Post by 0pandora0 on Oct 16, 2012 5:17:49 GMT -5
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three..four...
As the camera begins flicker the scene of once was is lost, and what is now centers on beautiful dome nightlife of the Mississippi Coast Colosseum. The whited glow of the dome, highlighted by it's city life; it's parking light poles with Surge flags, and banners of EHWF.
The rain is misty from a small October shower, settling little beads of water on the camera lens, making the camera man off settle the cityscape by zooming in. What appears to be silhouette of a small child carrying luggage behind her, shadows along the dome of the Colosseum. The camera man moves in further to follow the shadow, as the night making the shadow of the child seem strange.
ooone...twwwwo...buckle my shoooe...
Can be faintly heard coming from shadow, the voice sounds older, more mature than what appeared to be a small child. The camera pulls around the bend of the Colosseum to spot a young lady, her hair black as the night and scared and ruffled from the rain. Not only making her hair a mess, but only makeup - some eye liner had made its way to corners of her pale face. Her lips part..
three....foourr.....
I'm free, Mister. One-ear here, said I should come her to see if any one wants to play a game wif me. I have fun games...GREAT GAMES...
She tugs on her right arm, where a white scroungy one eared rabbit that's so rugged it could be a stuffed animal - but what appears to be blood stains could suggest something entirely. As the dead is squeezed from the rabbit, her arousal for her game lifts her breath and the slight tearing of stitching from rabbit is slightly heard.
I know, One-ear...I know.. she whispers down to the rabbit,before looking back up at the camera, quickly.. with an innocent face.
I'm Sorry. I'm Pandora, and he is One-Ear. I need to meet someone in charge and I think he is here. He's here, isn't he? Maybe he will let me play wif his friends..
Her lips go sharp and wide, almost trying to holding back a sadistic smile as she looks down at her dress. Her dress is pink and white, and much like dress from Alice, from Alice in Wonderland with words that appear to be ending of a prophecy or revelation scatters amongst it. The bottom clearly reading "WILL END", a crimson hand print between the words...
A new kind of game is coming, sir. Miss FancyLady is probably inside One-ear, we should go..
three....four...
She begins to walk towards the back entrance of the Colosseum dragging in her left hand a wooden chest like a gypsy would own. The craftsmanship of chest was ruined from water, crimson stains, and been clawed on by wolves. The tiny squeak of wooden wheels under it crying it's weight as she moves inside..
SHUT THE DOOR!!!
She screams out as if she was being murdered, using the poor stuffed rabbits face to slam shut the door. The camera keeps focus on the door for a few seconds - as if camera man is still trying figure what he had just seen before the scene fades black....
II
Five...Six..
The camera opens up inside an arena hall way at the Mississippi Coast Colosseum, as it's area is given off by backstage staff members in distance working hard to get the preparations of Mayhem. The new girl earlier seen, Pandora, can be seen slowly walking the halls to what seemed to be the casual tune as earlier, those squeaky wheels of the roller-chest, still rolling behind her...
Two workers carrying wooden rods come out o one of the many doors leading down the hall way, the men trying to be polite of the path of Pandora, trying to hold back their jestered faces as she seems to pass calmly, singing...
Five...six... PICK UP STICKS!!!
The right hand that carries her grudged rotten one eared rabbit that sit tugs into Pandora's breast, like a baby cradles a bottle come thrashing out, the doll's appendages spreading out as Pandora knocks the rods out of the hands of the workers. The rods go over which direction, bouncing around and creating a mess along the halls in every direction as they roll about - and as swift as Pandora laid her attack, she carried on with a giggle and Mr.One-ear was tucked back, safe and sound...
People should be more careful, Mr.One-ear. I could of got hurt... than no one would be able to play wif me...
She says as her chest-box is seen bouncing around from rolling over some of the rods as she continues down hall, the next door down opens up and Quentin Hughes can be seen popping his head around to see what the commotion is,before stepping out of the door to greet the obvious antagonist, giving a little chuckle of ridicule..
heh,heh.. Hey little girl, lil early fa Halloween isn't it?
Pandora stops, looking at Quentin from his feet, up as he breaks out into a louder laugh..
That's a big mean man, Mr. One-ear. But he can play wif me, if he plays nice.. Do you want to play a game wif me big mean guy?
Quentin still amused by the situation tries to hold back his laughter, the expression slightly being changed by the demure of Pandora as she awaits his answer, standing so patiently and naive to his obvious "bitch is crazy" expression that riddles around him..
and what game is that you sexy psychotic bitc...
Before he can get the words off, Pandora lunges up giving Quentin hard sucker punching head butt to the bridge of the nose, the scene happening so quickly at first thought maybe she bit his nose off from the bust of blood and lack of thought of a headbutt from this innocent appearing girl.. Quentin stumbles back giving the image of his busted nose before he grabs it falling back..
Pandora begins to giggle loudly before she runs off, the wheels of the pull-chest screeching louder than ever as she darts down the hall antagonizing...
YOU CAN'T GET ME!!! BAD WORDS CANT GET ME SILLY MEAN MAN!
She giggles and begins to skip, that damn roller-chest bouncing around, as she turns out of sight. The camera zooms in on Quentin, before showing a drip trail from Pandora, who is beginning to recover from the random surprise attack.
Quentin, enraged, darts up and begins dashing into the direction of the blood spotted trail. The camera man runs after him curious of the coming situation - when he finds her. Quentin's speed is incredible as it would appear as he'd catch up in no time as he pulls from camera man, his anger embellishing every profanity that can escape his lip. But the blood trail becomes bolder...
III
If you go chasing rabbits...
The camera man as he tries to catch up has the camera aimed down to gain more speed. The spotted blood dims from tin little specks on the ground. When he catches up to Quentin, he is standing looking around for her opening the mess of doors. A loud giggle can be heard from hall way and the chase pursed. But this one was much shorter. Pandora had possibly walked into her own doom, with locked door and no where to go...
Ooh, I never wanted to beat a women as bad as you.. before I rip that pretty face off, what is your name?
Pandora... and my friend is Mr.One-ear. I call him one ear she whispers for a moment, covering his ear and moving her hand of the roller chest, making a wall b her lips so the stuffed animal cant hear..He's only got one ear..
hahaha this is going to be good. Goodnight, bitch.
Quentin grabs Pandora and slams her up against the locked door, making her head bounce back and forth as his strength and mite turns her into Mr. One-ear. Her hands go up and move frantically as she would if she was scared of being attacked, before she laughs, enraging Quentin even more.. causing him to really loose it as he begins punching at her, but misses his blows as she squirms around them.
I'm Tired of...this..game..
She tries to make out as Quentin keeps throwing blows, but the one that connects home is the right leg that extends out towards the groin of Quentin, causing him to drop Pandora. Holding himself, he tries to get up but his breath just wont let him.
You're a mean man. a mean, mean, mean, MAN!
She thrust her thigh up against the left chest of Quentin causing him to fall back. The tide turns bad as she begins to deliver stomps down onto the torso and knee when another unfamiliar voice is heard..
Come, my innocent one... no more games tonight. You need your rest.
The camera pans over to a women in nurse outfit with red overlap, and white skirt. Her her is golden and pulled into two pigtails that drape over her nurses hat, that has a red sadistic face painted on. A mask fits upon her face, and red and purple sleeves arrow down her arms that lead to a giant syringe...
The "Fancylady" leans down to Quentin who's had enough of this bad day, and pumps the handle on the syringe causing a purple mist out on him, causing him to close his eyes and fall back - cold asleep.
Miss Fancylady! i miss you so much fancylady! you see my friend? he wanted to play a game wif me. I dont think he likes playing wif me.. oooh! show the tv man your trick! show him! show him!
Pandora takes a foot and steps over Quentin as if he wasn't even there. The fancy lady reaches into her bra and pulls out four cards, two queens, two hearts. She spreads them out with her right hand, before shuffling them back together. The shuffle of the cards seem to cause a large ignition as a flare goes up forcing the camera man to drop the camera..