Post by scottyadams on Jun 12, 2020 18:08:56 GMT -5
Date: 8/6/2020
Location: Auburn, Alabama.
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***Hello, my name is Amelia Granger. You may know me from being in the background. As being one of 2 people who are currently residing with Scotty and Bianca; a long time friend of the 2.
This is true.
You may also know me as a former Victorian wrestling champion and dancer before an --- shall we say, accident, changed the course of my life.
A moment, that sent me down the road I have travelled ever since that day. A day I do not wanna revisit. Yet that is not why I am here. That is not why I am talking to you today---.***
(The sound of lights turning on can be heard, as Amelia sits within a room that we have come to know.
Well, not really *know* per say, but rather, has been indicated to be her own bedroom within the apartment owned by Scotty.
Her voice more serious than usual, she flashes a little smirk before clearing her throat.)
Amelia: I am here, upon the request of Scotty to talk about his new project. A project that has been in the makings for a long time, yet is only just now starting to take form. A project that some might call --- Terminus.
(Amelia laughs softly. Almost in a similar vein to the female laughter one heard when Scotty cut those vignettes versus Ophelia. The ones that foretold her demise.)
Amelia: You see, Terminus is quite simply put, the end. The finale. The moment that you see, before you world. Your very essance fades into the nothingness from whence it came.
(More laughter follows, as a chill fills the room. Almost as if we have been transported into an icy tundra. Or well, one of the more 'gothic' settings Scotty has used in the past in order to send his messages. Amelia's ocean blue eyes beginning to shine.)
Amelia: Terminus is when you have no escape. No means of survival within the realm. As the flames flicker; your life soon falls down the passage of the abyss.
(Her voice chillingly bitter, she softly pushes her hair back. Allowing us to glance into the mixture of child-like innocence and demonic sadism that makes up her current state.
A state, that people weren't expecting to see from somebody who usually resides in the background. A figure known, but not truly known about.)
Amelia: And this week, he promises that you will see the manifestation of it, before your very own eyes. That come Highway to Hell, you will *finally* realise just what occurs, when a being reaches their own state of Terminus. When their own light, becomes their final breath.
(Amelia giggles, as the door to her bedroom slowly opens, and Scotty's figure can be seen. Almost as if this was all on cue.)
Amelia: When you do, you'll realise that this is something that you brought upon yourself. That this is your body. Your mind. Your soul curing yourself of the posion. Of the cancer that has riddled you; left you upon your own grave.
(Soft laughing follows, this time from Scotty, as Amelia steps back. Allowing him to be the one in focus.)
"Ryan --- Ryan --- Ryan. Did you really think I could let you slide? Your comments? Your falsified claims about who I am, go?"
(Smirking, Scott simply glances into the camera. Making sure Ryan makes note of his stoic expression.)
"Normally, I would. Normally, I'd caulk it up to somebody knowing not of what they speak. Which is true. Yet this time, it's not just that. Is it, Ryan? This isn't just ignorance on your behalf, but rather - a man projecting their own hyprocrisies upon me. Not realising that they have engaged a psychological prison. A prison from which there is no escape. That is where you find yourself, isn't it?
(I laugh coldly, knowing that he has Ryan in a bind. A good old catch 22 situation. He knows that if he answers no, then why offer me money? Why try and sway me? But if he answers yes, then he affirms exactly what I have stated.)
"Answer wisely, Ryan. I think we *both* know the answer, however."
(Smirking, I step back; next to Amelia.)
Amelia: Terminus has cometh.
"Your final moments await you, upon the chamber from whence you arose. See you Sunday."
(End)
Location: Auburn, Alabama.
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***Hello, my name is Amelia Granger. You may know me from being in the background. As being one of 2 people who are currently residing with Scotty and Bianca; a long time friend of the 2.
This is true.
You may also know me as a former Victorian wrestling champion and dancer before an --- shall we say, accident, changed the course of my life.
A moment, that sent me down the road I have travelled ever since that day. A day I do not wanna revisit. Yet that is not why I am here. That is not why I am talking to you today---.***
(The sound of lights turning on can be heard, as Amelia sits within a room that we have come to know.
Well, not really *know* per say, but rather, has been indicated to be her own bedroom within the apartment owned by Scotty.
Her voice more serious than usual, she flashes a little smirk before clearing her throat.)
Amelia: I am here, upon the request of Scotty to talk about his new project. A project that has been in the makings for a long time, yet is only just now starting to take form. A project that some might call --- Terminus.
(Amelia laughs softly. Almost in a similar vein to the female laughter one heard when Scotty cut those vignettes versus Ophelia. The ones that foretold her demise.)
Amelia: You see, Terminus is quite simply put, the end. The finale. The moment that you see, before you world. Your very essance fades into the nothingness from whence it came.
(More laughter follows, as a chill fills the room. Almost as if we have been transported into an icy tundra. Or well, one of the more 'gothic' settings Scotty has used in the past in order to send his messages. Amelia's ocean blue eyes beginning to shine.)
Amelia: Terminus is when you have no escape. No means of survival within the realm. As the flames flicker; your life soon falls down the passage of the abyss.
(Her voice chillingly bitter, she softly pushes her hair back. Allowing us to glance into the mixture of child-like innocence and demonic sadism that makes up her current state.
A state, that people weren't expecting to see from somebody who usually resides in the background. A figure known, but not truly known about.)
Amelia: And this week, he promises that you will see the manifestation of it, before your very own eyes. That come Highway to Hell, you will *finally* realise just what occurs, when a being reaches their own state of Terminus. When their own light, becomes their final breath.
(Amelia giggles, as the door to her bedroom slowly opens, and Scotty's figure can be seen. Almost as if this was all on cue.)
Amelia: When you do, you'll realise that this is something that you brought upon yourself. That this is your body. Your mind. Your soul curing yourself of the posion. Of the cancer that has riddled you; left you upon your own grave.
(Soft laughing follows, this time from Scotty, as Amelia steps back. Allowing him to be the one in focus.)
"Ryan --- Ryan --- Ryan. Did you really think I could let you slide? Your comments? Your falsified claims about who I am, go?"
(Smirking, Scott simply glances into the camera. Making sure Ryan makes note of his stoic expression.)
"Normally, I would. Normally, I'd caulk it up to somebody knowing not of what they speak. Which is true. Yet this time, it's not just that. Is it, Ryan? This isn't just ignorance on your behalf, but rather - a man projecting their own hyprocrisies upon me. Not realising that they have engaged a psychological prison. A prison from which there is no escape. That is where you find yourself, isn't it?
(I laugh coldly, knowing that he has Ryan in a bind. A good old catch 22 situation. He knows that if he answers no, then why offer me money? Why try and sway me? But if he answers yes, then he affirms exactly what I have stated.)
"Answer wisely, Ryan. I think we *both* know the answer, however."
(Smirking, I step back; next to Amelia.)
Amelia: Terminus has cometh.
"Your final moments await you, upon the chamber from whence you arose. See you Sunday."
(End)