Post by The Iron Maiden on Jun 21, 2012 8:46:18 GMT -5
"The birth of the sun, the death of the dream...onwards and onwards the world rolls and every day of every week all I see on TV are these..."
While these words are spoken the camera switches into life and all it sees is a red headed girl sitting on a wooden stool by herself in this vastly dark room. After the last few words her right hand moved out slightly, revealing a barbie doll to the camera, before continuing to speak.
"They all look the same...they all sound the same... they all act the same...they are all the same...where is the value of individuality? The gift of a free mind? The freedom of expression? A martyr is one who chooses to be themself and is slain for they are different in either appearence, mentality or goals..."
Moments after her voice finished speaking the female fully extended her arm, revealing a multitude of cut marks...some small, some large, some old, some not so old.
"These are the marks of my individuality, these are the scars of my free mind and these are the symbols of my expressions..."
Once those words barely left her lips the girl screamed at an extremely high pitch as her hand crushed he barbie doll in its grip. Moments after the barbie head hit the floor the scream ended and the red headed lady finally looked over to the camera lens, revealing her face to it, before coldly whispering out her words to it.
"Am I insane? Am I mad? Have I lost my mind? Maybe I could be the only one whose sane...but for now I am the Last Martyr, the Queen of Scream...I am The Iron Maiden and this isn't the last you hear from me..."
Moments after those words were spoken the camera footage suddenly went into static, ending the scene.
While these words are spoken the camera switches into life and all it sees is a red headed girl sitting on a wooden stool by herself in this vastly dark room. After the last few words her right hand moved out slightly, revealing a barbie doll to the camera, before continuing to speak.
"They all look the same...they all sound the same... they all act the same...they are all the same...where is the value of individuality? The gift of a free mind? The freedom of expression? A martyr is one who chooses to be themself and is slain for they are different in either appearence, mentality or goals..."
Moments after her voice finished speaking the female fully extended her arm, revealing a multitude of cut marks...some small, some large, some old, some not so old.
"These are the marks of my individuality, these are the scars of my free mind and these are the symbols of my expressions..."
Once those words barely left her lips the girl screamed at an extremely high pitch as her hand crushed he barbie doll in its grip. Moments after the barbie head hit the floor the scream ended and the red headed lady finally looked over to the camera lens, revealing her face to it, before coldly whispering out her words to it.
"Am I insane? Am I mad? Have I lost my mind? Maybe I could be the only one whose sane...but for now I am the Last Martyr, the Queen of Scream...I am The Iron Maiden and this isn't the last you hear from me..."
Moments after those words were spoken the camera footage suddenly went into static, ending the scene.
Feel free to comment what your thoughts about my new gal are from this short debut RP. ^_^