Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Feb 5, 2009 16:53:46 GMT -5
Staring down at the wall, he felt the blood on him but it was caked and cold and in his mouth. It tasted like rubber and cement, but turned to dust and faded to nothing every time he tasted it with his tongue. It turned to nothing but it never left, and the more he cried the more it splashed the mirror at his feet, the one hanging on the wall. His feet were on the floor, and these two facts didn't contradict each other, as he gave no thought to logic. Whispers thundered in his skull, causing the heart aflutter with butterfly wings crashing through the walls.
"Why?"
He couldn't answer. The mirror held not reflection, even as he knelt down, feet firmly planted in the ground as his knees became his only support. He wished it devoured him, not knowing what it was, but understanding perfectly. Ripples emnated from the centre of the reflection, the hand comming out rotted and festering, covered in blood. The hand came up to the top of his face, digging through the flesh, tearing off the disguise of his face. Now he was bare to the world, but on the other side of his face was that face, staring at him! The woman cried. "Why? Why? It's cold, why did you put me here?" He simply cried in silence. Every time he tried to speak, a lump in his throat wouldn't let him. He wished it was cancer, and left this world screaming. He woke up with a whisper.
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(Camera pulls back, to show Komosube at a table, dozens of empty bowls with used chopsticks in them. They are in the locker room of Aragato and Komosube, which is large enough to provide seperate rooms for the both of them, everywhere they go. When the camera pulls out, Komosube is casually holding Roxy Malone up in the air by the back of her belt. Roxy is looking deathly frightened, but gulps and holds the mic to her lips.)
Roxy: Uhh, first of all, Komosube-san, let me apologize-
(Komosube retorts in rapid fire Japanese, the look on his face extremely angry. The peasant looking old man beside Komosube begins translating, looking somewhat nervous.)
Komosube(as told by translator): The next time you try and touch my food, you round-eyed little devil, I'll bite off your (bleep!) fingers.
Roxy: O-oh, uhh, I am sorry, I had no idea y-you uhh y-y-you would take offense...can you put me down now?
Komosube: Not until I've had my say. Hold out the mic. Farther. FARTHER, ROUND EYE!
(Roxy complies, meekly, other free hand keeping her cleavage from becomming a free show.)
Komosube: Allright, you Capitalist scum, I will make this quick. When Deathmatch living legend Aragato steps into that ring, Mr. Halloween Dark will find that his stupid American fat hide will not provide him any asset in that ring! We've been watching his matches and been studying him in the inevitable event that we have to destroy him to make our example. Believe it or not, Round Eyes-
(at this point Komosube mocks the viewers at home by pulling down his left eye with his left hand, to make it look more round and American)
Komosube: Hiroshima shall reveal itself this show, and the needless destructive force shall leave all in it's path destroyed!
(Komosube drops Roxy, who scrambles to her feet and runs from the room cursing, as Komosube goes back to eating before the screen fades to the image of the nuclear blast of Hiroshima. It sticks there for a few minutes before fading to black.)
OOC: You can see here that Komosube's translator used to be the guy carrying the giant barrel of sake on his back, before I changed it subtly to the guy in the suit, who conveys zero emotion, whatsoever. This was also before I really understood the Komosube character, and instead pushed Aragato first. Oh my how things change.
"Why?"
He couldn't answer. The mirror held not reflection, even as he knelt down, feet firmly planted in the ground as his knees became his only support. He wished it devoured him, not knowing what it was, but understanding perfectly. Ripples emnated from the centre of the reflection, the hand comming out rotted and festering, covered in blood. The hand came up to the top of his face, digging through the flesh, tearing off the disguise of his face. Now he was bare to the world, but on the other side of his face was that face, staring at him! The woman cried. "Why? Why? It's cold, why did you put me here?" He simply cried in silence. Every time he tried to speak, a lump in his throat wouldn't let him. He wished it was cancer, and left this world screaming. He woke up with a whisper.
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(Camera pulls back, to show Komosube at a table, dozens of empty bowls with used chopsticks in them. They are in the locker room of Aragato and Komosube, which is large enough to provide seperate rooms for the both of them, everywhere they go. When the camera pulls out, Komosube is casually holding Roxy Malone up in the air by the back of her belt. Roxy is looking deathly frightened, but gulps and holds the mic to her lips.)
Roxy: Uhh, first of all, Komosube-san, let me apologize-
(Komosube retorts in rapid fire Japanese, the look on his face extremely angry. The peasant looking old man beside Komosube begins translating, looking somewhat nervous.)
Komosube(as told by translator): The next time you try and touch my food, you round-eyed little devil, I'll bite off your (bleep!) fingers.
Roxy: O-oh, uhh, I am sorry, I had no idea y-you uhh y-y-you would take offense...can you put me down now?
Komosube: Not until I've had my say. Hold out the mic. Farther. FARTHER, ROUND EYE!
(Roxy complies, meekly, other free hand keeping her cleavage from becomming a free show.)
Komosube: Allright, you Capitalist scum, I will make this quick. When Deathmatch living legend Aragato steps into that ring, Mr. Halloween Dark will find that his stupid American fat hide will not provide him any asset in that ring! We've been watching his matches and been studying him in the inevitable event that we have to destroy him to make our example. Believe it or not, Round Eyes-
(at this point Komosube mocks the viewers at home by pulling down his left eye with his left hand, to make it look more round and American)
Komosube: Hiroshima shall reveal itself this show, and the needless destructive force shall leave all in it's path destroyed!
(Komosube drops Roxy, who scrambles to her feet and runs from the room cursing, as Komosube goes back to eating before the screen fades to the image of the nuclear blast of Hiroshima. It sticks there for a few minutes before fading to black.)
OOC: You can see here that Komosube's translator used to be the guy carrying the giant barrel of sake on his back, before I changed it subtly to the guy in the suit, who conveys zero emotion, whatsoever. This was also before I really understood the Komosube character, and instead pushed Aragato first. Oh my how things change.