12-18-2006, 02:17 AM
A mohogany chest rests, with it's lid up, upon a simple table in a rather bland room. The lighting is poor but the chest it's self seems to offer a little light. A gloved hand comes across the chest's top and pauses for a moment then continues, closing the container. A second hand, attached with a black clad arm mjoins it's companion and slowly switches the latches that hinder the box from coming open. The right hand dissapears for a second, only to reappear with a lock in it's grasp. The lock is placed on the chest, but the hand hestistates. A deep sigh comes and the click is followed as the lock is fastened.
Sometimes things happen that you don't see coming...They happen and you can't understand why... You loose it all and never get a say about it... Everything you've ever worked for... Everything you've earned... Everything tou deserved...
Two red double doors close with a loud bang. A repeated clank echoes the hallways and another chain appears, this time interloping the handles f the doors. another lock comes into play, this one is slamed closed by some unseen being.
When you loose it all, you can sometimes loose the will to go on. You sit there, day after day, wondering. What happened? What did I do wrong? Why me? You live in the past, remembering what you had done, reliving your greatest feats, dreaming of what else you could have done to top them. You feel the fire flicker within. But then, you remember it's gone. All of it. Gone And that flicker of flame dies out once again.
A dark silhuoete sits in a prone position, elbows upon it's knees, head resting in his hands.
All of it. Just a stain in the past. Me a stain in the past.
Until now.
The silhouete walks down a dimly lit hall showing the appearance of male. The man, dressed in loose black clothing, has a unique look about him with his head the color of crimson. He approaches a new pair of doors, grey in color, as well as writing labeling the doors "CPW".
An opputunity arose. A contract was offered. The contract was signed. A chance to start anew. A clean slate. New challeanges to partake, a new enviroment, new faces, a new crowd. Everything new. But what does one do? Forget everything he ever knew? Perhaps try to twist things into a new intergrating way. Take gamble, and mix things up. Replace some of the old, with a bit of the new.
The crimson feind takes a breath as he looks himself in his bathroom mirror. He had just gotten word of his first match from a phone call, "First Card. First match. Myself and Kollifum. I've got the same advantage he has, as do I have the same disadvantage he has. He dont know me and I don't know him. It's ok though, just got to step it up a notch. Got to do my best. If nothing else got to let them know..."
Retane turns his head to the camera, "Got to let them know Retane's here..."
Sometimes things happen that you don't see coming...They happen and you can't understand why... You loose it all and never get a say about it... Everything you've ever worked for... Everything you've earned... Everything tou deserved...
Two red double doors close with a loud bang. A repeated clank echoes the hallways and another chain appears, this time interloping the handles f the doors. another lock comes into play, this one is slamed closed by some unseen being.
When you loose it all, you can sometimes loose the will to go on. You sit there, day after day, wondering. What happened? What did I do wrong? Why me? You live in the past, remembering what you had done, reliving your greatest feats, dreaming of what else you could have done to top them. You feel the fire flicker within. But then, you remember it's gone. All of it. Gone And that flicker of flame dies out once again.
A dark silhuoete sits in a prone position, elbows upon it's knees, head resting in his hands.
All of it. Just a stain in the past. Me a stain in the past.
Until now.
The silhouete walks down a dimly lit hall showing the appearance of male. The man, dressed in loose black clothing, has a unique look about him with his head the color of crimson. He approaches a new pair of doors, grey in color, as well as writing labeling the doors "CPW".
An opputunity arose. A contract was offered. The contract was signed. A chance to start anew. A clean slate. New challeanges to partake, a new enviroment, new faces, a new crowd. Everything new. But what does one do? Forget everything he ever knew? Perhaps try to twist things into a new intergrating way. Take gamble, and mix things up. Replace some of the old, with a bit of the new.
The crimson feind takes a breath as he looks himself in his bathroom mirror. He had just gotten word of his first match from a phone call, "First Card. First match. Myself and Kollifum. I've got the same advantage he has, as do I have the same disadvantage he has. He dont know me and I don't know him. It's ok though, just got to step it up a notch. Got to do my best. If nothing else got to let them know..."
Retane turns his head to the camera, "Got to let them know Retane's here..."
First and current League Champion: Holder of the Torrent badge of Earth.
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