Post by Corey Bull on Nov 16, 2019 5:35:47 GMT -5
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Somewhere in Las Vegas
Corey Bull. The masked monster is once again in a welders helmet, but he is somewhere that is unrecognizable. It appears to be a small workshop somewhere. The ghost of Ace Static, always bothering Bull these days, again walks around, but no one can see him. But you know...he is there. Either that or Bull is talking to himself.
[Let me get this straight, the last mask was garbage, so thats why you broke it.]
“Mmhmm.”
[And now you are working on another one…]
“Mmhmm.”
[And why is that?]
Bull lets out a deep sigh and sets down whatever he is holding in his hand and turns, the metal welders helmet tilted slightly, exposing only Bulls stubbled chin.
“I need something that...feels right with how I feel now. Something that unlocks or taps into the very essence that swirls within myself. I can’t really describe it any other way. It's like a dam, I don't want it to just overflow...I need to control the flow, opening the gates when the time is right.”
Bull turns back around and picks up something and a scratching sound, something like a wire brush, is heard going over an unknown material.
[It feels really redundant to me man. We could be out picking up hookers and blow.]
“You know I don’t do that shit.”
[No, instead you hole up in a hotel room with Geri Miller and smoke pot till the two of you are topless and pass out. Let me tell you something, she is good on the eyes, but terrible on the follow through.]
Bull pauses.
“I didn’t go there to fuck her Ace.”
[No? Could have fooled me. The two of you spent all that time rubbed against each other in pretty much nothing. And yet, little ol fuckboi Vayden has her heart and she won’t hand it out to anyone else. Meantime he is out banging one hottie and hitting on another and still she has that pussy strapped into a fucking chastity belt for him.]
“Fucking...Let...It...Go...Ace.”
Bulls voice is dark...and anyone that can hear it can tell he is gritting his teeth.
[Your intolerable sometimes]
Ace walks closer to Bull and leans on the table, inches from Bull.
[All this pot smoking keeps you too fucking calm. Why are you insisting on being less of a monster then you are? For a woman? You know that you don’t need to do that...that a woman that wants you for what you are exists. After all, you found Angelica and Lacey. Stop changing you for pussy!]
Bull stands up and throws a bottle at Ace, but it passes through him.
“Fuck off! Now you went and made me waste a bottle of whiskey!”
When Bull stood and moved, a mask is seen on the table.
Bull turns his back and takes off the large welders helmet and slides the bone like mask over his head. The inside of it is metal, that can be seen, but Bull has applied something to the outer layer to make it appear as bone.
[Are you carving up skulls now to make masks? If so, bravo.]
“Shut up. Its metal still, just with a polyurethane coating. This is the same stuff they use to make skateboard wheels. Durable and able to be shaped. Hence why it looks like bone.”
Bull slides the mask over his head and cracks his neck. He looks left and right and tilts his head, then slides the mask off and slams it on the table. It cracks, and a few pieces fly off. His throws it across the room and slams his open palms down on the table.
“Fuck!”
[Not doing it for you?]
“It was close...but not the right feel. But I am on the right path.”
Bull reaches for another bottle of Jack Daniels Bourbon Whisky. He takes a long pull from it before placing his usual metal mask over his head. He picks up two bottles of whisky and a shovel and starts walking for the door. He stops, pulls out his phone and starts texting. Ace walks over and peeks.
[Why are you sending that tweet?]
“Because I know she is watching her twitter...she is paranoid like that. She will assume it is about her...and it will cause her panic.”
[Is it about her?]
Bull pauses and tilts his head before finally shaking it no.
“Not now...but it will happen. No, I think that I am going to go do a...public service you could say. There is enough darkness that walks the streets. I’m sure I can find something to...sate the need. Plus...I need to find a mannequin.”
[A mannequin? Fuck an A dude your sick and I love it! Hookers and blow here we come!
“Not that need Ace. No..the need I am trying to control. And hopefully I get some leveling of it soon or I am going to put myself in a difficult spot. Not that I don’t enjoy the need. I just want to focus it in the ring”
Bull stuffs the phone back into his pocket and picks up the shovel, heading out to his 70 Cuda. The feed cuts out.
Somewhere in Las Vegas
Corey Bull. The masked monster is once again in a welders helmet, but he is somewhere that is unrecognizable. It appears to be a small workshop somewhere. The ghost of Ace Static, always bothering Bull these days, again walks around, but no one can see him. But you know...he is there. Either that or Bull is talking to himself.
[Let me get this straight, the last mask was garbage, so thats why you broke it.]
“Mmhmm.”
[And now you are working on another one…]
“Mmhmm.”
[And why is that?]
Bull lets out a deep sigh and sets down whatever he is holding in his hand and turns, the metal welders helmet tilted slightly, exposing only Bulls stubbled chin.
“I need something that...feels right with how I feel now. Something that unlocks or taps into the very essence that swirls within myself. I can’t really describe it any other way. It's like a dam, I don't want it to just overflow...I need to control the flow, opening the gates when the time is right.”
Bull turns back around and picks up something and a scratching sound, something like a wire brush, is heard going over an unknown material.
[It feels really redundant to me man. We could be out picking up hookers and blow.]
“You know I don’t do that shit.”
[No, instead you hole up in a hotel room with Geri Miller and smoke pot till the two of you are topless and pass out. Let me tell you something, she is good on the eyes, but terrible on the follow through.]
Bull pauses.
“I didn’t go there to fuck her Ace.”
[No? Could have fooled me. The two of you spent all that time rubbed against each other in pretty much nothing. And yet, little ol fuckboi Vayden has her heart and she won’t hand it out to anyone else. Meantime he is out banging one hottie and hitting on another and still she has that pussy strapped into a fucking chastity belt for him.]
“Fucking...Let...It...Go...Ace.”
Bulls voice is dark...and anyone that can hear it can tell he is gritting his teeth.
[Your intolerable sometimes]
Ace walks closer to Bull and leans on the table, inches from Bull.
[All this pot smoking keeps you too fucking calm. Why are you insisting on being less of a monster then you are? For a woman? You know that you don’t need to do that...that a woman that wants you for what you are exists. After all, you found Angelica and Lacey. Stop changing you for pussy!]
Bull stands up and throws a bottle at Ace, but it passes through him.
“Fuck off! Now you went and made me waste a bottle of whiskey!”
When Bull stood and moved, a mask is seen on the table.
Bull turns his back and takes off the large welders helmet and slides the bone like mask over his head. The inside of it is metal, that can be seen, but Bull has applied something to the outer layer to make it appear as bone.
[Are you carving up skulls now to make masks? If so, bravo.]
“Shut up. Its metal still, just with a polyurethane coating. This is the same stuff they use to make skateboard wheels. Durable and able to be shaped. Hence why it looks like bone.”
Bull slides the mask over his head and cracks his neck. He looks left and right and tilts his head, then slides the mask off and slams it on the table. It cracks, and a few pieces fly off. His throws it across the room and slams his open palms down on the table.
“Fuck!”
[Not doing it for you?]
“It was close...but not the right feel. But I am on the right path.”
Bull reaches for another bottle of Jack Daniels Bourbon Whisky. He takes a long pull from it before placing his usual metal mask over his head. He picks up two bottles of whisky and a shovel and starts walking for the door. He stops, pulls out his phone and starts texting. Ace walks over and peeks.
[Why are you sending that tweet?]
“Because I know she is watching her twitter...she is paranoid like that. She will assume it is about her...and it will cause her panic.”
[Is it about her?]
Bull pauses and tilts his head before finally shaking it no.
“Not now...but it will happen. No, I think that I am going to go do a...public service you could say. There is enough darkness that walks the streets. I’m sure I can find something to...sate the need. Plus...I need to find a mannequin.”
[A mannequin? Fuck an A dude your sick and I love it! Hookers and blow here we come!
“Not that need Ace. No..the need I am trying to control. And hopefully I get some leveling of it soon or I am going to put myself in a difficult spot. Not that I don’t enjoy the need. I just want to focus it in the ring”
Bull stuffs the phone back into his pocket and picks up the shovel, heading out to his 70 Cuda. The feed cuts out.
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A Las Vegas local has been reported missing today. 22 year old Rucker Smithson, known as “Little Dogie” disappeared Thursday night. His friends reported him missing Saturday morning when he failed to show up at a meeting at the Circus Circus hotel. As to the nature of the meeting, that has not been reported at this time.
Mr. Smithson is reported by the local police as a known felon and drug dealer. At this time, no foul play has been indicated, but the police have not ruled it out. His last known whereabouts was on the corner of Halla Street and Dorinda Avenue in Stone Canyon West, a part of Spring Valley, just seventeen miles from the Circus Circus Hotel. More as this story breaks.
MAN GOES MISSING, POLICE, LOCALS SAY
By Justa NotherighterA Las Vegas local has been reported missing today. 22 year old Rucker Smithson, known as “Little Dogie” disappeared Thursday night. His friends reported him missing Saturday morning when he failed to show up at a meeting at the Circus Circus hotel. As to the nature of the meeting, that has not been reported at this time.
Mr. Smithson is reported by the local police as a known felon and drug dealer. At this time, no foul play has been indicated, but the police have not ruled it out. His last known whereabouts was on the corner of Halla Street and Dorinda Avenue in Stone Canyon West, a part of Spring Valley, just seventeen miles from the Circus Circus Hotel. More as this story breaks.