Post by Ria Nightshade on Jul 25, 2016 2:14:37 GMT -5
An abandoned warehouse... An old assembly line belt lays covered in layers of dust and cobwebs. The place is dilapidated and beyond dirty. Yet, there's someone wandering around in this unsafe environment. That person would be Ria Nightshade. She looks around the old building, noticing the decay and filth. She finds an old dusty chair with a tattered cushion seat and plops down on it, sending dust flying everywhere. Ria frantically waves her hands while coughing. After taking a second to compose herself, she attaches her phone to a selfie stick before hitting record and getting it into position.
[Ria] I guess I'm going to start things off by bitching about this stupid thing I have my phone attached to... The selfie stick! The lifeblood of vain and stupid people the world over! If it weren't for the fact that this hunk of crap makes it easier to record my videos, you'd sooner see me in a Banana Republic before holding one of these. It's a marginal useful tool that many nowadays would list as one of their three items to take with them on one of those ridiculous 'stranded on an island' questions that people ask. THIS is the society we live in... Pathetic.
Ria rolls her eyes. She looks over for a second before angling her phone to show what it is she's looking at. A window, mostly obscured by dirt... Except for one small pane that happens to be missing. Through that pain, just a bit of moonlight has managed to sneak it's way into the building.
[Ria] They say that a person's eyes are a window to their soul. Some windows are like that one; filthy, blocked off, just enough of a view to make one think the person is still alive inside. Some windows are sparkling, crystal clear. These types of people are easy to see into. That might sound like a good thing, but would you want to be witness to a murder? It's not always wise to peer into clear windows. You might not like what you see. Sometimes, it's better to just believe whatever it is your mind tells you. Here's the thing... There's people out there that put forth a good facade that happen to be the ugliest of us all. Others put forth a tough exterior while being complete emotional wrecks on the inside. So maybe it's not good to believe the mind's eye? What is a person to do, then? It's simple, really. Believe in yourself and nothing else. That's not meant to be a slogan to be slapped on some sappy Hallmark card. You can talk to people, help people, even befriend people... But at the end of the day, nobody cares about you like you do.
Ria brings the phone swinging back around to focus on her. The look on her face is serious, almost as if a concerned parent talking to a troubled child.
[Ria] The world is a messed up place. I, of all people, would know. Some of you girls really don't know how ugly things are out there. Some of you probably have an idea, but some of you really don't. Drug trafficking, forced prostitution and so many other things happen to young girls the world over. The world is really just an ugly, awful place. Now, you might be saying to yourself, "But Ria, you said not to trust in anyone. Why should I trust you?" If you did say that, congratulations! You're following along and get a gold star! If you didn't say that... Well you're either (A) naïve, or (B) should probably stop this video now and delve into something more your speed. I'd suggest a coloring book or licking coins. So why trust me? The answer is quite simple; I'm not like other people. I'm well aware of the terrible things I have and will do. But hate begets hate. You don't fight wars with hugs and fuzzy feelings. Blood must always be spilt for change. I have no qualms about spilling my own blood, and I certainly have none about spilling the blood of those that stand in my way.
Ria stands up and starts walking out of the building. As she exits, she turns her phone to focus on a sign. The sign says 'SLATED FOR DEMOLITION - 7/30/17'. She turns the phone back towards herself, giving a shrug before leaning against an exterior wall. She takes her attention away from the phone for a minute, digging in her pocket with her free hand for a moment. She produces a slightly crumpled cigarette that she pops in between her lips before lighting it. She takes a long drag on it before blowing the smoke into the starlit sky.
[Ria] I suppose I'm giving an ultimatum of sorts right now. The us against them mentality may be cliché, but it's simply the easiest way to state my message. I've dealt with all manners of resistance; therapy, jail time, threats of blacklisting... None of it has stopped me so far. It's hard to stop what you don't understand, quite frankly. I don't seek to force people to join me or understand. Those truly dedicated to a cause will always fight harder than those forced to fight for something they don't believe in. So the question lays at your feet, dear viewer. Are you sick of this world we live in? Are you tired of the lies, the poverty, the very thought that the common person means nothing? Or are you content with things? Are you okay with the wool being pulled over your eyes? Are you fine with the false belief that everything is okay? If you're a part of that second group, I have news for you: it's not 1952. A glass of milk and a plate of mom's cookies don't make everything okay. If you're foolish enough to accept the world as is, I'm glad you're on the side opposite from me. The rest of you... Those that wish to cause a breakdown in the machine, those that won't be lied to, those that are ready to give it all to experience true freedom!... Welcome aboard. You know who you are and you'll find a way to contact me if truly devote. Who knows, I may even find you first?...
Ria shuts her phone off, satisfied with what was said. She then walks off into the darkness alone... But for how much longer?
[Ria] I guess I'm going to start things off by bitching about this stupid thing I have my phone attached to... The selfie stick! The lifeblood of vain and stupid people the world over! If it weren't for the fact that this hunk of crap makes it easier to record my videos, you'd sooner see me in a Banana Republic before holding one of these. It's a marginal useful tool that many nowadays would list as one of their three items to take with them on one of those ridiculous 'stranded on an island' questions that people ask. THIS is the society we live in... Pathetic.
Ria rolls her eyes. She looks over for a second before angling her phone to show what it is she's looking at. A window, mostly obscured by dirt... Except for one small pane that happens to be missing. Through that pain, just a bit of moonlight has managed to sneak it's way into the building.
[Ria] They say that a person's eyes are a window to their soul. Some windows are like that one; filthy, blocked off, just enough of a view to make one think the person is still alive inside. Some windows are sparkling, crystal clear. These types of people are easy to see into. That might sound like a good thing, but would you want to be witness to a murder? It's not always wise to peer into clear windows. You might not like what you see. Sometimes, it's better to just believe whatever it is your mind tells you. Here's the thing... There's people out there that put forth a good facade that happen to be the ugliest of us all. Others put forth a tough exterior while being complete emotional wrecks on the inside. So maybe it's not good to believe the mind's eye? What is a person to do, then? It's simple, really. Believe in yourself and nothing else. That's not meant to be a slogan to be slapped on some sappy Hallmark card. You can talk to people, help people, even befriend people... But at the end of the day, nobody cares about you like you do.
Ria brings the phone swinging back around to focus on her. The look on her face is serious, almost as if a concerned parent talking to a troubled child.
[Ria] The world is a messed up place. I, of all people, would know. Some of you girls really don't know how ugly things are out there. Some of you probably have an idea, but some of you really don't. Drug trafficking, forced prostitution and so many other things happen to young girls the world over. The world is really just an ugly, awful place. Now, you might be saying to yourself, "But Ria, you said not to trust in anyone. Why should I trust you?" If you did say that, congratulations! You're following along and get a gold star! If you didn't say that... Well you're either (A) naïve, or (B) should probably stop this video now and delve into something more your speed. I'd suggest a coloring book or licking coins. So why trust me? The answer is quite simple; I'm not like other people. I'm well aware of the terrible things I have and will do. But hate begets hate. You don't fight wars with hugs and fuzzy feelings. Blood must always be spilt for change. I have no qualms about spilling my own blood, and I certainly have none about spilling the blood of those that stand in my way.
Ria stands up and starts walking out of the building. As she exits, she turns her phone to focus on a sign. The sign says 'SLATED FOR DEMOLITION - 7/30/17'. She turns the phone back towards herself, giving a shrug before leaning against an exterior wall. She takes her attention away from the phone for a minute, digging in her pocket with her free hand for a moment. She produces a slightly crumpled cigarette that she pops in between her lips before lighting it. She takes a long drag on it before blowing the smoke into the starlit sky.
[Ria] I suppose I'm giving an ultimatum of sorts right now. The us against them mentality may be cliché, but it's simply the easiest way to state my message. I've dealt with all manners of resistance; therapy, jail time, threats of blacklisting... None of it has stopped me so far. It's hard to stop what you don't understand, quite frankly. I don't seek to force people to join me or understand. Those truly dedicated to a cause will always fight harder than those forced to fight for something they don't believe in. So the question lays at your feet, dear viewer. Are you sick of this world we live in? Are you tired of the lies, the poverty, the very thought that the common person means nothing? Or are you content with things? Are you okay with the wool being pulled over your eyes? Are you fine with the false belief that everything is okay? If you're a part of that second group, I have news for you: it's not 1952. A glass of milk and a plate of mom's cookies don't make everything okay. If you're foolish enough to accept the world as is, I'm glad you're on the side opposite from me. The rest of you... Those that wish to cause a breakdown in the machine, those that won't be lied to, those that are ready to give it all to experience true freedom!... Welcome aboard. You know who you are and you'll find a way to contact me if truly devote. Who knows, I may even find you first?...
Ria shuts her phone off, satisfied with what was said. She then walks off into the darkness alone... But for how much longer?