Post by ECKS on Oct 3, 2006 20:16:18 GMT -5
(After getting to his room and changing he goes over to the bed. ECKS shuts off the light and rolls over in bed. Almost immediately after closing his eyes he is again haunted by the memory of the girl he loved and lost, or as he calls her, the one. Then he notices it, a smell from his past, something so familiar and yet he can't seem to remember where he smelled it before. He sits up and sniffs the air a few times, trying to pick up the scent again. Once again he smells it. He holds his head as if trying to pull the memory out with his hands.)
ECKS: (in a growling voice)"What is that? I can't remember. Perfume.... no, it can't be. Not in here. How would it get in here?"
(He takes another sniff of the air, then climbs out of bed and starts to follow the smell to get a stronger scent. He follows it to the window, opens it and again smells the air. He suddenly realizes what it is and his eyes start to gleam as they tear over.)
ECKS: "No. It can't be hers. It... it just... it just can't be. How could it be here... now... after all this time? Five years. She can't be alive... I saw her die, watched them kill her... and even if she is, there's no way she could know I was here. No way. But I gotta follow it... I gotta know if it's her. Gotta know what happened to her, I deserve to know. I have every right to know... I... I loved her."
(Wiping a tear from his eye, ECKS pulls on a pair of jeans and tucks his muscle shirt into them before buttoning them and clasping the belt together. Then he grabs his boots and his brown leather jacket from the closet. He quickly puts his boots on and ties them then pulls the jacket on and walks back to the open window. He takes a long look out to the ground, knowing that a simple fall from the second floor won't phase him, looks back to the room's door, then turns back and leaps out the window to the ground below. Even the chill and darkness of the late night can't deter him from using his gifted senses to follow the trail of the scent to it's source, no matter what that may be. Taking one last sniff to get his bearings he disappears onto the mansion's grounds in search of what can only be a ghost from his past.)
To be continued...
ECKS: (in a growling voice)"What is that? I can't remember. Perfume.... no, it can't be. Not in here. How would it get in here?"
(He takes another sniff of the air, then climbs out of bed and starts to follow the smell to get a stronger scent. He follows it to the window, opens it and again smells the air. He suddenly realizes what it is and his eyes start to gleam as they tear over.)
ECKS: "No. It can't be hers. It... it just... it just can't be. How could it be here... now... after all this time? Five years. She can't be alive... I saw her die, watched them kill her... and even if she is, there's no way she could know I was here. No way. But I gotta follow it... I gotta know if it's her. Gotta know what happened to her, I deserve to know. I have every right to know... I... I loved her."
(Wiping a tear from his eye, ECKS pulls on a pair of jeans and tucks his muscle shirt into them before buttoning them and clasping the belt together. Then he grabs his boots and his brown leather jacket from the closet. He quickly puts his boots on and ties them then pulls the jacket on and walks back to the open window. He takes a long look out to the ground, knowing that a simple fall from the second floor won't phase him, looks back to the room's door, then turns back and leaps out the window to the ground below. Even the chill and darkness of the late night can't deter him from using his gifted senses to follow the trail of the scent to it's source, no matter what that may be. Taking one last sniff to get his bearings he disappears onto the mansion's grounds in search of what can only be a ghost from his past.)
To be continued...
