up again.
Jake ~ Calm down, I'm just kidding. I'm simply saying don't let her push you around. You have a mind of your own.
Jordan sits back down, and closes his eyes, rubbing his temples with his first and middle fingers.
Jordan ~ Yeah, I know I need to take a stand. It's just so hard. I can't lose her again .. I don't know if I'd be able to live without her now. I guess I'll have to if --
Jordan is cut off by the ringing of his cell phone, which lay on the table beside a chrome metal case. The ring tone was 'You're Crashing But You're No Wave' by Fall Out Boy.
He grabs the Motorola Razr and flips it open. He smiles as he sees the number.
Jordan ~ It's her ..
.. he says under his breath. Jake chuckles.
Jake ~ Answer the damn phone man.
Jordan laughs and presses 'talk' on the phone, then raises it to his ear.
Jordan ~ Hello. -- Hey. -- Yeah, come back. -- Yes, Jake is home. -- No, he's not drunk.
Jake laughs, knowing she was going to ask that.
Jordan ~ No, I'm not going out tonight. I want to rest up for the match. -- Yeah, I went to the gym today. -- Yeah, I saw Prozzy's promos. Kinda lame. -- Yes, come home honey, please? -- Okay, I'll be waiting for you.
Jordan has a smile carved into his face from ear to ear. The sparkle in his eye has returned. He's obviously in a much better mood, which makes it obvious what was bothering him.
Jake starts bouncing up and down in his chair.
Jake ~ Tell her I'll be waiting for her too!
A childlike smirk grows across Jake's face as Jordan rolls his eyes.
Jordan ~ Jake said he's waiting for you too. -- Yeah, I know. He's a retard.
Jake frowns, offended. Jordan laughs.
Jordan ~ Okay, see you in a bit. -- I love you honey. -- Okay, bye.
Jordan flips the phone closed and lays it back down on the table, still smiling. He gets up and walks toward the window, slowly.
Jordan ~ Hopefully she doesn't go off the road .. this snowstorm is pretty bad.
Jordan turns around, and Jake has a pill bottle in his hands. Jordan squints at him suspiciously.
Jordan ~ What the fuck is that? You better not be doing drugs in my house. If you are, you're ass is on the street again.
Jake swallows a couple of the pills, then puts the pill bottle back in his pocket. He looks at Jordan.
Jake ~ Don't worry, it's the pain killers the doctor prescribed.
Jordan ~ It better be.
Jake laughs.
Jordan slowly paces back to his seat and plops down. Jake laughs again. Jordan looks puzzled.
Jordan ~ What in the hell are you laughing at?
Jake ~ Man, you are SO whipped.
Jordan ~ I AM NOT!
They continue to argue as the camera slowly moves out the door. You can still hear them when the camera gets to the end of the hall. It shuts off and your screen goes snowy and the static rings in your ears. You switch off the television and think about how you can't wait to see the match at A Fool's Revenge tomorrow night.
| .. but the last words to leave your mouth mean the most. |
