Post by flaps2 on Jan 10, 2007 23:24:41 GMT -5
(The scene opens to the sight of an inner city skyline where a golden sun suspends over a vast sea of sky scrapers that go out for as far as can be seen. The sun begins to slowly descend as it taints the clear sky orange. Blinding reflections of light come off from windows on the corners of some of the buildings. One skyscraper stands a slightly longer distance away from the others with a two lane road leading toward it laced with rows of trees and flowers on either side blocking out the sight of what lay beyond. The road comes to an end a circle of cement creates a turn and drop off area at the foot of the tower and in the middle of this space stands a large grey stoned three tier water fountain that has subtle flows of water trickling down it to its base. The face of the skyscraper is covered completely by panels of dark one way glass which reflect the city on them without showing what is inside.)
?????: There is always something to hide…..we all have something to hide. A truth that uncovers who we really are, what we’re really planning to do as soon as others look away….
(The higher up the structure more of the area around is shown, behind the beautiful rows of vegetation by the road is a flattened area of dirt where diggers, cranes and men wearing yellow hardhats wonder about laying out the area for ready for the construction they plan to do. On the inside of the building on the very top floor a man stands with his forehead lent against the glass starring down at the scene below. The man stands in an area of light that enters through the window, using the markings of the window panels the light creates a black chequered silhouette pattern half way across the floor. At the point where this pattern ends a single brown leather chair is placed in front of a half illuminated chess board, the other half of which leads into an area of the room completely covered by shadow.)
?????:……but my truth is that through all that has come or now cometh toward me….I can only get through it alone.
(The man pulls his head away from the glass showing himself to be the WFWF hall of famer Johnny ‘The Movie Man’ Michaels.)
Michaels: I rose to the top, I stood on the summit to see all around but for all that time I was trapped there, just an infatuation for others, a shoulder some once hoped to stand against or one others plotted to stick a knife in….but that person…that person was not meant to be me, I was just invited to this party by mistake.
(Michaels looks down at the construction area below.)
Michaels: Now I meet a liar. Not unlike myself he pretends to be something he is not. A man who creates explosions, blood splattering cuts, broken bones and acts of self destruction in an attempt to make people see him as one who does not truly care when really, deep inside, he longs to be what I was. He longs to be adored and excepted by the same people he claims to not give a certain impolite term about…..in a way he is nothing more then a common thief, using his plan to shock and gain sympathy from others getting them right where he wants them before sneaking away with something that he knows he is not rightly entitled too.
(Michaels slowly steps back from the window.)
Michaels: What you do does not make you worthy, dressing in bloodied and tattered clothing does not make you a rebel, having your blood splattered on the walls does not make you dangerous, sending your body through sheets of glass does not so dedication and using this as a distraction from your petty thievery does not make you worthy of distinction…. Now think to yourself, am I the dead walking or am I just to hard for you to kill? Either way you already told me too much, even with your persona you associated me with horror, are you already afraid of me? Are you scared that I know you plan, that a kink in the works, a fly in the ointment, I’m the one who could break you down and ruin the path your on…...I don’t aim to do that, like I said I wasn’t meant to be here anyway. I myself am on my way down, this does not surprise or worry me, my descending is my decision.
(Michaels reaches into his pocket and from it pulls out a thin silver chain with a small round locket on the end. He dangles the chain in front of his face watching it for a few seconds as the light makes it sparkle, then slowly with his free hand he opens it to revile a picture inside. A small photo graphic showing a younger looking Michaels holding his baby son in his arms whilst a brown haired female is leant on Michaels shoulder wearing a wedding ring that matches one Michaels wears in the photograph.)
Michaels: I’m starting to find the broken shards of glass that make up a mirror that I finally hope will show myself to me. It takes something extreme to make you understand what is really important to you and that has already happened to me. I have grown tired of standing at the top, forever looking at the outside but never being able to be there, never being able to be free…..but I want to be free.
(Michaels closes the locket and slowly places it back into his pocket before walking toward the window and once again resting his forehead on it.)
Michaels: Don’t pretend to be something that you are not just for the little gains it may bring otherwise you’ll end up like I, trapt in a skyscraper with a hundred floors between you and freedom but each one contains another person who wants to be the one to take you down so they can stand where you once did…..after all despite my warning the man I face is just another one who is trying to stop me, a face in a crowd that still believes that their face has a purpose but to me it does not, I won’t stop trying to get free until I reach the few people I truly care about…..
(Michaels slams his fist hard against the window before speaking with little more then a whisper.)
Michaels:…..I want out….
(Michaels begins to breathe heavily as he speakers getting louder with each word.)
Michaels: This is not what I wanted, I was never meant to be here, I know there must, there had to be a time when things were right. But now I’m stuck in this place, this place that forces me into what is really a fight for my life, a life I don’t know if I can save but I know I have to try. I’ll get through this and not let anyone get in my way…..
(Michaels yells at loudly tensing his arm so the veins in it press tightly against his skin.)
Michaels: I want out!
(Michaels now swings his arm back and again slams his fist against the window, this time the impact of the blow causes a small crack in the glass chipping a tiny fragment from it. The piece that drops off leaves a hole through with the sun rays from the outside break though letting the full extent of the light into the room. Michaels slows down his breathing and kneels down to look through hole before speaking again.)
Michaels:…..soon.
(A few seconds pass by before a chess piece on the chess tables moves and a voice in the dark speaks.)
?????: Your move.
(Johnny Michaels takes a deep sigh before smiling and getting to back to his upright were he speaks quietly.)
Michaels: Yippee-ki-yay motherf…….
(Michaels stops mid word before walking over to the empty leather chair and sitting down to continue a game of chess as the scene fades out.)
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?????: There is always something to hide…..we all have something to hide. A truth that uncovers who we really are, what we’re really planning to do as soon as others look away….
(The higher up the structure more of the area around is shown, behind the beautiful rows of vegetation by the road is a flattened area of dirt where diggers, cranes and men wearing yellow hardhats wonder about laying out the area for ready for the construction they plan to do. On the inside of the building on the very top floor a man stands with his forehead lent against the glass starring down at the scene below. The man stands in an area of light that enters through the window, using the markings of the window panels the light creates a black chequered silhouette pattern half way across the floor. At the point where this pattern ends a single brown leather chair is placed in front of a half illuminated chess board, the other half of which leads into an area of the room completely covered by shadow.)
?????:……but my truth is that through all that has come or now cometh toward me….I can only get through it alone.
(The man pulls his head away from the glass showing himself to be the WFWF hall of famer Johnny ‘The Movie Man’ Michaels.)
Michaels: I rose to the top, I stood on the summit to see all around but for all that time I was trapped there, just an infatuation for others, a shoulder some once hoped to stand against or one others plotted to stick a knife in….but that person…that person was not meant to be me, I was just invited to this party by mistake.
(Michaels looks down at the construction area below.)
Michaels: Now I meet a liar. Not unlike myself he pretends to be something he is not. A man who creates explosions, blood splattering cuts, broken bones and acts of self destruction in an attempt to make people see him as one who does not truly care when really, deep inside, he longs to be what I was. He longs to be adored and excepted by the same people he claims to not give a certain impolite term about…..in a way he is nothing more then a common thief, using his plan to shock and gain sympathy from others getting them right where he wants them before sneaking away with something that he knows he is not rightly entitled too.
(Michaels slowly steps back from the window.)
Michaels: What you do does not make you worthy, dressing in bloodied and tattered clothing does not make you a rebel, having your blood splattered on the walls does not make you dangerous, sending your body through sheets of glass does not so dedication and using this as a distraction from your petty thievery does not make you worthy of distinction…. Now think to yourself, am I the dead walking or am I just to hard for you to kill? Either way you already told me too much, even with your persona you associated me with horror, are you already afraid of me? Are you scared that I know you plan, that a kink in the works, a fly in the ointment, I’m the one who could break you down and ruin the path your on…...I don’t aim to do that, like I said I wasn’t meant to be here anyway. I myself am on my way down, this does not surprise or worry me, my descending is my decision.
(Michaels reaches into his pocket and from it pulls out a thin silver chain with a small round locket on the end. He dangles the chain in front of his face watching it for a few seconds as the light makes it sparkle, then slowly with his free hand he opens it to revile a picture inside. A small photo graphic showing a younger looking Michaels holding his baby son in his arms whilst a brown haired female is leant on Michaels shoulder wearing a wedding ring that matches one Michaels wears in the photograph.)
Michaels: I’m starting to find the broken shards of glass that make up a mirror that I finally hope will show myself to me. It takes something extreme to make you understand what is really important to you and that has already happened to me. I have grown tired of standing at the top, forever looking at the outside but never being able to be there, never being able to be free…..but I want to be free.
(Michaels closes the locket and slowly places it back into his pocket before walking toward the window and once again resting his forehead on it.)
Michaels: Don’t pretend to be something that you are not just for the little gains it may bring otherwise you’ll end up like I, trapt in a skyscraper with a hundred floors between you and freedom but each one contains another person who wants to be the one to take you down so they can stand where you once did…..after all despite my warning the man I face is just another one who is trying to stop me, a face in a crowd that still believes that their face has a purpose but to me it does not, I won’t stop trying to get free until I reach the few people I truly care about…..
(Michaels slams his fist hard against the window before speaking with little more then a whisper.)
Michaels:…..I want out….
(Michaels begins to breathe heavily as he speakers getting louder with each word.)
Michaels: This is not what I wanted, I was never meant to be here, I know there must, there had to be a time when things were right. But now I’m stuck in this place, this place that forces me into what is really a fight for my life, a life I don’t know if I can save but I know I have to try. I’ll get through this and not let anyone get in my way…..
(Michaels yells at loudly tensing his arm so the veins in it press tightly against his skin.)
Michaels: I want out!
(Michaels now swings his arm back and again slams his fist against the window, this time the impact of the blow causes a small crack in the glass chipping a tiny fragment from it. The piece that drops off leaves a hole through with the sun rays from the outside break though letting the full extent of the light into the room. Michaels slows down his breathing and kneels down to look through hole before speaking again.)
Michaels:…..soon.
(A few seconds pass by before a chess piece on the chess tables moves and a voice in the dark speaks.)
?????: Your move.
(Johnny Michaels takes a deep sigh before smiling and getting to back to his upright were he speaks quietly.)
Michaels: Yippee-ki-yay motherf…….
(Michaels stops mid word before walking over to the empty leather chair and sitting down to continue a game of chess as the scene fades out.)
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OOC: Rushed again :-/ didn't really think much about doing an RP until eariler today. The chess thing has a point which will be seen on the show if I get it written tonight without falling asleep. I'll apologise for typos now since I haven't had chance to pre-read it.
