Mic Check
Jun 19, 2015 12:30:56 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on Jun 19, 2015 12:30:56 GMT -5
“Oh, I understand completely. No one is afraid of the new girl.”
Hana Song, the Black Adder, stands on a dimly lit stage, holding a microphone in hand and a mischievous grin on her lips. Heavy make-up lines her face, most noticeably the heavy eye-liner and eye-shadow making both eyes seem to be blackened, even under the single light source.
“I’ve heard it all before. Easy prey. In over my head. Whatever garbage those who have been around the block like to spew to make it seem like they’re just so above ‘breaking in’ the new blood and are already chalking up an easy victory. It always rings hollow and doubly so when my first opponent is barely out of the womb herself.”
“Oh, my precious Baroness, you think yourself clever? You think you know when one is barking and when one is biting? Excuse me if I don’t believe the words of someone who lets Germans embarrass her, which was surely a change from the norm – so often do Germans embarrass themselves but that’s not who I’m here to discuss. No. It’s you, Baroness, with your vague statements and even more vague purpose; because when you know you’ve got nothing to back things up the best course of action is to be vague. Vague is cryptic. Vague is scary. Spooky. Tricks of the trade for one who thinks they are some villainess because easily fooled idiots have nothing better to do with their time than feed your delusion.”
“But I’m the one who is all bark, am I?”
Hana blinks once. Twice. After the third blink she slowly rolls her head around her shoulders, all the while maintaining her smirk and her narrowed eyes.
“You, my graphic novel reject, are in for a treat. You, out of everyone else in the Den, get to be the first to experience the sting of the Black Adder, the bite that will pierce your flesh, the venom that will burn your insides, and the black liquid that will forever stain your crimson blood. You think you know me because you think the Black Adder is like so many others, others who parade around as if they don’t know the smell of their own feces. Change your view, Baroness. Let me tell you who the Black Adder is.”
“The Black Adder doesn’t care about respect or honor or even fair fights. No no. To me the only thing that matters is the kill. That moment when the victim thinks that they’ve outsmarted or outplayed or outran the Adder is the exact moment I strike. Fangs bared. Body coiled. One sudden lunge. One quick bite. Then comes the squeeze. Tight. Tighter. Until the only thing crimson about you is the bloodshot eyes about to burst from your thick head.”
“This isn’t merely words, it’s not some idle threat. It’s a guarantee. A promise. You’re the first victim of the Adder, but you’re sure not to be the last. So go on, keep making vague threats about our encounter, love, keep acting like you’re above me because you’re a few months ahead. There’re few sounds more musical than the choking of bitches that think they’re bad as done by bitches that KNOW they’re bad.”
“And Baroness? Ain’t a bitch badder than the Black Adder.”
Her piece having been said, the only thing left for Hana Song to do is drop the mic as the dimly lit area goes completely black.
Hana Song, the Black Adder, stands on a dimly lit stage, holding a microphone in hand and a mischievous grin on her lips. Heavy make-up lines her face, most noticeably the heavy eye-liner and eye-shadow making both eyes seem to be blackened, even under the single light source.
“I’ve heard it all before. Easy prey. In over my head. Whatever garbage those who have been around the block like to spew to make it seem like they’re just so above ‘breaking in’ the new blood and are already chalking up an easy victory. It always rings hollow and doubly so when my first opponent is barely out of the womb herself.”
“Oh, my precious Baroness, you think yourself clever? You think you know when one is barking and when one is biting? Excuse me if I don’t believe the words of someone who lets Germans embarrass her, which was surely a change from the norm – so often do Germans embarrass themselves but that’s not who I’m here to discuss. No. It’s you, Baroness, with your vague statements and even more vague purpose; because when you know you’ve got nothing to back things up the best course of action is to be vague. Vague is cryptic. Vague is scary. Spooky. Tricks of the trade for one who thinks they are some villainess because easily fooled idiots have nothing better to do with their time than feed your delusion.”
“But I’m the one who is all bark, am I?”
Hana blinks once. Twice. After the third blink she slowly rolls her head around her shoulders, all the while maintaining her smirk and her narrowed eyes.
“You, my graphic novel reject, are in for a treat. You, out of everyone else in the Den, get to be the first to experience the sting of the Black Adder, the bite that will pierce your flesh, the venom that will burn your insides, and the black liquid that will forever stain your crimson blood. You think you know me because you think the Black Adder is like so many others, others who parade around as if they don’t know the smell of their own feces. Change your view, Baroness. Let me tell you who the Black Adder is.”
“The Black Adder doesn’t care about respect or honor or even fair fights. No no. To me the only thing that matters is the kill. That moment when the victim thinks that they’ve outsmarted or outplayed or outran the Adder is the exact moment I strike. Fangs bared. Body coiled. One sudden lunge. One quick bite. Then comes the squeeze. Tight. Tighter. Until the only thing crimson about you is the bloodshot eyes about to burst from your thick head.”
“This isn’t merely words, it’s not some idle threat. It’s a guarantee. A promise. You’re the first victim of the Adder, but you’re sure not to be the last. So go on, keep making vague threats about our encounter, love, keep acting like you’re above me because you’re a few months ahead. There’re few sounds more musical than the choking of bitches that think they’re bad as done by bitches that KNOW they’re bad.”
“And Baroness? Ain’t a bitch badder than the Black Adder.”
Her piece having been said, the only thing left for Hana Song to do is drop the mic as the dimly lit area goes completely black.