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| Topic Started: Feb 4 2010, 11:44 AM (125 Views) | |
| Eddie_Rowan | Feb 4 2010, 11:44 AM Post #1 |
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Gunfire roars from the barrel of a high-tech looking assault rifle as an armored figure darts from behind a pillar to crouch down behind a pile of crates. Adorned in blue and black armor, Eddie Rowan glances over his shoulder as enemy fire peppers his location. Fluidly, his gun folds down as he shoulders it, removing a longer-barreled rifle from his back. He lifts up over the ledge and suddenly we view down a highly-magnified scope, the cross-hairs centered between the glowing eyes of some other soldier’s helmet. A loud shot rings out and the man falls amidst a red-spray of blood from his head as it explodes like an overripe melon. Moving up to Eddie’s side, a buxom beauty in a skin-tight outfit levels her gun to the field a moment before holstering it. “All clear, commander!” -Eddie- “Thank you, Miss Hot-pants.” As the camera angles around, we see Eddie seated on the edge of his recliner, staring at the screen in wide-eyed fixation, an X-box 360 controller in hand. His hair is a mess only attained by accumulating days of bed-head, and his eyes show that he has slept very little in recent days. He hasn’t shaved in at least a week, and he wears a Corrosion of Conformity shirt that sports a nice food-stain on the chest from some unknown culinary incident. His attention is stolen as the theme from Magnum PI plays from his phone nearby. Tossing an old pizza box out of the way, he recovers the phone and answers it, tucking it between his ear and shoulder so as to be able to continue gaming. -Eddie- “What’s up, Beebs?” -Brian Blaze- “What is UP!? I just wanted to tell you that I picked up Mass Effect as per your recommendation!” -Eddie- “SWEET! Yeah, I’m pretty hooked on the sequel right now. You’ll like the first one, though. It’s got a great story, great characters, and dynamic combat. The inventory is a little iffy, but once you get used to it you-“ -Brian Blaze- “I wanna f**k an alien!” -Eddie- “Heh-wha?” The look of confusion on his face quickly turns to pseudo-panic as his game character begins taking fire. Quickly he scrambles for cover, swearing repeatedly to himself under his breath. -Brian Blaze- “Yeah, I can’t wait. I’m gonna f**k every alien I can.” -Eddie- “Uh…you-“ -Brian Blaze- “How many aliens have YOU f**ked?” The screen darkens as Eddie’s failed concentration leads to his character’s demise. He shakes his head in disbelief as he tosses the controller aside. -Eddie- “Well, none, but you-“ -Brian Blaze- “NONE!? What, are ya gay!? Oh, yeah, I also wanted to wish you luck against Ryan Lame this week. He’s a tough cookie, but I doubt you’ll have any problem against him. After all, he’s straight-edge.” -Eddie- “You…know I’m straight-edge, too, right?” -Brian Blaze- “Well, that explains the gayness.” -Eddie- “Riiiiight.” -Brian Blaze- “Either way, I’m sure you’ll probably beat him.” Eddie smirks as he turns off the 360 and takes a look about his pad. -Eddie- “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I think I’m gonna get some cleaning done before I head to the airport, so I’ll talk to you later.” -Brian Blaze- “Yeah, that’s cool. I got aliens to f**k anyway.” -Eddie- “Good luck with that. Later.” Shaking his head to himself, he ends the call and tosses his phone onto the coffee table before setting to work on tidying up a bit. “Ryan Shane. ‘The Straight-Edge Curse.’ I have to say, one of the most impressive new talents CZW has picked up in some time. Unfortunately he follows the trend of people who have great ability but terrible personality. Well, what can you do? Just makes it more fun for us ‘good guys’ to shoot these villains down as the crowd cheers us on. Guys like Shane, Knox, now King and even good ol’ Kirkland want to take out their frustrations on the fans and their peers, and hey, it may be a douche move but nobody can argue that it’s good for business. Just like any good book, movie, or video game you have to have your villains. So what does that make guys like me?” The scene transitions and the apartment is now presentable. Eddie appears from one of the back rooms, showered, shaven and groomed. He carries his travel bag slung over his shoulder as he passes through the living-room area, taking one last lingering look at his game console. A slow, sly grin crosses his face as he nods to himself. “Big damn heroes. Ain’t we just?” The scene reopens with Eddie and Spencer Pierce as they walk through downtown Lexington, Kentucky. Eddie wears a dark hoodie and Spencer wears a lightweight coat. The hour is late in the evening and there is a soft fog hanging in the chill air. Few pedestrians occupy the sidewalk, and the occasional car passes by, but for the most part they are alone. -Spencer- “So you don’t know who it could be? I mean…darkness, flashing lights, fog, an ominous voice... It’s like TJ Hix in a devil mask all over again. Or Fiscus with his pennies in the dark. I don’t know what it is about you, but you draw out more mystery attackers than anyone I’ve ever seen, my friend. I guess a TV show host needs some equally theatric competition, eh? Eddie?” It’s not until several paces that Spencer realizes that Eddie isn’t walking along side him. Looking back, he sees him standing with his hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on a light-up billboard. The board itself is advertising a local news network. Pictured is a local anchorman, smiling his best friendly smile. Beside him are the words ‘Imagine Not Waiting For Your Headlines: News 7 has your local news FIRST.' -Spencer- “What’s up, man?” Eddie continues to stare right up at the board. Not taking his eyes away, he nods towards it. -Eddie- “Check that out. Look real close.” Turning his full attention to the billboard, Spencer studies it closely. After a few moments, it becomes clear to him why his friend is so stricken with it. First, the newsman himself. Several bulbs around his eyes seem to be dimmed, giving them a sunken appearance. More are dimmed around the mouth, and though it may just be a trick of the lights and fog, or maybe through an imagination running wild, the face looks more than just somewhat fiendish. Even more disturbing is the wording itself. Within the catchphrase, some letters seem to be lit just a little more brightly, as if to emphasize a phrase within a phrase. “Imagine Waiting For Your Headlines” seems now to be overshadowed by another more sinister message. Im----- --- Waiting For You- -e-d-----. -Eddie- “I’m waiting for you, Ed. Tell me I’m just seeing things.” Spencer forces a half-chuckle, though it does nothing to conceal the fact that he finds this to be every bit as creepy as his friend does. As if on cue, the rest of the lights slowly but surely surge back to full intensity, once again displaying nothing more than an advertisement for a local news channel. Wordlessly, Eddie looks on for another moment before turning away and continuing down the street. Spencer takes a few quick paces to catch up with his friend, noticing there is a fair amount more urgency in Eddie’s pace. -Spencer- “Come on, man, it was probably nothing.” -Eddie- “YEAH. It was nothing all right.” -Spencer- “Well, maybe it’s just Shane or maybe even Kirkland messing with you.” Eddie forces out a slightly bitter chuckle. -Eddie- “Come on, Spence. As if any one of those guys is smart enough to pull off something like that. Someone’s trying to get under my skin, and I’ve gotta hand it to them, they’re on the right track.” -Spencer- “Look, regardless, it’s just a bloody stunt. Yeah, they’re trying to get to you, but that’s all it is. Psychological warfare. Just keep your wits about you and you’ll be fine.” Eddie forces himself to slow his pace and takes a deep breath, nodding and continuing his walk. -Eddie- “Yeah…yeah, you’re right. One thing at a time. First I take this Shane guy out to the woodshed and show him he picked the wrong guy to fork-stab, and then I find out who it is that’s playing crypt-keeper this time.” -Spencer- “Good man. Now, keep in mind that Shane is no joke. You saw what he did to Buck.” -Eddie- “Heh, yeah. Just one more thing we have in common. We’re both straight-edge aerialists who have put the Outlaw on the shelf. Problem is that he’s a self-righteous jackass, which is the only difference needed to set us miles apart. He’s got a few bolts loose if he thinks that forcing your beliefs on someone is what being edge is all about. It’s not a revolutionary movement; it’s a personal philosophical choice.” -Spencer- “Yeah, I know, man. No one’s ever thought of you like the high-horse type.” -Eddie- “High horse? Ryan Shane’s high horse is ON a high horse.” Spencer grins, and the mood of the conversation seems to be brightening a bit. -Spencer- “Ha, yeah. And you’re just the guy to fly up there and knock him off of both of ‘em!” -Eddie- “Bouche!” Eddie gives Spencer a quick high-five as they approach the front doors of their hotel. -Eddie- “Now let’s get inside. I’m freezing my stones off out here!” Spencer nods and the two head inside the Holiday Inn. In the foreground, we hear a soft rustle, as if someone or someTHING is slowly moving away. The last we hear is a soft chortle before the scene fades to black. |
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