Post by Alexander Dreadnaught on May 2, 2007 19:39:54 GMT -5
*The city streets are completelt quiet, the time is 3:42 am and the city is sleeping, except for one man. A man with a black mowhawk and black clothes. Eve a damn black guitar. He is on top of an appartment complex, his amps turned on high. He begins shredding atop the city. The lights fly on imediately and windows open.*
Anonymous Person: Hey, turn that s**t off!
*Alexander Dreadnaught completely ignores the yells and complaints. He continues to do what he does best and that is playing the guitar.*
Angry Old Woman:Will you turn that ruckus off you hooligan?!
*The people realise their efforts are futile and the onld woman calls the police. After say, twenty minutes they arrive, read and blue lights with em. Dread ignores them as well as he continues to kick ass. They climb the ladder onto the roof. When they see who is playing they approach him slowly. Dread stops playing.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: Oh, I see, you get a complaint about some little kids that are yeling too loud in the pool, or about how some neighbors are getting it on to loudly next to the other rooms, yet when you see me, with my black clothes, eyeliner, and guitar, I'm suddenly dangerous. Well then lets make me dangerous!
*Dread lifts the guitar up, and the police pull out their guns. Alexander smirks to the authorities.*
Police Officer Allred: Put the guitar down, and we will not shoot!
Alexander Dreadnaught: Shoot me.....i dare you.
*Dreadnaught makes a quick move towards the police, but holds back, the police swirve back, Alexander laughs.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: Don't they train you? I've got a raised weapon, I'm lethal, you are authorized to kill me, yet you don't. Think about that while I leave you with these parting words...the movement is coming.
*Dreadnaught chucks the guitar at the amplifier, which creates a tiny, yet bright explosion, the police cover their eyes, and then they quickly look to Dread, who isn't there. Their eyes divert over to the ladder, where they see Dreadnaught pretend to tip his hat to them. They take one shot, but Dreadnaught slides down the ladder, landing safely on the concrete. The police yell for him to hault, yet he makes his way down the streets. The police forget about him.*
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One hour later...
*It is now four fourty in the morning. Alexander Dreadnaught is walking the streets, while the city continues it's slumber. He notices some fourteen year olds, who have snuck out to pull an "all nighter" with their friends. Dreadnaught comes walking out of the shadows and the kids jump back, one of them drops the joint he was puffing.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: You know kids, sometimes when you sneak out, you're parents know and they worry about you. Like you, he points to the kid who had the joint, do you're mother and father worry about you when you sneak out?
Pothead kid: first off dickhead, I've only got a mom, and second, I don't think it's any of your damn business what my mo thinks about.
*Dreadnaught grabs the boy, allthe kids stream out, running in opposite directions. Alexander wraps one hand around the boys chin and one around the top of his head.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: You know little boy, that mom is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children. I've been to you home tonight Jason, and your mother is waiting for you....now go to her.
*He lets the boy named Jason go, but grabs his arm and grips it tightly.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: I'll be back to your home tonight Jason, if you are not there, I will wait...just know...that the movement is coming.
*Jason looks confused, but slips away and runs....runs all the way home.*
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One more hour later...
*Now it is Five fourty, the sun is beginning to rise and the city is beginnning to wake, a nice sunday morning where people will be atteding church. Alexander Dreadnaught is on top of the church leaning against the wall. He has a new guitar and another amplifier next to him.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: This week, on Elite. I'm going to make my debut. I have yet to know who I will be face, but I do know this. When it comes time for me to step through those curtains and walk out to the thousands of people in their seats, and the millions of people watching at home. I am going to show you all that Alexander Dreadnaught is not a name in which you should take lightly.
*Alexander straps the guitar over his shoulder and pulls his pick out from his pocket. Then he blasts up his amp and blows all the birds and animals from their slimber to greet the morning sunshine...*
END
[/color]Anonymous Person: Hey, turn that s**t off!
*Alexander Dreadnaught completely ignores the yells and complaints. He continues to do what he does best and that is playing the guitar.*
Angry Old Woman:Will you turn that ruckus off you hooligan?!
*The people realise their efforts are futile and the onld woman calls the police. After say, twenty minutes they arrive, read and blue lights with em. Dread ignores them as well as he continues to kick ass. They climb the ladder onto the roof. When they see who is playing they approach him slowly. Dread stops playing.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: Oh, I see, you get a complaint about some little kids that are yeling too loud in the pool, or about how some neighbors are getting it on to loudly next to the other rooms, yet when you see me, with my black clothes, eyeliner, and guitar, I'm suddenly dangerous. Well then lets make me dangerous!
*Dread lifts the guitar up, and the police pull out their guns. Alexander smirks to the authorities.*
Police Officer Allred: Put the guitar down, and we will not shoot!
Alexander Dreadnaught: Shoot me.....i dare you.
*Dreadnaught makes a quick move towards the police, but holds back, the police swirve back, Alexander laughs.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: Don't they train you? I've got a raised weapon, I'm lethal, you are authorized to kill me, yet you don't. Think about that while I leave you with these parting words...the movement is coming.
*Dreadnaught chucks the guitar at the amplifier, which creates a tiny, yet bright explosion, the police cover their eyes, and then they quickly look to Dread, who isn't there. Their eyes divert over to the ladder, where they see Dreadnaught pretend to tip his hat to them. They take one shot, but Dreadnaught slides down the ladder, landing safely on the concrete. The police yell for him to hault, yet he makes his way down the streets. The police forget about him.*
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One hour later...
*It is now four fourty in the morning. Alexander Dreadnaught is walking the streets, while the city continues it's slumber. He notices some fourteen year olds, who have snuck out to pull an "all nighter" with their friends. Dreadnaught comes walking out of the shadows and the kids jump back, one of them drops the joint he was puffing.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: You know kids, sometimes when you sneak out, you're parents know and they worry about you. Like you, he points to the kid who had the joint, do you're mother and father worry about you when you sneak out?
Pothead kid: first off dickhead, I've only got a mom, and second, I don't think it's any of your damn business what my mo thinks about.
*Dreadnaught grabs the boy, allthe kids stream out, running in opposite directions. Alexander wraps one hand around the boys chin and one around the top of his head.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: You know little boy, that mom is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children. I've been to you home tonight Jason, and your mother is waiting for you....now go to her.
*He lets the boy named Jason go, but grabs his arm and grips it tightly.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: I'll be back to your home tonight Jason, if you are not there, I will wait...just know...that the movement is coming.
*Jason looks confused, but slips away and runs....runs all the way home.*
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One more hour later...
*Now it is Five fourty, the sun is beginning to rise and the city is beginnning to wake, a nice sunday morning where people will be atteding church. Alexander Dreadnaught is on top of the church leaning against the wall. He has a new guitar and another amplifier next to him.*
Alexander Dreadnaught: This week, on Elite. I'm going to make my debut. I have yet to know who I will be face, but I do know this. When it comes time for me to step through those curtains and walk out to the thousands of people in their seats, and the millions of people watching at home. I am going to show you all that Alexander Dreadnaught is not a name in which you should take lightly.
*Alexander straps the guitar over his shoulder and pulls his pick out from his pocket. Then he blasts up his amp and blows all the birds and animals from their slimber to greet the morning sunshine...*
END