Post by Morbid Angel on Dec 30, 2005 14:00:03 GMT -5
This one is called
Abandoned Homes, Old Hearses, and Morbid Angel!
As the hands of time turn Morbid Angel still remains victorious! Unbeaten in his two matches in this federation. He of corse is proud of that but will not say so. Over the last few weeks morbid Angel has experienced a lot of new things and had barely enough time to eat. The Workaholic Morbid has found a new spot of joy in the most unlikely of places. On a trip into the country side where Morbid wanted to buy a new project mansion he drove by a small junkyard but did not pay much attention to it at first until he turned around to come back and looked in and saw the rear end of a 1960 Cadillac Superior Hearse... Morbid slammed on his breaks and reversed his large Excursion and drove the wide vehicle down the narrow road then stopped quickly. Morbid Leaps from the vehicle and quickly pulls a pair of glasses from his leather trench coat pocket and puts them on. Before Morbid was his Heaven and perhaps your hell. 25 Hearses and Flower Cars sit. The vehicles date from the 1930's to the late 70's early 80's! Morbid gets the grin of the wickedness on his face as he walks the path stopping ever few feet to open a door and look at these cars. Morbid walks to a late 60's model flower car and looks through the window shaking his head in approval! Morbid keeps walking hoping that someone will be around to assist him in his lust for these works of art! Morbid came to a stop right beside a large 1950 model hearse. The car was an orange red the color of rust because that’s what it was covered in. Morbid reached out and touched the yellow glass which has survived for near 60 years. The curtains in the windows still hang shredded and demonic looking in a way. Morbid looks at the seats which were gone and the plastic on the steering wheel had long since fallen off showing the metal wire that was under it. Morbid kept nodding his head as he walked. He starts to point at the ones he wants but to who? The land was abandoned just like the house that was surrounded by these vehicles. Morbid keeps walking and talking to himself in an inaudible tone. Towards the back of the junk yard Morbid starts stepping over fallen trees and various other pieces of cars. A hearse sits alone behind the abandoned house. It would appear that someone drove it there and parked it. Possible that it still runs Morbid pulls open the door and looks at the black leather seats which were ripped so bad that the springs were poking out. The back of the seat had a white sweater on it holding the padding in. Morbid saw a key in the ignition and out of curiosity Morbid turns it. Not even as much as a noise comes from the hearse Morbid shrugs not shocked. In the same moment Morbid pulls a cell phone from his pocket and dials a number.
Morbid-“ Vogel! I need you to get the flat bed out to Radersdorf Road just outside trigg....... An hour..........because I need it!.......Just f*cking do it dammit!........LOOK FOR MY VEHICLE!”
Morbid hangs up the phone and walks back to the street where he sees some people who live in the house up the street stand outside and look in his direction. Morbid takes another look around and takes a deep breath. The cold weather and the rain was inevitable and the slow small drops started to land. Morbid Angel did not care. He walks to his car and opens the door and grabs his top hat to keep the rain off he head. Morbid Angel walked quickly and with the wind hitting his long leather trench coat making it flap behind him and the rain falling from the hat brim.. You would think that the devil was walking in your direction! As Morbid Angel approached the people who were watching him they took a step back and returned to the front porch of their house. Morbid Angel boldly walked up the porch steps and looked at the family who has yet to say anything. Morbid removes his top hat and hold it lightly to his chest with his left hand and gives a small bow and introduces himself with his thick German accent!
Morbid Angel-“ My name is Kyril Krizcheiv, I have come to you this day in interest. I would like to speak with the owner of that property”
Morbid points to the place where his vehicle is parked.
The man of the house starts to speak but not to loud or even to strongly.. Just incase...
Man-“ that property belongs to me. My brother left it to me when he died 3 years ago. Those were his cars. Kyril is it?”
Morbid-“ Call me Jake if you wish. I would like to buy some of them”
Man-“ They are not for sale. Those were my brother life work. I cannot sell those cars”
Morbid-“ your brother is dead and will never return to work with those cars again. I am offering you a chance to fulfill his dreams of those cars”
Man-“ My apologies sir but I will not part with them”
Morbid-“ Typical American! Unable to give up something they don’t need! You would rather allow your family to sit here in this filth eating hard bread and drinking goats milk from that sad goat in the back! You would turn down money and allow them to suffer! For what! YOUR DEAD BROTHERS F*CKING CARS!”
The man is noticeably shaken by Morbid Angel’s change in tone
Man-“ I will have to ask you to leave now.”
Morbid steps closer to the man and peers down at him with an intimidating stare!
Morbid-“ I will not leave without those cars! Give me a price!”
The man looks at his wife
Man-“ Call the police.”
Morbid Angel’s eyes widen with anger a frustration. Morbid will not allow this to go away. Morbid puts his hat on the railing and grabs the man by his shirt lifting him off of the ground to they can see eye to eye. The man looks frightened beyond words.
Morbid-“ What is your name!”
A moment goes by before the man answers
Man-“ C.. Conrad.... “
Morbid-“ tell your wife to not call the police or you going to have a really bad day!”
The man calls off his wife and Morbid puts him back on the ground.
Morbid-“ Give me a price for the cars. I do not want all of them.. Just maybe 3 or 4 is all.”
Conrad-“ I guess make me an offer”
Morbid-“ No.. You give me a price and I will go from there. I don’t wish to insult you”
Conrad thinks for a moment.
Conrad-“ 150 per car?”
Morbid-“ I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you 200 per and a discount on a funeral.. Say 40% off at the Halls of Eternity. My Funeral parlor! Now be a good lad and gather the keys!”
Morbid reaches out and shakes the mans hand
Morbid-“ cash or check?”
Conrad-“ Doesn’t matter how you pay me.”
Morbid-“ doesn’t matter? How about I give you 200 euros? Or 200 yen? It matters. American cash or Euro Cash or Check that can be cashed in most countries?”
Conrad-“ American Cash will be fine”
Morbid-“ Excellent!”
Morbid Angel pulls his wallet from his pocket and counts out $800 American cash!
Morbid looks at the man and hands him the cash
Morbid-“ I already have a tow on the way.”
Morbid turns around and grabs his top hat and the man goes inside to get a key ring and the titles to the ones that have them. Morbid returns to where he parked his car and starts to speak.
Morbid- “Seth, Seth Seth! We meet again... habits that will die hard I am sure... I guess you could not get enough pain from our last battle but that is alright! I am always willing to please people with pain! And when I say pain I mean your pain. You put on a show there for a moment but you did not have what it takes to defeat the Morbid one. Fear not a lot of people don’t have what it takes to beat me... its all mind power I say. They see this big motherf*cker standing before them and they think that the guy is going to be Slow and stupid! Well allow me to mention that you were the slow stupid one.. Not me... as a fact I laugh to myself thinking of the mistakes that you made! Small things that could have allowed you to last longer than you did... but nothing you could have done would of allowed you to win. It’s the way the cards are dealt you know. Some people are meant to lose and some are meant to win. I use to lose back in the day.. I once had no style but all that changed when I fought the great asshole Corpse and he near killed me. Made me want to become better and you know something. I became better! So much better that now people want to beat me to become better.. Strange old world isn’t it?”
Morbid walks around and seats himself in the Flower car and moves the seat to fit himself.. Morbid looks happy with it. Morbid rolls down the window and puts his arm out and looks back at the camera.
Morbid-“ Seth what do you think of this car? Original isn’t it? F*ck she’s gorgeous! Needs a bit of paint but give me a week and it will go! The more I look around here I can’t stop thinking of which one of these I will put your body in to take to the cemetery! Take this one for example.. This one here is rare and it will be something! Look at how long! The size alone ! AH I might die here I am overly excited! Think of the dead that has been taken to their final resting place!
Don’t worry Seth I will clean it out and fix it up before I put you in it! I am not that mean!”
The scene fades to a blood red!
(OOC- so far this is what I got and now I must go to work! I hope people enjoy it thus far and I will put a part two later this eve or tomorrow.
I got the idea from something I saw in real life and yes a Junk Yard of Hearses and all. I am trying to find the owner though so I can get a few for myself. I want the Flower Car, and two hearses (the 1940 model and a 1960 Model) sounds strange to want a hearse but strange people need strange things! I always wanted a hearse and as a fact I was about to buy one in two months. Late 1980's model and it was rotted out... but I just changed my mind! If I get them I will take pictures so you all know what I am looking at.. I know not everyone knows what a Flower car is. When I saw that car and I called it a flower car my friend gave me a weird look. A Flower car looks almost like an El Camino with a Cadillac front and the bed has a metal cover with a door on the back for the casket. Here’s a picture but not of the one I am getting
)
Abandoned Homes, Old Hearses, and Morbid Angel!
As the hands of time turn Morbid Angel still remains victorious! Unbeaten in his two matches in this federation. He of corse is proud of that but will not say so. Over the last few weeks morbid Angel has experienced a lot of new things and had barely enough time to eat. The Workaholic Morbid has found a new spot of joy in the most unlikely of places. On a trip into the country side where Morbid wanted to buy a new project mansion he drove by a small junkyard but did not pay much attention to it at first until he turned around to come back and looked in and saw the rear end of a 1960 Cadillac Superior Hearse... Morbid slammed on his breaks and reversed his large Excursion and drove the wide vehicle down the narrow road then stopped quickly. Morbid Leaps from the vehicle and quickly pulls a pair of glasses from his leather trench coat pocket and puts them on. Before Morbid was his Heaven and perhaps your hell. 25 Hearses and Flower Cars sit. The vehicles date from the 1930's to the late 70's early 80's! Morbid gets the grin of the wickedness on his face as he walks the path stopping ever few feet to open a door and look at these cars. Morbid walks to a late 60's model flower car and looks through the window shaking his head in approval! Morbid keeps walking hoping that someone will be around to assist him in his lust for these works of art! Morbid came to a stop right beside a large 1950 model hearse. The car was an orange red the color of rust because that’s what it was covered in. Morbid reached out and touched the yellow glass which has survived for near 60 years. The curtains in the windows still hang shredded and demonic looking in a way. Morbid looks at the seats which were gone and the plastic on the steering wheel had long since fallen off showing the metal wire that was under it. Morbid kept nodding his head as he walked. He starts to point at the ones he wants but to who? The land was abandoned just like the house that was surrounded by these vehicles. Morbid keeps walking and talking to himself in an inaudible tone. Towards the back of the junk yard Morbid starts stepping over fallen trees and various other pieces of cars. A hearse sits alone behind the abandoned house. It would appear that someone drove it there and parked it. Possible that it still runs Morbid pulls open the door and looks at the black leather seats which were ripped so bad that the springs were poking out. The back of the seat had a white sweater on it holding the padding in. Morbid saw a key in the ignition and out of curiosity Morbid turns it. Not even as much as a noise comes from the hearse Morbid shrugs not shocked. In the same moment Morbid pulls a cell phone from his pocket and dials a number.
Morbid-“ Vogel! I need you to get the flat bed out to Radersdorf Road just outside trigg....... An hour..........because I need it!.......Just f*cking do it dammit!........LOOK FOR MY VEHICLE!”
Morbid hangs up the phone and walks back to the street where he sees some people who live in the house up the street stand outside and look in his direction. Morbid takes another look around and takes a deep breath. The cold weather and the rain was inevitable and the slow small drops started to land. Morbid Angel did not care. He walks to his car and opens the door and grabs his top hat to keep the rain off he head. Morbid Angel walked quickly and with the wind hitting his long leather trench coat making it flap behind him and the rain falling from the hat brim.. You would think that the devil was walking in your direction! As Morbid Angel approached the people who were watching him they took a step back and returned to the front porch of their house. Morbid Angel boldly walked up the porch steps and looked at the family who has yet to say anything. Morbid removes his top hat and hold it lightly to his chest with his left hand and gives a small bow and introduces himself with his thick German accent!
Morbid Angel-“ My name is Kyril Krizcheiv, I have come to you this day in interest. I would like to speak with the owner of that property”
Morbid points to the place where his vehicle is parked.
The man of the house starts to speak but not to loud or even to strongly.. Just incase...
Man-“ that property belongs to me. My brother left it to me when he died 3 years ago. Those were his cars. Kyril is it?”
Morbid-“ Call me Jake if you wish. I would like to buy some of them”
Man-“ They are not for sale. Those were my brother life work. I cannot sell those cars”
Morbid-“ your brother is dead and will never return to work with those cars again. I am offering you a chance to fulfill his dreams of those cars”
Man-“ My apologies sir but I will not part with them”
Morbid-“ Typical American! Unable to give up something they don’t need! You would rather allow your family to sit here in this filth eating hard bread and drinking goats milk from that sad goat in the back! You would turn down money and allow them to suffer! For what! YOUR DEAD BROTHERS F*CKING CARS!”
The man is noticeably shaken by Morbid Angel’s change in tone
Man-“ I will have to ask you to leave now.”
Morbid steps closer to the man and peers down at him with an intimidating stare!
Morbid-“ I will not leave without those cars! Give me a price!”
The man looks at his wife
Man-“ Call the police.”
Morbid Angel’s eyes widen with anger a frustration. Morbid will not allow this to go away. Morbid puts his hat on the railing and grabs the man by his shirt lifting him off of the ground to they can see eye to eye. The man looks frightened beyond words.
Morbid-“ What is your name!”
A moment goes by before the man answers
Man-“ C.. Conrad.... “
Morbid-“ tell your wife to not call the police or you going to have a really bad day!”
The man calls off his wife and Morbid puts him back on the ground.
Morbid-“ Give me a price for the cars. I do not want all of them.. Just maybe 3 or 4 is all.”
Conrad-“ I guess make me an offer”
Morbid-“ No.. You give me a price and I will go from there. I don’t wish to insult you”
Conrad thinks for a moment.
Conrad-“ 150 per car?”
Morbid-“ I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you 200 per and a discount on a funeral.. Say 40% off at the Halls of Eternity. My Funeral parlor! Now be a good lad and gather the keys!”
Morbid reaches out and shakes the mans hand
Morbid-“ cash or check?”
Conrad-“ Doesn’t matter how you pay me.”
Morbid-“ doesn’t matter? How about I give you 200 euros? Or 200 yen? It matters. American cash or Euro Cash or Check that can be cashed in most countries?”
Conrad-“ American Cash will be fine”
Morbid-“ Excellent!”
Morbid Angel pulls his wallet from his pocket and counts out $800 American cash!
Morbid looks at the man and hands him the cash
Morbid-“ I already have a tow on the way.”
Morbid turns around and grabs his top hat and the man goes inside to get a key ring and the titles to the ones that have them. Morbid returns to where he parked his car and starts to speak.
Morbid- “Seth, Seth Seth! We meet again... habits that will die hard I am sure... I guess you could not get enough pain from our last battle but that is alright! I am always willing to please people with pain! And when I say pain I mean your pain. You put on a show there for a moment but you did not have what it takes to defeat the Morbid one. Fear not a lot of people don’t have what it takes to beat me... its all mind power I say. They see this big motherf*cker standing before them and they think that the guy is going to be Slow and stupid! Well allow me to mention that you were the slow stupid one.. Not me... as a fact I laugh to myself thinking of the mistakes that you made! Small things that could have allowed you to last longer than you did... but nothing you could have done would of allowed you to win. It’s the way the cards are dealt you know. Some people are meant to lose and some are meant to win. I use to lose back in the day.. I once had no style but all that changed when I fought the great asshole Corpse and he near killed me. Made me want to become better and you know something. I became better! So much better that now people want to beat me to become better.. Strange old world isn’t it?”
Morbid walks around and seats himself in the Flower car and moves the seat to fit himself.. Morbid looks happy with it. Morbid rolls down the window and puts his arm out and looks back at the camera.
Morbid-“ Seth what do you think of this car? Original isn’t it? F*ck she’s gorgeous! Needs a bit of paint but give me a week and it will go! The more I look around here I can’t stop thinking of which one of these I will put your body in to take to the cemetery! Take this one for example.. This one here is rare and it will be something! Look at how long! The size alone ! AH I might die here I am overly excited! Think of the dead that has been taken to their final resting place!
Don’t worry Seth I will clean it out and fix it up before I put you in it! I am not that mean!”
The scene fades to a blood red!
(OOC- so far this is what I got and now I must go to work! I hope people enjoy it thus far and I will put a part two later this eve or tomorrow.
I got the idea from something I saw in real life and yes a Junk Yard of Hearses and all. I am trying to find the owner though so I can get a few for myself. I want the Flower Car, and two hearses (the 1940 model and a 1960 Model) sounds strange to want a hearse but strange people need strange things! I always wanted a hearse and as a fact I was about to buy one in two months. Late 1980's model and it was rotted out... but I just changed my mind! If I get them I will take pictures so you all know what I am looking at.. I know not everyone knows what a Flower car is. When I saw that car and I called it a flower car my friend gave me a weird look. A Flower car looks almost like an El Camino with a Cadillac front and the bed has a metal cover with a door on the back for the casket. Here’s a picture but not of the one I am getting
)
