Post by Mr. Showtime on Apr 10, 2006 20:06:43 GMT -5
(The scene opens in a dark and what seems to be a dusty place. As you look around you can see a haze of something lowering from the sky. You could almost mistake it for ash which would fall from an erupting volcano, but the haze is a shade of light brown as dust would look. There is the sound of wild life heard in the background. Different types of nocturnal animal sounds which are slightly muffled by the howling rage of the wind. The harder the wind blows the more of the sand and dirt get kicked up off the ground and swirls in the sky above it. Worst of all it always seems to be close to dieing down but once the howl ceases it just picks up again.)
(Deep in the sand storm there is the shadow of a figure. Standing, looking lost in the swirling sands. It’s funny how some just get lost in the swirl of things, and as the sands of time pass all that don’t wish to keep up with it. That’s where we find this lost soul. He stands there as the time whisks past him as a statue waits for it’s own end. Why try and keep up with the pace of father time? Is that your job in all of this? Is that what we are here for? To keep up or just wait for it to be over? That figure that stands deep with in the sand has never felt so lost and as the camera seems to get closer to the figure, it only seems that the figure keeps moving away.)
(The speed of the figure could not keep up with the determination for all to see him. There with his back facing all to see looks over his shoulder, reveling the right side of his face. It is the one “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght who is lost in this storm. He is a dawned in one of his designer suits and is wearing his gold and brown aviators. He was originally that mask of his but the whirling sands forced him to take the bronze covering off and to cover his eyes. Not that it really mattered only a mad man would be out in weather such as this. It’s been an eternity that Showtime has been wandering these sands, or at least it’s seemed so long. While most would try and retreat out of it all Showtime continues his venture. Though the reason he has come out this way is unknown even to himself he continues on.)
(His search goes on. No matter where it takes him and now we are here. You would think that he was in some sort of desert, but alas he wasn’t you can tell by the darker brown that mixes with the sand. This place was different and what holds before him he could never have guessed. While his travel continues you hear the sound of a splash. It would figure that among all this haze a lake would lay before him and he would find it by blind luck. The camera hangs back hoping not to encroach on the personal space of Mr. Showtime, trying not to spook him. For some reason he takes that extra step into the water, and the sand storm seems to be stopped in a dome shape around said lake. The closer the view you can see that the water was crystal clear and the top is almost a mirror.)
(Against his will he stands beside his own reflection. The sight of his face was stomach turning at this point. All he has been through he’s beginning to slip a bit. This doesn’t seem real. To think of it most of the things that he has been through haven’t seemed real at all. Could this all be a dream? A sick illusion that he has cooked up in his head. Was he really crazy at this point? Some would say he was, but it all made sense to him, it was all so real that it couldn’t be staged. Delusions. Could they be? It has been said that no one can lie to you more then one’s own eyes. If seeing is believing then beliefs are just what you perceive them to be. It all in the way that one interprets what he sees, one may call them delusions of a mad man but another can say they are lessons for one who needs to be saved.)
(The worst part about this Showtime no longer knows what category he fits in. His entire live he has taken what seems to be to some the easy route. He has always been athletic which is what drew him to this sport, and his face has always been his big money maker. What was he to do now? Just wait? That is what they told him to do in that letter. They said that they would fin him, some how. It has been getting quit ridiculous though. Showtime has been wondering and waiting for the meaning behind that note that had been on his desk that night. Still he waits for them and as time passes he regrets his decision to agree to their terms. The more he waits the feeling of despair fills him, he could only take so much more.)
(For nothing more he will wait where ever he is. In the delusions of his own mind or where ever he really is. He knows that soon he will turn back but the sight for the sand all around him seems to be asking him to stay a bit longer. Funny how the places that most would say you should be, are the ones that seem to try and pull you in and keep you there the longest. Showtime now against his will looks back at the reflection he is making in the water. He has decided to dive in head first into the lake that lies ahead of him. As he makes the splash the sand falls from the dome around the lake and makes the body of water impossible to see again. As the dust whisks it away the camera fades to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
(Deep in the sand storm there is the shadow of a figure. Standing, looking lost in the swirling sands. It’s funny how some just get lost in the swirl of things, and as the sands of time pass all that don’t wish to keep up with it. That’s where we find this lost soul. He stands there as the time whisks past him as a statue waits for it’s own end. Why try and keep up with the pace of father time? Is that your job in all of this? Is that what we are here for? To keep up or just wait for it to be over? That figure that stands deep with in the sand has never felt so lost and as the camera seems to get closer to the figure, it only seems that the figure keeps moving away.)
(The speed of the figure could not keep up with the determination for all to see him. There with his back facing all to see looks over his shoulder, reveling the right side of his face. It is the one “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght who is lost in this storm. He is a dawned in one of his designer suits and is wearing his gold and brown aviators. He was originally that mask of his but the whirling sands forced him to take the bronze covering off and to cover his eyes. Not that it really mattered only a mad man would be out in weather such as this. It’s been an eternity that Showtime has been wandering these sands, or at least it’s seemed so long. While most would try and retreat out of it all Showtime continues his venture. Though the reason he has come out this way is unknown even to himself he continues on.)
(His search goes on. No matter where it takes him and now we are here. You would think that he was in some sort of desert, but alas he wasn’t you can tell by the darker brown that mixes with the sand. This place was different and what holds before him he could never have guessed. While his travel continues you hear the sound of a splash. It would figure that among all this haze a lake would lay before him and he would find it by blind luck. The camera hangs back hoping not to encroach on the personal space of Mr. Showtime, trying not to spook him. For some reason he takes that extra step into the water, and the sand storm seems to be stopped in a dome shape around said lake. The closer the view you can see that the water was crystal clear and the top is almost a mirror.)
(Against his will he stands beside his own reflection. The sight of his face was stomach turning at this point. All he has been through he’s beginning to slip a bit. This doesn’t seem real. To think of it most of the things that he has been through haven’t seemed real at all. Could this all be a dream? A sick illusion that he has cooked up in his head. Was he really crazy at this point? Some would say he was, but it all made sense to him, it was all so real that it couldn’t be staged. Delusions. Could they be? It has been said that no one can lie to you more then one’s own eyes. If seeing is believing then beliefs are just what you perceive them to be. It all in the way that one interprets what he sees, one may call them delusions of a mad man but another can say they are lessons for one who needs to be saved.)
(The worst part about this Showtime no longer knows what category he fits in. His entire live he has taken what seems to be to some the easy route. He has always been athletic which is what drew him to this sport, and his face has always been his big money maker. What was he to do now? Just wait? That is what they told him to do in that letter. They said that they would fin him, some how. It has been getting quit ridiculous though. Showtime has been wondering and waiting for the meaning behind that note that had been on his desk that night. Still he waits for them and as time passes he regrets his decision to agree to their terms. The more he waits the feeling of despair fills him, he could only take so much more.)
(For nothing more he will wait where ever he is. In the delusions of his own mind or where ever he really is. He knows that soon he will turn back but the sight for the sand all around him seems to be asking him to stay a bit longer. Funny how the places that most would say you should be, are the ones that seem to try and pull you in and keep you there the longest. Showtime now against his will looks back at the reflection he is making in the water. He has decided to dive in head first into the lake that lies ahead of him. As he makes the splash the sand falls from the dome around the lake and makes the body of water impossible to see again. As the dust whisks it away the camera fades to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
