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Jump Scares Don't Spook Serial Killers
Topic Started: Jan 12 2016, 01:43 AM (62 Views)
SaviourSelf
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-The scene opens and as luck would have the Black Suit Outlaws are sitting right next to each other in a Snowmass Village Ski Lodge, Joey Nox with a cup of hot cocoa in his hands and Alex LeBlanc sitting next to him with a rolled cigarette between his fingers. It's a hilarious picture because Nox is bundled to the nines with 2 coats, a toque, and a scarf on, while the Canadian-born LeBlanc is merely wearing Red Wing boots, jeans and a throwback Colorado Rockies #33 Larry Walker jersey with black underarm underneath. The two sitting there like two old ass men, Nox chuckles a bit, breaking the silence.-

Nox: So wait, let me get this right, you had a dream that Jesse Drive was like..haunting you?

Alex, just shaking his head, laughing: It was the weirdest fucking thing, man. I don't know what happened. If it was the high altitude, or the food I ate or-

Nox: The Ayahuasca that Cailin gave you...

Alex, giving Joey a look: Stop..

Nox, hands up: Just saying'

-Alex laughs and goes back to his cigarette. He pulls from it then lets out a small cloud of smoke, chuckling again before going back to the topic at hand.-

Alex: Like legitimately dude, he was in there like a low-budget Freddy Kruger. All he needed was the nursery rhyme. Dude was like burning cars and setting fire to barns and shit. At one point, the man's eyes turned yellow out of nowhere.

Nox: Like it was Thriller?

Alex: Dead-ass, like Michael had just turned into the werewolf and shit.

-Suddenly a voice cuts through the conversation, and it's coming from a phone that's sitting on the arm rest of the chair Alex is sitting on. The camera panning down, we can see that it's the third member of PRW's unofficial Three Kings, Sean Aries. Incredulously, Aries is beside himself at the story.-

Aries, on speakerphone: So ...he like legit went "Bro Wyatt" on you?

Alex: All he was missing was the fucking oil lamp.

Nox: It cannot have been that bad, Alex.

Alex: ...There was Marilyn Manson playing in the dream, guys. It was like all the kids I made fun of in high school decided to team up and run amuck in my dreams, mad that I used to shove them in lockers and make their eyeliner run.

Aries, laughing his ass off: THEBEAUTIFULPEOPLE, THEBEAUTIFULPEOPLE, NAHNAHNNAH!

Nox: Don't make fun of the "Bro of the Darkness", Sean.

Aries, picking up on it: ...or the Fraternity of Darkness.

Nox:... The Bro-Taker.

Alex: Seriously? It was like a 4-Loko fueled version of Carrie. It was incredible. Like "Children of the Corn" -levels of absurd.

-All 3 men, including Aries on speakerphone just crack-up, laughing at the absurdity of it all when bringing levity to the situation, Nox looks at Alex and asks, because well, he's Nox and he has to.-

Nox: You aren't like, legitimately letting this dude get into your head are you?

Alex, almost choking on his cigarette: Hell no! This kid should be spending less time trying to get in my head and more time trying to figure out what personality he wants to rock the following day.

He has a humongous opportunity in front of him and rather than focus on the task at hands, he wants to play games with someone well-versed in mental warfare.

A window of opportunity is like a big pussy, and it's just waiting to be fucked. Jesse Drive hasn't even found the fucking hole.

-Alex rustles a bit, and taking his time, he breaks it down for his brethren.-

Alex: Like look, I grew up in a city where the electrical grid is fueled with people's misery and the faucets pour out the tears born from the broken hearts and failed endeavors of its patrons. I come from a city where success isn't measured by money, wealth or titles, but rather how long it's been since someone can claim you sold out, big-timed them, or gone "Hollywood".

I've lived amongst killers and thieves, grown up amidst drugs and loose moral convictions, ascended to these heights surrounded by pratfalls and perils, and am the only begotten son of a woman who never loved me and a man who never claimed me.

I've seen REAL demons, I've seen DEMONS that have truly caused me to lose sleep at night and turn and toss in the wee hours of the morning. I've seen evil, I've seen darkness, and it's name isn't Jesse Drive.

-Alex laughs a bit, takes long pull from his cigarette, then lets it trickle out, laughing.-

Alex: To put it mildly, I ain't afraid of no ghosts.

Edited by SaviourSelf, Jan 12 2016, 01:50 AM.
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