Post by Drakz on Mar 28, 2008 10:22:14 GMT -5
The sound of snow crunching under foot is the only noise that makes the surroundings seem even slightly alive. All of the sound from the landscape is swallowed by the great white mass that has fallen here. A thick blanket of it smothers the baron hill side, suffocating every tree, every rock, every blade of grass. The sun's rays beat down with great intensity but the snow defies logic and stays firm.
Each footstep leaves a thick print in the white ground, the only thing distorting it's perfect surface. Walking this lonely land is a human (barely,) with little regard for his well being as he ventures through the tundra like conditions in nothing but a pair of trousers and a hooded tracksuit top. His face is obscured not only by his hood but a gas mask as well, almost as a fail safe should his hood blow down. Whether the mask's purpose is solely that of disguise or whether it is there to help the figure's breathing is unclear but either way the glass surrounding his eyes has begun to frost. Behind the mask though, behind the frost, from deep inside his head, a voice calls out as though it were begging for attention.
This ignorance can only last so long my friend. I'm going to break you. Don't get to thinking you're invulnerable because I think both you and I know differently. Hold on did I just refer to you as a different person? Perhaps I should from now on, perhaps you aren't even a part of me.
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You the strong and silent type then sugar plum? HA!
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I've got to say I'm more of a fan of 2 way conversation. Can you have a 1 way conversation? Anyone would think I was mad just talking to myself like this, you wouldn't want everyone to think that would you? I guess you don't really care while you're in control of my mouth, not that you make much use of it. Go on mate give us it back.
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HAHA you never know just asking could have worked. Where the hell are we anyway? You're not doing the best job of looking after my beautiful body, you could at least have put a jacket on, or a scarf even. Didn't your mother teach you anything? You even got a mother? Doubt it. I'm not even sure if that's possible. In fact who the hell are you?
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Come on man these silence games are getting really boring now, you don't fancy even giving me a slight clue as to what the hell is going on?
There is no answer and the masked figure merely picks up his pace, trudging through the powder with great force. As he continues on steam blasts out of his breathing apparatus as though he were a walking, but not talking chimney. The plain landscape of the hill suddenly becomes distorted by a wooden shack that appears from behind a group of trees. Its only visible window is steamed right up with ice bordering the frame. On the other side of the window nothing can be seen as the curtain is drawn tightly shut. Clearly this place is not welcoming visitors with open arms.
You meeting a friend?
The masked man continues on until he reaches the hut's door which he raps upon very firmly before walking right inside. The contents of the hut is far from expected, numerous oriental looking people lie around the sweaty hut, some leaning against the wall, others are flat out on their backs. At one end of the room sits a small gas heater that has transformed this place into a sauna of filth. Only one person in the hut seems to have any kind of conciousness about him, he also appears to be the oldest and by quite a way. His face has been carved out with age, wrinkles map out his lines of expression although right now he has neither a smile nor a frown for the man who has just entered the room. He sucks on his wooden pipe and the cluster of herbs that lie in its dish burn with a fiery orange. His lips don't part from the pipe as he billows clouds of smoke from his shriveled nostrils before drawing once more upon it. He then sets the pipe down on the table next to him and smiles, pushing the smoke out of the gaps in between his stained and some what mismatched teeth.
I enjoy your company my friend.
So you've got a friend then, strange I don't recall ever seeing this man before.
Don't get me wrong I enjoy the company of all of these people but you brother bring me the most money each time you visit.
Oh so he doesn't really like you then. Gutter. I thought we had maybe made a breakthrough here and you weren't this lone ranger that you are trying so hard to be.
It's just a shame you don't visit as often as the rest of my friends. I understand though, you purchase in bulk so you don't have to visit too often, after all I am a long way from home for you no?
The leather skinned man slides open the draw and pulls out a package wrapped up in brown paper and string. How traditional. He then holds the bundle up to the masked figure who reaches out to take it but it is pulled away. The elder smiles another toothy grin and holds out his free hand as if to ask for something in return. The anonymous nods his head before taking a wad of notes from his pocket and handing them over.
Hold on a second, where did you get all that from, I haven't seen you do anything to earn a penny.
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The old man now happy to hand over the package picks up his pipe once more and goes to puff upon it but nothing happens. The masked man turns to leave the hut and throws the elderly man a light as he does.
Won't you stay for tea?
The anonymous shakes his head.
I have business
The oriental male nods and raises an eyebrow in acceptance as he draws on his carved pipe once again. The door opens and through it the masked man leaves, back out into the freezing conditions of the wilderness.
So what was that? What did you just buy off him? You might as well tell me it's not as though I can do anything about it is it.
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So it was child porn? You come all the way out here to buy candid photos of kids getting f*cked? Jesus you're more twisted that I imagined.
Silence! Your ramblings will be the death of me!
Ooooooh so there is hope.
What I buy is my business and mine alone.
Which technically makes it mine as well.
I would kill you if it didn't mean suicide! The contents of that package keep you under control. It keeps you from the real world and it keeps me rooted here. Whilst there is still a shred of it on the face of this earth I own you!
Care to tell me what “it” is?
Not in the slightest however I will inform you that we fight again in a few days time. I am only telling you this to avoid any further questions on the matter not because we have any kind of connection.
Why are we fighting?
I said no further questions.
What is this? You sound like a defence attorney.
ARGH! We fight because we need to live. I fight so I can keep you in my control. You fight because you have no choice and you will do it again and again and again until I decide otherwise. I'm not doing this to prove myself I'm doing this because it is all your worthless body is good for. You were made to fight and if that is the only way I can continue to feed my hunger then so be it!
Your hunger?
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Silence.......How unexpected.
Each footstep leaves a thick print in the white ground, the only thing distorting it's perfect surface. Walking this lonely land is a human (barely,) with little regard for his well being as he ventures through the tundra like conditions in nothing but a pair of trousers and a hooded tracksuit top. His face is obscured not only by his hood but a gas mask as well, almost as a fail safe should his hood blow down. Whether the mask's purpose is solely that of disguise or whether it is there to help the figure's breathing is unclear but either way the glass surrounding his eyes has begun to frost. Behind the mask though, behind the frost, from deep inside his head, a voice calls out as though it were begging for attention.
This ignorance can only last so long my friend. I'm going to break you. Don't get to thinking you're invulnerable because I think both you and I know differently. Hold on did I just refer to you as a different person? Perhaps I should from now on, perhaps you aren't even a part of me.
...............................
You the strong and silent type then sugar plum? HA!
..............................
I've got to say I'm more of a fan of 2 way conversation. Can you have a 1 way conversation? Anyone would think I was mad just talking to myself like this, you wouldn't want everyone to think that would you? I guess you don't really care while you're in control of my mouth, not that you make much use of it. Go on mate give us it back.
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HAHA you never know just asking could have worked. Where the hell are we anyway? You're not doing the best job of looking after my beautiful body, you could at least have put a jacket on, or a scarf even. Didn't your mother teach you anything? You even got a mother? Doubt it. I'm not even sure if that's possible. In fact who the hell are you?
..........................
Come on man these silence games are getting really boring now, you don't fancy even giving me a slight clue as to what the hell is going on?
There is no answer and the masked figure merely picks up his pace, trudging through the powder with great force. As he continues on steam blasts out of his breathing apparatus as though he were a walking, but not talking chimney. The plain landscape of the hill suddenly becomes distorted by a wooden shack that appears from behind a group of trees. Its only visible window is steamed right up with ice bordering the frame. On the other side of the window nothing can be seen as the curtain is drawn tightly shut. Clearly this place is not welcoming visitors with open arms.
You meeting a friend?
The masked man continues on until he reaches the hut's door which he raps upon very firmly before walking right inside. The contents of the hut is far from expected, numerous oriental looking people lie around the sweaty hut, some leaning against the wall, others are flat out on their backs. At one end of the room sits a small gas heater that has transformed this place into a sauna of filth. Only one person in the hut seems to have any kind of conciousness about him, he also appears to be the oldest and by quite a way. His face has been carved out with age, wrinkles map out his lines of expression although right now he has neither a smile nor a frown for the man who has just entered the room. He sucks on his wooden pipe and the cluster of herbs that lie in its dish burn with a fiery orange. His lips don't part from the pipe as he billows clouds of smoke from his shriveled nostrils before drawing once more upon it. He then sets the pipe down on the table next to him and smiles, pushing the smoke out of the gaps in between his stained and some what mismatched teeth.
I enjoy your company my friend.
So you've got a friend then, strange I don't recall ever seeing this man before.
Don't get me wrong I enjoy the company of all of these people but you brother bring me the most money each time you visit.
Oh so he doesn't really like you then. Gutter. I thought we had maybe made a breakthrough here and you weren't this lone ranger that you are trying so hard to be.
It's just a shame you don't visit as often as the rest of my friends. I understand though, you purchase in bulk so you don't have to visit too often, after all I am a long way from home for you no?
The leather skinned man slides open the draw and pulls out a package wrapped up in brown paper and string. How traditional. He then holds the bundle up to the masked figure who reaches out to take it but it is pulled away. The elder smiles another toothy grin and holds out his free hand as if to ask for something in return. The anonymous nods his head before taking a wad of notes from his pocket and handing them over.
Hold on a second, where did you get all that from, I haven't seen you do anything to earn a penny.
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The old man now happy to hand over the package picks up his pipe once more and goes to puff upon it but nothing happens. The masked man turns to leave the hut and throws the elderly man a light as he does.
Won't you stay for tea?
The anonymous shakes his head.
I have business
The oriental male nods and raises an eyebrow in acceptance as he draws on his carved pipe once again. The door opens and through it the masked man leaves, back out into the freezing conditions of the wilderness.
So what was that? What did you just buy off him? You might as well tell me it's not as though I can do anything about it is it.
.............................
So it was child porn? You come all the way out here to buy candid photos of kids getting f*cked? Jesus you're more twisted that I imagined.
Silence! Your ramblings will be the death of me!
Ooooooh so there is hope.
What I buy is my business and mine alone.
Which technically makes it mine as well.
I would kill you if it didn't mean suicide! The contents of that package keep you under control. It keeps you from the real world and it keeps me rooted here. Whilst there is still a shred of it on the face of this earth I own you!
Care to tell me what “it” is?
Not in the slightest however I will inform you that we fight again in a few days time. I am only telling you this to avoid any further questions on the matter not because we have any kind of connection.
Why are we fighting?
I said no further questions.
What is this? You sound like a defence attorney.
ARGH! We fight because we need to live. I fight so I can keep you in my control. You fight because you have no choice and you will do it again and again and again until I decide otherwise. I'm not doing this to prove myself I'm doing this because it is all your worthless body is good for. You were made to fight and if that is the only way I can continue to feed my hunger then so be it!
Your hunger?
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Silence.......How unexpected.
