Post by wblstudios on May 3, 2006 16:19:01 GMT -5
Evening began to fall over the city as a short detour led down a country road, something out of the lighter part of Americana as a piece of the darker part stared out of the passenger side of a shiny new jet-black P.T. Crusier that wedged itself between a tractor and a bale of hay, being dwarfed by both. Kikyo-chan hopped out first, keeping the keys in her tiny little hand as she popped open the trunk, pulling out a battery-powered lap-top and setting up her wireless satellite connection. She judged she had maybe a half hour of juice left, and the wide open plains should provide a strong enough signal for her to connect. If the Sirius radio signal wasn't effected in this area, the wireless web should have been fine.
Ellis stepped out a few minutes later, forcing herself out of the cold, cruel world inside her mind as she took a good look at the PT Cruiser for the first time. Very classy, a jet black, sleek improvement over the Dodge she'd been toting around since she left the Dojo and came to the WCF. When Kikyo went all out, she went all out. She'd even went as far as to put a Coheed and Cambria reference as the licence plate 'number'.
Ellis' attention was diverted back to the laptop, as some courteous soul had uploaded Hughes' latest diatribe to Youtube. Kikyo left Ellis to read Hughes' words as she went over to the main house to speak to the farmer about filming.
Ellis' hand went for the boxcutter in her pocket again as she heard every angry, searing word from this man who hadn't proved himself in even the least way. As he went for the easiest button to press, the PPV match. Although Kikyo was always quick to bring up that technically Ellis didn't lose, the corpse girl knew better. Knew that this would be a bitter pill to swallow. That even though after finally catching up to Ace in the back during the Cairo/Outcast match, she'd gotten revenge in a way that was so powerful, Ace even refused to speak about it to his seductress partner Josephine. But Jack still had that title, and seemed to be having a grand fucking time with it. And she had nothing.
Save it for the promo, she thought to herself. Save it for the world.
Kikyo, as her cheerful expression always did, broke Ellis out of the darker reaches of her own mind as she ran back down the road.
"Good news, Ellis! The farmer's grandson is a big fan of the WCF, and not only did he say we could shoot in his attic, but he also said since he got his new tractor, that there's something he'd like to donate to you."
"Donate?"
"Well, I figured... if you're going to be Death... you might as well have a..."
---
Fade in on an old, creaking attic, one of those old forboding places filled with articles whose origins nobody could remember, but nobody is willing to throw away. Possibly for sentimental value, or the Antique's Roadshow way to quick cash. Possibly because nobody wants to disturb the spirits attached to the relics that, while taking up dust now, meant all and the world to someone.
A lone window has been nailed shut, blocking these dead treasures from the light as a lone figure, quater-illuminated by a ceiling-dangling bulb that refused to stay still, cradled itself in the corner. Cold dead eyes able to pierce even the darkness alone, but the weakened light serving to illuminate a new wrinkle in her darkness... glinting off the light of a massive blade cradled in her arms. Much after the namesake she believed she was becoming, she cradled the scythe in her arms, it's length matching her height, it's blade dripping in unison with the cut on her forehead. Eyes barely hidden by her pale grey locks, but regardless, that cold cruel stare held firm as her death's rattle made itself known.
"So dear Ambellina has come about to begin the Crowing. Funny... for the longest time, I always believed that in the canon, I'd be Coheed. The monster... Monstar, technically... that would crush and destroy myself along with everyone else. But seeing the tiny angel that was sent to watch over me, I have to believe myself as Claudio. The one destined to accept this power inside myself, the power to tear the universe asunder.
"Jack... you know damned well that this thing between us isn't over. Although I wish to Heaven's Fence that it was. I've not become this being of madness you want me to. I've still got a few shreds of my humanity left, and with her help, I plan to sow those into my chest so that they only way they can be taken away is to rip out my unbeating heart. Because if I ever get to that point, the point where I wish to succumb to whatever you think I'm supposed to be... I'd rather end this existance. And now I have a way..."
The gaze remains unbroken as Ellis slides one cradling arm to the scythe's blade, knicking her pointer finger and breaking the skin as she traces the blade, before pointing that dripping finger at the viewer.
"Now I'm involved in some great distraction. King Nothing, in all his idiot glory, has tried to sever all ties that hold us all together by going the route of tossing everyone to the fates. And so three people are shoved in the reaper's way, three more souls to sever before the coming of the end I'm destined to bring.
"Biggs, I was forced to team with you on two occasions. And the last time we teamed together, you cost me a victory. As your shoulders were pinned to that mat, our partnership ended, but if fate has decided that we're to come face to face again, maybe I shouldn't have let it die.
"Cairo. You're apparently starting to feel the curse this Heavyweight title is bringing upon those who've touched it this year. Logan won it, and now he's 'trapped' in a position he can't properly utilize. Reckless Jack won it, and he's more than given up on himself. Victor Taylor won it, and now his future is more than uncertain than a ride off into a blood-red sunset. Enjoy your curse, Cairo. I know, for the first time since my personal Crowing, I'm enjoying mine.
"And that brings me to the man placed closest to my position, the Feature Presentation, who comes rolling into the main event with a world's view of a local talent. It's easy enough to deflate anything if you have a sharp enough object. But I warn you... Ace found this out after Payback. If you dare place your hands on the one sent from the Prise to watch over me, death will be the greatest gift I could bestow on you.
"Another night, another distraction. Let the harvest begin... and may the Blades fall where they may."
Fade out
---
Ellis sighed a heavy sigh as the light of the camera's glare dimmed, and recording stopped. Rubbing her trickling hand on her pants leg, she looked past the handheld camcorder, at the little one behind it, and the elderly farmer standing in the background.
"Well... was that good? I didn't have a script..."
The two could only stare...
---
~Ellis
Ellis stepped out a few minutes later, forcing herself out of the cold, cruel world inside her mind as she took a good look at the PT Cruiser for the first time. Very classy, a jet black, sleek improvement over the Dodge she'd been toting around since she left the Dojo and came to the WCF. When Kikyo went all out, she went all out. She'd even went as far as to put a Coheed and Cambria reference as the licence plate 'number'.
Ellis' attention was diverted back to the laptop, as some courteous soul had uploaded Hughes' latest diatribe to Youtube. Kikyo left Ellis to read Hughes' words as she went over to the main house to speak to the farmer about filming.
Ellis' hand went for the boxcutter in her pocket again as she heard every angry, searing word from this man who hadn't proved himself in even the least way. As he went for the easiest button to press, the PPV match. Although Kikyo was always quick to bring up that technically Ellis didn't lose, the corpse girl knew better. Knew that this would be a bitter pill to swallow. That even though after finally catching up to Ace in the back during the Cairo/Outcast match, she'd gotten revenge in a way that was so powerful, Ace even refused to speak about it to his seductress partner Josephine. But Jack still had that title, and seemed to be having a grand fucking time with it. And she had nothing.
Save it for the promo, she thought to herself. Save it for the world.
Kikyo, as her cheerful expression always did, broke Ellis out of the darker reaches of her own mind as she ran back down the road.
"Good news, Ellis! The farmer's grandson is a big fan of the WCF, and not only did he say we could shoot in his attic, but he also said since he got his new tractor, that there's something he'd like to donate to you."
"Donate?"
"Well, I figured... if you're going to be Death... you might as well have a..."
---
Fade in on an old, creaking attic, one of those old forboding places filled with articles whose origins nobody could remember, but nobody is willing to throw away. Possibly for sentimental value, or the Antique's Roadshow way to quick cash. Possibly because nobody wants to disturb the spirits attached to the relics that, while taking up dust now, meant all and the world to someone.
A lone window has been nailed shut, blocking these dead treasures from the light as a lone figure, quater-illuminated by a ceiling-dangling bulb that refused to stay still, cradled itself in the corner. Cold dead eyes able to pierce even the darkness alone, but the weakened light serving to illuminate a new wrinkle in her darkness... glinting off the light of a massive blade cradled in her arms. Much after the namesake she believed she was becoming, she cradled the scythe in her arms, it's length matching her height, it's blade dripping in unison with the cut on her forehead. Eyes barely hidden by her pale grey locks, but regardless, that cold cruel stare held firm as her death's rattle made itself known.
"So dear Ambellina has come about to begin the Crowing. Funny... for the longest time, I always believed that in the canon, I'd be Coheed. The monster... Monstar, technically... that would crush and destroy myself along with everyone else. But seeing the tiny angel that was sent to watch over me, I have to believe myself as Claudio. The one destined to accept this power inside myself, the power to tear the universe asunder.
"Jack... you know damned well that this thing between us isn't over. Although I wish to Heaven's Fence that it was. I've not become this being of madness you want me to. I've still got a few shreds of my humanity left, and with her help, I plan to sow those into my chest so that they only way they can be taken away is to rip out my unbeating heart. Because if I ever get to that point, the point where I wish to succumb to whatever you think I'm supposed to be... I'd rather end this existance. And now I have a way..."
The gaze remains unbroken as Ellis slides one cradling arm to the scythe's blade, knicking her pointer finger and breaking the skin as she traces the blade, before pointing that dripping finger at the viewer.
"Now I'm involved in some great distraction. King Nothing, in all his idiot glory, has tried to sever all ties that hold us all together by going the route of tossing everyone to the fates. And so three people are shoved in the reaper's way, three more souls to sever before the coming of the end I'm destined to bring.
"Biggs, I was forced to team with you on two occasions. And the last time we teamed together, you cost me a victory. As your shoulders were pinned to that mat, our partnership ended, but if fate has decided that we're to come face to face again, maybe I shouldn't have let it die.
"Cairo. You're apparently starting to feel the curse this Heavyweight title is bringing upon those who've touched it this year. Logan won it, and now he's 'trapped' in a position he can't properly utilize. Reckless Jack won it, and he's more than given up on himself. Victor Taylor won it, and now his future is more than uncertain than a ride off into a blood-red sunset. Enjoy your curse, Cairo. I know, for the first time since my personal Crowing, I'm enjoying mine.
"And that brings me to the man placed closest to my position, the Feature Presentation, who comes rolling into the main event with a world's view of a local talent. It's easy enough to deflate anything if you have a sharp enough object. But I warn you... Ace found this out after Payback. If you dare place your hands on the one sent from the Prise to watch over me, death will be the greatest gift I could bestow on you.
"Another night, another distraction. Let the harvest begin... and may the Blades fall where they may."
Fade out
---
Ellis sighed a heavy sigh as the light of the camera's glare dimmed, and recording stopped. Rubbing her trickling hand on her pants leg, she looked past the handheld camcorder, at the little one behind it, and the elderly farmer standing in the background.
"Well... was that good? I didn't have a script..."
The two could only stare...
---
~Ellis
