Post by Mr. Showtime on Apr 14, 2006 12:11:01 GMT -5
(The scene opens back in the great temple. This time we fin ourselves in one of it’s various rooms. There are a few pieces of art work hanging from the walls but other then that it seems rather plain. The walls coincide with the tan exterior and the table that is set up is nothing real special. Handing in one corner though is a military green hammock that almost looks like a cocoon. Of course it was just a hammock, but it’s funny how things in this place always seem to remind you of something else. The hammock begins to sway back and forth a bit and as it gained speed it seemed to spit someone out.)
(On the floor now was a man dressed in a long silver robe with his hood up. Slow to his feet he dusts himself off and throws the hood back revealing a bronze mask. It was “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght and he did not seem happy. He has been around this place for God knows how long and now he just wanted out. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything since he vanished from Trauma and it was beginning to get to him. Over on that plain table seemed to be a plate with half of a loaf of bread and a tall silver mug. Showtime rushes over and begins woofing down the bread eating it so fast that the harder outside would have cut up the inside of his mouth a bit. After the bread disappeared Showtime began to chug the water in said cup. It was so cold and burned the little cuts that he had inside his mouth. When he was a little bit past halfway done with his mug, he whips the water from his face using the sleeve on the arm that wasn’t holding the cup. Surprisingly, Showtime had never felt so refreshed.)
(With the large silver mug in his right hand he begins to look around this small room. Since it was rather plain it was natural that his eye shot to one of the paintings on the way. Now our idea of a painting is a stationary replica of a scene with the use of paint. This was different story all together. As Showtime gazed upon it, it was a painting of a design, nothing that we would see on the streets as we walked by. It was made up of various colors along the red, orange and black, but this painting seemed alive. It did not just hang on the wall, it moved on it’s canvas. Making different shapes and swirls. It was breathtaking and almost hypnotic. Showtime gazed upon it for probably longer then he wanted, but couldn’t pull himself away.)
(From behind Showtime there was a noise heard, similar to some one clearing their throat. As hard as it was Showtime puled his eyes away from the painting to investigate. Behind him stood the man Charles that Showtime had met when he first arrived at the temple. He is wearing the same red and white robe with the hood drawn, but now there was a long military green sheet hanging from the doorway. The funny thing was that Showtime didn’t seem to remember it being there before he began looking at the painting. Charles had his arms crossed and his hands buried in the opposite sleeves and motioned for Showtime to follow him with a nod of his head.)[/color]
Showtime: Do you know what bro? I don’t think I am going anywhere. Why don’t you begin talking and I will listen?
(But alas Charles said nothing and just motioned with his head once again. He throws his head back to lower his hood revealing his salt and pepper colored hair. Against his better judgment Showtime followed him out of the room. Still not happy on the way things are going right now Showtime follows his guide out of the room into another one of those long hallways. These hallways stretch all through this temple leading to various rooms but one could be lost for years in the mazes around here. Each hall had torches along the walls lighting the way, but where was the question. The torches shimmer violently on the bronze mask of Showtime making him look madder then ever, but it didn’t do justice on how mad he was getting at this point.)
(The two men get to the end of this hall to a large circular room which had to be larger the a hundred yards all around. Looking up you can see that this large room also has one of those large clear crystals that illuminates the room from the out door sunlight. It must be day so Showtime hoped he only lost another day, but he could not be sure anymore. Honestly he still think that he could be dreaming or now he’s beginning to think of a darker path. Could he have...DIED? With that thought arising in his head he began to get furious.)[/color]
Showtime: Now Charles I believe that I have followed you just far enough. Tell me..I don’t know anything.
(Charles turned to Showtime but still said nothing. The longer the silence the more the rage built and that is when Showtime pulled his arm back to show Charles that he meant business. As he went to swing his hand forward it felt as if someone from behind had grabbed Showtime’s wrist. Showtime goes to turn, but nothing he was completely frozen in place. The only thing that he could do is turn his head as far as his neck would allow him. No one was there holding him back but there was someone there. Behind Showtime there was a long set of stairs that lead all the way to th ceiling of this room. The stairs would lead up about twenty or so steps and then zag the other was to zig back and so on. Standing at the bottom of the stairs was a elderly man with long silver beard and hair. He has a smile on his face in which his cheeks are pushing the round glasses on his face up. This man was wearing a long hoodless white satin robe. His hair almost blended in with it but this robe was whiter then anything Showtime had ever seen.)[/color]
Man: Now there will be no violence in the Temple Michael.
(Showtime was completely speechless. This was God and he was dead. The worst must have happened. Showtime looks back at Charles for help, for anything, but all Charles was doing was bowing his head at the man that stood upon the stairs. The look of fury has now completely vanished from Showtime’s face, and though he has never been afraid to die at that crossroads you think a bit differently. The hold on Showtime was released and Showtime stumbles forwards and Charles puts his arms out to assist Showtime in his balance.)[/color]
Man: I am sorry to startle you Michael. Allow myself to introduce myself. I am Clive and the Elder of this temple.
(He extends his hand out to Showtime but Showtime did not dare touch it. He just stared deep into the elders face with disbelief.)[/color]
Showtime: Am I...
Clive: Dead? No my child, you are the furthest thing from dead.
Showtime: Then I must be...
Clive: Dreaming? As Charles said to you earlier, you are the only one that can determine that. If we told you that you weren’t dreaming you would only think that you were. Plus you are going to anyway. Please follow me up the stairs.
(Clive begins to climb the hundreds of stairs as Charles is quick to follow. Showtime pats himself down a bit and takes along look at his hand. Now he has no idea what to believe, but the answers must be up those stairs. Quick to catch up Showtime follows the other two. They reach the top and as Showtime looks over the banisterless stairs it seems as if they are miles up. At the top of there stairs was a ladder carved into the wall. One notch over another the three men climb out of the room onto the roof of the great temple. It is deep into the night right now. It didn’t make any sense for that crystal was lighting that entire room. Truth be told those crystals only need a minute amount of light to illuminate the greatest of areas. The roof is shaped in a large square and the night sky is shimmering from all the stars. Stars that we could never imagine seeing with the light pollution of our world. The moon was so large and his was brighter the Showtime had ever seen it. Gazing upon it he is in complete awe.)[/color]
Clive: Something isn’t it?
Showtime: ...
(Speechless Showtime nods and continues to stare.)[/color]
Clive: Please Michael, sit with us and let me tell you why you are here.
(The three sit and surprisingly Showtime did not just to the reason that he was there. He was so star struck at this point. It really seemed like nothing mattered.)[/color]
Clive: Michael, you are one of us...Many years ago the ancients ruled over the world you know now. It was a great and glorious civilization. The land was fertile and the rivers ran deep. There was no pollution and the sky always as bright as this. Peace rang out throughout the land.
Showtime: I do not understand what you mean. I am one of you?
Clive: You see Michael our people were able to use the power of the Earth to give peace and happiness to all creatures that inhabitant it. That was our purpose.
Showtime: Me though? I haven’t been one to always promote peace and happiness. Actually I fight for a living and most of the time it’s rather dirty fighting. I think that you may have me confused for someone else.
Clive: There is no mistake. We sent you out there for a reason. We sent you out there to get use to the culture that is the dominate species on this planet now. You see the more that our people gave to the inhabitancy of Earth the more that they wanted. This greed began to run wild. We gave them an utopia and all the asked for was more. This is when it was decided that we must ease away from the public eye. So we work from here helping the planet, but alas we had made a grave mistake. You see without us out there our utopia was turned into what you see today. No longer do people rely on the Earth for their need. They now take from the Earth and they are bleeding it dry. You Michael will be our messenger.
Showtime: I’m sorry I will not be one of those tree huggers walking around with my green thumb. I am still not sure if all of this is real...You are not going to offer me a red and blue pill, and ask me to choose my path.
Clive: My child you have seen entirely too any movies. What you are witnessing here is real, believe it or not. Now we are not asking you to be a hippie or anything along those lines. The power of our people flows through your blood, and you are the only one that can use it with force. That is why you were sent out with those savage people, you just do not know how to tap into your potential but you will. Michael you have a decision to make a much to ponder please rest and deliberate on this with an open mid.
Showtime: No don’t you...
(Clive waves his hand in front of the face of Showtime cutting of his sentence. This may not completely true or not but Showtime is once again asleep against his will. As Showtime goes out The camera fades to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
(On the floor now was a man dressed in a long silver robe with his hood up. Slow to his feet he dusts himself off and throws the hood back revealing a bronze mask. It was “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght and he did not seem happy. He has been around this place for God knows how long and now he just wanted out. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything since he vanished from Trauma and it was beginning to get to him. Over on that plain table seemed to be a plate with half of a loaf of bread and a tall silver mug. Showtime rushes over and begins woofing down the bread eating it so fast that the harder outside would have cut up the inside of his mouth a bit. After the bread disappeared Showtime began to chug the water in said cup. It was so cold and burned the little cuts that he had inside his mouth. When he was a little bit past halfway done with his mug, he whips the water from his face using the sleeve on the arm that wasn’t holding the cup. Surprisingly, Showtime had never felt so refreshed.)
(With the large silver mug in his right hand he begins to look around this small room. Since it was rather plain it was natural that his eye shot to one of the paintings on the way. Now our idea of a painting is a stationary replica of a scene with the use of paint. This was different story all together. As Showtime gazed upon it, it was a painting of a design, nothing that we would see on the streets as we walked by. It was made up of various colors along the red, orange and black, but this painting seemed alive. It did not just hang on the wall, it moved on it’s canvas. Making different shapes and swirls. It was breathtaking and almost hypnotic. Showtime gazed upon it for probably longer then he wanted, but couldn’t pull himself away.)
(From behind Showtime there was a noise heard, similar to some one clearing their throat. As hard as it was Showtime puled his eyes away from the painting to investigate. Behind him stood the man Charles that Showtime had met when he first arrived at the temple. He is wearing the same red and white robe with the hood drawn, but now there was a long military green sheet hanging from the doorway. The funny thing was that Showtime didn’t seem to remember it being there before he began looking at the painting. Charles had his arms crossed and his hands buried in the opposite sleeves and motioned for Showtime to follow him with a nod of his head.)[/color]
Showtime: Do you know what bro? I don’t think I am going anywhere. Why don’t you begin talking and I will listen?
(But alas Charles said nothing and just motioned with his head once again. He throws his head back to lower his hood revealing his salt and pepper colored hair. Against his better judgment Showtime followed him out of the room. Still not happy on the way things are going right now Showtime follows his guide out of the room into another one of those long hallways. These hallways stretch all through this temple leading to various rooms but one could be lost for years in the mazes around here. Each hall had torches along the walls lighting the way, but where was the question. The torches shimmer violently on the bronze mask of Showtime making him look madder then ever, but it didn’t do justice on how mad he was getting at this point.)
(The two men get to the end of this hall to a large circular room which had to be larger the a hundred yards all around. Looking up you can see that this large room also has one of those large clear crystals that illuminates the room from the out door sunlight. It must be day so Showtime hoped he only lost another day, but he could not be sure anymore. Honestly he still think that he could be dreaming or now he’s beginning to think of a darker path. Could he have...DIED? With that thought arising in his head he began to get furious.)[/color]
Showtime: Now Charles I believe that I have followed you just far enough. Tell me..I don’t know anything.
(Charles turned to Showtime but still said nothing. The longer the silence the more the rage built and that is when Showtime pulled his arm back to show Charles that he meant business. As he went to swing his hand forward it felt as if someone from behind had grabbed Showtime’s wrist. Showtime goes to turn, but nothing he was completely frozen in place. The only thing that he could do is turn his head as far as his neck would allow him. No one was there holding him back but there was someone there. Behind Showtime there was a long set of stairs that lead all the way to th ceiling of this room. The stairs would lead up about twenty or so steps and then zag the other was to zig back and so on. Standing at the bottom of the stairs was a elderly man with long silver beard and hair. He has a smile on his face in which his cheeks are pushing the round glasses on his face up. This man was wearing a long hoodless white satin robe. His hair almost blended in with it but this robe was whiter then anything Showtime had ever seen.)[/color]
Man: Now there will be no violence in the Temple Michael.
(Showtime was completely speechless. This was God and he was dead. The worst must have happened. Showtime looks back at Charles for help, for anything, but all Charles was doing was bowing his head at the man that stood upon the stairs. The look of fury has now completely vanished from Showtime’s face, and though he has never been afraid to die at that crossroads you think a bit differently. The hold on Showtime was released and Showtime stumbles forwards and Charles puts his arms out to assist Showtime in his balance.)[/color]
Man: I am sorry to startle you Michael. Allow myself to introduce myself. I am Clive and the Elder of this temple.
(He extends his hand out to Showtime but Showtime did not dare touch it. He just stared deep into the elders face with disbelief.)[/color]
Showtime: Am I...
Clive: Dead? No my child, you are the furthest thing from dead.
Showtime: Then I must be...
Clive: Dreaming? As Charles said to you earlier, you are the only one that can determine that. If we told you that you weren’t dreaming you would only think that you were. Plus you are going to anyway. Please follow me up the stairs.
(Clive begins to climb the hundreds of stairs as Charles is quick to follow. Showtime pats himself down a bit and takes along look at his hand. Now he has no idea what to believe, but the answers must be up those stairs. Quick to catch up Showtime follows the other two. They reach the top and as Showtime looks over the banisterless stairs it seems as if they are miles up. At the top of there stairs was a ladder carved into the wall. One notch over another the three men climb out of the room onto the roof of the great temple. It is deep into the night right now. It didn’t make any sense for that crystal was lighting that entire room. Truth be told those crystals only need a minute amount of light to illuminate the greatest of areas. The roof is shaped in a large square and the night sky is shimmering from all the stars. Stars that we could never imagine seeing with the light pollution of our world. The moon was so large and his was brighter the Showtime had ever seen it. Gazing upon it he is in complete awe.)[/color]
Clive: Something isn’t it?
Showtime: ...
(Speechless Showtime nods and continues to stare.)[/color]
Clive: Please Michael, sit with us and let me tell you why you are here.
(The three sit and surprisingly Showtime did not just to the reason that he was there. He was so star struck at this point. It really seemed like nothing mattered.)[/color]
Clive: Michael, you are one of us...Many years ago the ancients ruled over the world you know now. It was a great and glorious civilization. The land was fertile and the rivers ran deep. There was no pollution and the sky always as bright as this. Peace rang out throughout the land.
Showtime: I do not understand what you mean. I am one of you?
Clive: You see Michael our people were able to use the power of the Earth to give peace and happiness to all creatures that inhabitant it. That was our purpose.
Showtime: Me though? I haven’t been one to always promote peace and happiness. Actually I fight for a living and most of the time it’s rather dirty fighting. I think that you may have me confused for someone else.
Clive: There is no mistake. We sent you out there for a reason. We sent you out there to get use to the culture that is the dominate species on this planet now. You see the more that our people gave to the inhabitancy of Earth the more that they wanted. This greed began to run wild. We gave them an utopia and all the asked for was more. This is when it was decided that we must ease away from the public eye. So we work from here helping the planet, but alas we had made a grave mistake. You see without us out there our utopia was turned into what you see today. No longer do people rely on the Earth for their need. They now take from the Earth and they are bleeding it dry. You Michael will be our messenger.
Showtime: I’m sorry I will not be one of those tree huggers walking around with my green thumb. I am still not sure if all of this is real...You are not going to offer me a red and blue pill, and ask me to choose my path.
Clive: My child you have seen entirely too any movies. What you are witnessing here is real, believe it or not. Now we are not asking you to be a hippie or anything along those lines. The power of our people flows through your blood, and you are the only one that can use it with force. That is why you were sent out with those savage people, you just do not know how to tap into your potential but you will. Michael you have a decision to make a much to ponder please rest and deliberate on this with an open mid.
Showtime: No don’t you...
(Clive waves his hand in front of the face of Showtime cutting of his sentence. This may not completely true or not but Showtime is once again asleep against his will. As Showtime goes out The camera fades to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]