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Coping; Stage 1
Topic Started: Mar 17 2005, 10:30 AM (55 Views)
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The camera fades in, and the volume is turned up, as crashing, banging, shouting, general commotion can be heard. The cameraman pushes open a plain white door, intrepid in his adventure, and walks into a disaster zone. One chair, broken, the plasterboard wall has huge dent marks in it where someone has tried to punch his way through. Glass is smashed, all around the room, and in the corner, sits a now calm, subdued, Silent Rage. He sits, his back against the wall, bottle in hand, his head bowed. He looks up, dark rings aorund his eyes, from days of sleep deprivation, and he angrily snarls at the cameraman. He stands, and walks slowly towards him.

Rage: You know why this place looks like this. You know why I'm a very angry man. You know who made me like this....ARGHHHHHHH!!

Rage rifles his hand into the nearest thing, happens to be a coffee table, which kinda flops to one side, the leg of it already broken. Rage, not satisfied with the sturdyness of the table, its ability to withstand his fist, SMASHES IT AGAIN, forming a nice fist shaped dent in the cracking wood. He steps back from it, almost falling over backwards in the wreckage, and his lack of balance.

Rage: That motherfucker. He's a smart motherfucker, go right for the heart, right where it hurts.....you motherfucker Jim, YOU GO AFTER MY SON, MY FUCKIN FAMILY, MY FUCKIN LIFE!!!

Rage is up close to the cameraman, and screams towards it, an unaudible noise is launched through the tiny microphone, and RAGE SMACKS THE TABLE AGAIN!! He can barely be seen, the cameraman tries to spin around on the spot, trying to keep up with the noise and carnage, but only flailing arm is seen, and smacks the camera lens, and the cameraman appears to drop to the floor! Poor guy, he'll get some hazard pay though, don't feel too sorry for him. The large thud of the camera is the last thign heard, and everything ewlse stops, eerily. Rage's feet come into view, and then his whole body is seen, as he swigs from his bottle of Jack, and then hangs it down by his side. He pauses, looking into a mirror, convenientley placed on the wall. The bottle drops lifelessley out of his hand, AND HE SMACKS THER MIRROR WITH HIS RIGHT FIST!! He screams out loud, and SMACKS IT AGAIN!! A spot of blood flies away from the scene, and Rage falls backwards, collapsing over a broken chair, and out of site of the motionless camera. Silence, for a few moments, but some mumbling, and murmering can be heard.

Rage, crawls over towards the camera lens, and picks it up, and seesm to stand.


Rage: You're gonna fuckin die Jim, I'm gonna fuckin kill you. You think you can do thatto me, to my family, TO MY FAMILY........Rage screams one last time, AND LAUNCHES THE CAMERA INTO THE WALL!!! Thump.............

..........static..................
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