Post by Lin on Nov 5, 2014 12:06:08 GMT -5
I'm establishing.
Setting: A street corner late afternoon.
There's a Jewish Parable about a feather pillow and a rumor and if Silence Sykes had heard it, he might not have been on that street corner on an August afternoon in 1692. Unfortunately for the town of Salem, he hadn't heard it and he was there, being anything but silent. He was talking, loudly, not particularly careful about who might have hear him and his mouth was spitting hellfire.
In order to understand why, we need to go back a few hours to earlier in the day. Silence was in church at a funeral and Preacher Carrington was up there saying all kinds of things and everyone in the church was listening and nodding and some were crying and some were asking God why, but Silence wasn't doing any of those things. Silence was looking at all the people doing those things from his seat in the back of the church and it was lighting the belly full of coal that everyone knew was inside of him. His sister was sitting up in the first row of the church and not a person would take a seat near her or really even look at her, but the Preacher, that Blake Carrington, he got to be on the pulpit and everyone looked at him and why? Cause he could read good and speak good. If you asked Silence, he had the tongue of the Devil, but no one ever asked Silence on the account that unlike Preacher Carrington he couldn't read good or speak good or as far as anyone could remember be of much good at anything in particular.
In that church, stewing and fuming, Silence got to thinking. A lot of people were thinking and they were whispering the funeral and about the unnatural circumstances of the death and about the sins of Taciturn Sykes, but Silence was thinking about that preacher and about how he was always telling everyone about how everything they did was wrong and about how God was going to burn them all for their sins and about how everyone trembled when he spoke. And the fire in his belly grew.
And on that street corner, he told some of the other men what he thought. "It was Preacher Carrington that was the father of my sister's baby," Silence declared. But why hadn't she said something, they asked? "She was afeared of the hellfire that would await her if she told," Silence explained. "The preacher has us all atrembling over our sins, bowing our heads and begging him for forgiveness. But did you ever wonder about how he got a tongue so silvery? We listen to him and bow our heads when he walks by and that fills him with Pride and it ain't but a short step from there submitting to Lust. I seen the eye he gives the women and no doubt he preyed upon my sister on the account of her reputation, which even if she might deserve it she don't deserve no man of God giving her his child then denying it and Damning her for that sin which is rightly shared. I can't just stand here as my namesake anymore and watch Taciturn suffer while Preacher Carrington tells us about our sins. The man, were he man, would confess what he did and sit in the pews and suffer like the rest of us, for he ain't no angel and he don't deserve to be telling us we are going to burn with what he done."
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I'm going to stop here. These are the options I see. Silence is running his mouth in public loudly, saying dangerous things, so any character who might be walking by can confront him about it. Anyone who wants to can do that (first come, first serve). If no one wants to jump in, pick a die and that will determine the town prosecutors reaction when he catches wind of these accusations and I'll finish the scene based on that.
Setting: A street corner late afternoon.
There's a Jewish Parable about a feather pillow and a rumor and if Silence Sykes had heard it, he might not have been on that street corner on an August afternoon in 1692. Unfortunately for the town of Salem, he hadn't heard it and he was there, being anything but silent. He was talking, loudly, not particularly careful about who might have hear him and his mouth was spitting hellfire.
In order to understand why, we need to go back a few hours to earlier in the day. Silence was in church at a funeral and Preacher Carrington was up there saying all kinds of things and everyone in the church was listening and nodding and some were crying and some were asking God why, but Silence wasn't doing any of those things. Silence was looking at all the people doing those things from his seat in the back of the church and it was lighting the belly full of coal that everyone knew was inside of him. His sister was sitting up in the first row of the church and not a person would take a seat near her or really even look at her, but the Preacher, that Blake Carrington, he got to be on the pulpit and everyone looked at him and why? Cause he could read good and speak good. If you asked Silence, he had the tongue of the Devil, but no one ever asked Silence on the account that unlike Preacher Carrington he couldn't read good or speak good or as far as anyone could remember be of much good at anything in particular.
In that church, stewing and fuming, Silence got to thinking. A lot of people were thinking and they were whispering the funeral and about the unnatural circumstances of the death and about the sins of Taciturn Sykes, but Silence was thinking about that preacher and about how he was always telling everyone about how everything they did was wrong and about how God was going to burn them all for their sins and about how everyone trembled when he spoke. And the fire in his belly grew.
And on that street corner, he told some of the other men what he thought. "It was Preacher Carrington that was the father of my sister's baby," Silence declared. But why hadn't she said something, they asked? "She was afeared of the hellfire that would await her if she told," Silence explained. "The preacher has us all atrembling over our sins, bowing our heads and begging him for forgiveness. But did you ever wonder about how he got a tongue so silvery? We listen to him and bow our heads when he walks by and that fills him with Pride and it ain't but a short step from there submitting to Lust. I seen the eye he gives the women and no doubt he preyed upon my sister on the account of her reputation, which even if she might deserve it she don't deserve no man of God giving her his child then denying it and Damning her for that sin which is rightly shared. I can't just stand here as my namesake anymore and watch Taciturn suffer while Preacher Carrington tells us about our sins. The man, were he man, would confess what he did and sit in the pews and suffer like the rest of us, for he ain't no angel and he don't deserve to be telling us we are going to burn with what he done."
____________________________
I'm going to stop here. These are the options I see. Silence is running his mouth in public loudly, saying dangerous things, so any character who might be walking by can confront him about it. Anyone who wants to can do that (first come, first serve). If no one wants to jump in, pick a die and that will determine the town prosecutors reaction when he catches wind of these accusations and I'll finish the scene based on that.
