Quartz Posted November 6 Posted November 6 Wind bustles through an open window in a large open area. In the center of the room, a figure looms over a large plastic bin in front of him. The figure dons a deep blood-red singlet and thick red pants. The bin has a yellow lid, with something taped to the front of it. A folded piece of paper sticks to the top of the yellow bin. Barely legible words are scribbled on the tape that keeps the paper in place. The words read... "FAILURE" The words appear to be written so aggressively, the transparent tape is ripped and curled in various areas. The figure reaches down to unlatch the yellow lid, slowly pulling it open. The bin is nearly full, containing a host of items. At the very top, a dirty hooded sweatshirt, unclean, beginning to yellow and darken. The once-white sweatshirt is moved partially to reveal the words at the bottom. "Forever...". ???: It's too late for that shit. The lid quickly slams shut. The view peers up to see the glassy red iris of Inness Quartz... He looks ahead towards the source of the voice. The surroundings have darkened further. Various glimpses of light pepper the area, but Quartz keeps his eyes locked ahead. As the view follows his eyeline, a long haired, smarmy Quartz stares back at him, donning the blue iris to match his red. Ijitu Quartz: I'll give you credit, you've lasted longer than I thought. Inness Quartz: ... Ijitu Quartz: Hahahah! Oh, c'mon now Mr. Silent! You haven't shut the hell up in 6 months. Every week I watch through that window of yours, ole superhero Inness, always trying to take care of everyone else's problems. Inness says nothing, simply staring ahead with an unmoving expression of frustration. Ijitu Quartz: Did you let them get to you, stupid? Ijitu Quartz: Of course they did. Ijitu Quartz: Heheh... Gah' damn idiot. You get too close to these people. They're fake. They're faulty... And you use your dying opportunity in control to try and protect 'em. Now you're keeping momentos? Ijitu Quartz: They called you selfish. You finally grew a pair and put down Spider, went after B17... Stepped to the most powerful person this company has every seen.... And they called you selfish. Ijitu Quartz: But I know you... Better than anyone... If only the truth wasn't equally as sad. You weren't selfish, you were just stupid. Ijitu Quartz: But then again... I've been telling you since the beginning, your way of life isn't rewarded. It's exploited. Demeaned. The simple clowns you pander to, they'd sell you out for a sniff of a championship. A sniff of relevance. Ijitu Quartz takes a step towards the bin, but Inness slams his foot on the top of it, defiantly. Ijitu Quartz: Don't worry, stupid. I don't want your shitty trophies of failure. Ijitu Quartz: You can sit with them here all you want while I- A voice interrupts the pompous Ijitu, causing him to turn. Intell Quartz: Interesting, the body hasn't shut down the way you thought it would. Inness Quartz: ... Ijitu Quartz: That's why I'm here... You had your chance to be a savior, and you do what you always do. You failed those around you. You turned your back on Spider, on Kassidy Hayes, you let Rust Cohle beat you to the punch not once, but TWICE! Ijitu Quartz: RUST COHLE!!! And now look at you... You've got nothing. You've ruined everything we had in the name of your bullshit honor. Ijitu Quartz: Because you're stupid. Reality doesn't work that way. Ijitu Quartz: ...Hahah. But now? You see that now, don't you? Inness Quartz: ... There's a damning silence that falls into the air, capturing and overtaking the sounds of wind bustling around the three figures. Ijitu Quartz: Yeah, you do... But I have news for you... That kid you follow... Ijitu Quartz: He doesn't want to talk to you, does he? He wants to talk to me... Someone who can really make a difference. Someone who won't spend 6 months chasing ghosts and protecting weak losers who can't carry their weight. Ijitu Quartz: The time has come for you to crawl into the corner and fade away. If you really cared about OUR legacy, you'd give me- Inness Quartz: Not again. Quartz grimaces and closes his eyes tightly. As he opens them, he returns to his reality. The wind once again blows past him as he looks down at the bin in front of him. He lifts it, walking down a hall and stuffing it inside a closet filled with other similar bins, slamming the door behind him. As he walks back and falls into a nearby chair, his eyes can be seen bloodshot. The man who can never challenge for the CCW Championship ponders for a moment, before a light vibration intercepts the cool Autumn wind. Quartz peers down at his phone. "NEW MESSAGE Sheldon Tremblay (1)" He stands from the chair and shakes his head before lifting the phone and walking out of view. 6 1 President and leading member of the Paul Pugh Fan Club. We love KidEgo "Choose Tmust" - Maxx Edwards
B-17 Posted November 6 Posted November 6 Return to his reality. Ha. That's cute, thinking he's even aware of what is actually real anymore. 1 "Amatuer cheat hunter, Resident OCWFED historian, Lover of spreadsheets, data and HOI, MASTER OF THE GOKART" *I DONT KNOW HOW TO CHANGE MY PROFILE!*
Sheldon Tremblay Posted November 7 Posted November 7 13 hours ago, B-17 said: Return to his reality. Ha. That's cute, thinking he's even aware of what is actually real anymore. He can share mine. ^^ 1
B-17 Posted November 7 Posted November 7 "It's not a phase, mom!" Shouts Quartz at one of the figures in his head dressed like a traditional 1950s idealistic, stay-at- home mom. 2 "Amatuer cheat hunter, Resident OCWFED historian, Lover of spreadsheets, data and HOI, MASTER OF THE GOKART" *I DONT KNOW HOW TO CHANGE MY PROFILE!*
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