Post by Prez Sonya Sniper on May 22, 2006 21:50:25 GMT -5
As the moon hung in the sky there was but one solemn thought on the mind of the greatest soldier who died in combat. Of course I mean allegedly died in combat. This story is similar to those other war stories that have went on before this. However, there is one simple difference. I am talking about the change that takes place. Not the change of the soul and the look in the eyes of soldiers. That look of fright every time that war is mentioned, even simply uttered off the lips of anyone around them. No he didn’t have that look. The only thing that could even come close to that look was something even simpler than a war complex.
He looks up at the moon with a sigh knowing that he can’t run forever. That one day it will find him again like it does every other night or so. Although he was getting good at stopping it. But how much longer could he last before he gave in? His dark black hair barely covered his head careful enough not to touch his ears. Brown eyes that seemed to taunt the moon itself. As his black leather trench coat blew in the strong May wind he walked into the city lighting his cigar as the moon was ready to set. This was to be another course in his life as he looked for the cure to an unnamable illness. After all everyone needed some fun in their lives. Besides he had heard that this was as good a place as any to lay low for a while.
(Laz) Well kiddies looks like Lieutenant Laz is on yet another adventure. Will he kick ass? Who knows. ~clicking his tongue~ You know what they do about people in my position? Heh of course you don’t. They run… they always f**king run. When will they learn? He says. You can do this John! He says. Well f**k you old man…
He walks on a few feet before turning back at the camera.
(laz) But you wouldn’t know anything about that would you, Angel?
A woman with blondish brown hair walks a few feet behind him. Her eyes as green as emeralds and her lips as red as blood. She was dressed rather differently as she pulled off her heels and packed them in her hand.
(angel) Baby, I told you we should have gotten that bike fixed before we left.
(Laz) No matter, we are here babe.
Laz ran over and picked her up.
(Laz) So shall we go home?
(Angel) Oh yes! I’m rather tired.
(Laz) ~sitting her down~ There is a new face here in DWWF. A face that will be known as the best wrestler in the entire place. As far as I can tell I already have a leg up. Heh I mean where is everyone? Are they ~shifty eyes and spooky voice~ Dead? Heh ~laughing~ Well kiddies, when you are ready to see a real man in action, step up.
As he walks off with Angel the scene fades out to nothingness.
~Out~
He looks up at the moon with a sigh knowing that he can’t run forever. That one day it will find him again like it does every other night or so. Although he was getting good at stopping it. But how much longer could he last before he gave in? His dark black hair barely covered his head careful enough not to touch his ears. Brown eyes that seemed to taunt the moon itself. As his black leather trench coat blew in the strong May wind he walked into the city lighting his cigar as the moon was ready to set. This was to be another course in his life as he looked for the cure to an unnamable illness. After all everyone needed some fun in their lives. Besides he had heard that this was as good a place as any to lay low for a while.
(Laz) Well kiddies looks like Lieutenant Laz is on yet another adventure. Will he kick ass? Who knows. ~clicking his tongue~ You know what they do about people in my position? Heh of course you don’t. They run… they always f**king run. When will they learn? He says. You can do this John! He says. Well f**k you old man…
He walks on a few feet before turning back at the camera.
(laz) But you wouldn’t know anything about that would you, Angel?
A woman with blondish brown hair walks a few feet behind him. Her eyes as green as emeralds and her lips as red as blood. She was dressed rather differently as she pulled off her heels and packed them in her hand.
(angel) Baby, I told you we should have gotten that bike fixed before we left.
(Laz) No matter, we are here babe.
Laz ran over and picked her up.
(Laz) So shall we go home?
(Angel) Oh yes! I’m rather tired.
(Laz) ~sitting her down~ There is a new face here in DWWF. A face that will be known as the best wrestler in the entire place. As far as I can tell I already have a leg up. Heh I mean where is everyone? Are they ~shifty eyes and spooky voice~ Dead? Heh ~laughing~ Well kiddies, when you are ready to see a real man in action, step up.
As he walks off with Angel the scene fades out to nothingness.
~Out~
