Blue Guy
"It is said in certain stories, told by silent, hushed voices, that in places of death, some sinister entities lurk or roam, their spectral voices echoing through the walls. Here in this grand building, once a place of opulence but now empty - or worse - it would appear that one of those entities had taken center stage.
A blue light shimmered in the middle of a large, open area near the lower floors, surrounded by corpses - some victims of the tsunami that left its mark in the shattered windows and minor damage to the walls that were far enough to not be quite as ravaged as the coastline. Where the bodies came from, no one knew except maybe the light glowing in the middle of the darkness to the rattling of chains and... a strange, very distorted and slowed down song?
More chains rattled. Why was the floor dark? Why was there nothing to see except a few human outlines scattered on the floor? Surely such a grand building would at least have a few pillars, or at least some furniture, and surely in a land full of magic, a little light wouldn't be such a problem?
Hmm.
No, the monologue comes across a little forced. Let's try something else, something else, something else... maybe a dialogue? There is someone else to join in anyway..."
The glimmering light moved and moved and moved, dragging along the corpses and rattling a few more chains obscured in the dark, until it moved back to where it was, now without the corpses.Then it moved a little further, still narrating itself until it went to the edge of the room and flicked open a light switch, revealing furniture stacked off to the sides of the room, and more of those human bodies were stacked elsewhere, seated behind pillars or at corners where their humanity was less clear.
"Come on closer, I know you're there, miss, sir, whichever, whatever you are - I could use a second opinion. Can you tell which ones of those guys over there are real dead guys and which ones are mannequins? I picked both up for cheap thanks to the discounts at the wet market a few miles out. See, I want to be sure my props are up to scratch for this, say, production I'm making," said Teddy, flipping and flipping that one knife he always had as if it were a coin.
Once there was light, it was clear that the blue light came from a glowing blue man, now dragging around a few chairs to better fix them. Chains from who knew where hung from the ceilings, for some purpose unknown.
Now that things were arranged a little better, it seemed as if there were now a stage, with a chandelier hanging atop the empty space where he stood earlier. He sat down on the chair he plucked up, and sighed with that rictus grin of his. "Oh, and do kindly try suggesting some better music - this just came up on shuffle. Everything has to be flawless if I'm going to make waves in Hollywood, and earn a killing. The idea is - huh, let's leave that for later."
"It is said in certain stories, told by silent, hushed voices, that in places of death, some sinister entities lurk or roam, their spectral voices echoing through the walls. Here in this grand building, once a place of opulence but now empty - or worse - it would appear that one of those entities had taken center stage.
A blue light shimmered in the middle of a large, open area near the lower floors, surrounded by corpses - some victims of the tsunami that left its mark in the shattered windows and minor damage to the walls that were far enough to not be quite as ravaged as the coastline. Where the bodies came from, no one knew except maybe the light glowing in the middle of the darkness to the rattling of chains and... a strange, very distorted and slowed down song?
More chains rattled. Why was the floor dark? Why was there nothing to see except a few human outlines scattered on the floor? Surely such a grand building would at least have a few pillars, or at least some furniture, and surely in a land full of magic, a little light wouldn't be such a problem?
Hmm.
No, the monologue comes across a little forced. Let's try something else, something else, something else... maybe a dialogue? There is someone else to join in anyway..."
The glimmering light moved and moved and moved, dragging along the corpses and rattling a few more chains obscured in the dark, until it moved back to where it was, now without the corpses.Then it moved a little further, still narrating itself until it went to the edge of the room and flicked open a light switch, revealing furniture stacked off to the sides of the room, and more of those human bodies were stacked elsewhere, seated behind pillars or at corners where their humanity was less clear.
"Come on closer, I know you're there, miss, sir, whichever, whatever you are - I could use a second opinion. Can you tell which ones of those guys over there are real dead guys and which ones are mannequins? I picked both up for cheap thanks to the discounts at the wet market a few miles out. See, I want to be sure my props are up to scratch for this, say, production I'm making," said Teddy, flipping and flipping that one knife he always had as if it were a coin.
Once there was light, it was clear that the blue light came from a glowing blue man, now dragging around a few chairs to better fix them. Chains from who knew where hung from the ceilings, for some purpose unknown.
Now that things were arranged a little better, it seemed as if there were now a stage, with a chandelier hanging atop the empty space where he stood earlier. He sat down on the chair he plucked up, and sighed with that rictus grin of his. "Oh, and do kindly try suggesting some better music - this just came up on shuffle. Everything has to be flawless if I'm going to make waves in Hollywood, and earn a killing. The idea is - huh, let's leave that for later."
