Post by R. Aiden Torres on Sept 26, 2007 3:10:30 GMT -6
The scene opens up to quiet night on a small European town with in the mountains. Beautiful small town covered in a light powder snow. Few lights are seen about the place especially from the main road that runs through the place. One point it spawns of a side road that turns into a mountain pass. Clouds begin to fill the night sky. The road lights up as you can hear a car. The camera turns as it’s directly in the path of a car. The light blind the camera view. The lights turn off as can tell it’s a 2007 Lamborghini Murcielago Research. The door opens up and as some one step out from the car. The guy stands as he wear very old trench coat. He pulls out a cane and puts it down on the ground shutting the door. He locks the expensive car as he turns. When the camera gets a good look it clear that the person was Mr. Showtime. He wears oval dark glasses and a black gothic suit under the trench. He looks up as it begins to sprinkle. He begins a slow walk pass the camera and onto the dirt road. The camera moves to the dirt road but doesn’t follow Mr. Showtime but panning up to a large Dracula style castle upon the mountain tops. Mr. Showtime makes his way toward the castle.
The people begin to gather at the end road to the castle watching the stranger head up the mountain road. People pour out from every building wondering what can be transpire at the old castle that haunts the small village with a wicked shadow. Light strikes across the sky as a heavy wind picks up knock local church bells. They ring out through the land with perhaps a warning. A warning to all who dare to pick up and challenge the evil lies with in the shadows from the castle, yet one person not afraid to stare this evil in the eye to defeat it or become one with it.
The scene changes to hall ways with in the castle. It passes by the window as the rain had turned into a full storm. Was it created by the evil weaves of magic with in these walls? Is the castle alive and trying to warn the guest that comes in un-welcomed or was it the way that the castles welcomes it guest and rolls out the carpet? Questions that will not be answered neither sooner or later. Candle light flickers down the halls beside the sudden burst of lighting that provides split second lighting for the dimly lit halls. Play with shadows and madness that lives with in the mind of mankind. The camera turns to the door way half open as some one is sitting at a desk. A Very old man sits behind the desk and looks like wouldn’t last long with many. The trench coat passes in the front of the camera as moves to the desk. He puts his hands down on the desk. Hair drips with water being soaked from the rain but the trench coat beads it off as if it were made for these type of rainy days of the region.
Mr. Showtime: Tell me old man what do you see?
Old Man: The Omen!
Light strikes moving shadows across the old man face. Mr. Showtime unmoved by the raspy voice of the old man begins to talk once again.
Mr. Showtime: The omen? What omen?
Old Man: You are quick to want answers when they don’t come apparent to you. You need to take your time and look for the answers you need.
Mr. Showtime: Look I did not come here to be told I need to sit back and look for my own answers. You owe me for bringing me to this castle in middle of a storm.
Old Man: This storm is of your own doing. Do not blame me for your problems.
Mr. Showtime: Look if you’re going to give me a zen lecture on creating my own solutions to my problems. I don’t need it. I have depended on very few and I will continue to make my own way through this world. I have bounced from a homeless man to some one making b-rated movies to one of POW’s elite and entrepreneur of business.
Old Man: What do you have to show that you are so called elite?
The confused Showtime would ponder the question for a bit.
Old Man: As I thought. You have nothing to show for your years of blood and tears.
Mr. Showtime: Wrong! I have a beautiful wife.
Old Man: And? Does not every man come into love and out of love? Some find it a couple of times. Do you have an item that show’s that you have made it?
Mr. Showtime: A title?
The old man only nods to the question. Mr. Showtime shakes his head no.
Mr. Showtime: Well I guess not but I will soon.
Old Man: Will you show me? Will you show me what you got that makes it to the top?
Mr. Showtime: What does it matter old man? You have no interest into my life or affairs.
Old Man: I have followed you. I have noted every little detail you have done in your life. Even the stuff most other would not dare. I know you have been down in the dumps. The edge of taking your own life in hopes to free of you of the life you put on your self!
Mr. Showtime: I DID NOT PUT THAT LIFE ON MY SELF!
Old Man: Do not raise your voice at me!
Mr. Showtime: You need to learn to hold your tongue old guy!
Old Man: Do not make empty threats. You have a match you need to save your self for, plus would you dare hit an old guy who can’t defend him self?
Mr. Showtime: I would have no problem with that.
Old Man: Hate grows with in you. This will be your third chance. Your last chance too. Don’t fail me now.
Mr. Showtime: (Laughs) Fail you? Why should I worry about failing you? You are nothing.
Old Man: You will fail your wife and Society of Chaos if you don’t come out with this win for the title, the title that should be in your hands and the hands of the leader for Society of Chaos.
Mr. Showtime: They continue to fail me. I don’t see why I should do this for their comfort.
Old Man: Are you not the young leader?
Mr. Showtime: I may be the leader of a group but doesn’t mean I like it. For awhile now I question those whom call me friend, allies, relative or even the title of wife.
Lighting strikes outside as the storm rages further. The old man looks to the window and smiles.
Mr. Showtime: Old man I am getting this title. Not for you. Not for Fire or Society of Chaos. This one is for me and me alone. I will claim this victory in my name. I have the blood and the passion. I have the rage and fury with in my self. I know what I need and want and it’s wrapped around the waist of Big Ci, The Valor title which will be mine in due time. Big Ci will do well to cherish his time with it because it draws near with the title calls for some one new but who knows the business. Who better then to answer the call then the one and only Mr. Showtime!? No one else can hear it. It cry’s out to me.
Old Man: Ah. You are in tuned and inclined to take what rightfully yours if you truly deserve such an item of status among your peers and those who judge you.
Mr. Showtime: I listen to only one judge because this is the judge that matter to me and that judge is my self. Not Society of Chaos, Fire, Big Ci or the rest of POW.
Old Man: You claim big but will you deliver on your promise?
Mr. Showtime: I promise you nothing.
Old Man: You promise me everything. The fire that fuels you Mr. Showtime lies in the same with me. Answer that will only come with time and they will reveal them self’s only if you listen to them. This is the Omen of times. Will you be able to stand the test of fate and gain what is yours?
Mr. Showtime: I do not know what you mean by all this zen shit. I could careless truthfully. Now it’s time for me to shine and take it from him. Prove to the only person that matters to me. I am not done nor will I rest yet. I will crawl into the darkness like you have. Setting your self alone in the castle that looms over these mountains creating a shadow of despair or maybe you’re the one that challenges man to have hope but enough of this hiding meaning shit. You get one thing clear you don’t scare me. This is all for me and its my time. Time for the ‘Whole Damn Show’.
With a huff Mr. Showtime turns around with his trench fluttering in the air with the sudden spin. He walks his pace out of the room, the window’s shake with the wind and the storm that worsens with the time. The old man stares at the place that Mr. Showtime had standing in front of him. He smiles a familiar grin to many who have followed Mr. Showtime. The window burst open with a sudden gust of wind quickly putting the candle out. The room falls dark as the shadow’s crawl upon the wall. With a thunderous clamp lighting strikes as the face of the old man is only but the other half is recognizable that it’s the very same as Mr. Showtime him self. The scene fades to black.
The people begin to gather at the end road to the castle watching the stranger head up the mountain road. People pour out from every building wondering what can be transpire at the old castle that haunts the small village with a wicked shadow. Light strikes across the sky as a heavy wind picks up knock local church bells. They ring out through the land with perhaps a warning. A warning to all who dare to pick up and challenge the evil lies with in the shadows from the castle, yet one person not afraid to stare this evil in the eye to defeat it or become one with it.
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Das Omen [The Omen]
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Das Omen [The Omen]
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The scene changes to hall ways with in the castle. It passes by the window as the rain had turned into a full storm. Was it created by the evil weaves of magic with in these walls? Is the castle alive and trying to warn the guest that comes in un-welcomed or was it the way that the castles welcomes it guest and rolls out the carpet? Questions that will not be answered neither sooner or later. Candle light flickers down the halls beside the sudden burst of lighting that provides split second lighting for the dimly lit halls. Play with shadows and madness that lives with in the mind of mankind. The camera turns to the door way half open as some one is sitting at a desk. A Very old man sits behind the desk and looks like wouldn’t last long with many. The trench coat passes in the front of the camera as moves to the desk. He puts his hands down on the desk. Hair drips with water being soaked from the rain but the trench coat beads it off as if it were made for these type of rainy days of the region.
Mr. Showtime: Tell me old man what do you see?
Old Man: The Omen!
Light strikes moving shadows across the old man face. Mr. Showtime unmoved by the raspy voice of the old man begins to talk once again.
Mr. Showtime: The omen? What omen?
Old Man: You are quick to want answers when they don’t come apparent to you. You need to take your time and look for the answers you need.
Mr. Showtime: Look I did not come here to be told I need to sit back and look for my own answers. You owe me for bringing me to this castle in middle of a storm.
Old Man: This storm is of your own doing. Do not blame me for your problems.
Mr. Showtime: Look if you’re going to give me a zen lecture on creating my own solutions to my problems. I don’t need it. I have depended on very few and I will continue to make my own way through this world. I have bounced from a homeless man to some one making b-rated movies to one of POW’s elite and entrepreneur of business.
Old Man: What do you have to show that you are so called elite?
The confused Showtime would ponder the question for a bit.
Old Man: As I thought. You have nothing to show for your years of blood and tears.
Mr. Showtime: Wrong! I have a beautiful wife.
Old Man: And? Does not every man come into love and out of love? Some find it a couple of times. Do you have an item that show’s that you have made it?
Mr. Showtime: A title?
The old man only nods to the question. Mr. Showtime shakes his head no.
Mr. Showtime: Well I guess not but I will soon.
Old Man: Will you show me? Will you show me what you got that makes it to the top?
Mr. Showtime: What does it matter old man? You have no interest into my life or affairs.
Old Man: I have followed you. I have noted every little detail you have done in your life. Even the stuff most other would not dare. I know you have been down in the dumps. The edge of taking your own life in hopes to free of you of the life you put on your self!
Mr. Showtime: I DID NOT PUT THAT LIFE ON MY SELF!
Old Man: Do not raise your voice at me!
Mr. Showtime: You need to learn to hold your tongue old guy!
Old Man: Do not make empty threats. You have a match you need to save your self for, plus would you dare hit an old guy who can’t defend him self?
Mr. Showtime: I would have no problem with that.
Old Man: Hate grows with in you. This will be your third chance. Your last chance too. Don’t fail me now.
Mr. Showtime: (Laughs) Fail you? Why should I worry about failing you? You are nothing.
Old Man: You will fail your wife and Society of Chaos if you don’t come out with this win for the title, the title that should be in your hands and the hands of the leader for Society of Chaos.
Mr. Showtime: They continue to fail me. I don’t see why I should do this for their comfort.
Old Man: Are you not the young leader?
Mr. Showtime: I may be the leader of a group but doesn’t mean I like it. For awhile now I question those whom call me friend, allies, relative or even the title of wife.
Lighting strikes outside as the storm rages further. The old man looks to the window and smiles.
Mr. Showtime: Old man I am getting this title. Not for you. Not for Fire or Society of Chaos. This one is for me and me alone. I will claim this victory in my name. I have the blood and the passion. I have the rage and fury with in my self. I know what I need and want and it’s wrapped around the waist of Big Ci, The Valor title which will be mine in due time. Big Ci will do well to cherish his time with it because it draws near with the title calls for some one new but who knows the business. Who better then to answer the call then the one and only Mr. Showtime!? No one else can hear it. It cry’s out to me.
Old Man: Ah. You are in tuned and inclined to take what rightfully yours if you truly deserve such an item of status among your peers and those who judge you.
Mr. Showtime: I listen to only one judge because this is the judge that matter to me and that judge is my self. Not Society of Chaos, Fire, Big Ci or the rest of POW.
Old Man: You claim big but will you deliver on your promise?
Mr. Showtime: I promise you nothing.
Old Man: You promise me everything. The fire that fuels you Mr. Showtime lies in the same with me. Answer that will only come with time and they will reveal them self’s only if you listen to them. This is the Omen of times. Will you be able to stand the test of fate and gain what is yours?
Mr. Showtime: I do not know what you mean by all this zen shit. I could careless truthfully. Now it’s time for me to shine and take it from him. Prove to the only person that matters to me. I am not done nor will I rest yet. I will crawl into the darkness like you have. Setting your self alone in the castle that looms over these mountains creating a shadow of despair or maybe you’re the one that challenges man to have hope but enough of this hiding meaning shit. You get one thing clear you don’t scare me. This is all for me and its my time. Time for the ‘Whole Damn Show’.
With a huff Mr. Showtime turns around with his trench fluttering in the air with the sudden spin. He walks his pace out of the room, the window’s shake with the wind and the storm that worsens with the time. The old man stares at the place that Mr. Showtime had standing in front of him. He smiles a familiar grin to many who have followed Mr. Showtime. The window burst open with a sudden gust of wind quickly putting the candle out. The room falls dark as the shadow’s crawl upon the wall. With a thunderous clamp lighting strikes as the face of the old man is only but the other half is recognizable that it’s the very same as Mr. Showtime him self. The scene fades to black.
