Post by Mr. Showtime on Apr 1, 2006 23:49:39 GMT -5
(The scene opens up somewhere that is even unbenounced to me. This may be the darkest of all places that we have traveled through this journey. It seems that it is inside some sort of cave. This is a large cavern, there are large hanging jagged rocks hanging overhead and the walls are that smooth glossy type. All around there are the sounds that you could find in the scariest of dreams. The dripping water seems to be the most constant along with shrills of the bats over head. In front of the scene there is nothing but darkness, your can vision only spans a few feet. That’s where it happened. Click-Clack. Click-Clack. It’s the sound of approaching footsteps. They are long and drawn out, and each one echoing further into the winding caves. As the footsteps continue they bring you to the end of the large opening of this cave. Towards the back end of this large dome is what looks to be an open path which leads down three different caverns.)
(One leads you to the right, one to the left and one straight ahead. Only a fool would go down the path that lies in front of him. The most obvious is always the one that takes you down the worst path. There is a hiss sound of a lighting of a match which is being used to light a torch on the adjacent wall. The lighting of the torch make the light engulfs the surrounding area. As the light begins to take over there holding said torch is “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Why this high class person is in a place like this a mystery, but everything that he had been doing recently is an enigma. He is holding the flame up in his right hand leaving his left side mostly in shadows. He is still dressed in one of his suits, though he hasn’t been home in weeks, and that bronze mask is resting on the left side of his face. He’s looking ahead trying to decide which road to take. He would take the road less traveled but that still leaves him with three choices.)
(He decides that his best bet is the path to his right. Why? It doesn’t matter it’s just as good as a choice to his left. The tunnel gets slimmer, much slimmer then where he just was. He pushes on. He continues down this tunnel until he gets to a very peculiar spot. To his right there are two statues that stand about five to five and a half feet tall. They are designed in the likeness of two guarding griffins. Both set of their wings are fully extended towards the back, and both of their front inside legs (The one on the left’s right and the one on the right’s left) are up with claws ready to strike. The beaks are made of what seems to be pure gold but the rest, in it’s amazing design, are carved out of the stone walls. Plus both of the statues eyes were made of rubies, which shimmered in the fire light.)
(Showtime looks around. It seems that this is the end of the line. It was strange that these statues were so deep in this cave, with no where else to go. Before turning back Showtime decided it would be best to inspect these stone creatures. Who would put so much detail in something that no one would ever see? What beauty. It was breath taking. Peering around the back you can see that the two tails were touching on the back wall. But if you looked close enough to the actual statues, you could see that the tails were not actually connected to the main statues. Funny, huh? While snooping around a bit more Showtime went to the griffin on the right and began trying to feel for anything. Anything that would give him an idea for what this was for, but alas nothing showed up. Discouraged he turned his attention to the left statue. He examined it; no where near as thoroughly as the previous one but good enough. Still nothing, but suddenly he stops and begins to glare hard at this statue.)
(Making his way closer to it he reaches up and pulls the right arm down as far as he could. *Click* It echoed as far back as the caverns went. But still nothing else happened. Showtime goes back to the griffin on the right and pulls his left arm down, and now both griffins look less like they are ready to attack but more in the guard stance. *Click* Now that both arms have made the click, the wall where both tails were engraved in begins to rumble a bit. The wall begins to slide back and then it slides it’s self to the left causing Showtime to drop the torch and it sizzles out. This opens a slight passageway no large then for a single person to get through. It was already too late to turn tail and run. Showtime knew this and went forward, walking into a place where people seldom do.)
(As he entered this room is was a rather large room. This room was spectacular. In the middle of the room is a large fire that was heating the otherwise frozen cavern. It also was used to light everywhere. There are all sorts of art works drawn on these walls. Pictures of all sorts of mythical creatures, and what not. Showtime is in amassment almost forgetting all of the pain that has come his way in the recent few weeks. That’s when he appeared.) [/color]
Voice: What are you doing in my hollow?
(Walking from the furthest part of this room out walks a smaller man wearing a tannish cloak. The hood is drawn but a long white beard hangs out of the hole. The man is looking towards the floor and slowly makes his way over to Showtime. Not sure on how to react Showtime stumble back a few steps, but stands his ground as the man approached him. The man pulls the hood back, reveling his silver hair to match the long silver beard. He is giving Showtime a queer eye, which shows that the man has a real squinty eye which you can tell is a emerald color green and the other on is wide open, but there is a fog of white clouding onto of it.) [/color]
Hermit: It has been much time since one has graced me in this place. Now what brings you here?
Showtime: If I said I was lost would you believe it?
Hermit: Lost? Your not lost, you are searching.
Showtime: Maybe. But can you search for something when you have no idea what it is.
Hermit: How do you look for something that you don’t know what it is? You know it’s there right?
Showtime: I suppose.
Hermit: I think you are surer of that then anything else. You are looking for answers or looking to hide. But you do not see to be the hiding kind.
Showtime: If you don’t mind me asking. What are you hiding from?
Hermit: Hiding? No my child. I stay here for it is where I am needed. I am here for those who are truly lost. I wait in the darkness for those that truly need my assistance. Let me tell you that what ever it is that lies in front of you, there are a way to over come it. Just heed these words. Take your next journey one step at a time and truly learn from all around you. Continue on for this is not where you end as I did, but you must push on.
Showtime: I will, and I will give what has been given. It is so clear now I understand what it is that must be done.
(At Showtime’s epiphany the large light in the center of the room vanishes. As do all of the pictures on the walls and the elderly hermit in one brisk wave. This leaves Showtime standing alone again to continue on. Showtime turns to leave the room and as he leaves the room the door that had opened begins to close. As is closes the camera fades to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
(One leads you to the right, one to the left and one straight ahead. Only a fool would go down the path that lies in front of him. The most obvious is always the one that takes you down the worst path. There is a hiss sound of a lighting of a match which is being used to light a torch on the adjacent wall. The lighting of the torch make the light engulfs the surrounding area. As the light begins to take over there holding said torch is “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Why this high class person is in a place like this a mystery, but everything that he had been doing recently is an enigma. He is holding the flame up in his right hand leaving his left side mostly in shadows. He is still dressed in one of his suits, though he hasn’t been home in weeks, and that bronze mask is resting on the left side of his face. He’s looking ahead trying to decide which road to take. He would take the road less traveled but that still leaves him with three choices.)
(He decides that his best bet is the path to his right. Why? It doesn’t matter it’s just as good as a choice to his left. The tunnel gets slimmer, much slimmer then where he just was. He pushes on. He continues down this tunnel until he gets to a very peculiar spot. To his right there are two statues that stand about five to five and a half feet tall. They are designed in the likeness of two guarding griffins. Both set of their wings are fully extended towards the back, and both of their front inside legs (The one on the left’s right and the one on the right’s left) are up with claws ready to strike. The beaks are made of what seems to be pure gold but the rest, in it’s amazing design, are carved out of the stone walls. Plus both of the statues eyes were made of rubies, which shimmered in the fire light.)
(Showtime looks around. It seems that this is the end of the line. It was strange that these statues were so deep in this cave, with no where else to go. Before turning back Showtime decided it would be best to inspect these stone creatures. Who would put so much detail in something that no one would ever see? What beauty. It was breath taking. Peering around the back you can see that the two tails were touching on the back wall. But if you looked close enough to the actual statues, you could see that the tails were not actually connected to the main statues. Funny, huh? While snooping around a bit more Showtime went to the griffin on the right and began trying to feel for anything. Anything that would give him an idea for what this was for, but alas nothing showed up. Discouraged he turned his attention to the left statue. He examined it; no where near as thoroughly as the previous one but good enough. Still nothing, but suddenly he stops and begins to glare hard at this statue.)
(Making his way closer to it he reaches up and pulls the right arm down as far as he could. *Click* It echoed as far back as the caverns went. But still nothing else happened. Showtime goes back to the griffin on the right and pulls his left arm down, and now both griffins look less like they are ready to attack but more in the guard stance. *Click* Now that both arms have made the click, the wall where both tails were engraved in begins to rumble a bit. The wall begins to slide back and then it slides it’s self to the left causing Showtime to drop the torch and it sizzles out. This opens a slight passageway no large then for a single person to get through. It was already too late to turn tail and run. Showtime knew this and went forward, walking into a place where people seldom do.)
(As he entered this room is was a rather large room. This room was spectacular. In the middle of the room is a large fire that was heating the otherwise frozen cavern. It also was used to light everywhere. There are all sorts of art works drawn on these walls. Pictures of all sorts of mythical creatures, and what not. Showtime is in amassment almost forgetting all of the pain that has come his way in the recent few weeks. That’s when he appeared.) [/color]
Voice: What are you doing in my hollow?
(Walking from the furthest part of this room out walks a smaller man wearing a tannish cloak. The hood is drawn but a long white beard hangs out of the hole. The man is looking towards the floor and slowly makes his way over to Showtime. Not sure on how to react Showtime stumble back a few steps, but stands his ground as the man approached him. The man pulls the hood back, reveling his silver hair to match the long silver beard. He is giving Showtime a queer eye, which shows that the man has a real squinty eye which you can tell is a emerald color green and the other on is wide open, but there is a fog of white clouding onto of it.) [/color]
Hermit: It has been much time since one has graced me in this place. Now what brings you here?
Showtime: If I said I was lost would you believe it?
Hermit: Lost? Your not lost, you are searching.
Showtime: Maybe. But can you search for something when you have no idea what it is.
Hermit: How do you look for something that you don’t know what it is? You know it’s there right?
Showtime: I suppose.
Hermit: I think you are surer of that then anything else. You are looking for answers or looking to hide. But you do not see to be the hiding kind.
Showtime: If you don’t mind me asking. What are you hiding from?
Hermit: Hiding? No my child. I stay here for it is where I am needed. I am here for those who are truly lost. I wait in the darkness for those that truly need my assistance. Let me tell you that what ever it is that lies in front of you, there are a way to over come it. Just heed these words. Take your next journey one step at a time and truly learn from all around you. Continue on for this is not where you end as I did, but you must push on.
Showtime: I will, and I will give what has been given. It is so clear now I understand what it is that must be done.
(At Showtime’s epiphany the large light in the center of the room vanishes. As do all of the pictures on the walls and the elderly hermit in one brisk wave. This leaves Showtime standing alone again to continue on. Showtime turns to leave the room and as he leaves the room the door that had opened begins to close. As is closes the camera fades to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
