Post by Jinx on Nov 29, 2016 3:41:35 GMT
The scene opens to a wide shot of a moonlit night sky. No vague silhouettes to give a hint as to where you are or who is speaking, just bright, blinking stars.
VO: Beautiful, isn’t it? So crystalline in it’s simplicity. Just like the story I want to tell you. Pure, unadulterated truth to wash a soul clean.
The night sky fades into a wide, sprawling, emerald field; a farmhouse perched in the distance.
VO: You see, there’s something about Northern Ireland that just screams innocence, doesn’t it? Naivety with a soft undercurrent of duplicity. Starting to sound familiar yet?
A soft peal of laughter echoes as the camera focuses in on a white shrouded figure standing by a blazing fire. The figure removes the hood, slowly revealing a crown of black thorns sitting atop platinum blonde locks. The robe falls away, exposing a white gossamer gown and bare feet. She lifts her head and cocks it to the side as a cruel smile twists her heart shaped black lips.
Jinx: It should look familiar to you, Fiona. It’s your home. You see, you aren’t the only one to make the trip to Ireland lately, my lovely. Now you may be wondering why I made this trip, but I have to say, it will all be revealed shortly.
She shifts her gaze to the farmhouse, looking almost longingly at it for a few moments before she turns back to the camera.
Jinx: Do you think I should pay dear William a visit? Should I let him in on our little twisted tale? Or would you prefer to do those honors after I reveal everything when we meet in Cleveland?
She wraps her arms around her waist, beginning to sway. She turns her back to the camera, letting the fire outline her through the sheer garment.
Jinx: Did your beloved William tell you who your real father is? Would you like me to enlighten you? I have seen your mother’s sordid little life unfold before my all seeing eyes.
When she turns back around, her head is bowed down with her hair falling over her face. Jinx slowly lifts her head, unveiling ghostly white eyes.
Jinx: I know who the pure Katherine forsake William for all those years ago. I can see it like I was there. A homey little farmhouse nestled in emerald waves. A lonely housewife aching for companionship when a tall, handsome young man knocks on her door, looking for a place to stay.
She gives a cruel smile as she keeps her pale gaze locked on the camera.
Jinx: A place to stay while he finishes his research. Tucked away in that cozy little nook, they grew closer and closer. His tales of his travels captivating the Irishwoman. She fell under his spell and soon into his arms as all thoughts of her husband faded away. Little did he know he would be leaving Ireland a month later as a father. But did your harlot mother ever reach out to him to let him know of the blessed event? We wouldn’t be here if she had, my lovely. You see, it is your mother’s lies that has brought us to this point. If only she had clung to her vows the way you do, Fiona, we wouldn’t be on this collision course.
She cocks her head to the side as if listening. She nods her head and acknowledges the voice.
Jinx: Yes, she will know all that she needs to know at Survival of the Fittest. Do not fear. The Harbinger of Fate has heard your pleas and will make it right.
She lifts her head to the sky as she lays her arms out wide.
Jinx: Ah, dear Katherine fell victim to her own desires, bringing you into this world without the decency to profess the truth to your real father. She let him leave for the States knowing nothing more than she would think fondly of him. She still does, you know. She’s never forgotten him. Instead she saddled poor William with a child that he instinctively knew wasn’t his. When your intellect came to light, he knew. Deep in his gut, he knew.
She brings her head down, revealing her eyes had returned to pitch black.
Jinx: William never confessed these things to you until he couldn’t bear the weight of it any longer. Do you know what it’s like to be a young girl burdened with someone else’s lies? To keep that secret until the time is right? I resisted every urge that screamed for me to remove that albatross from my neck in anticipation of the payoff.
A tight smile etches her porcelain features.
Jinx: And that payoff is going to be watching your mind crumble as the world as you know it fades to black at my feet. I want to watch you fall, my lovely, for everything you and yours has inflicted upon me and mine. I will be your Final Judgement for I am the White Reaper and your soul is mine to devour.
VO: Beautiful, isn’t it? So crystalline in it’s simplicity. Just like the story I want to tell you. Pure, unadulterated truth to wash a soul clean.
The night sky fades into a wide, sprawling, emerald field; a farmhouse perched in the distance.
VO: You see, there’s something about Northern Ireland that just screams innocence, doesn’t it? Naivety with a soft undercurrent of duplicity. Starting to sound familiar yet?
A soft peal of laughter echoes as the camera focuses in on a white shrouded figure standing by a blazing fire. The figure removes the hood, slowly revealing a crown of black thorns sitting atop platinum blonde locks. The robe falls away, exposing a white gossamer gown and bare feet. She lifts her head and cocks it to the side as a cruel smile twists her heart shaped black lips.
Jinx: It should look familiar to you, Fiona. It’s your home. You see, you aren’t the only one to make the trip to Ireland lately, my lovely. Now you may be wondering why I made this trip, but I have to say, it will all be revealed shortly.
She shifts her gaze to the farmhouse, looking almost longingly at it for a few moments before she turns back to the camera.
Jinx: Do you think I should pay dear William a visit? Should I let him in on our little twisted tale? Or would you prefer to do those honors after I reveal everything when we meet in Cleveland?
She wraps her arms around her waist, beginning to sway. She turns her back to the camera, letting the fire outline her through the sheer garment.
Jinx: Did your beloved William tell you who your real father is? Would you like me to enlighten you? I have seen your mother’s sordid little life unfold before my all seeing eyes.
When she turns back around, her head is bowed down with her hair falling over her face. Jinx slowly lifts her head, unveiling ghostly white eyes.
Jinx: I know who the pure Katherine forsake William for all those years ago. I can see it like I was there. A homey little farmhouse nestled in emerald waves. A lonely housewife aching for companionship when a tall, handsome young man knocks on her door, looking for a place to stay.
She gives a cruel smile as she keeps her pale gaze locked on the camera.
Jinx: A place to stay while he finishes his research. Tucked away in that cozy little nook, they grew closer and closer. His tales of his travels captivating the Irishwoman. She fell under his spell and soon into his arms as all thoughts of her husband faded away. Little did he know he would be leaving Ireland a month later as a father. But did your harlot mother ever reach out to him to let him know of the blessed event? We wouldn’t be here if she had, my lovely. You see, it is your mother’s lies that has brought us to this point. If only she had clung to her vows the way you do, Fiona, we wouldn’t be on this collision course.
She cocks her head to the side as if listening. She nods her head and acknowledges the voice.
Jinx: Yes, she will know all that she needs to know at Survival of the Fittest. Do not fear. The Harbinger of Fate has heard your pleas and will make it right.
She lifts her head to the sky as she lays her arms out wide.
Jinx: Ah, dear Katherine fell victim to her own desires, bringing you into this world without the decency to profess the truth to your real father. She let him leave for the States knowing nothing more than she would think fondly of him. She still does, you know. She’s never forgotten him. Instead she saddled poor William with a child that he instinctively knew wasn’t his. When your intellect came to light, he knew. Deep in his gut, he knew.
She brings her head down, revealing her eyes had returned to pitch black.
Jinx: William never confessed these things to you until he couldn’t bear the weight of it any longer. Do you know what it’s like to be a young girl burdened with someone else’s lies? To keep that secret until the time is right? I resisted every urge that screamed for me to remove that albatross from my neck in anticipation of the payoff.
A tight smile etches her porcelain features.
Jinx: And that payoff is going to be watching your mind crumble as the world as you know it fades to black at my feet. I want to watch you fall, my lovely, for everything you and yours has inflicted upon me and mine. I will be your Final Judgement for I am the White Reaper and your soul is mine to devour.
Well howdy there pardner.