GinkyGotBack
A Very Good Boy
It takes a few more minutes of preparation before the lights in the gymnasium started to dim into total darkness and the cacophony of chatter from all the other patrons begins to die down. There is silence for a moment, then a piercing shriek rings throughout the room as the stage lights shine downward to illuminate the 'corpse' of a young girl, her face and ruffled white dress splattered with blood. Shortly after, a young man slowly enters from stage right, standing at profile as he addresses the audience.
"Hm, a shame. Yet another precious, beautiful life snuffed out in an act of bloody hate. But is all life truly precious? Are there those among us whose lives are truly equal, whose lives are worth more than your own? Mark Twain once said, in a story he had written about the Devil himself, that 'life itself is only a vision. Nothing exists but empty space and you. And you are but a thought.' Think carefully on these words as our story progresses, keep them in mind for when someone in this gruesome play perishes, and they most certainly will, ask yourself if their life was truly a precious commodity."
The man exits stage left and there is a sound of a shuffling of feet coming from backstage. Shortly after, two police officers, one rotund and the other quite slim step up to the body and begin to examine it, all the while clicking their tongues with pity.
"Another one dead, eh?" "Aye, shot in the chest during her performance this time. She died right quick after that." "Bloody shame." "Bloody shame indeed, bruv." "You think them rumors are true? There's a theater killer on the loose?" "Who knows? I'm not worrying about any murders tonight. I'm just hoping I'll make it home in time for my shows when this is all over." "Really, Constable, you are a cold-hearted bas-"
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Just as the officer was about to say a very naughty word that some of Calypso's young, impressionable students would no doubt have used later, the telltale sounds of a fire alarm began to ring throughout the gymnasium. Through the gymnasium speakers, you could hear the voice of Mrs. Caroline directing people to move in a calm and orderly fashion towards the fire exit doors at the right side of the room. All at once, people stood up and started to make their way to the exits. Some of Calypso's students, all of whom were being very well behaved up until now, were beginning to cry in their seats from the obnoxiously loud noise.
Meanwhile, Aurora, Joe, Martha, as well as Helena would have a tough time trying to get out of there own seats as many people began walking in front of them on their way to the fire exits. It seemed, in this instance, being old was certainly not helpful.
DreamingBlackbird
Kmbrly
Felix
amongfoxesandfaeries
Corvid15
"Hm, a shame. Yet another precious, beautiful life snuffed out in an act of bloody hate. But is all life truly precious? Are there those among us whose lives are truly equal, whose lives are worth more than your own? Mark Twain once said, in a story he had written about the Devil himself, that 'life itself is only a vision. Nothing exists but empty space and you. And you are but a thought.' Think carefully on these words as our story progresses, keep them in mind for when someone in this gruesome play perishes, and they most certainly will, ask yourself if their life was truly a precious commodity."
The man exits stage left and there is a sound of a shuffling of feet coming from backstage. Shortly after, two police officers, one rotund and the other quite slim step up to the body and begin to examine it, all the while clicking their tongues with pity.
"Another one dead, eh?" "Aye, shot in the chest during her performance this time. She died right quick after that." "Bloody shame." "Bloody shame indeed, bruv." "You think them rumors are true? There's a theater killer on the loose?" "Who knows? I'm not worrying about any murders tonight. I'm just hoping I'll make it home in time for my shows when this is all over." "Really, Constable, you are a cold-hearted bas-"
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Just as the officer was about to say a very naughty word that some of Calypso's young, impressionable students would no doubt have used later, the telltale sounds of a fire alarm began to ring throughout the gymnasium. Through the gymnasium speakers, you could hear the voice of Mrs. Caroline directing people to move in a calm and orderly fashion towards the fire exit doors at the right side of the room. All at once, people stood up and started to make their way to the exits. Some of Calypso's students, all of whom were being very well behaved up until now, were beginning to cry in their seats from the obnoxiously loud noise.
Meanwhile, Aurora, Joe, Martha, as well as Helena would have a tough time trying to get out of there own seats as many people began walking in front of them on their way to the fire exits. It seemed, in this instance, being old was certainly not helpful.
DreamingBlackbird
Kmbrly
Felix
amongfoxesandfaeries
Corvid15
