Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Apr 26, 2007 21:11:26 GMT -5
| I'm all ears and I'm all scars .. |
They all said he needed to clear his mind. They all said he needed to calm down. They all said he needed to forget about women. They all said he needed to step up to the plate and give the fans his full attention. They all said he was an emo kid. They all said he was too depressed. They all said they'd take his title.
What the hell did they know?
---
He sat inside that room again. Inside 'the' room again. The room that had been the scene of many a promo, many a word. All those words which shot from his mouth like flying knives. Flying knives that would cut through all else like paper. Those five, those arrogant five. They had no clue who they were against. He was going to tear each and every one of them apart limb by limb, piece by piece.
His hair was pushed back off his face so that he could see inside the dark room. Not a light was lit, aside from the one single candle on the mantle of the fire place. It was something he had come into doing recently. He enjoyed the comfort of being engulfed in the darkness. The Darkness.
It was the way he had lived his entire life. In the Darkness, away from the spotlight. He had never known the feeling to have all the attention, and still to this moment he didn't know what it was.
He still didn't get all the attention, seeing as he had to share the attention with the other five people in this match. What most of them failed to remember though is he had already defeated every man in this match.
The only person in this match he HADN'T beaten was Rachel, hence he had beaten every MAN. She was the only one that he had to study. He had to watch her closely, very closely.
His eyes were focused on the dancing flame upon the wick of the white candle. Around it you could barely see anything. Only the maroon paint on the walls on the top of the limestone fireplace.
Although the candle had very little light, you could somehow see Jordan sitting in his black leather chair. As always he is wearing his black leather trench coat and white muscle shirt underneath it. Around his neck was his silver link chain necklace and on his right hand's ring finger was a silver ring with a purple stone in the center.
On his legs were a pair of dark blue jeans and on his feet were his black leather boots. One thing was different though .. his jeans were ripped, with holes worn in them and rips in the legs. His boots had long scrap marks on them and were slit and cut.
There was no emotion on his face. Not a single bit of feeling could be deciphered from looking at his face. His unblinking eyes were locked on the flame of the candle, and other than that .. nothing even seemed alive in the room.
That flame seemed to mean something to him, something more important than anything else. Those grey orbs set in his head didn't move, didn't falter from their target. It seemed as if he was struck by lightning he wouldn't flinch.
Suddenly, there was movement in the back of the room. Into the glow, which the source of was still unknown, walked Jordan's partner in crime. His other half. His companion. His friend.
Out of the darkness walked Jake Xavier. His face was also emotionless. His eyes were also locked onto the dancing light upon the mantle. There must have been some significance in that light. It's not like they'd just watch it with no purpose .. was it?
Jake strided is such a methodical, slow way that the dancing glow seemed to make him stand still. Very slight movements could be depicted, but that was it. Nothing more.
He finally reached his seat and slowly eased himself downward into the red leather chair. He wore ripped and torn jeans as well, with leather boots and a leather jacket. Underneath was a flannel shirt that was also torn and worn.
They both sat there, unmoving, not blinking. It was as if the scene had been frozen. Nothing moved in the shot. Nothing besides the glow which flickered.
Jordan ~ I guess I'm done here, hey?
Jake turned his head slightly, finally switching his view from the candle to Jordan's stoic face.
Jake ~ You know that I'm not letting you go. I'm not just going to let you do this.
Jordan chuckled.
Jordan ~ I've made my decision. You can't stop me. I'm leaving here and I'm not coming back. None of you will ever find me again. I'm done, finished. Nothing and nobody can talk me out of this, okay? Accept that. Accept it like I have.
Jake gets to his feet, glaring down at Jordan.
Jake ~ You are not going. That's final. I'm not letting you ruin your life over her, okay? YOU accept THAT, you idiot.
Jordan looks away from the candle, lifting his eyebrows as he stares at Jake. He stands to his feet and walks toward Jake, looking down his nose at him.
Jordan ~ You hit me once. You want to do that again? Believe me, I won't go down so easy this time. You hit me, and you'll know it.
Jake stares up at Jordan, then laughs. He turns and walks over to the candle. he reaches out his hand, picking it out of the holder. He then looks at the flame, smiling. He then throws it into the fireplace beneath, setting the already charred wood ablaze. The room illuminates quickly, revealing the surroundings.
Everything as is as it always is. Nothing is different.
Jake ~ I won't have to use force. You'll realize your mistake on your own.
Jordan ~ You believe what you want, I'm going.
Jordan turns and starts toward the door. Jake turns pointing at him.
Jake ~ Stop right there. You will not let her get to you. You will stay and you will defend your title at Aftermath and you WILL retain it. You will NOT let her stop your life in one night. What she did was wrong, but move on already. You have more going for you without her. You deserved better than her in the first place. Stop right where you are and reflect on everything that has happened, and then think about what you're about to do. You're about to walk away from everything you've got right now. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to run. You leave here and you're dead meat. Nothing going for you then. Do you really want that?
For about thirty seconds there is not a sound in the room aside from the crackling of the flame. Then Jordan's head drops.
Jordan ~ No ..
Jake ~ Alright. There you go. Keep that attitude and you'll win that match. Nobody will stand in your way, right?
Jordan's head raises a little.
Jordan ~ Right ..
Jake ~ Right. And nobody can stop you from getting back to your prime, right?
Jordan's head raises a little more.
Jordan ~ Right.
Jake smiles.
Jordan ~ Thor .. you're right. I am a danger to myself and to others. That should make you all the more scared. I'm not going to let this stop me from being at my prime. I will rise to the occasion and I will overcome the odds. The five of you will come at me and the five of you will be blown away. There is nothing you can do or say that will sidetrack me from doing what needs to be done. Nothing.
Jake's smile grows as Jordan turns around and smirks at the camera.
Jordan ~ You will all fall prey .. for most of you it won't be the first. But for Rachel .. be ready for something you've never known. Be ready for something you can't stop. Just .. be ready.
| .. to hear you tell me "Boy's like you, you try too hard to look not quite as desperate". I'm hanging on, but I still know the way to make your makeup run. |
They all said he needed to clear his mind. They all said he needed to calm down. They all said he needed to forget about women. They all said he needed to step up to the plate and give the fans his full attention. They all said he was an emo kid. They all said he was too depressed. They all said they'd take his title.
What the hell did they know?
---
He sat inside that room again. Inside 'the' room again. The room that had been the scene of many a promo, many a word. All those words which shot from his mouth like flying knives. Flying knives that would cut through all else like paper. Those five, those arrogant five. They had no clue who they were against. He was going to tear each and every one of them apart limb by limb, piece by piece.
His hair was pushed back off his face so that he could see inside the dark room. Not a light was lit, aside from the one single candle on the mantle of the fire place. It was something he had come into doing recently. He enjoyed the comfort of being engulfed in the darkness. The Darkness.
It was the way he had lived his entire life. In the Darkness, away from the spotlight. He had never known the feeling to have all the attention, and still to this moment he didn't know what it was.
He still didn't get all the attention, seeing as he had to share the attention with the other five people in this match. What most of them failed to remember though is he had already defeated every man in this match.
The only person in this match he HADN'T beaten was Rachel, hence he had beaten every MAN. She was the only one that he had to study. He had to watch her closely, very closely.
His eyes were focused on the dancing flame upon the wick of the white candle. Around it you could barely see anything. Only the maroon paint on the walls on the top of the limestone fireplace.
Although the candle had very little light, you could somehow see Jordan sitting in his black leather chair. As always he is wearing his black leather trench coat and white muscle shirt underneath it. Around his neck was his silver link chain necklace and on his right hand's ring finger was a silver ring with a purple stone in the center.
On his legs were a pair of dark blue jeans and on his feet were his black leather boots. One thing was different though .. his jeans were ripped, with holes worn in them and rips in the legs. His boots had long scrap marks on them and were slit and cut.
There was no emotion on his face. Not a single bit of feeling could be deciphered from looking at his face. His unblinking eyes were locked on the flame of the candle, and other than that .. nothing even seemed alive in the room.
That flame seemed to mean something to him, something more important than anything else. Those grey orbs set in his head didn't move, didn't falter from their target. It seemed as if he was struck by lightning he wouldn't flinch.
Suddenly, there was movement in the back of the room. Into the glow, which the source of was still unknown, walked Jordan's partner in crime. His other half. His companion. His friend.
Out of the darkness walked Jake Xavier. His face was also emotionless. His eyes were also locked onto the dancing light upon the mantle. There must have been some significance in that light. It's not like they'd just watch it with no purpose .. was it?
Jake strided is such a methodical, slow way that the dancing glow seemed to make him stand still. Very slight movements could be depicted, but that was it. Nothing more.
He finally reached his seat and slowly eased himself downward into the red leather chair. He wore ripped and torn jeans as well, with leather boots and a leather jacket. Underneath was a flannel shirt that was also torn and worn.
They both sat there, unmoving, not blinking. It was as if the scene had been frozen. Nothing moved in the shot. Nothing besides the glow which flickered.
Jordan ~ I guess I'm done here, hey?
Jake turned his head slightly, finally switching his view from the candle to Jordan's stoic face.
Jake ~ You know that I'm not letting you go. I'm not just going to let you do this.
Jordan chuckled.
Jordan ~ I've made my decision. You can't stop me. I'm leaving here and I'm not coming back. None of you will ever find me again. I'm done, finished. Nothing and nobody can talk me out of this, okay? Accept that. Accept it like I have.
Jake gets to his feet, glaring down at Jordan.
Jake ~ You are not going. That's final. I'm not letting you ruin your life over her, okay? YOU accept THAT, you idiot.
Jordan looks away from the candle, lifting his eyebrows as he stares at Jake. He stands to his feet and walks toward Jake, looking down his nose at him.
Jordan ~ You hit me once. You want to do that again? Believe me, I won't go down so easy this time. You hit me, and you'll know it.
Jake stares up at Jordan, then laughs. He turns and walks over to the candle. he reaches out his hand, picking it out of the holder. He then looks at the flame, smiling. He then throws it into the fireplace beneath, setting the already charred wood ablaze. The room illuminates quickly, revealing the surroundings.
Everything as is as it always is. Nothing is different.
Jake ~ I won't have to use force. You'll realize your mistake on your own.
Jordan ~ You believe what you want, I'm going.
Jordan turns and starts toward the door. Jake turns pointing at him.
Jake ~ Stop right there. You will not let her get to you. You will stay and you will defend your title at Aftermath and you WILL retain it. You will NOT let her stop your life in one night. What she did was wrong, but move on already. You have more going for you without her. You deserved better than her in the first place. Stop right where you are and reflect on everything that has happened, and then think about what you're about to do. You're about to walk away from everything you've got right now. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to run. You leave here and you're dead meat. Nothing going for you then. Do you really want that?
For about thirty seconds there is not a sound in the room aside from the crackling of the flame. Then Jordan's head drops.
Jordan ~ No ..
Jake ~ Alright. There you go. Keep that attitude and you'll win that match. Nobody will stand in your way, right?
Jordan's head raises a little.
Jordan ~ Right ..
Jake ~ Right. And nobody can stop you from getting back to your prime, right?
Jordan's head raises a little more.
Jordan ~ Right.
Jake smiles.
Jordan ~ Thor .. you're right. I am a danger to myself and to others. That should make you all the more scared. I'm not going to let this stop me from being at my prime. I will rise to the occasion and I will overcome the odds. The five of you will come at me and the five of you will be blown away. There is nothing you can do or say that will sidetrack me from doing what needs to be done. Nothing.
Jake's smile grows as Jordan turns around and smirks at the camera.
Jordan ~ You will all fall prey .. for most of you it won't be the first. But for Rachel .. be ready for something you've never known. Be ready for something you can't stop. Just .. be ready.
| .. to hear you tell me "Boy's like you, you try too hard to look not quite as desperate". I'm hanging on, but I still know the way to make your makeup run. |
