Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2006 12:25:20 GMT -5
OOC: We had the RPs sent to us, the deadline was last night so i will post the RPs now.
A thick, grey line of clouds above covers up the sky, that was once clear enough for me to see the hundreds upon thousands of tiny stars that lit up the nights sky and caste their light down upon me. Like a blanket being placed over a deceased corpse the thick clouds slowly eclipses the bright source of light that is the moon as it is now out of my sight. As the clouds block out all source of natural light the surrounding area becomes darker and darker making it harder for me to see and with a heavy layer of fog appearing, my visibility becomes more and more limited. I bring my left hand out of the warmth of my pocket and instantly the sharp, freezing temperature hits my naked skin, as the air is bitterly cold. I place my hand out before me as I attempt to see how far I can see. Vaguely I can just about see my hand as well as the scars that encompass it. Similar to a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire, my left, thick-skinned hand is covered in many scars. For years I have lived with these scars, different in size and shape and nothing, not even this thick layer of fog and my limited amount of light can prevent my eyes from seeing each and every one of the red, morbid scars. My past.
I can’t hide them. I have come to terms with them. I have learned to live with them. They have become a part of me. My hand cannot stand much more exposure to the sheer coldness of the outside as I quickly place my hand deep into my pocket, returning to the warmth. My surroundings at this time are eerie, mysterious and leave me with a sense of the unknown, just like they have been my whole life. Everywhere I went, everywhere I was I was never sure of what was about to come. An insult? A chain? A fist? The thick lining of grey cloud parts for a split second or two as the moon manages to creep its way through the blockage and is able to caste its light down on the Earth as the universal symbol of Christianity suddenly hits my eye. The cross, a well known figure throughout the entire would stands before me and in my path stands God’s House. What thoughts run through my mind? Safety? Fear? Nothing. To me it’s nothing more than bricks and cement, a building that people look to as their place to admit to their sins. I advance.
As I walk into the unknown, as I am not sure what lies below me I feel the coldness bite my ears and sting my face as it hits me like a punch between the eyes. I’ve felt that before. A howling wind and the sound of my heavy boots walking along the gravel path are the only noises I pick up, anything else in my mind. Silence. I bring out my right hand and grab hold of the brass door handle. Freezing. I take a deep breath before entering as my breath can be seen leaving my mouth as my lungs exhale the air. I open the door. It makes a high-pitched noise as it opens, loud enough to make your eyes bleed. Many times I’ve bleed. My head tells me to walk forward by my heart tells me to keep out. Choices. Seems as though I’ve always made the wrong ones in life. I decide to listen to my head as I put my left leg forward and entire this sacred environment. My entire body feels as though I’ve entered a house on fire as I instantly feel the warmth that this building brings. The door closes behind me, slowly, until it closes with a thud, which echoes throughout.
I turn my head to see the door shut as I slowly bring my head back round as I look in front of me. What do I see? One long aisle, decorated with red carpet that leads all the way down to the altar where, erected is a solid concrete statue of Jesus. What am I thinking? Where am I? Why am I here? I don’t have the answers. I instinctively decided to proceed down the aisle, as it seems that is my only path. As I walk I remove both my scared hands from my pockets and begin to undo the buttons on my jacket. Slowly, one by one the buttons are undone. Slowly, one by one my feelings and emotions were undone throughout life until finally the jacket comes off. I place it on the pew. I never thought I’d be walking this walk, down a church aisle as my exposed arms show off the thicker scars that lay in the upper regions of my body. Finally I make it to the end of the aisle as I stare deep into the eyes of the concrete statue. I keep staring, as our eyes lock and neither of us blinks.
(Mumbles): He’s gonna crack. He’s gonna crack.
Suddenly I get the almightiest aching sensation in my forehead as my skull feels as though it’s going to crack into two. I take a hold of my head as I begin to lose my balance. I sway back and forth until I drop onto one knee, still clutching my head. Finally, I fall onto my second knee, as the pain gets worse. I scream. I pull chunks of brown hair out of my head as it slowly falls to the ground below. Determined to fight this pain, like I have done all my life I fight it. I pull harder on my hair, harder until it my skin rips. I cannot take this pain anymore. I scream. I take a hold of the mask and clutch it tightly. I try to fight it. This pain. Unbearable. Again I scream, tighter I pull. It tears. I fall. It falls.
Below a solid concrete statue I lay, face down.
Below a solid concrete statue it lays, face down.
The evolution begins.
A thick, grey line of clouds above covers up the sky, that was once clear enough for me to see the hundreds upon thousands of tiny stars that lit up the nights sky and caste their light down upon me. Like a blanket being placed over a deceased corpse the thick clouds slowly eclipses the bright source of light that is the moon as it is now out of my sight. As the clouds block out all source of natural light the surrounding area becomes darker and darker making it harder for me to see and with a heavy layer of fog appearing, my visibility becomes more and more limited. I bring my left hand out of the warmth of my pocket and instantly the sharp, freezing temperature hits my naked skin, as the air is bitterly cold. I place my hand out before me as I attempt to see how far I can see. Vaguely I can just about see my hand as well as the scars that encompass it. Similar to a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire, my left, thick-skinned hand is covered in many scars. For years I have lived with these scars, different in size and shape and nothing, not even this thick layer of fog and my limited amount of light can prevent my eyes from seeing each and every one of the red, morbid scars. My past.
I can’t hide them. I have come to terms with them. I have learned to live with them. They have become a part of me. My hand cannot stand much more exposure to the sheer coldness of the outside as I quickly place my hand deep into my pocket, returning to the warmth. My surroundings at this time are eerie, mysterious and leave me with a sense of the unknown, just like they have been my whole life. Everywhere I went, everywhere I was I was never sure of what was about to come. An insult? A chain? A fist? The thick lining of grey cloud parts for a split second or two as the moon manages to creep its way through the blockage and is able to caste its light down on the Earth as the universal symbol of Christianity suddenly hits my eye. The cross, a well known figure throughout the entire would stands before me and in my path stands God’s House. What thoughts run through my mind? Safety? Fear? Nothing. To me it’s nothing more than bricks and cement, a building that people look to as their place to admit to their sins. I advance.
As I walk into the unknown, as I am not sure what lies below me I feel the coldness bite my ears and sting my face as it hits me like a punch between the eyes. I’ve felt that before. A howling wind and the sound of my heavy boots walking along the gravel path are the only noises I pick up, anything else in my mind. Silence. I bring out my right hand and grab hold of the brass door handle. Freezing. I take a deep breath before entering as my breath can be seen leaving my mouth as my lungs exhale the air. I open the door. It makes a high-pitched noise as it opens, loud enough to make your eyes bleed. Many times I’ve bleed. My head tells me to walk forward by my heart tells me to keep out. Choices. Seems as though I’ve always made the wrong ones in life. I decide to listen to my head as I put my left leg forward and entire this sacred environment. My entire body feels as though I’ve entered a house on fire as I instantly feel the warmth that this building brings. The door closes behind me, slowly, until it closes with a thud, which echoes throughout.
I turn my head to see the door shut as I slowly bring my head back round as I look in front of me. What do I see? One long aisle, decorated with red carpet that leads all the way down to the altar where, erected is a solid concrete statue of Jesus. What am I thinking? Where am I? Why am I here? I don’t have the answers. I instinctively decided to proceed down the aisle, as it seems that is my only path. As I walk I remove both my scared hands from my pockets and begin to undo the buttons on my jacket. Slowly, one by one the buttons are undone. Slowly, one by one my feelings and emotions were undone throughout life until finally the jacket comes off. I place it on the pew. I never thought I’d be walking this walk, down a church aisle as my exposed arms show off the thicker scars that lay in the upper regions of my body. Finally I make it to the end of the aisle as I stare deep into the eyes of the concrete statue. I keep staring, as our eyes lock and neither of us blinks.
(Mumbles): He’s gonna crack. He’s gonna crack.Suddenly I get the almightiest aching sensation in my forehead as my skull feels as though it’s going to crack into two. I take a hold of my head as I begin to lose my balance. I sway back and forth until I drop onto one knee, still clutching my head. Finally, I fall onto my second knee, as the pain gets worse. I scream. I pull chunks of brown hair out of my head as it slowly falls to the ground below. Determined to fight this pain, like I have done all my life I fight it. I pull harder on my hair, harder until it my skin rips. I cannot take this pain anymore. I scream. I take a hold of the mask and clutch it tightly. I try to fight it. This pain. Unbearable. Again I scream, tighter I pull. It tears. I fall. It falls.
Below a solid concrete statue I lay, face down.
Below a solid concrete statue it lays, face down.
The evolution begins.
