It was about me...
Aug 1, 2013 13:32:59 GMT -5
Post by Bondo on Aug 1, 2013 13:32:59 GMT -5
"Your words, they echo throughout the universe, full of themselves. You think just because you're you that I'm automatically supposed to care? Ha. Think again."
His head turns from the side, the video being shot in a profile-view. The film itself is in black and white, and slightly grainy at that.
"I've heard the peanut gallery loud and clear this week. I'm just another face in the crowd. That I'm as generic as Wonder Bread and I should be prepared to lose."
A slight smirk forms at the corner of his mouth.
"As if I'm supposed to care about their opinions? If I'm so fucking generic, then why did my hand get raised in victory? Better yet, I'm supposed to lose, why was I declared the winner last week?
You hear it all the time. He cheated. He stole it. He didn't deserve that win."
A slight flair of his nostril, as the camera pans to the opposite side of his face. His right eye twitching slightly.
"You know what I say to that? Bullshit. If a person isn't willing to do anything to win, then they don't deserve to be here.
This isn't a game. This isn't even a business. I've played games and I've spent many a time in boardrooms. This is a way of life, and as I said, if you can't do anything to make sure you come out on top, you don't deserve to live it."
He blinks his eyes momentarily, and lets his tongue dance around the top of his bottom lip.
"This isn't about your opinion of me, or what you think is going to happen. This isn't about you finding me sexually appealing, or sexism in America today.
This is about survival of the fittest, and frankly... this is about me."
A small smirk forms at the corner of his mouth once more, but it soon eveloped his face.
"My opponents all seem to agree on one thing: that they want to ensure victory for themselves. The problem with that mentality is that you're relying on the others to get on the same page as you. I haven't spoken to my 'partners' at all; why should I? This isn't a war of two unified powers. This is a battle to be fought on many fronts. I will walk into the Greater Richmond Convention Center with one mission in mind: walk out the victor. I don't need the wandering eyes of a partner to have my back. I just need them to focus on not fucking anything up. If it sounds harsh, tough. My only concern right now isn't focused on making friends. It's making a statement and that involves me walking out a winner."
His face falls for a moment.
"But if Alexis Prodigy wants to make a case privately that I'm nothing more than a generic playboy, well, I'm down for a little show and tell."
Another arrogant smirk is evident on his face.
"My name is Thaddeus Grey. I've met your icons and dined with your Gods. I've gotta admit: they're certainly not me."
The shot pans into his eyes, ever so sincere in his previous statement. Without warning the screen cuts to static.
His head turns from the side, the video being shot in a profile-view. The film itself is in black and white, and slightly grainy at that.
"I've heard the peanut gallery loud and clear this week. I'm just another face in the crowd. That I'm as generic as Wonder Bread and I should be prepared to lose."
A slight smirk forms at the corner of his mouth.
"As if I'm supposed to care about their opinions? If I'm so fucking generic, then why did my hand get raised in victory? Better yet, I'm supposed to lose, why was I declared the winner last week?
You hear it all the time. He cheated. He stole it. He didn't deserve that win."
A slight flair of his nostril, as the camera pans to the opposite side of his face. His right eye twitching slightly.
"You know what I say to that? Bullshit. If a person isn't willing to do anything to win, then they don't deserve to be here.
This isn't a game. This isn't even a business. I've played games and I've spent many a time in boardrooms. This is a way of life, and as I said, if you can't do anything to make sure you come out on top, you don't deserve to live it."
He blinks his eyes momentarily, and lets his tongue dance around the top of his bottom lip.
"This isn't about your opinion of me, or what you think is going to happen. This isn't about you finding me sexually appealing, or sexism in America today.
This is about survival of the fittest, and frankly... this is about me."
A small smirk forms at the corner of his mouth once more, but it soon eveloped his face.
"My opponents all seem to agree on one thing: that they want to ensure victory for themselves. The problem with that mentality is that you're relying on the others to get on the same page as you. I haven't spoken to my 'partners' at all; why should I? This isn't a war of two unified powers. This is a battle to be fought on many fronts. I will walk into the Greater Richmond Convention Center with one mission in mind: walk out the victor. I don't need the wandering eyes of a partner to have my back. I just need them to focus on not fucking anything up. If it sounds harsh, tough. My only concern right now isn't focused on making friends. It's making a statement and that involves me walking out a winner."
His face falls for a moment.
"But if Alexis Prodigy wants to make a case privately that I'm nothing more than a generic playboy, well, I'm down for a little show and tell."
Another arrogant smirk is evident on his face.
"My name is Thaddeus Grey. I've met your icons and dined with your Gods. I've gotta admit: they're certainly not me."
The shot pans into his eyes, ever so sincere in his previous statement. Without warning the screen cuts to static.
OOC: Sorry this is kinda crap this week. Had originally planned to do a collab-piece with The Crowe but he kinda disappeared on me. So again, I'm sorry it isn't better. Especially compared to last week's writing with the CD; but I definitely didn't want to no-show. So good luck to all, and I hope to see a return of the Crowe before deadline tonight! 
