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Voices; RP #1
Topic Started: Jun 25 2008, 05:37 PM (233 Views)
Evil Incarnate
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Hello.

Nothing special begins our long, strange journey today. Only a voice greets us from oblivion. Telling us not to fear, for he is with us. Who he is, why he is with us, these questions remain unanswered. Though, he’s only said one word.

I am the voice inside of your head. I have no name. I have no distinct sound. I am, as you hear me. If the voice inside of your psyche speaks with an Australian accent, then so do I. I am not special in comparison to any of you. I am only as special as you see yourself as being.

No human traits come towards us from the darkness. No sighs, or sounds of breath. It is as if this voice doesn’t belong to a human at all.

My purpose is shrouded in the heart of yourself. Perhaps you see me as a guide. Someone to direct along the twisting roads you are often forced to traverse. Perhaps my purpose to you is to bounce ideas off of. A sounding wall with which, to attempt to figure out the mysteries of the Earth by asking yourself. Then again, perhaps I’m a conversational companion for you whenever you are lonely.

The darkness in front of us seems to begin breathing. Heaving outward and inward in some type of poetic convulsion. Moving in waves, the blackness turns from the nothingness we usually see, to a deep purple. From the purple, we continue to change to blue. Blue to green. Green to yellow. Yellow to red. Red to black.

In complete honesty, I don’t know my own purpose. I may very well be the voice of your soul. I might be the voice in your head that laughs when you shatter a window. I may be the voice in your head that cries when your mother dies. I may be all these things. And I may be none of them.


As the Technicolor wave moves in front of our eyes, a humming sound begins as treble in the background.

All people have one single voice. This voice reflects their personality, and mood. Always. You may call me a representation of this voice. I am not your voice specifically, but I suppose I belong to someone, somewhere.


The humming continues to a much louder effect. The voice cuts through the sound, but we still hear the definite hum of whatever is making it.

People change over time. When people change, the voice of that personality dies, and a new one comes into being. Sometimes, the voice decides it wants to stay. That a piece of the personality still remains in the body, so it stays. Often, throughout the course of even a single year, people change three to four times. What happens when all these voices stay with a person? Do they fight over control constantly? What happens to the body of the person who hears these voices?

All at once, everything halts and we are back staring at a black screen once again.

Too many chiefs, not enough warriors. A phrase that has been said at least a thousand times by now. The point is still as prolific as it was when those words were first uttered. We all need guidance, but how much guidance does one person need? Sometimes, people simply become someone else in order to deal with so many voices. Split up the responsibilities. It bends in order to deal with these things. The personality bends. The very soul of the person bends.


Silence.

I may be the very voice of someone’s soul. But what if, by some chance, that person has no soul? What if that person has no inner conscious?

It pauses and suddenly the voice changes to one we all know.

What if that person was you?

To be continued...
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