Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 15:53:16 GMT -5
In a black room lite dimly by candles sits a man in a old medieval wooden chair. This man adorned in a black aristocratic suit with a blood red tie as he sips from a silver goblet. His eyes roll back as he takes his sip as if whatever he is drinking is bringing him pleasure. He reaches over and sets the goblet down softly on a black night stand with a candle flickering. He brings his arm back over and brings his hands together with his elbows resting on the arm rest. He looks straight forward with this devilish smirk on his face as his eyes lock in on the camera. He begins to speak.
How you do? By now you are pondering who is this finally dressed man? Before I answer the question; let me first say how humbled He is to be lifting this company to where no other soul can take it. For you see no soul can bring this company to promise. I am sure some of you try your hardest; which is admirable. But
He says as full grin comes across his face. His expression changes from a calm to a bit of a fierce expression coming across his face. He brings his finger up to his mouth and rolls his eyes. He leans forward in his chair and begins to speak again.
You all lack elegance, grace, fashion sense, and bite. See these are all things He possesses. For He is not just another mortal; He is an aristocrat. He was born better. He is better. Now i am sure some of you others think you are great, and can take Him down. He welcomes your challenges, but He is not here for that. He does not waste His time with the lesser people. He is here to bring this company into a new night. For to do that He requires to be the top; King if you will. He care little of your petty opinions and thoughts; for you all are lesser beings. He only deals with the elite; the upper class. But from looks of this there is only lower class, and Him. This brings Him to His point. Who He is.
He puts his hands on the end of the arm rest as he lifts himself from the chair. He gets to his feet and turns to the left and takes a step. He keeps turning left to get to the rear of his chair. As he gets behind the chair he reaches down with his right hand and grabs his goblet. He brings the goblet to his lips and tilts the cup up and takes a sip. He closes his eyes as he takes his sip; the same pleasured expression comes across his face as red liquid dribbles down the side of his lip to his chin. He reaches down and sets the goblet back down on the night stand. The devilish smirk comes back across his face as he opens his eyes staring straight into the camera. He opens his mouth to speak
He is your new leader. He is the bringer of this new glorious night. You all will bow in His presence showing your respect for his greatness. For I am Lestat VonBlood and I and your new King.
How you do? By now you are pondering who is this finally dressed man? Before I answer the question; let me first say how humbled He is to be lifting this company to where no other soul can take it. For you see no soul can bring this company to promise. I am sure some of you try your hardest; which is admirable. But
He says as full grin comes across his face. His expression changes from a calm to a bit of a fierce expression coming across his face. He brings his finger up to his mouth and rolls his eyes. He leans forward in his chair and begins to speak again.
You all lack elegance, grace, fashion sense, and bite. See these are all things He possesses. For He is not just another mortal; He is an aristocrat. He was born better. He is better. Now i am sure some of you others think you are great, and can take Him down. He welcomes your challenges, but He is not here for that. He does not waste His time with the lesser people. He is here to bring this company into a new night. For to do that He requires to be the top; King if you will. He care little of your petty opinions and thoughts; for you all are lesser beings. He only deals with the elite; the upper class. But from looks of this there is only lower class, and Him. This brings Him to His point. Who He is.
He puts his hands on the end of the arm rest as he lifts himself from the chair. He gets to his feet and turns to the left and takes a step. He keeps turning left to get to the rear of his chair. As he gets behind the chair he reaches down with his right hand and grabs his goblet. He brings the goblet to his lips and tilts the cup up and takes a sip. He closes his eyes as he takes his sip; the same pleasured expression comes across his face as red liquid dribbles down the side of his lip to his chin. He reaches down and sets the goblet back down on the night stand. The devilish smirk comes back across his face as he opens his eyes staring straight into the camera. He opens his mouth to speak
He is your new leader. He is the bringer of this new glorious night. You all will bow in His presence showing your respect for his greatness. For I am Lestat VonBlood and I and your new King.