sobek
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Post by sobek on Oct 3, 2013 3:04:13 GMT -5
The door to Conference Room 00 swings open and out walks Sobek. He is standing tall and has his golden cobra scepter in his right hand. He holds the door open and two men walk out behind him. The man on the left has a slightly tanned skin tone, aside from the samoan-like tattoo on his right shoulder, going down onto the bicep. He wore a black combat vest and black pants which tucked into his black leather boots. He also had long black hair hanging out from under a burlap sack that covered his head, draped down the back of his neck and over his shoulders. The man on the right wore a sleeveless t-shirt that had a giant yellow smiley face on it, with teeth missing. He also wore black pant tucked into black boots and had scraggly hair hanging down around the neck and shoulders from underneath a burlap sack. Sobek starts down the hallway and the men going off nothing but the sound of Sobek's feet, follow behind him, remaining shoulder to shoulder the entire way. Sobek leads the two men down various hallways, taking a few turns here and there and then stops before two double doors just past the door to the parking garage and the two men stop right behind him. He then raises his left hand at a 90 degree angle and snaps his fingers once. The two janitors that normally follow Sobek then push the doors open from the opposite side and Sobek walks in with the two men following close behind. The room is almost like an auditorium, multiple rows of chairs, with a middle isle separating them into two groups, are all facing the front where a podium stands upon a stage. Sobek walks up the center isle with the two men close by and then steps up onto the stage and moves in behind the podium so that he is facing out toward the chairs and the two men stand in behind him shoulder to shoulder. The rest of his followers are all split into two groups; Cameron Miller, the mysterious woman and the two janitors are all on the side to Sobek's left and the two technicians and the two ordinary looking men are on Sobek's right. The muscular, but regular looking man is standing at the back watching the door, the cameraman is in the middle of the isle filming and the bearded technician is up on stage standing behind the two covered men. After a few moments, Sobek's shoulders rise and drop as he releases a breath and then he leans in, putting his face to the mic on the podium.
"It appearssss that Asylum was taken back to hissss cell. A ssssmart decision on his part, for he issss better off not showing up to the match. Perhapssss he know sees what he is up against. Perhaps he now understandssss that there is NOTHING he can do to sssstop the Savior's coming." The followers, although their eyes remain widened and their mouths agape, begin to clap and nod along as Sobek speaks.
"No one can blame him for hissss retreat into protection. It'ssss only a matter of time until the ssssame realization is found by all. It's a ssssimple concept to get, really. As my congregation growssss, so does my sssstrength. And if my strength was great enough to remove you from my path to ssssalvation before, then thissss time, my power will leave you as nothing but a broken carcassss," Sobek's group continues to clap and root him on as he speaks. He then turns his body to give view of the two covered men to the camera. He steps back so that he is standing a few feet to the left of them. The bearded technician then steps up and puts his hands on the tops of the heads of the two men and awaits the command.
"You sssseem pretty thick-skulled though Asylum. Like ssssomeone who made need ssssome proof when it comes to ssssomeone telling him what he issss normally telling them. Well, allow me to remove that doubt. Proof that I'm not just ssssome self proclaimed deity like you think. Proof that otherssss, our own peerssss and co-workerssss are beginning to ssssee it too!" The hissing in his words begins to pick up as his anxiousness and intensity does. Sobek nods at the bearded technician who almost instantly grasps both burlap sacks and pulls them off over the top of the heads of the men revealing who they are. The one on the left with the combat vest is none other than Chris Gavrilidis and the one on the right is Michael Manson. Both men have the same blank look on their faces as everyone else and stand there breathing in and out at the same time.
"Chris Gavrilidissss and Michael Mansssson. Two men with very capable skill, two men clearly sssstrong and able enough to make it on their own, but instead have chosen to follow me, and do you know why, Asylum?" Sobek then chuckles to himself as he steps back up to the podium.
"I imagine that right about now you'd show your insolence and insult me or these two men, at least in a normal casssse. Thingssss are much different now though, Asylum. Whether it has dawned on you yet or not, thingssss are different. Thingssss are shaping against you and in my favor." The followers all begin to clap again and applaud Sobek as he speaks, including the two men now standing behind him.
"And when you are forced into that cage with me on Ssssaturday, when you sssstand face-to-face with me, and when you ssssee the momentum wave that I'm currently riding, firssssthand, it will dawn on you. The roadblock you believe yoursssself to be cannot withstand the force it'ssss about to meet. My people believe in me to lead them out and I will sssstop at nothing, not even you, to get them there." Sobek then steps back as the applause have no picked up and he's getting the occasional "Yeah!" or a whistle to cheer him on.
"In our firsssst battle, I cleared you from my path. But, you decided, no your leader decided, that you would either sssstop me or you would be flattened in my march. And although I am a merciful God, ignorance is punishable by execution!" Sobek then raises both of his arms and looks up to the ceiling.
"Come Asylum, face the wrath of Ssssobek!" The followers all break out in full applause and cheers, as his words echo through the room.
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Post by asylum on Oct 3, 2013 20:22:05 GMT -5
Another good showing.
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