entranceway application samples.

[evilhandissues]

~ New FIRST PERSON Sample~

[Lindsey is sitting in his room, guitar on his lap. He works through the scales slowly, then faster. Then he starts out with a simple melody, light and warm before the music gets harder. colder.]

When I was a kid, my daddy didn't have any money for sheet music. He taught me how to play from songs he knew back before he "settled" [His hands draw quotation marks in the air] and had a family but most of it was putting music together. Finding what sounds right.

Sure you can add songs.

I like the moments you can add words to, but I like playing the music too. Being here. I like playing it the most. For instance. [He picks up the guitar again, breathes, and settles into a fast jaunty tune. It's running horses, racing blood through a body. It's jaunty but also dangerous. Like a collection of soldiers, moving scouts.]

I call that "Red Queen's ride."

[He inhales.] This next one's called "Revenge." [It's a long slow ballad. He smirks as he plays. It sounds like something out of a western.]

...That's for you Angel.

Anyway.

I'm running out of topics. So if you could suggest things I'd appreciate it.

[Private to Bela Talbot]

[He sighs] S'only fair. [There's a note of pride in his voice. Real solid pride.] I wrote this one for you.

[He plays it all the way through before turning off the feed.]


~ THIRD PERSON SAMPLE ~

Lindsey is forced to confront his mirror self.

The man in front of him is cool, calm and collected. He's got his hair combed back and he can tell from the warm glow in the fabric of the man's shirt that it's the finest material. He's dressed rich. He acts rich. The stick pin in his lapel is diamonds.

There is something unsettling about him.

The most unsettling thing he feels however is the longing in his chest to be sitting there as calmly, as coolly as the figure relaxing in the chair in front of him.

"Great personal truth." Lindsey who was not Lindsey but who was laughed and examined his nails, "I don't really have time for this. If you were stupid enough to get yourself caught in a loop hole like this I'm glad that our paths deviated."

"...Stupid?" He frowned, "I sincerely hope you realize how dumb it sounds to be calling yourself..."

"That's the funny thing about the past isn't it?" There's no trace of an accent in the other man's voice, "You can look back at it and hate yourself. Learn from the decisions you made. And I know that I made the right one."

There's a brief flash of something in his mind. Lilah weeping, pleading, a sound of thunder.

A dark red rain.

The other man laughs happily, "Oh I was lost. Naive. We-" he pauses, "You can't benefit from my advice anymore can you? That bitch Darla took away that."

"You shut your mouth, you stupid son of a bitch -" their mutual mother hadn't been a bitch, "She cared."

"She. distracted you from your true calling."

"I loved her!"

"I have a wife." His mirror self opened a gucci wallet to reveal a beautiful blonde woman with two children beside her, "I have a house in Beverly Hills and a vacation home back east. I have power. You have..."

"My soul!"

"No." he darker half laughs and Lindsey sits back down, suddenly leaden and heavy, "That belongs to us. Once and forever. You could have reaped the benefits of the job you chose. You know how this works Lindsey. Once you agree, you can't back out. That's the heart of any contract."

Silence filled the room between them lit only by the flickering candles slowly going out.

"...I'll show you! I can fight! I can win! I can..."

"Die?"

"I'm not dead! I'm not!"

"What do you think this place is?"

His own laughter echoed in his ears as the candles flickered and went out.