Post by wblstudios on Apr 5, 2006 15:26:03 GMT -5
Director's note: this message will follow the "promo" style, instead of the traditional "narrative" style used with Ellis.
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I'll move the knife to show you of my cut
With the worst of truth from here
I drew no blood
So you're not as real just what I thought up
You're just a page I'll burn from a book
That has nothing to show
Of that once little boy we used to know
Am I killing you?
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Sometimes, when someone is pushed too far, when a lifetime of abuse comes crashing down all at one, things... change. People change. Or at least, feel the need to. Because staying in the certain situation would be the most painful thing in the world. Human nature is centered around one thought... make the pain go away. The pain of loneliness, the pain of being broke, the pain of living...
The camera slowly fades in on an all too familiar face, one covered in scars adorning pale, cold skin... and rain. Although the close-up, colse enough to detail the scars all over her cheeks, the sounds of rain can be heard, and the effects shown, matting the dull grey hair against her face, and hiding her eyes. Her voice, once heard as beautiful as an angel singing about a blood red summer she'd give you, now comes out in a cruel rasp, barely audible over the rain.
Ellis: Jack... more than anyone else, I have you to thank.
A thundercrack punctuates the scene, violent flash of lightning briefly illuminating what little background can be seen, an open field of some sort.
Ellis: I've been running for years. At first, I thought it was from my past. From the things that I can't remember... but these scars won't let me forget. Running from the mother and father, currently rotting in separate jails on separate coasts for separate charges, who did this to me. From whatever would force me to remember being chained up in a storage closet for 14 years, and only allowed to go out when father needed someone to make a 'drop-off'. Trying to run away... getting caught... being dragged back to my personal hell. Trying to run from not one, but two different adopted families, who scarred me as well... one woman who beat me and left me for dead in Nevada, and a married couple who completed a murder-suicide pack right in front of my eyes.
Her voice seems to soften slightly...
Ellis: But it took too long to see. I was running from life.
... but soon goes back to it's harsh rasp.
Ellis: They didn't 'rescue' a living body from that dumpster five years ago. They fished out a corpse. At first, I was uncomfortable with the idea, even refused to believe such things could exist. So for five years, I went on trying to live a normal life. Just consuming time until I died. Tossed from home to home. Now, these days, it all makes sense. Those voices, forcing me to cut, to draw my own blood, and occasionally the blood of others... those were the wailing souls of the damned. A lamenting chorus I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A PART OF YEARS AGO!
Ellis: Jack... when you assaulted me for no reason that night... you helped prove to me that nobody cares... for a little girl who died too soon. At 19, an age where most people are concentrating on college and starting a family, I was here, cutting the hell out of myself. Heh heh... cutting out hell... I wish I could...
A bony, scratched up hand with massive scars upon the underside of the wrist wipes the hair out of her face, revealing for the first time, but instead of shimmering violet, those eyes are a dead, dull gray... tombstone gray.
Ellis: I guess, in this uncomfortable enviroment, I have a lot of people to blame. Logan, for not giving me a chance to be booked this week and speak my mind, giving me a fair shot that my two teammates got... Ace, for posing as a friend, but sleeping with the enemy... Josephine, for coming here, and taking away the one thing that made me special here, being the only female wrestler in WCF history... JJ Biggs, for stealing what should have been my victory, and for not doing a damned thing when I was being assaulted... but Jack, when you laid me out on that ramp after what was supposed to be one of my greatest achievements... you helped unleash Everything Evil in me.
The camera starts a slow pan backwards, showing more of the scene than just her face... panning to show the area's not just a field, but an old graveyard, unkempt and sparsely populated by tombstones. Ellis, clad in a long cloak that blends in with the midnight sky, matted against her frame by the driving rain, almost seems to blend in with the darkness from the neck down.
Ellis: When I was lying there on the bathroom floor of my hotel room the night after Blast, cutting and slashing myself again and again, just wanting to forget the fact that nobody cared, I heard the cries... I heard the calls. And knowing that there was nobody here to hold on to, to care about... I answered them. No... I embraced them. They allowed everything evil in me to come out. And for once... for once, I feel okay. For the longest time, I wanted to feel human, to feel cared for... to feel loved. Now I feel dead and alone... but I've accepted it.
The frail, sable-clad figure's stone-gray glare is broken as she turns away from the camera, damp grey hair blowing in the sudden wind.
Ellis: I'll settle for that.
The figure slowly walks off into the darkness as the camera slowly fades out...
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wait, now, here when will you believe?
me i'm merely asking you to help me when did i say to murder?
wait, now, here, please hear me out
time consumer, time consuming, consume me
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~Ellis
Lyrics to "The Lying Lies and Dirty Secrets of Miss Erica Court" and "Time Consumer" courtesy of Coheed and Cambria.
---
I'll move the knife to show you of my cut
With the worst of truth from here
I drew no blood
So you're not as real just what I thought up
You're just a page I'll burn from a book
That has nothing to show
Of that once little boy we used to know
Am I killing you?
---
Sometimes, when someone is pushed too far, when a lifetime of abuse comes crashing down all at one, things... change. People change. Or at least, feel the need to. Because staying in the certain situation would be the most painful thing in the world. Human nature is centered around one thought... make the pain go away. The pain of loneliness, the pain of being broke, the pain of living...
The camera slowly fades in on an all too familiar face, one covered in scars adorning pale, cold skin... and rain. Although the close-up, colse enough to detail the scars all over her cheeks, the sounds of rain can be heard, and the effects shown, matting the dull grey hair against her face, and hiding her eyes. Her voice, once heard as beautiful as an angel singing about a blood red summer she'd give you, now comes out in a cruel rasp, barely audible over the rain.
Ellis: Jack... more than anyone else, I have you to thank.
A thundercrack punctuates the scene, violent flash of lightning briefly illuminating what little background can be seen, an open field of some sort.
Ellis: I've been running for years. At first, I thought it was from my past. From the things that I can't remember... but these scars won't let me forget. Running from the mother and father, currently rotting in separate jails on separate coasts for separate charges, who did this to me. From whatever would force me to remember being chained up in a storage closet for 14 years, and only allowed to go out when father needed someone to make a 'drop-off'. Trying to run away... getting caught... being dragged back to my personal hell. Trying to run from not one, but two different adopted families, who scarred me as well... one woman who beat me and left me for dead in Nevada, and a married couple who completed a murder-suicide pack right in front of my eyes.
Her voice seems to soften slightly...
Ellis: But it took too long to see. I was running from life.
... but soon goes back to it's harsh rasp.
Ellis: They didn't 'rescue' a living body from that dumpster five years ago. They fished out a corpse. At first, I was uncomfortable with the idea, even refused to believe such things could exist. So for five years, I went on trying to live a normal life. Just consuming time until I died. Tossed from home to home. Now, these days, it all makes sense. Those voices, forcing me to cut, to draw my own blood, and occasionally the blood of others... those were the wailing souls of the damned. A lamenting chorus I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A PART OF YEARS AGO!
Ellis: Jack... when you assaulted me for no reason that night... you helped prove to me that nobody cares... for a little girl who died too soon. At 19, an age where most people are concentrating on college and starting a family, I was here, cutting the hell out of myself. Heh heh... cutting out hell... I wish I could...
A bony, scratched up hand with massive scars upon the underside of the wrist wipes the hair out of her face, revealing for the first time, but instead of shimmering violet, those eyes are a dead, dull gray... tombstone gray.
Ellis: I guess, in this uncomfortable enviroment, I have a lot of people to blame. Logan, for not giving me a chance to be booked this week and speak my mind, giving me a fair shot that my two teammates got... Ace, for posing as a friend, but sleeping with the enemy... Josephine, for coming here, and taking away the one thing that made me special here, being the only female wrestler in WCF history... JJ Biggs, for stealing what should have been my victory, and for not doing a damned thing when I was being assaulted... but Jack, when you laid me out on that ramp after what was supposed to be one of my greatest achievements... you helped unleash Everything Evil in me.
The camera starts a slow pan backwards, showing more of the scene than just her face... panning to show the area's not just a field, but an old graveyard, unkempt and sparsely populated by tombstones. Ellis, clad in a long cloak that blends in with the midnight sky, matted against her frame by the driving rain, almost seems to blend in with the darkness from the neck down.
Ellis: When I was lying there on the bathroom floor of my hotel room the night after Blast, cutting and slashing myself again and again, just wanting to forget the fact that nobody cared, I heard the cries... I heard the calls. And knowing that there was nobody here to hold on to, to care about... I answered them. No... I embraced them. They allowed everything evil in me to come out. And for once... for once, I feel okay. For the longest time, I wanted to feel human, to feel cared for... to feel loved. Now I feel dead and alone... but I've accepted it.
The frail, sable-clad figure's stone-gray glare is broken as she turns away from the camera, damp grey hair blowing in the sudden wind.
Ellis: I'll settle for that.
The figure slowly walks off into the darkness as the camera slowly fades out...
---
wait, now, here when will you believe?
me i'm merely asking you to help me when did i say to murder?
wait, now, here, please hear me out
time consumer, time consuming, consume me
---
~Ellis
Lyrics to "The Lying Lies and Dirty Secrets of Miss Erica Court" and "Time Consumer" courtesy of Coheed and Cambria.
