Yes. Yes it is. Well, what my take on it is that it's pretty much that "that's who we like the most - the ones we can't" kinda things. And you know, at one point in our times, we all have to go through that stuff and I just really like the song. .... LOL I don't know where this is going. I really want to see another dubstep fight scene. I remember when A-sassy-n's creed had a dubstep trailer and I was really excited and amazed that nobody had done that before and yet, it was disappointing :( I WANT A COOL DUBSTEP FIGHT SCENE, GOSHDARNIT. Anywho. I still have no idea. Oh, but in the song, there are the lines "You know me, I love to lose my mind. Every time anybody speaks your name, I still feel the same, I ache I ache I ache inside." It's just so sadddddddd. There's that whole world falling apart thing and that romantic 'you came back for me' but then we're reminded that it's all just a dream and aeskfjlksjglkjsfdklldsg. It's a nice song. Anywho, where am I going, where, am, I... Yus.
QUESTION TO JESS: Remember that time you and Maria painted those big letters that spelt SNEZANA for, well, Snezana? Was that really a year ago? Or was it Christmas? I'm losing my mind here, Jess, I need to know.
Next topic of conversation. ......... I'm sorry, guys. Horrible post today. I don't even know why I'm here. Ummmmm, one piece is good. And I love the sky. How it spans across to the rest of the world - far beyond where your sight can take you. I love the clouds, so ethereal, so soft, so beautiful. I love the way the sun dances off of them. I love the blue, I love the brightness. And the best thing is - it doesn't stop there. Beyond the ocean of sunshine and cotton candy, there's the never-ending blackness - sparkled by stars, and draped by nebulas. I love the sky. I absolutely love it.
Okay, okay, okay. Because this post suck horrible balls, I shall enlgihten you with a script. LOL It's not all that and it has nothing to do with my Gravity one but hey, it was fun to right. It's called: WEDNESDAY.
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Marcus: Isn’t it
obvious? Hair as vibrant as the sun, fingers as graceful as swans. She will
come and destroy every piece of you, villain. And I’m afraid there really isn’t
anything you can do to stop her. Can’t you feel that lack of lovely breeze, and
that silent howl of wind? The shying of the moon, the stillness of the leaves.
They are all signs that she is coming. Signs that mean the waking of the girl
with the crescent shadow, the deathly whisper, and the midnight allure. The
time, the day, the moment, the sway, of Shadow-striking Charlotte Wednesday.
Iago: Oh please,
save me the introduction. I need none other than the sight of this mysterious
lady. But once this Charlotte witnesses the destructive powers of I, Iago
Monday, she will runnest away like a little baby duck. So save your breath,
Marcus Horseradish, for it will be your last.
Enter Ember, from
stage left.
Ember: And yet
you speak so much yo-self. Drop the act, fool. I’m about to go downtown on yo
puny ass. If God will be my witness, see that I am defending an innocent man,
and give me the power, as little as needed, to obliterate this pathetic little
runt, okay?
Ember begins to glow.
You see,
I am a soldier of the heavens. I’m a devil, yes, yes. But I am more angelic
than of the flames. And with these full-blown wings, you will see the other
side of life, choking and bleeding all over the road. I am Ember Saffron, the
third Devil of Marilyn Manor, and now you will feel my God-like wrath.
Ember burns even
brighter, until bright sparkly flame-like smoke effervesces off her skin.
Iago: Wow. You
actually mean it. You think you can defeat me? Think again, little girl.
Lightning, hurricanes, hail and all. Strike down this arrogant whore, and with
haste she shall fall. Winds of destruction, slice this duck ‘til she’s nothing
but a bag of bones, licked dry of her own blood.
Thunder is heard and
lighting begins to flash. A fan also blows into the stage, giving the effect of
strong winds.
Where
is your god now?
A strange, hooded
figure arises from a trapdoor behind Iago. It is Charlotte!
Charlotte: Ekatón
dýo. Antío, Iago Saffron. Eínai
kairós na procho̱rí̱soume.
Charlotte stabs the
man in the dark, as the light fades inwards toward the two until there is only
a spotlight on them.
Eínai kairós na gínoume éna me ton kósmo skiá.
Lights come back on.
Marcus:
Charlotte. I… You’re here.
Charlotte: And yet
now, I must leave. Bury the body at midnight. I will join for a minute to bless
the grave then. Marcus, here is your bow, arrows and quiver. I apologise for
not returning it earlier, when I intended to, especially since you needed it
for this man here. Please forgive me.
Marcus: I can
try, you dirty little whore. But I’m going to hesitate the next time you ask
for something.
Charlotte: I said
I was sorry. Oh my god, Marcus, why do you have to be like this? It’s not like
you ever die when this happens. Maybe you get close, but I always save you.
Come on, Marcus, jeez. Grow up.
Marcus: Me? Why
don’t you get your own weapons, you cheapskate. And is that MY knife? Dammit,
Charlotte, you’ve stopped asking completely now? Wednesday, you are gr-
Ember: OKAY, so yeah,
thanks a lot, Miss Wednesday. Very much appreciated. But I guess I have to go
too. Daddy’s worrying. And I have this sorta rebellious reputation to him. Ugh.
I mean, it’s not like I asked to be born a devil. I’m sorry I’m not perfect
like Jesus, daddy. But Jesus smoked once, too. He’s not that perfect. WHY CAN’T
YOU JUST ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM?
Marcus: … Yeah,
you should probably go now…
A bright, yellow
spotlight on the ceiling, directly above Ember, shines on her, as she ascends
into the area above the stage. A church choir sings in the background.
Charlotte: Ten
bucks says you can’t shoot her shoe off without touching her.
Marcus: Psht,
Charlotte, you fool. You just lost ten dollars to the town’s best archer.
Charlotte:
Horseradish, you’re the town’s only archer.
Marcus: Quiet,
I’m trying to concentrate over here.
He aims and fires. He
ends up shooting Ember in the stomach. The choir singing stops.
Ember:
Ahhhhhhhhhh-
Thud. She hits the
ground.
Marcus: Oh dear.
We should probably run now.
Charlotte: Yup.
Exit Charlotte and
Marcus. Blackout. Ember groans in the darkness.
Ember: Is nobody
going to help me? …
Nobody helps Ember.
The end.
Apologies for the colours :L
I believe it was Christmas
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