Post by grockadoc on Jun 20, 2008 8:13:19 GMT
OOC: Anything underlined is thoughts.
The camera opens to a dark room, where 2 black shapes are standing in front of a fire, faces lit up eerily from the shadows cast from the flames. One is recognizable, a large, bulked, hulking man. The other is someone the fans do not know. Old, weathered and weary. The stranger chucks something into the fire and the flames get bigger. His eyes penetrate through the flames, like an owls from a hollow in a tree.
Stranger: Native Americans believe that the shapes formed in the flames of a fire can predict a persons future.
He stares intently into the fire, screwing his face up in concentration. He closes his eyes and visualizes every flickering flame. Every shadow dancing on the walls. He takes a deep breathe and opens his eyes, as if searching within his soul. He lets out a shuddering breath and turns to the larger man. He shakes his head and stares at him shocked. The camera zooms into the larger man. The fans immediately recognize Lachlan Smith.
Lachlan: Well old man? What do you see?
The Old man stares shocked, lip quivering in fear. He stares at Lachlan as if deciding whether to run or stay. He seems to convince himself to stay. He takes yet another breath, tears begin to swell in his eyes. He places a hand on Lachlans Face and seems to study Lachlan, as if searching for something that will give him a clue as to what Lachlan is hiding.
How can he be able to commit such a thing? He loved him! He adored him! Why did he do it? I just don't understand! In all my years have i ever........!
Old man: I know the truth.
A flash of realization is seen through Lachlans eyes. Lachlans face contorts into rage and he raises his hand, ready to strike the Old Man. The Old Man seems to have judged this reaction and stands there calmly, wiping away the tears. Lachlan stares at his face and counts to 10, calming down.
Old Man: I know about your father. He did not die! He was murdered. By you!
Lachlan: Hold your tongue old fool, or you shall join him.
Nothing was ever good enough for him! I win a title he asks me if i want a medal. I get injured he tells me to ring someone who cares, well i rang someone. I rang the Grim Reaper and told him that someone is about to arrive. My father was not caring. He was an asshole. A Bludger. A dickhead.
The old man studies him, as if reading him like a book. He seems to understand what Lachlan is thinking. He notices something that wasnt there when he first met him. When Lachlan had first asked for his future to be told, the man was a little skeptic. He saw how greedy Lachlans eyes looked. He noticed how dark his soul was. He declined abruptly, but Lachlan said he would pay him handsomely. Now he saw a broken down hull of a once proud man. He didnt understand how someone so proud could murder his own father.
Old Man: Do you honestly want to know what your future holds?
Lachlan: For the goddam last time, tell me old man, or i will slice off your tongue!
Old Man: I see uncertainty. I see self doubt. I see someone who is scared to live life. Someone who resorts to violence to sleep at night. The only thing that i can see in your immediate future is violence. Lots of Violence. It is a shame really. You had so much potential.
Lachlan stares at the man incredulously. He turns his head away. He starts pacing around the fire, deep in thought.
Potential my ass. What does this guy know about potential? He is just a lazy hobo i picked up off the street. He makes a living by scamming people into believing his tales.
Old Man: Well? Wheres my money?
Lachlan smiles at him and laughs. He walks towards the man and starts shaking his head. Lachlans eyes flash with fire and the old man realizes at once that he was never going to be paid. Lachlan laughs even harder and grabs the man by the throat, lifts him into the air and slams him down, chokelsamming him. Lachlan drags his body and lays it in the flames. Lachlan crouches down and stares down up at the camera.
Lachlan: Our future may be uncertain. Our lives may be contorlled by the way we live but i guarantee you this! One thing is certain about my immediate future. Pain. Lots of Pain. You know when? Battle of the Titans. I am going to cause so much pain, even the devil himself will bow before me when i arrive in hell. Yes. Pain. Our life is uncertain. But pain is not. Can you see it?
Lachlan laughs and the camera fades.
EOT.
OOC: What did you guys think?
The camera opens to a dark room, where 2 black shapes are standing in front of a fire, faces lit up eerily from the shadows cast from the flames. One is recognizable, a large, bulked, hulking man. The other is someone the fans do not know. Old, weathered and weary. The stranger chucks something into the fire and the flames get bigger. His eyes penetrate through the flames, like an owls from a hollow in a tree.
Stranger: Native Americans believe that the shapes formed in the flames of a fire can predict a persons future.
He stares intently into the fire, screwing his face up in concentration. He closes his eyes and visualizes every flickering flame. Every shadow dancing on the walls. He takes a deep breathe and opens his eyes, as if searching within his soul. He lets out a shuddering breath and turns to the larger man. He shakes his head and stares at him shocked. The camera zooms into the larger man. The fans immediately recognize Lachlan Smith.
Lachlan: Well old man? What do you see?
The Old man stares shocked, lip quivering in fear. He stares at Lachlan as if deciding whether to run or stay. He seems to convince himself to stay. He takes yet another breath, tears begin to swell in his eyes. He places a hand on Lachlans Face and seems to study Lachlan, as if searching for something that will give him a clue as to what Lachlan is hiding.
How can he be able to commit such a thing? He loved him! He adored him! Why did he do it? I just don't understand! In all my years have i ever........!
Old man: I know the truth.
A flash of realization is seen through Lachlans eyes. Lachlans face contorts into rage and he raises his hand, ready to strike the Old Man. The Old Man seems to have judged this reaction and stands there calmly, wiping away the tears. Lachlan stares at his face and counts to 10, calming down.
Old Man: I know about your father. He did not die! He was murdered. By you!
Lachlan: Hold your tongue old fool, or you shall join him.
Nothing was ever good enough for him! I win a title he asks me if i want a medal. I get injured he tells me to ring someone who cares, well i rang someone. I rang the Grim Reaper and told him that someone is about to arrive. My father was not caring. He was an asshole. A Bludger. A dickhead.
The old man studies him, as if reading him like a book. He seems to understand what Lachlan is thinking. He notices something that wasnt there when he first met him. When Lachlan had first asked for his future to be told, the man was a little skeptic. He saw how greedy Lachlans eyes looked. He noticed how dark his soul was. He declined abruptly, but Lachlan said he would pay him handsomely. Now he saw a broken down hull of a once proud man. He didnt understand how someone so proud could murder his own father.
Old Man: Do you honestly want to know what your future holds?
Lachlan: For the goddam last time, tell me old man, or i will slice off your tongue!
Old Man: I see uncertainty. I see self doubt. I see someone who is scared to live life. Someone who resorts to violence to sleep at night. The only thing that i can see in your immediate future is violence. Lots of Violence. It is a shame really. You had so much potential.
Lachlan stares at the man incredulously. He turns his head away. He starts pacing around the fire, deep in thought.
Potential my ass. What does this guy know about potential? He is just a lazy hobo i picked up off the street. He makes a living by scamming people into believing his tales.
Old Man: Well? Wheres my money?
Lachlan smiles at him and laughs. He walks towards the man and starts shaking his head. Lachlans eyes flash with fire and the old man realizes at once that he was never going to be paid. Lachlan laughs even harder and grabs the man by the throat, lifts him into the air and slams him down, chokelsamming him. Lachlan drags his body and lays it in the flames. Lachlan crouches down and stares down up at the camera.
Lachlan: Our future may be uncertain. Our lives may be contorlled by the way we live but i guarantee you this! One thing is certain about my immediate future. Pain. Lots of Pain. You know when? Battle of the Titans. I am going to cause so much pain, even the devil himself will bow before me when i arrive in hell. Yes. Pain. Our life is uncertain. But pain is not. Can you see it?
Lachlan laughs and the camera fades.
EOT.
OOC: What did you guys think?