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I Am Only An Island
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Topic Started: Aug 18 2012, 10:07 AM (111 Views)
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Aug 18 2012, 10:07 AM
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The Bastard of the Dreadfort.
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It had been a few days since the dust had began to form as the silence from Gavin began to grow as faint and doormat as the dead waters of a still ocean. His life was sitting in the balance of tranquil wading, a ship with no wind to hit the sails. He felt like he was alone with no rescue ship to save him, stranded with no hope he was nothing more than a nameless island in the sea.
As we slowly break into frame we find Gavin sitting at daybreak along the North River Piers watching as the dock workers and commercial fisherman walk past. It had to of been no later than 5:45 am but yet there Gavin was, awake like the morning birds and seemingly enjoying himself as he takes a sip from his cup of coffee. The camera sat on him for a few moments, watching as he took in the sounds, the sights, and the salty sea breeze that rolled through the area. The mist hitting your face with such serenity and ecstasy you almost got lost in the feeling of the beads slowly running down your cheeks and off your chin.
“It’s funny how much anticipation can wreck the most stable of mindsets.”
Gavin mutters to himself as he continues to stare off into the distance, his eyes fixated on a small boat descending off the docks.
“Growing up I never wanted to be in this business, I never wanted to be like my father and make a living hurting men for profit. I’ve always wanted to be a fisherman to be quite honest.”
Gavin snaps from his trance as his eyes and head move from the boats and water to his feet and ground.
“To live a life in the mists and clouds of the never knowing fate that could happen has always been something that fascinated me. I would spend hours on end watching the boats come into port when I was growing up. Those days where the nuns and social workers allowed me to taste freedom I wouldn’t stray to back alleys and basements getting high like many who ended like me; no I would sit and I would draw, scratching out the steam erupting out of the ships like smoke from a pipe.”
Gavin’s joyful story slowly dies down; almost completely silent Gavin sits there with just his breathing to break the silence.
“But as I grew older I fell from my dreams, I fell from the life I wanted to have and I entered this one as if it was pre-determined from the old gods. But what scared me the most wasn’t how much I missed those days of watching the ships, drawing the sea life and the dock workers as I would quietly observe them in their comings and goings.”
“What scared me was that this life I now live had started to make me enjoy being the catalyst to someone’s personal goals. And so I went out like a wayward sailor into the ocean of life; no oars, no wind in the sails to guide me. I fell into a pattern my first few years in this business. I would get paid to make someone’s life as miserable as me.”
Gavin pauses for a brief moment, taking the time to breathe in yet another salt scented breath of air.
“They say that the best company that any person can have is the misery that comes from the failures of your life. Misery stays with you, never fading away like dust into the open air or being taped like the skeletons in the closet. They say that its misery that makes us who we have become, the more miserable the person; the more admirable the ascension to the top. I’ve ridden my misery from time to time, like a noble steed through the depths of hell it had been my guiding force to the success I’ve accomplished. My misery reminds me of everything I’ve given up on; it tells me that I could have been a better person that I am a product of my surroundings.”
“And so I used my misery too fuel me, and I became more then the wondering ship with no wind to guide it home; I became an island of hate and disgust. People look at me and they don’t see the promise of a hero; they see me and they see the monster I’ve grown to become. A creature straight from the darkest stories that your mother tried so admirably to keep from you in fear of the despair you would find.”
Gavin quietly pauses for a second as he stares out towards the camera, his eyes giving off the feeling of hate, his dark blue eyes cold as if they were chiseled and molded from ice and his grin not existent, his face just locked like stone as he just stares out, feeding off nothing but hate with every glance he makes to the camera.
“Now I know I touched on this prior in the week but I felt that the message from my first proclamation wasn’t clear enough. So here I am like a lighthouse in the most dangerous of storms pleading any and all who hear this to stay docked. Kiss your loved ones and cherish the time you have with them because whomever it is that had the pitiful luck to face me is going to be welcomed to a world they wished they never entered. For the island is shrouded in shadows and darkness, and I will be the one who can strike you. Through each strike and maneuver you will fall deeper and deeper into my ocean of hate and sorrow, swirling around like you were caught in a whirlpool whoever that may be will soon question if this was worth trying to shine like the North Star. What I fear most isn’t the enviable demise that comes with the result of this match at Vindication 3; no what I fear most is that this is only a start. Win or lose there will be no calming song; no eye of my storm of aggression and pain. New Era needs to be cleansed from the parasites and leaches that have fallen ever so quaintly into its ranks. New Era needs to be saved from its self and I will be its savior.”
Pausing once more for a brief moment Gavin stands from his seat and walks to the sea wall, taking in once last salty breath of fresh air as if it was his last. His face embracing the scent as if it was his most favorite perfume or the smell of his favorite food; the grin he gave, most sincere grows to his noticeable scowling grin
“But not through holy light and battle hymns; I will save New Era by destroying it to the ground and watch it burn to cinder.”
Pausing once more Gavin looks to the sky, watching the clouds twist and turn as they clear skies began to turn grey.
“A wise man once said it’s only after you’ve lost everything that you are free to do anything. And I’ve lost everything; I have nothing to lose and it’s this that will be my guiding force to prominence. So be warned; this island is stirring and its result will not be what you hope for.”
On those final words we watch as Gavin looks back to the sky and rain slowly begins to fall, shutting his eyes Gavin embraces the cool relief of the august heat. Raising his arms and fists up like lightning rods Gavin just enjoys the feeling before he snaps out of his blissful state and begins to walk away. Fading away into the distance Gavin exits from frame, leaving only his words for the viewer as the camera fades out.
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