Post by emotionalpunk on Nov 20, 2005 19:59:04 GMT -5
The scene opens up outside of a wall. On this wall lays a beautiful mural. Not much is known about this piece of art. It almost looks to be ancient to the large brown eyes gazing at it. These eyes travel around the painting, studying it like an open book. Bright colors cover the wall. Balloons and circus tents painted perfectly along with gigantic oversized elephants. Our view changes to a man staring at the very same mural on the wall. The wall is cracked. It’s been worn down within’ it’s long life.
Man:
It’s amazing. No one has even touched this piece of art. It’s been setting on this wall for years. Without one graffiti mark. This mural has obviously earned its respect in this outrageous city. Maybe it hasn’t earned respect at all though. Just looking at this might frighten little children. Possibly scar them for life. The hideous clowns and gigantic elephants. I was always scared of the circus as a child. My father always made it out to be something it wasn’t. He always told me the circus was an evil nasty place. He ordered me to never go behind his back as a child. I thought about running away. Running away with the circus people. I guess I just thought it’d be a wonderful life. I thought it’d get me away from my perfect family, and their perfect lives. It made me sick how my father payed everything out. He thought by sheltering me from all things evil would make me out to be a normal person. Today, I don’t speak to my father. Or we could change the roles and say he doesn’t speak to me. My father hasn’t spoken to me since he told me the horrible lie. The horrible lie that still makes me shudder to this day.
The man stands starting out into the mural. Traffic flies past him but he doesn’t seem to mind. It’s just him in the wondrous piece of art. The man moves in closer to the mural revealing him to have dark brown shaggy hair. The man slowly pulls a black hood up over his hair to shield his head from the brutal wind. Suddenly the mans eyes look like they are about to pop right out of their sockets and onto the painting itself. He jumps back.. His head tilts to the side as he studies the painting deeper. He’s suddenly noticed something he’d never noticed before. The man suddenly places his palms onto the hard wall. The crazed man begins trying to grip onto the wall with his fingers. But all his attempts fail. As we study the picture more we begin to see a small blond haired little boy. He’s standing all alone. He looks like he’s been beaten brutally throughout his entire life. The dark haired man sudden begins to break down and cry. He falls straight down to his knees.
Man:
Are you going to live your life standing in the back looking around? Are you going to waste your time thinking how you’ve grown up or how you missed out? How your life has been wasted? Now you’re all grown up little boy. You’re out on your own. You can’t hide behind the big elephant cages anymore, when someone comes to beat you. You’re a grown man. You need to stop living in the past.
A tall thin blond approaches from behind the man. She reaches up with her hand and tabs his shoulder. A sad expression lays on her face. She places both hands out onto his shoulders and helps guide him off his knees. The man turns his head away as he whips the tears from his tanned cheeks. He almost looks embarrassed to be seen crying by such a beautiful woman.
Woman:
Anthony is something wrong. You can always talk to me if you need to? You know that right. It’s important that you talk to me Anthony. We need to communicate for this to work. I’m sick of leaving for twenty seconds and coming back with you broken down crying on the floor. This is getting a little ridiculous. If you can’t tell me what’s going on who can you tell. It’s really not healthy for you to keep all of your emotions bottled up inside of you like this.
The man turns around showing deep concern with his brown eyes tilted upward gazing up at her. The man removes his hood and he is seen to be Valor superstar Anthony Shadows. The blond woman taps her foot as she waits for him to speak.
Anthony Shadows:
Tiff, you just don’t understand how personal this is. You never will. This is something that’s between myself and my opponent at Deadly Encounters. This is between myself and the horrible lie of the past. You’ll never understand.
Anthony looks unsettled as he normally does. He eyes wonder in all directions. Tiff looks at him concerned. She knows what he’s thinking. Tiffany takes one last look and starts to walk away. Anthony slides his back down the mural as he sits on the concrete, that he was once standing on before. Shadows takes several looks around but one image stays in the back of his mind, it always will.
Anthony Shadows in Thought:
I’m sick of the things I do when I’m nervous like... counting the number of clouds in the sky or tiles in a ceiling. I’m a wreck.... I’m overblown... I’m just fed up with everything today. I can’t believe I’m sitting here getting all emotional over some painting on a wall. No one will ever understand why I get so choked up around the elephants at the zoo or the clowns at the carnival. I guess that means no one will ever understand my sudden fear for carnys. I don’t share my problems with people because no one will ever understand. No one will ever understand but him. But the truth must never come out. He’ll never know, because I’ll never tell.
Anthony Shadows sits on the gravel playing with his shaggy hair. People walk by, all trying to avoid contact with him. His image must give him bad reputation. He sort of looks like a lost confused soul. His eyes have deep rings around them from lack of sleep. He has a constant paranoid expression in his eyes. He doesn't sit straight up. He slouches over himself, proving his lack of self-esteem. His ghoofball facial expressions don’t help much either. Anthony quickly raises to his feet, slipping a little on his way up.
Anthony Shadows in Thought:
A clown care match. The only thing I can’t figure out is if they know the awful truth about my past or if they think this is some kind of funny joke. I mean placing a man that’s terrified of clowns in the ring with Dionk the Clown might put out good ratings but it’s not logical. Are they trying to humiliate me? Or are they just mocking Ethan Toxic. Do they think just because he’s a former carny that it’d be funny to put him in the wrestling ring with a clown as the ref. Do they really think it’s that funny? I’m not that fond of clowns, nor am I carnys. But, Ethan doesn’t seem to bother me. It’s amazing how Ethan can have such wonderful success after such a havoc filled life. I guess that’s what we like to call karma...
Anthony places his hands back onto the mural. He almost looks like he’s holding on for dear life.
Anthony Shadows: Within’ this mural tells a story. On these walls lay the story of our lives, Ethan. Much more will be explained to you after I show you what a real beating is in our match. You can’t hide behind the elephant cages anymore Toxic.
Shadows lets out a wild laugh, very unlike his true laugh. His eyes shift to the ground below then back up again.
Anthony Shadows:
The truth will come out...when I want it to...
The scene fades to black as Anthony drags himself away from the story of their lives.[/center]
OOC: Yes, I realize this is five days early but I still have to write Meg's rp also and this idea came to me last night. So i thought I'd post this early.. and just get it over with.
