Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Apr 29, 2007 19:56:12 GMT -5
| My words mean nothing now .. |
Death.
It's a word of many faces, many names and many feelings.
Some faces twisted, some bright.
Some names fowl, some music.
Some feelings bad, some good.
One of the ways death is experienced is physical. Calaz has succumbed to this recently when his father figure passed into the infinite beyond. This is when you're heart stops beating and your blood runs cold in your veins.
Another way death can be experienced is the death of a view. A view as to say a view upon someone. Rachel experienced this recently when she realized Jordan Glass was actually a worthy opponent.
One more way death can be experienced is the death of a memory. Jordan Glass experienced this recently when his memories of Seraphina were lost. He decided to clear his mind.
.. or did he?
---
Jordan ~ I thought I got rid of you .. I thought you'd leave me alone now.
Jordan sits at his desk in 'the' room. His arm is outstretched across the surface of the mahogany table, with his head lain upon it. His eyes are shut tightly, as if to keep something out.
Feminine Voice ~ I don't give up that easy, love.
He opens his eyes slowly. Jordan's head turns so that he's looking toward a dark corner in the room. His eyes are still bloodshot and his lips are still cracked. There are black bags underneath each of the glassy orbs set in his head.
Jordan ~ Unfortunately for me.
A feminine laugh is heard.
Feminine Voice ~ You can't just tell me to go away. You have to take action. It's not that easy, hun. You can't get rid of me with that lack of effort.
Jordan sighs.
Jordan ~ How the hell am I supposed to get rid of you then?
Feminine Voice ~ You have to find that out for yourself, Jordan.
Jordan closes his eyes again, sighing heavily. He pushes himself up off the desk and begins to pace in front of it.
Feminine Voice ~ C'mon baby. I know you're tiny brain can do this.
Jordan glares in the direction of the corner.
Jordan ~ Shut the hell up.
Feminine Voice ~ Oh, getting a little mad are we. What are you going to do, put in ear plugs? That won't work babes, sorry. I'm inside your sick head now.
Jordan turns around, eyes wide and nostrils flaring.
Jordan ~ I SAID SHUT UP!
Feminine Voice ~ Make me.
Jordan picks up a small round piece of shining, carved stone off the top of the desk and hurls it into the corner. A loud bang is heard.
Feminine Voice ~ Oops, you missed me.
.. said the voice in a mocking tone. A vein is now pulsing in Jordan's forehead, as well as his massive upper arm.
Jordan ~ If you don't shut the fuck up I swear to god I'll splatter myself all over this room.
Another female laugh is heard.
Feminine Voice ~ Wouldn't be the first time you made the threat and didn't hold your word.
Jordan smiles sadistically.
Jordan ~ Yeah, well this time will be different.
Jordan storms over to the desk, ripping the top-right drawer open. He reaches inside and pulls out his infamous NP - 27. You may remember it from when Jordan had his first breakdown, crashed his car and then was rescued from himself by Versage Flames.
Once again, the female voice laughs.
Feminine Voice ~ What are you doing? You know you won't do that.
Jordan laughs, bringing the gun up to his temple. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his head as his eyes dance.
Jordan ~ Watch me.
You can see his finger slowly pulling back on the trigger.
Suddenly, a dark figure moves out of the corner. The second you notice the movement, Jordan flips his position, pointing the gun directly into the corner.
Boom.
Blood splatters the walls around the corner and the dark figure fades.
Feminine Voice ~ Good for you love .. you finally took control ..
.. and then it was done.
Jordan smiles, licking his cracked lips.
Jordan ~ I told you I'd keep my word this time. You were a part of me, and now you're dead. I didn't lie.
Jordan sits down in his chair at the desk, laying the gun back into the drawer. His smile grows as he talks.
Jordan ~ And now they'll all know what I can do when I'm clear minded. The titles mine. Tomorrow you'll all see. You'll see.
| .. my actions do the talking. |
Death.
It's a word of many faces, many names and many feelings.
Some faces twisted, some bright.
Some names fowl, some music.
Some feelings bad, some good.
One of the ways death is experienced is physical. Calaz has succumbed to this recently when his father figure passed into the infinite beyond. This is when you're heart stops beating and your blood runs cold in your veins.
Another way death can be experienced is the death of a view. A view as to say a view upon someone. Rachel experienced this recently when she realized Jordan Glass was actually a worthy opponent.
One more way death can be experienced is the death of a memory. Jordan Glass experienced this recently when his memories of Seraphina were lost. He decided to clear his mind.
.. or did he?
---
Jordan ~ I thought I got rid of you .. I thought you'd leave me alone now.
Jordan sits at his desk in 'the' room. His arm is outstretched across the surface of the mahogany table, with his head lain upon it. His eyes are shut tightly, as if to keep something out.
Feminine Voice ~ I don't give up that easy, love.
He opens his eyes slowly. Jordan's head turns so that he's looking toward a dark corner in the room. His eyes are still bloodshot and his lips are still cracked. There are black bags underneath each of the glassy orbs set in his head.
Jordan ~ Unfortunately for me.
A feminine laugh is heard.
Feminine Voice ~ You can't just tell me to go away. You have to take action. It's not that easy, hun. You can't get rid of me with that lack of effort.
Jordan sighs.
Jordan ~ How the hell am I supposed to get rid of you then?
Feminine Voice ~ You have to find that out for yourself, Jordan.
Jordan closes his eyes again, sighing heavily. He pushes himself up off the desk and begins to pace in front of it.
Feminine Voice ~ C'mon baby. I know you're tiny brain can do this.
Jordan glares in the direction of the corner.
Jordan ~ Shut the hell up.
Feminine Voice ~ Oh, getting a little mad are we. What are you going to do, put in ear plugs? That won't work babes, sorry. I'm inside your sick head now.
Jordan turns around, eyes wide and nostrils flaring.
Jordan ~ I SAID SHUT UP!
Feminine Voice ~ Make me.
Jordan picks up a small round piece of shining, carved stone off the top of the desk and hurls it into the corner. A loud bang is heard.
Feminine Voice ~ Oops, you missed me.
.. said the voice in a mocking tone. A vein is now pulsing in Jordan's forehead, as well as his massive upper arm.
Jordan ~ If you don't shut the fuck up I swear to god I'll splatter myself all over this room.
Another female laugh is heard.
Feminine Voice ~ Wouldn't be the first time you made the threat and didn't hold your word.
Jordan smiles sadistically.
Jordan ~ Yeah, well this time will be different.
Jordan storms over to the desk, ripping the top-right drawer open. He reaches inside and pulls out his infamous NP - 27. You may remember it from when Jordan had his first breakdown, crashed his car and then was rescued from himself by Versage Flames.
Once again, the female voice laughs.
Feminine Voice ~ What are you doing? You know you won't do that.
Jordan laughs, bringing the gun up to his temple. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his head as his eyes dance.
Jordan ~ Watch me.
You can see his finger slowly pulling back on the trigger.
Suddenly, a dark figure moves out of the corner. The second you notice the movement, Jordan flips his position, pointing the gun directly into the corner.
Boom.
Blood splatters the walls around the corner and the dark figure fades.
Feminine Voice ~ Good for you love .. you finally took control ..
.. and then it was done.
Jordan smiles, licking his cracked lips.
Jordan ~ I told you I'd keep my word this time. You were a part of me, and now you're dead. I didn't lie.
Jordan sits down in his chair at the desk, laying the gun back into the drawer. His smile grows as he talks.
Jordan ~ And now they'll all know what I can do when I'm clear minded. The titles mine. Tomorrow you'll all see. You'll see.
| .. my actions do the talking. |
