Post by thecarny on Nov 4, 2005 22:24:19 GMT -5
{The scene opens up to a white ground, fluffed by the snowflakes of the dark, winter air. A tiny, dying tree slants to the side, frozen into the hoary land. Beyond this deceased tree are firm footprints, patterned into the white fluff. They decorate the ground for many miles, further off than the sight shows. Following the footsteps that are closely planted beside one another, reveals a oddly familiar Circus Tent, slightly faded from its natural color. Closing in on this tent, we can see a log sat in front of a type of campfire, burning above different sizes of wood. Soon enough, we are inside the tent. It‘s gloomy and trashed. A table is knocked over; old, raggedy clown costumes are positioned in random places in the snow, cobwebs adorn the ceiling, broken drinking glasses lay about in every which corner of the small tent. A man, in a heavy coat stands, facing the frosted ground. A beanie rests upon his head, covering the top half of his face. But he is still recognizable, as his posture and appearance are familiar. He‘s the newcomer to Valor, “The Carny“ Ethan Toxic. He walks forward, pressing the tent open like a curtain and exiting. He marches over to the log beside the fire, and sits on it. He places his hands directly in front of the fire, rubbing them together to generate heat. His breathing can be seen in a puff of mist that exhales from his mouth. He rocks back and forth, with his body wrapped tightly inside the large coat. He speaks after a few moments of attempting to warm himself up:}
“I should be used to the cold by now. I‘ve lived through this so many times. The cold air, the freezing nights, the not to mention the coldhearted ‘family‘ that held me here against my will. I didn‘t even have the fire or the heavy winter coat to keep me warm. It‘s a mystery as to how I‘m still alive. I guess my ripped sheets were my only source of warmth and they were good enough for a cold, scared little boy. But right now, It‘s not my turn to worry about the cold. It‘s “The Hotshot” Ryan Young‘s turn to worry about the cold. The cold that is my heart, the apathy and loathe I feel towards other human beings. Ryan Young, as well as the rest of this Valor federation, I want you to listen to my words and know the man named Ethan Toxic.”
{Ethan Toxic removes the beanie hat from his head, revealing messy blonde locks of hair. He runs a hand through his hair, disheveling it more than before.
Ethan Toxic:}
“This is Chapter One of my life. I was born into a family that wasn‘t even real. A family that owned a Carnival of lies and theft and dishonor. There was no love, there was no sympathy, there was only greed and selfishness. I was too young to understand at first, but I caught on early…by cruel and disgusting ways. I was a puppet, I was a guinea pig. But to my ‘family‘, I was the perfect way to real in the big money. I faced problems at such a young age that even the wisest and strongest and eldest of people could not recover from.”
{“The Carny” Ethan Toxic shakes his arms somewhat, then unzips his coat, removes his sleeves and shakes the heavy coat off his body. He stands with nothing to comfort him in the freezing temperatures like so many nights in his past. He crosses his arms, trying to regain some form of warmth to his body.}
”I‘m freezing on the outside now, but on the inside, I‘m burning with an unbound rage. A fury and anger so scorching that ,even in this sub-zero condition, it could burn and melt anything or anyone. Ryan Young, you will feel this fury and this rage I hold deep inside. Your insides will freeze in fear and the outsides will burn from my pitiless beating I shall grant onto you. It‘s time that I share my anguish and pain with those who oppose me here in Valor. Ryan Young, you are my first target. It‘s your turn to be the scared, lonely little boy I once was. It‘s your turn to be my puppet and face the utmost challenge of your life. I hope you find a way to stay as strong as I did, or Ryan Young, you will not survive in the Era of Ethan Toxic.”
{The scene fades away from Ethan Toxic, who is standing the cold, but boiling with rage. The fire beside him goes out as a Commercial Break takes over.}
OOC: Eh, not my best of work, but I've been pretty busy as of late. I hope to get my RP's up to what I know they can be soon. And, by the way, Good Luck Ryan Young!
“I should be used to the cold by now. I‘ve lived through this so many times. The cold air, the freezing nights, the not to mention the coldhearted ‘family‘ that held me here against my will. I didn‘t even have the fire or the heavy winter coat to keep me warm. It‘s a mystery as to how I‘m still alive. I guess my ripped sheets were my only source of warmth and they were good enough for a cold, scared little boy. But right now, It‘s not my turn to worry about the cold. It‘s “The Hotshot” Ryan Young‘s turn to worry about the cold. The cold that is my heart, the apathy and loathe I feel towards other human beings. Ryan Young, as well as the rest of this Valor federation, I want you to listen to my words and know the man named Ethan Toxic.”
{Ethan Toxic removes the beanie hat from his head, revealing messy blonde locks of hair. He runs a hand through his hair, disheveling it more than before.
Ethan Toxic:}
“This is Chapter One of my life. I was born into a family that wasn‘t even real. A family that owned a Carnival of lies and theft and dishonor. There was no love, there was no sympathy, there was only greed and selfishness. I was too young to understand at first, but I caught on early…by cruel and disgusting ways. I was a puppet, I was a guinea pig. But to my ‘family‘, I was the perfect way to real in the big money. I faced problems at such a young age that even the wisest and strongest and eldest of people could not recover from.”
{“The Carny” Ethan Toxic shakes his arms somewhat, then unzips his coat, removes his sleeves and shakes the heavy coat off his body. He stands with nothing to comfort him in the freezing temperatures like so many nights in his past. He crosses his arms, trying to regain some form of warmth to his body.}
”I‘m freezing on the outside now, but on the inside, I‘m burning with an unbound rage. A fury and anger so scorching that ,even in this sub-zero condition, it could burn and melt anything or anyone. Ryan Young, you will feel this fury and this rage I hold deep inside. Your insides will freeze in fear and the outsides will burn from my pitiless beating I shall grant onto you. It‘s time that I share my anguish and pain with those who oppose me here in Valor. Ryan Young, you are my first target. It‘s your turn to be the scared, lonely little boy I once was. It‘s your turn to be my puppet and face the utmost challenge of your life. I hope you find a way to stay as strong as I did, or Ryan Young, you will not survive in the Era of Ethan Toxic.”
{The scene fades away from Ethan Toxic, who is standing the cold, but boiling with rage. The fire beside him goes out as a Commercial Break takes over.}
OOC: Eh, not my best of work, but I've been pretty busy as of late. I hope to get my RP's up to what I know they can be soon. And, by the way, Good Luck Ryan Young!