Post by Revvie® on Nov 26, 2009 13:46:24 GMT -5
“Sometimes in a time of uncertainty there is only clarity in reliving the past, my past. I wonder if I can recall all the motions and the fluid poetry that was Reverend Shadow. In time there will surely be answers but until then, there is only an unwritten knowledge and a yearning to be apart of something bigger once again.”
The chanting echoed and I once again succumbed to the ecstasy that is being in the ring. As each fist bounced off his skull I could feel that splattering of blood upon my face. But truth was I was not in a ring, I was in the street and my opponent was not a champion nor a competitor but just a normal man with an attitude problem that I had abruptly adjusted. Mildly accidental, it matter not to law enforcement, I was locked up for a few days before making bail. It had been an anonymous person who had done it, I had to friends, family, or anything in between anymore. As the officer released all my stuff to me I noticed a small card with nothing on the front, I flipped it over to simply see the initials, “WFWF.” I quickly slipped the card into my pocket and threw my new leather duster over my body. I slumped over my body, a little bigger then me but snug. I threw the last bit of stuff into my pockets, keys, pocket watch, wallet, and my rosary. These days I had little need for faith but still felt safer if I didn’t completely abandon it. I scurried out of the building and hailed a cab.
I unlocked my door with the quick turn of the key, I had turned over my apartment for a house, something more permanent. The door screamed open and the floor gave way to its only conversation as I trampled through into the bathroom. I threw my stuff onto the counter and let my duster hang on a towel rack, which to be honest was beneath my normal routine but I was tired and quite dirty and my concerns were of more important things. I let loose the water from the faucet and waited as the water heated up, if it even did damn thing never seem to work. It cupped my hands and lunged them forward into my face and let my eyes creep open and gaze onto the mirror. I could see my self, but not the me as I knew. I was strung up upon a cross and a crown of barbed wire rest on my head. The a shooting pain hit me and I fell hard to the ground in agony. Something began to dripped from my forehead and I motioned my body to check it out and when my fingers reached my perception I knew it was blood. The pain was immense and it seemed to unreal. I thrashed about screaming for what seemed like hours but only stood as a minute or two at best before all the pain came to a halt. In an instant the pain subsided, then I felt a jolt. I jumped a bit before settling on the fact it had been my cell phone. I pulled it out and read the number, it simply said 444-444-4444, and in the name spot it read “Unknown Caller.” I flipped it open, “Hello,” my voice was still course from the screaming.
“W.F.W.F.,” then it was only static, my life was only static.
ooc: Nothing special, nothing horrible, just putting out a little something with the spare time I have.
-Jason Jadoa-
The chanting echoed and I once again succumbed to the ecstasy that is being in the ring. As each fist bounced off his skull I could feel that splattering of blood upon my face. But truth was I was not in a ring, I was in the street and my opponent was not a champion nor a competitor but just a normal man with an attitude problem that I had abruptly adjusted. Mildly accidental, it matter not to law enforcement, I was locked up for a few days before making bail. It had been an anonymous person who had done it, I had to friends, family, or anything in between anymore. As the officer released all my stuff to me I noticed a small card with nothing on the front, I flipped it over to simply see the initials, “WFWF.” I quickly slipped the card into my pocket and threw my new leather duster over my body. I slumped over my body, a little bigger then me but snug. I threw the last bit of stuff into my pockets, keys, pocket watch, wallet, and my rosary. These days I had little need for faith but still felt safer if I didn’t completely abandon it. I scurried out of the building and hailed a cab.
I unlocked my door with the quick turn of the key, I had turned over my apartment for a house, something more permanent. The door screamed open and the floor gave way to its only conversation as I trampled through into the bathroom. I threw my stuff onto the counter and let my duster hang on a towel rack, which to be honest was beneath my normal routine but I was tired and quite dirty and my concerns were of more important things. I let loose the water from the faucet and waited as the water heated up, if it even did damn thing never seem to work. It cupped my hands and lunged them forward into my face and let my eyes creep open and gaze onto the mirror. I could see my self, but not the me as I knew. I was strung up upon a cross and a crown of barbed wire rest on my head. The a shooting pain hit me and I fell hard to the ground in agony. Something began to dripped from my forehead and I motioned my body to check it out and when my fingers reached my perception I knew it was blood. The pain was immense and it seemed to unreal. I thrashed about screaming for what seemed like hours but only stood as a minute or two at best before all the pain came to a halt. In an instant the pain subsided, then I felt a jolt. I jumped a bit before settling on the fact it had been my cell phone. I pulled it out and read the number, it simply said 444-444-4444, and in the name spot it read “Unknown Caller.” I flipped it open, “Hello,” my voice was still course from the screaming.
“W.F.W.F.,” then it was only static, my life was only static.
ooc: Nothing special, nothing horrible, just putting out a little something with the spare time I have.
