Post by Bricingwolf on Oct 15, 2015 22:53:45 GMT
Thought of these the other day, and luckily thought to text them to Alison, which means they're not gone forever into the oubliette of my forgetfulness.
Song plays as Jason Drake, servant of Odin and wandering trouble maker, kicks dirt from place to place, encountering seemingly random people. Either of these would work, as examples.
First, at a gas station, the a teenage girl "catches" him using magic to trick the gas pump into thinking he's paid it, before he jumps into the driver seat of his t-top Trans Am. He snaps his fingers at the ground, causing an arcane sign to appear just long enough for the girl to capture it with her phone camera, winks, and speeds off.
Next, he's busking in some nameless town square, and he leaves a dusty old book behind when he leaves. A black skater kid who was watching him picks it up. The book is bound in wood and old leather, etched in a circular script unlike any human language. The etching seems to glow softly as the boy picks it up.
We see each person shown again at the end of the video, the boy reading his book, rapt and excited, the girl researching the symbol on a library computer, face bruised and eyes full of pain and anger, determined.
Another video, this time Veruca Salt's "Seether" plays, as the video follows the girl from the last video.
She sneaks out her bedroom window to the sounds of her parents screaming at eachother as the music starts. She walks through downtown somewhere, casually cursing abusers, pushers, fedora wearing bros. She dances to the music on her headphones. Toward the end, she sees a sign written in chalk on a business window, and stops in her tracks. It's similar to the symbol that drew her into the world of magic and curses. She enters the business, a hippy herbal remedy shop, and the proprieter greets her. When the girl tilts her head at the sign on the window, the owner looks surprised, but points to a door in the back of the shop. The girl opens the door, the camera shows her standing in the doorway, and the song ends as a look of horror on her face turns into rage, and her eyes glow with purple fire.
The skater kid rides the subway with shadowy implications of unseen horrors. The haunted faces of his fellow passengers refuse to make eye contact with anything or anyone. The old leather and wood bounds book is in his hand, neon colored placeholders stick out from the pages, glaring against the yellowed paper, black leather wrapped hardwood binding and it's blood red symbols in their indigo circles. Surreptiously, he places home printed stickers with protective symbols, on the seats and railings and he moves from car to car. He slips a cheap looking plastic talisman into a pouch in a baby stroller, another into a business man's coat pocket. An old coin he hands to bum who looks almost as old. They nod to eachother; obviously the old man knows what the kid is doing.
As he passes, doing his work, the subway cars seem less dark. People start to talk to eachother, some even smile.
Scene cuts to a cold, overcast shoreline as he steps off the subway. The young man stands, book in one hand, the other flexing nervously, like he's about to get in a fight. The symbols on the book begin to glow, and as they do, runes and other symbols on the kid's hands begin to do that same. The sea is dark, and the clouds grow steadily darker, angrier. As the music ends, the wind picks up, fierce and threatening, as he stares out into the ocean air, his eyes equal parts immovably determined and pant-shitting terrified. But he isn't alone anymore. Other figures have joined him on the shoreline, staring out. Waiting.
Song plays as Jason Drake, servant of Odin and wandering trouble maker, kicks dirt from place to place, encountering seemingly random people. Either of these would work, as examples.
First, at a gas station, the a teenage girl "catches" him using magic to trick the gas pump into thinking he's paid it, before he jumps into the driver seat of his t-top Trans Am. He snaps his fingers at the ground, causing an arcane sign to appear just long enough for the girl to capture it with her phone camera, winks, and speeds off.
Next, he's busking in some nameless town square, and he leaves a dusty old book behind when he leaves. A black skater kid who was watching him picks it up. The book is bound in wood and old leather, etched in a circular script unlike any human language. The etching seems to glow softly as the boy picks it up.
We see each person shown again at the end of the video, the boy reading his book, rapt and excited, the girl researching the symbol on a library computer, face bruised and eyes full of pain and anger, determined.
Another video, this time Veruca Salt's "Seether" plays, as the video follows the girl from the last video.
She sneaks out her bedroom window to the sounds of her parents screaming at eachother as the music starts. She walks through downtown somewhere, casually cursing abusers, pushers, fedora wearing bros. She dances to the music on her headphones. Toward the end, she sees a sign written in chalk on a business window, and stops in her tracks. It's similar to the symbol that drew her into the world of magic and curses. She enters the business, a hippy herbal remedy shop, and the proprieter greets her. When the girl tilts her head at the sign on the window, the owner looks surprised, but points to a door in the back of the shop. The girl opens the door, the camera shows her standing in the doorway, and the song ends as a look of horror on her face turns into rage, and her eyes glow with purple fire.
The skater kid rides the subway with shadowy implications of unseen horrors. The haunted faces of his fellow passengers refuse to make eye contact with anything or anyone. The old leather and wood bounds book is in his hand, neon colored placeholders stick out from the pages, glaring against the yellowed paper, black leather wrapped hardwood binding and it's blood red symbols in their indigo circles. Surreptiously, he places home printed stickers with protective symbols, on the seats and railings and he moves from car to car. He slips a cheap looking plastic talisman into a pouch in a baby stroller, another into a business man's coat pocket. An old coin he hands to bum who looks almost as old. They nod to eachother; obviously the old man knows what the kid is doing.
As he passes, doing his work, the subway cars seem less dark. People start to talk to eachother, some even smile.
Scene cuts to a cold, overcast shoreline as he steps off the subway. The young man stands, book in one hand, the other flexing nervously, like he's about to get in a fight. The symbols on the book begin to glow, and as they do, runes and other symbols on the kid's hands begin to do that same. The sea is dark, and the clouds grow steadily darker, angrier. As the music ends, the wind picks up, fierce and threatening, as he stares out into the ocean air, his eyes equal parts immovably determined and pant-shitting terrified. But he isn't alone anymore. Other figures have joined him on the shoreline, staring out. Waiting.