A Fate You Don't Deserve. [Nem rp]
Mar 9, 2015 4:07:55 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on Mar 9, 2015 4:07:55 GMT -5
“I should not be looking forward to this nearly as much as I am.” Ricky Oswego surmises, his face twitching with worry. He runs a hand through gelled hair, using his other hand to further loosen an already loosened tie, as if searching for some level of comfort he’d previously been unable to find. His wrinkled white shirt; top button left undone, a fading blue blazer completing his ensemble; of what can be seen anyway. He looked like a disgruntled car salesman, his face a portrait betraying the uncertainty that he felt in his emotions.
“Does that make me a bad person?” He ponders aloud, his voice and expression pleading for an answer. “D-D-Does that make me a vile human being? Knowing the terror, the destruction, the -- mutilation --” he hisses with a sinister sneer, finding some weird amusement in the word as he allows it to linger briefly before continuing. "--that awaits young Katie Clarke? Knowing all of that and still having this visceral sense of anticipation?"
His eyes momentarily flicker with a savage radiance. "She doesn't deserve it." He whispers, apologetic in his tone. "Lord knows that she doesn't -- but the weak must be sacrificed. Sacrificed to the monster that now inhabits this den and calls it his home. And I can see it so vividly!" He exuberantly bursts out, flailing his arms in the air.
"Young innocent Katie, with those gargantuan hands of the beast wrapped around her neck; the struggle for air intensifying as his grip tightens; the dulling of her eyes as the light of hope fades and eventually disintegrates into a devouring darkness--" He lowers his head, shaking it in shame. "--as the realization of defeat sets in. The finality of the moment -- that brief second of understanding that everything she’d worked for was all for naught, right before the beast hoists her up--" he points upward, and then drops his hand down into the other with a loud clap. "-- and brings her dreams, aspirations, and her entire world, CRASHING to the ground in a violent collision."
He glares into the camera, a softness in his eyes, his voice just above a whisper. "No, you don't deserve it Katie, but that's exactly why you are the perfect vessel for which our message can be conveyed.”
“That no one is safe.”
“You are not above the slaughter, for it has no preference. Anyone can be sacrificed. Bad things happen to good people all the time and even worse things happen to the wicked; and Nem... will be the worst thing that happens to you all.”
“I look at you, and I see the shimmer of a blissful ignorance in your eyes, Katie. You are confounded and blinded by this false sense of hope; totally unaware of the jagged truth and harsh reality that awaits you.”
He sighs, finding her unenlightenment a bit unsettling.
“There is no hope for you, Katie.” He muses with jarring conviction, his nostrils flaring. “There will be no congratulatory pats on the back or a fucking medal for trying. You will meet your end before you ever really get a chance to begin, and it's quite sad honestly.” He gives a casual shrug of the shoulders. “But sorrow and pity cannot change what must be done, for you are the first; the first of many. Just take solace in knowing, that you certainly won't be the last."
He shifts his attention back towards the camera, the corners of his mouth tugging into an eerily awkward and iniquitous smile.
"Who will save you now?"
“Does that make me a bad person?” He ponders aloud, his voice and expression pleading for an answer. “D-D-Does that make me a vile human being? Knowing the terror, the destruction, the -- mutilation --” he hisses with a sinister sneer, finding some weird amusement in the word as he allows it to linger briefly before continuing. "--that awaits young Katie Clarke? Knowing all of that and still having this visceral sense of anticipation?"
His eyes momentarily flicker with a savage radiance. "She doesn't deserve it." He whispers, apologetic in his tone. "Lord knows that she doesn't -- but the weak must be sacrificed. Sacrificed to the monster that now inhabits this den and calls it his home. And I can see it so vividly!" He exuberantly bursts out, flailing his arms in the air.
"Young innocent Katie, with those gargantuan hands of the beast wrapped around her neck; the struggle for air intensifying as his grip tightens; the dulling of her eyes as the light of hope fades and eventually disintegrates into a devouring darkness--" He lowers his head, shaking it in shame. "--as the realization of defeat sets in. The finality of the moment -- that brief second of understanding that everything she’d worked for was all for naught, right before the beast hoists her up--" he points upward, and then drops his hand down into the other with a loud clap. "-- and brings her dreams, aspirations, and her entire world, CRASHING to the ground in a violent collision."
He glares into the camera, a softness in his eyes, his voice just above a whisper. "No, you don't deserve it Katie, but that's exactly why you are the perfect vessel for which our message can be conveyed.”
“That no one is safe.”
“You are not above the slaughter, for it has no preference. Anyone can be sacrificed. Bad things happen to good people all the time and even worse things happen to the wicked; and Nem... will be the worst thing that happens to you all.”
“I look at you, and I see the shimmer of a blissful ignorance in your eyes, Katie. You are confounded and blinded by this false sense of hope; totally unaware of the jagged truth and harsh reality that awaits you.”
He sighs, finding her unenlightenment a bit unsettling.
“There is no hope for you, Katie.” He muses with jarring conviction, his nostrils flaring. “There will be no congratulatory pats on the back or a fucking medal for trying. You will meet your end before you ever really get a chance to begin, and it's quite sad honestly.” He gives a casual shrug of the shoulders. “But sorrow and pity cannot change what must be done, for you are the first; the first of many. Just take solace in knowing, that you certainly won't be the last."
He shifts his attention back towards the camera, the corners of his mouth tugging into an eerily awkward and iniquitous smile.
"Who will save you now?"
