Post by morticia on Dec 30, 2009 21:58:14 GMT -5
-The camera returns to find Sara Sanderson in the backstage area hallway, looking about ready to speak on something as one by one the lights in the hall go out behind her. She turns to see what is going on and gives a frustrated sigh as the entire hall drops into darkness.-
SARA: "Just great. Now we are having power outages?"
SOFT VOICE: "I concur. Some people can just be rude.."
-The lights blink back on and Sara Sanderson finds herself standing before a tall dark-haired woman in what looks to be mortician's garb with a top hat perched upon her head. In a startled shock, Sara takes a swing at the woman to defend herself but her hand is grabbed.-
-The woman draws Sara up to her by her hand and wraps her arm around the interviewer's waist as the two slowly begin to circle one another, Sara's eyes gazing up into this strange woman's dark eyes.-
STRANGE WOMAN: "They spend all their time looking back behind them, 'burning their bridges', that they do not see what lies directly before them. It is like the driver that rushes headlong through the storm, trying so desperately to cross the bridge before the overflowing river washes it out from beneath him.."
-The reporter is caught in this mystery woman's grasp, both with her arms and her eyes as the dance and the story continue on.-
MYSTERY WOMAN: "He makes it. He is so elated that he was successful, he spends far too much time looking in his rear view mirror to see the oak tree that has fallen across the road in front of him. He hits it."
-With those last words, the dance suddenly jerks to a stop and the hapless reporter is jerked helplessly right up against her dance partner. Her gaze is still locked upward toward the tall dark woman's eyes.-
TALL DARK WOMAN: "The impact of the crash sends his steering wheel into his unprepared sternum. His air and his voice leave him as his lungs are crushed and three of his ribs crack under the pressure. One tragically pierces his heart and his crimson lifeblood gushes into the fresh mortal wound. Death wraps its warm hand around his throat.."
-Sara Sanderson looks locked in place as this dark woman slips her velvet gloved hand down her arm, over her shoulder and the slim digits grasp upon the smooth soft flesh of her throat. The interviewer takes a soft gasp of air out of shock but can be seen to not be choking as her breathing seems to increase slightly. The tall woman bends slowly down, her face drawing right up before the entranced visage of Sara Sanderson. The dark-haired figure appears to be on the verge of kissing her entrapped victim.-
DEATHLY WOMAN: "And just before Death seals the deal with a final kiss, it whispers into his ear an introduction.."
-The raven maned damsel slips her face past Sara's lips to slide down her cheek and just stop before her ear. The camera pan zooms in to a tight shot of just the woman's smirking lips.-
MORTICIA: "My name is Morticia D"Morte. And I am now here in MWA.. "
-The lights black out in an instant and then flicker back on to show Sara Sanderson standing there alone, her own hand rubbing at her throat softly as she looks around to find Morticia nowhere to be seen. She takes a deep breath and releases a sigh of relief.-
SARA: "I really have to ask the boss for a raise.."
SARA: "Just great. Now we are having power outages?"
SOFT VOICE: "I concur. Some people can just be rude.."
-The lights blink back on and Sara Sanderson finds herself standing before a tall dark-haired woman in what looks to be mortician's garb with a top hat perched upon her head. In a startled shock, Sara takes a swing at the woman to defend herself but her hand is grabbed.-
-The woman draws Sara up to her by her hand and wraps her arm around the interviewer's waist as the two slowly begin to circle one another, Sara's eyes gazing up into this strange woman's dark eyes.-
STRANGE WOMAN: "They spend all their time looking back behind them, 'burning their bridges', that they do not see what lies directly before them. It is like the driver that rushes headlong through the storm, trying so desperately to cross the bridge before the overflowing river washes it out from beneath him.."
-The reporter is caught in this mystery woman's grasp, both with her arms and her eyes as the dance and the story continue on.-
MYSTERY WOMAN: "He makes it. He is so elated that he was successful, he spends far too much time looking in his rear view mirror to see the oak tree that has fallen across the road in front of him. He hits it."
-With those last words, the dance suddenly jerks to a stop and the hapless reporter is jerked helplessly right up against her dance partner. Her gaze is still locked upward toward the tall dark woman's eyes.-
TALL DARK WOMAN: "The impact of the crash sends his steering wheel into his unprepared sternum. His air and his voice leave him as his lungs are crushed and three of his ribs crack under the pressure. One tragically pierces his heart and his crimson lifeblood gushes into the fresh mortal wound. Death wraps its warm hand around his throat.."
-Sara Sanderson looks locked in place as this dark woman slips her velvet gloved hand down her arm, over her shoulder and the slim digits grasp upon the smooth soft flesh of her throat. The interviewer takes a soft gasp of air out of shock but can be seen to not be choking as her breathing seems to increase slightly. The tall woman bends slowly down, her face drawing right up before the entranced visage of Sara Sanderson. The dark-haired figure appears to be on the verge of kissing her entrapped victim.-
DEATHLY WOMAN: "And just before Death seals the deal with a final kiss, it whispers into his ear an introduction.."
-The raven maned damsel slips her face past Sara's lips to slide down her cheek and just stop before her ear. The camera pan zooms in to a tight shot of just the woman's smirking lips.-
MORTICIA: "My name is Morticia D"Morte. And I am now here in MWA.. "
-The lights black out in an instant and then flicker back on to show Sara Sanderson standing there alone, her own hand rubbing at her throat softly as she looks around to find Morticia nowhere to be seen. She takes a deep breath and releases a sigh of relief.-
SARA: "I really have to ask the boss for a raise.."
