Post by jcbloodstone on Dec 2, 2011 3:40:39 GMT -5
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{The feed opens looking down one of the many main streets in the Las Vegas city the bright flashing neon light’s making the darkest of nights seem like broad daylight, expensive cars drive up and down the street as people walk up and down the street laughing talking generally having what seems to be a good time. Its then that we see an older man pushing a rusty old shopping trolley full of what must all that he own a heavily stained mattress is on top rolled up and tied with what looks like a jug chord. The man cloths are also well used his old green army jacket ripped and faded his jeans have a big hole in the left knee his sneakers don’t match one being black the other blue, his scruffy mated grey hair pokes out from under and black beanie his wrinkled old face hidden by his over grown bushy beard. The old man is deep in conversation with himself as he makes his way up the street it’s only when he comes to a darken alleyway the he is interrupted with a sound.}
Voice: “pssssssst”.
{The elderly man’s head darts around looking for the origin of the voice is only when he sees the glowing end of a cigarette deep within the darkness of the alleyway that he squints trying to see who lurks there, The glow gets brighter before it disappears and a shadowy figure steps forward still hidden in the darkness the figure head remains bowed hidden by a hood as reaches into his pocket he pulls out a crisp hundred dollar bill and places it in the homeless man’s top pocket. The old man looks shocked tear welling up in his eyes the emotion evident in his voice as he speaks.}
Old Man: “Thank You, Thank you how can I ever repay you?”
Voice: “There is no debt here a gift from one human being to another without any strings attached”.
Old Man: “Thank you, I won’t forget this”.
{The man steps forward into the light for the very first time he has on a plain black hoody with the hood up hiding his face a blue denim sleeveless vest over it, a pair of faded blue jeans and black army boots polished to an almost mirror finish. The figure takes a long drag on his smoke before flicking to his feet and crushing it with his boot as he slowly raises his head he removes his hood to reveal his face for the first time. His long black shoulder length hair is greasy and dirty his cold steely blue eyes look out at the man but the most disturbing thing about the man’s face is the scar on his forehead that has been crudely engraved into his skin the symbol known the world over as Anarchy.}
{The old man face has now turned from one of joy to fear at the man who is standing before him unsure of what this man intentions are as if on instinct he takes a few steps back as the man lowers his head once more and begins to talk in his slow raspy voice.}
JC BloodStone: “I can only hope that you will pass on this kindness to those who find themselves in the same position you are, people like you are the picture perfect poster of what has become of society in these the darkest days reliant on the almighty dollar casting aside people like you and me labelling us “failures” because we don’t buy into the greed the drives the greater majority men like you and me, we are now the minority we care about our fellow man we would give the cloths of our backs to help those around us but here in this city of sin I smell nothing but the stench of society slowing decaying and being sucked down the toilet by the rich elite in this world”.
{By this time the old man has slowly back away from BloodStone unsure what to make of the man, JC’s face turns to that of one of contempt as he spits on the ground of the Las Vegas strip and begins to cackle wildly to himself. The old man’s movement away from JC now quickens as JC’s looks at him his fist now clinched his knuckles turning white his hands shaking as he once again speaks in his raspy voice.}
JC BloodStone: “You see another example of this society I show this man good will and he shows his true self, your words mean nothing you’re just like the rest of them take what you can and leave like a thief in the night because you are ruled by your greed. I like to give people the chance to have their eyes opened to the truth some can be lead to it with words others have to be made to suffer for their enlightenment you it seems are the later of these two”.
{JC steps forward towards the man who quickly turns and runs leaving the shopping trolley full of every last thing he owns, JC gets a sick smile across his face as he pushes the trolley over spilling its contents onto the road he sniggers to himself for a moment before reaching into his pocket for another smoke. JC places it in his mouth and lights it taking a long drag he exhales as a light drizzle begins to fall from the sky he bows his head and once again begins to speak.}
JC BloodStone: “EHWF the day of your reckoning is here you will atone for your complicate evolvement in the continued demise of humanity. This Company is the crown jewel of the greed and corruption but soon you will all have your eyes open and have to face the cold stark reality the survival is all we need in this world things like the million dollar homes the fancy cars just tools used by the elite rulers to blind you to the truth and reality that your world is crumbling, you have a choice continue down the path of self-destruction or reach out and grab the hand the will ultimately be your savoir and rise from the ashes like phoenix and embrace who you really are”.
{JC takes a deep breath rubbing his chin his cold blue eyes dart over towards the camera locking onto it he speaks once more.}
JC BloodStone: “ The days the hours the minutes tick by until the day I stand before you, I suggest you all take a step back and look yourselves in the mirror and ask yourselves the hard questions the ones that you have always avoid for the fear of the answers, ask yourself what have you contributed to society have you done anything to help your fellow man or have you just blindly walked thru the vast desert that is this generation with your blinders on like so many. The moment is coming when I will show mysealf and ask you face to face and you had better be ready to answer me”.
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{The feed opens looking down one of the many main streets in the Las Vegas city the bright flashing neon light’s making the darkest of nights seem like broad daylight, expensive cars drive up and down the street as people walk up and down the street laughing talking generally having what seems to be a good time. Its then that we see an older man pushing a rusty old shopping trolley full of what must all that he own a heavily stained mattress is on top rolled up and tied with what looks like a jug chord. The man cloths are also well used his old green army jacket ripped and faded his jeans have a big hole in the left knee his sneakers don’t match one being black the other blue, his scruffy mated grey hair pokes out from under and black beanie his wrinkled old face hidden by his over grown bushy beard. The old man is deep in conversation with himself as he makes his way up the street it’s only when he comes to a darken alleyway the he is interrupted with a sound.}
Voice: “pssssssst”.
{The elderly man’s head darts around looking for the origin of the voice is only when he sees the glowing end of a cigarette deep within the darkness of the alleyway that he squints trying to see who lurks there, The glow gets brighter before it disappears and a shadowy figure steps forward still hidden in the darkness the figure head remains bowed hidden by a hood as reaches into his pocket he pulls out a crisp hundred dollar bill and places it in the homeless man’s top pocket. The old man looks shocked tear welling up in his eyes the emotion evident in his voice as he speaks.}
Old Man: “Thank You, Thank you how can I ever repay you?”
Voice: “There is no debt here a gift from one human being to another without any strings attached”.
Old Man: “Thank you, I won’t forget this”.
{The man steps forward into the light for the very first time he has on a plain black hoody with the hood up hiding his face a blue denim sleeveless vest over it, a pair of faded blue jeans and black army boots polished to an almost mirror finish. The figure takes a long drag on his smoke before flicking to his feet and crushing it with his boot as he slowly raises his head he removes his hood to reveal his face for the first time. His long black shoulder length hair is greasy and dirty his cold steely blue eyes look out at the man but the most disturbing thing about the man’s face is the scar on his forehead that has been crudely engraved into his skin the symbol known the world over as Anarchy.}
{The old man face has now turned from one of joy to fear at the man who is standing before him unsure of what this man intentions are as if on instinct he takes a few steps back as the man lowers his head once more and begins to talk in his slow raspy voice.}
JC BloodStone: “I can only hope that you will pass on this kindness to those who find themselves in the same position you are, people like you are the picture perfect poster of what has become of society in these the darkest days reliant on the almighty dollar casting aside people like you and me labelling us “failures” because we don’t buy into the greed the drives the greater majority men like you and me, we are now the minority we care about our fellow man we would give the cloths of our backs to help those around us but here in this city of sin I smell nothing but the stench of society slowing decaying and being sucked down the toilet by the rich elite in this world”.
{By this time the old man has slowly back away from BloodStone unsure what to make of the man, JC’s face turns to that of one of contempt as he spits on the ground of the Las Vegas strip and begins to cackle wildly to himself. The old man’s movement away from JC now quickens as JC’s looks at him his fist now clinched his knuckles turning white his hands shaking as he once again speaks in his raspy voice.}
JC BloodStone: “You see another example of this society I show this man good will and he shows his true self, your words mean nothing you’re just like the rest of them take what you can and leave like a thief in the night because you are ruled by your greed. I like to give people the chance to have their eyes opened to the truth some can be lead to it with words others have to be made to suffer for their enlightenment you it seems are the later of these two”.
{JC steps forward towards the man who quickly turns and runs leaving the shopping trolley full of every last thing he owns, JC gets a sick smile across his face as he pushes the trolley over spilling its contents onto the road he sniggers to himself for a moment before reaching into his pocket for another smoke. JC places it in his mouth and lights it taking a long drag he exhales as a light drizzle begins to fall from the sky he bows his head and once again begins to speak.}
JC BloodStone: “EHWF the day of your reckoning is here you will atone for your complicate evolvement in the continued demise of humanity. This Company is the crown jewel of the greed and corruption but soon you will all have your eyes open and have to face the cold stark reality the survival is all we need in this world things like the million dollar homes the fancy cars just tools used by the elite rulers to blind you to the truth and reality that your world is crumbling, you have a choice continue down the path of self-destruction or reach out and grab the hand the will ultimately be your savoir and rise from the ashes like phoenix and embrace who you really are”.
{JC takes a deep breath rubbing his chin his cold blue eyes dart over towards the camera locking onto it he speaks once more.}
JC BloodStone: “ The days the hours the minutes tick by until the day I stand before you, I suggest you all take a step back and look yourselves in the mirror and ask yourselves the hard questions the ones that you have always avoid for the fear of the answers, ask yourself what have you contributed to society have you done anything to help your fellow man or have you just blindly walked thru the vast desert that is this generation with your blinders on like so many. The moment is coming when I will show mysealf and ask you face to face and you had better be ready to answer me”.
{With those final words JC slowly slinks back into the darkness of the alleyway.}
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