| New Surroundings; [Showdown 12 - RP 2] | |
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| Night | Jan 7 2008, 09:28 AM Post #1 |
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I wake with a start. Groggily I rub the sore spot on the back of my head. But that was in a dream? Was it? It's getting harder to tell these days. I look down with confusion at the source of the interruption to my sleep - my dreams are so vivid I struggle to be torn from them pre-maturely, yet it seems to happen constantly. The phone continues to ring intrusively and it takes me a moment to remember how to stop it. I pick up the receiver. Voice: Mr Miyamoto? That name sounds familiar. I take a moment to realise it is my name. I am Night to nearly everyone these days. Night: Yes? Voice: Sir, this is Charles at reception - calling you for your pre-arranged wake up call. It's 3am. Night: Thank you. So, I brought it on myself? Hmm. Figures. I clamber out of bed, still dressed from the night before. Fumbling in the dark I find my boots. I pull them clumsily on one-by-one - once they are both secure I reach to the bedside table and grab the only thing on it. From a distance it would appear to be a black mask - closer inspection would reveal it to look like the night sky. My mask. Crossing to the window, I look out. It's the middle of winter and in this hour of the morning, it's still dark out. Or as dark as Las Vegas gets. Some find this constant light exciting, enthralling. Some may even thrive on this type of environment. Me? I prefer... quieter settings. Feeling a desire for a change of surroundings, I head for the door. The artificial light of the corridor stings my eyes, forcing me to squint. I start down the hallway, still slightly dazed in this environment. Ahead of me two rather greasy looking men in polyester drunkenly slouch towards me - with them, two equally drunk women. They whisper among themselves as they see me. Do I know them? Do they know me? I just can't figure it out. One of the men says something the others find particularly amusing. I don't hear it. The other man calls after me: Drunk: Hey, freakshow, good luck against All-Star this week! They laugh. Night: Thank you. Drunk: Don't thank me, moron, you'll need all the luck you can get! ALL-STAR'S GONNA KICK YOUR ASS! He laughs triumphantly, and slaps hands with his friend. I turn and continue to walk down the corridor pondering their words. The laughter fades into the distance. A doorway. I push down on a metal bar and the door swings open. Starting up the newly revealed staircase I am confused. The name All-Star flies through my mind. An enemy? I'm not sure. An opponent? I... I think so. Night: But was it a dream? What was it the archbishop said? You must take up arms against your enemies? Or was that the dream? Another doorway. With a click it swings open and I wander onto the roof, I look around me, confused. Night: How did I get here? Am I dreaming? I look at my hands. They are in focus, I'm awake. Night: What was it they said? All-Star? All-Star is my opponent? Night: I think so. My enemy? Night: I... I don't know... but I must take up arms against... ... my enemies... Night: Johnny All-Star? I just don't know. I walk to the edge of the building - Goodfellas Casino - and peer over the edge. Below me people swarm, celebrating through the cold, dry night - most too drunk to notice. My mind continues to swim. And I find myself wishing I were dreaming... ... everything and nothing making sense at the same time... ... blindly following a pre-ordained fate... ... perhaps I already am. |
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