Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Mar 5, 2014 5:17:02 GMT
"An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult."
-Lord Chesterfield-
Do you hear it?
*The clickitty clack of a subway car rolling down the track blares....*
The sound of war?
The drums?
*The sound resounds louder and harder the screeching of the brakes along the line resounding with the sound of the drum like beat...
They are in the rhythm of this subway car.
They are in the tapping of feet.
*He watches a figure listening to his headphones nodding with the beat of the drums. his feet tapping hard with the rhythm.*
They are in the drumming of fingers.
*An old woman across from him drums her fingers to the rhythm as he watches. the drumming in his ear as loud as an elephants trumpeting.*
All around us the feeling is there.
*He looks about as the woman turns a page with the music. The drumming so intense, more and more it grows in his head his hands ringing as it keeps drumming so intently.*
Can you smell it in the wind?
*A man's nostrils flare inline with the rhythm. A deafening steady sound, the pages, the tapping, the drumming of fingers, the sound of breathing. he holds his head as if an intense throbbing noise was there...*
Do you know what it is?
*A high pitched wine slowly building as he rubs his temples. The sound builds combining with a buzzing like the sound of flies until it reaches a fever pitch... suddenly the light pops and the sound stops save for the sound of drums. The lights go out for a single moment plunging the strangers and him into darkness.*
It's change.
*As the lights raise a bit. Emergency lights shining. The others all staring emptily about unmoving just staring with empty eyes, the young girl that was reading leans on Seph's shoulder her book just sitting in her lap eyes closed peacefully asleep.*
It's the call of destiny on the wind.
It is the inevitable moment that makes time stand still.
the moment that tests men's souls.
We are at the threshold of a new era.
An era that will define the future of not only the IWF
but the very fabric of this business.
Why is it then that I find myself forgotten?
They speak of Spike Kane.
*The next add shows the IWF return of Xavier Cross. his smiling face shown along with his signature arms folded stance.*
They speak of Xavier Cross.
*The nearby TV hanging in the corner shows Angel's last promo staticing a bit with lines running down.*
They speak of Angel.
*An older advertisement for last PPV, Danger Zone shows Mike Lazslo holding the title that use to be his but now resided with the Fallen One himself.*
They speak of men like Mike Lazslo.
*Another poster shows mason standing tiumphant the American flag draped about him proudly.*
Mason St. Croix.
*An ipod advertisement shows Kristoff Liam Bates, his title prominently showing as he listens to his ipod nano with the words "KLB Approved" underneath. the sight brings an uncharacteristic smile to Seph's face as he rubs his hands.*
Kristoff Liam Bates.
They speak and they speak but they forget...
they forget who the real villain is.
*The train pitches a turn to the left and suddenly the boy listening to his headphones falls over onto the ground like a lifeless puppet.*
I am the man you should all be worried about.
*Another turn and the old woman pitches forward empty of life.*
I am the one you should fear.
*The man who's nostrils flared crashes to the ground as the train begins to slow to a gentle stop. The sound of the brakes screeching as they pull into the next station.*
I am the one who always has
and always will remain.
*He rises to his feet letting the woman lie down on the bench. As he walks to the doors slowly opening the only one still standing as he steps out into the empty subway station. The camera zooming in on the girls neck four puncture marks sitting on her neck.*
You think that because you call yourself gods,
because you have accomplished things in the past,
that this somehow means you are immune to fear.
*He steps out of the car and looks up at the security camera smiling and waving intently at it his eyes staring as if through the camera to the viewer themselves as if he's personally greeting all who look at him.*
Fear effects every man but the fool.
It can strike any time.
Any where.
Any one.
*And just as quickly the tape statics and he vanishes from view a sudden fearsome image of his face up close fangs showing before going to the scene of an empty subway station beside an empty subway car as the scene fades to black.*
I am fear
and I am about to remind you all
why I should never be forgotten.
-Lord Chesterfield-
Do you hear it?
*The clickitty clack of a subway car rolling down the track blares....*
The sound of war?
The drums?
*The sound resounds louder and harder the screeching of the brakes along the line resounding with the sound of the drum like beat...
They are in the rhythm of this subway car.
*The car begins to screech as the scene opens to the interior of a dimly lit subway car. A handful of people sitting inside staring absentmindedly out the windows. Or on the floors. Among them, sitting beside a young beautiful woman who is reading, sits the fabled fallen one, Sephiroth du Lac. He sits as the car buckles and bucks under him. At the mercy of the track as it moves so rapidly further down the long winding tunnels.*
They are in the tapping of feet.
*He watches a figure listening to his headphones nodding with the beat of the drums. his feet tapping hard with the rhythm.*
They are in the drumming of fingers.
*An old woman across from him drums her fingers to the rhythm as he watches. the drumming in his ear as loud as an elephants trumpeting.*
All around us the feeling is there.
*He looks about as the woman turns a page with the music. The drumming so intense, more and more it grows in his head his hands ringing as it keeps drumming so intently.*
Can you smell it in the wind?
*A man's nostrils flare inline with the rhythm. A deafening steady sound, the pages, the tapping, the drumming of fingers, the sound of breathing. he holds his head as if an intense throbbing noise was there...*
Do you know what it is?
*A high pitched wine slowly building as he rubs his temples. The sound builds combining with a buzzing like the sound of flies until it reaches a fever pitch... suddenly the light pops and the sound stops save for the sound of drums. The lights go out for a single moment plunging the strangers and him into darkness.*
It's change.
*As the lights raise a bit. Emergency lights shining. The others all staring emptily about unmoving just staring with empty eyes, the young girl that was reading leans on Seph's shoulder her book just sitting in her lap eyes closed peacefully asleep.*
It's the call of destiny on the wind.
It is the inevitable moment that makes time stand still.
the moment that tests men's souls.
We are at the threshold of a new era.
An era that will define the future of not only the IWF
but the very fabric of this business.
*Seph looks up at the advertisements on the boards of the subway car. A large one for IWF high Stakes shows Spike Kane in all his glory holding up a black jack of spades and an Ace of spades.*
Why is it then that I find myself forgotten?
They speak of Spike Kane.
*The next add shows the IWF return of Xavier Cross. his smiling face shown along with his signature arms folded stance.*
They speak of Xavier Cross.
*The nearby TV hanging in the corner shows Angel's last promo staticing a bit with lines running down.*
They speak of Angel.
*An older advertisement for last PPV, Danger Zone shows Mike Lazslo holding the title that use to be his but now resided with the Fallen One himself.*
They speak of men like Mike Lazslo.
*Another poster shows mason standing tiumphant the American flag draped about him proudly.*
Mason St. Croix.
*An ipod advertisement shows Kristoff Liam Bates, his title prominently showing as he listens to his ipod nano with the words "KLB Approved" underneath. the sight brings an uncharacteristic smile to Seph's face as he rubs his hands.*
Kristoff Liam Bates.
They speak and they speak but they forget...
they forget who the real villain is.
*The train pitches a turn to the left and suddenly the boy listening to his headphones falls over onto the ground like a lifeless puppet.*
I am the man you should all be worried about.
*Another turn and the old woman pitches forward empty of life.*
I am the one you should fear.
*The man who's nostrils flared crashes to the ground as the train begins to slow to a gentle stop. The sound of the brakes screeching as they pull into the next station.*
I am the one who always has
and always will remain.
*He rises to his feet letting the woman lie down on the bench. As he walks to the doors slowly opening the only one still standing as he steps out into the empty subway station. The camera zooming in on the girls neck four puncture marks sitting on her neck.*
You think that because you call yourself gods,
because you have accomplished things in the past,
that this somehow means you are immune to fear.
*He steps out of the car and looks up at the security camera smiling and waving intently at it his eyes staring as if through the camera to the viewer themselves as if he's personally greeting all who look at him.*
Fear effects every man but the fool.
It can strike any time.
Any where.
Any one.
*And just as quickly the tape statics and he vanishes from view a sudden fearsome image of his face up close fangs showing before going to the scene of an empty subway station beside an empty subway car as the scene fades to black.*
I am fear
and I am about to remind you all
why I should never be forgotten.
Well howdy there pardner.