Post by Leon Corbin on Jun 7, 2013 20:01:43 GMT -5
[The CRW logo, slowly fading into view, it's blue shape breaking up the black background. As it reaches the maximum brightness it switches and begins to fade out, taking with it the black background as it does.
This brings into view a line of four mannequins, two male and two female, dressed in corsets and suspenders, each with a feather boa. The lineup reminiscent of the opening to the “Floor Show” scene in the Rocky Horror Picture Show, with the figures standing on a small stage. From the fading red and yellow striped paint on the wooden walls, and the few remaining wooden seats, a feel of fairground-circus is given off.
Through a partition in the centre of the rear curtain steps The Dark Curse, his trenchcoat flowing out behind him, the silver buttons shining as a beam of sunlight comes through a crack in the roof and hits his chest. Under the coat sits the first, and currently only, “I MISS BUDDY ZENT” t-shirt. Pink lettering on a white background. An unusual combination for Corbin, but his latest obsession takes priority over traditional colours. Normality is kept with his black skinny jeans and boots, however.
Leon continues forward, walking through the line, and looking quite confused at the set-up. Those skilled in lip-reading may have been able to read his mouth mutter about “Holly entertaining herself again”, revealing that it was not him, but the CRW General Manager that produced the scene before us.
Dropping down the three steps with some pace, Corbin continues to approach the camera. He eventually stops at a distance that gives a great view of his upper body and the scene behind him. Removing a hair from his face we're treated to a smile.]
(Leon): Somebody is going to die...
[A rather morbid statement, especially with the happy-seeming scene and the smile on Leon's face. Maybe he enjoys the thought of death?
Wait.. This is Leon.. Of course he enjoys the thought.]
(Leon): It's inevitable. We all die sometime. When our time is up, we go. And this week, it's Joe Reed's time.
[Leon relaxes his stance, his hands fumbling into his pockets.]
(Leon): On Face Off, I'm going to be painting the canvas.. Really covering it in Crimson. Pulling a man apart limb by limb, then stamping his face until it leaves an imprint in the ring. Bending, breaking and bludgeoning over and over and over and over...
[His voice trails off, smiling at the thought. Behind him, the mannequins slowly morph into human figures, their plastic forms transforming into flesh.]
(Leon): Not because I have to.. Or even because they want me to... No... This.. This is just because I can.. I mean, why shouldn't I have a little fun? Break free of the voices and just let my hair down. Go a little mad and lose myself in the moment..
[There's not even a hint of amusement in his voice at the last line. No smile, no chuckle.
Meanwhile, in the background, the now human mannequins start to perform a silent musical-number style dance that wouldn't be out of place in Chicago or Cabaret.]
(Leon): Reed might have beaten The Last Magician... Which is a lie by the way, I'm sure people will take up magic after her.. But...
[Leon spins quickly catching the line of ex-mannequins in their strange routine]
(Leon): WILL YOU GUYS STOP DOING THAT!! YOU'RE DISTRACTING!!
[In an instant the figures return to just that, figures. The four mannequins now in risqué poses from the interruption.]
(Leon): Better. And Tim.. Stop complaining! You can do your song and dance when I'm not needed to film for Code Red. The show isn't for another few weeks anyway.
[Corbin turns back to the camera, trying to re-find his focus.]
(Leon): Seriously.. You just can't get the staff these days..
[Taking a deep breath, and making a re-arrangement of hair, Leon is good to go again.]
(Leon): Reed... The rumours might say you've killed before.. And that you will kill again... But they also keep saying that each day, each show, each loss.. I edge closer to the tipping point... The moment in which the thread finally snaps and I.. Now what were the words... “Bring about enough death to make the Somme look like a nice day out”... heh.. Reporters amuse me..
[Leon takes a moment to enjoy that thought. His eventual explosion, and subsequent carnage.. A moment that surely nobody will want to miss.
Especially if things up to now have been the pre-insanity.]
(Leon): What I'm trying to say, Reed, is pray. Pray that it's not you. Pray that I don't lose it when we're in that ring. Keep those fingers crossed, because then I can't break them.
[Stepping forward takes Leon's face and shoulders out of shot. He leans down, giving a close up of himself and whispering in a voice that's not his own.]
(Leon): Because I don't know how long he can keep us back.
[Corbin rises again, walking from shot. Everything falls silent, and we fade out.
And as the screen slowly turns to black, some people will swear they saw a mannequin wink at them...]
This brings into view a line of four mannequins, two male and two female, dressed in corsets and suspenders, each with a feather boa. The lineup reminiscent of the opening to the “Floor Show” scene in the Rocky Horror Picture Show, with the figures standing on a small stage. From the fading red and yellow striped paint on the wooden walls, and the few remaining wooden seats, a feel of fairground-circus is given off.
Through a partition in the centre of the rear curtain steps The Dark Curse, his trenchcoat flowing out behind him, the silver buttons shining as a beam of sunlight comes through a crack in the roof and hits his chest. Under the coat sits the first, and currently only, “I MISS BUDDY ZENT” t-shirt. Pink lettering on a white background. An unusual combination for Corbin, but his latest obsession takes priority over traditional colours. Normality is kept with his black skinny jeans and boots, however.
Leon continues forward, walking through the line, and looking quite confused at the set-up. Those skilled in lip-reading may have been able to read his mouth mutter about “Holly entertaining herself again”, revealing that it was not him, but the CRW General Manager that produced the scene before us.
Dropping down the three steps with some pace, Corbin continues to approach the camera. He eventually stops at a distance that gives a great view of his upper body and the scene behind him. Removing a hair from his face we're treated to a smile.]
(Leon): Somebody is going to die...
[A rather morbid statement, especially with the happy-seeming scene and the smile on Leon's face. Maybe he enjoys the thought of death?
Wait.. This is Leon.. Of course he enjoys the thought.]
(Leon): It's inevitable. We all die sometime. When our time is up, we go. And this week, it's Joe Reed's time.
[Leon relaxes his stance, his hands fumbling into his pockets.]
(Leon): On Face Off, I'm going to be painting the canvas.. Really covering it in Crimson. Pulling a man apart limb by limb, then stamping his face until it leaves an imprint in the ring. Bending, breaking and bludgeoning over and over and over and over...
[His voice trails off, smiling at the thought. Behind him, the mannequins slowly morph into human figures, their plastic forms transforming into flesh.]
(Leon): Not because I have to.. Or even because they want me to... No... This.. This is just because I can.. I mean, why shouldn't I have a little fun? Break free of the voices and just let my hair down. Go a little mad and lose myself in the moment..
[There's not even a hint of amusement in his voice at the last line. No smile, no chuckle.
Meanwhile, in the background, the now human mannequins start to perform a silent musical-number style dance that wouldn't be out of place in Chicago or Cabaret.]
(Leon): Reed might have beaten The Last Magician... Which is a lie by the way, I'm sure people will take up magic after her.. But...
[Leon spins quickly catching the line of ex-mannequins in their strange routine]
(Leon): WILL YOU GUYS STOP DOING THAT!! YOU'RE DISTRACTING!!
[In an instant the figures return to just that, figures. The four mannequins now in risqué poses from the interruption.]
(Leon): Better. And Tim.. Stop complaining! You can do your song and dance when I'm not needed to film for Code Red. The show isn't for another few weeks anyway.
[Corbin turns back to the camera, trying to re-find his focus.]
(Leon): Seriously.. You just can't get the staff these days..
[Taking a deep breath, and making a re-arrangement of hair, Leon is good to go again.]
(Leon): Reed... The rumours might say you've killed before.. And that you will kill again... But they also keep saying that each day, each show, each loss.. I edge closer to the tipping point... The moment in which the thread finally snaps and I.. Now what were the words... “Bring about enough death to make the Somme look like a nice day out”... heh.. Reporters amuse me..
[Leon takes a moment to enjoy that thought. His eventual explosion, and subsequent carnage.. A moment that surely nobody will want to miss.
Especially if things up to now have been the pre-insanity.]
(Leon): What I'm trying to say, Reed, is pray. Pray that it's not you. Pray that I don't lose it when we're in that ring. Keep those fingers crossed, because then I can't break them.
[Stepping forward takes Leon's face and shoulders out of shot. He leans down, giving a close up of himself and whispering in a voice that's not his own.]
(Leon): Because I don't know how long he can keep us back.
[Corbin rises again, walking from shot. Everything falls silent, and we fade out.
And as the screen slowly turns to black, some people will swear they saw a mannequin wink at them...]