Post by theminstrel on Nov 29, 2005 13:23:38 GMT -5
[The inside of a limo, the windows are tinted black to prevent anybody from looking through. The serat in the back holds Marcus Trapier, a very frustrated Marcus Trapier it would appear at the moment. Along the sides of him are long seats with a bar in the middle on both sides]
[Marcus, himself appears to have broken a sweat, but remains in his excellent looking black suit with red tie. His dark hair is slightly mussed, but still neat enough. His blue eyes appear almost frantic as something comes to his mind, he looks up just above him at some sort of control panel]
[He reaches up and hits a couple of buttons above him, then makes his way towards the bar]
[He smirks half-way]
Trapier: After the day I had, a little visit from Mr. John Daniels is in order.
[Ring.]
[He pours the drink, grinning wider as the glass gets fuller]
[Ring.]
[He takes a sip and make a satisfied face with the content of the drink and walks back to his seat]
[Ring.]
Receiver: Hell.
Trapier: Jack, my boy, how's it going?
[Trapier tries some of his trademark charm to get the information he wants]
Jack: Mr. Trapier, I have no information for you on the events of the last twenty four hours.
[His face immediately turns to a scowl as he leans forward]
Trapier: What do you mean, you have no information? You must know something...
[There is silence on the other end of the phone as he recognizes the change in Mr. Trapier's tone]
Jack: Anger is not going to solve your dilemna I'm afraid. This is what you get for working with the man and he does have the tendency to get a little theatrical at times. Besides you know better then I would...
[Trapier puts his Jack down on the floor of the limo, then rubs his hands on his face]
Trapier: But what do you mean, "I know better then you would"?
Jack: You created him.
[Click.]
[Trapier sits there frsutrated and drained, he picks up his drink and sits back. He takes a card out of his pocket, a bicycle card, which can only assume would be a Jack or Joker. He spins and from this distance looks like a joker]
[His smile grows as he ponders and he even begins to laugh a little bit]
Trapier: You know its ironic, you know you're dealing with freaks... And then when something out of this world happens, you end up with a mess to clean up. And the funny part is that you're shocked!
[He looks to the card as he grins, he takes a sip of the drink]
Trapier: I must admit the guy does great work... Great work. He just needs to learn to be a little more careful, less stylesque.
[He nods and sits up slightly]
Trapier: But there again, perhaps he wouldn't be half as good if he was careful. He wouldn't be nearly as clever without his theatricality.
[He runs his free hand through his hair, helping to put some order to what was fairly messy at the moment]
Trapier: You see there's two types of individuals to fear in this world... The one's with power, myself, and one's that are so cuckoo that you're left comtemplating is there's anyone driving the bus. And then at that moment where you question everything, they show you a pure work of genius, something perfectly efficient while reflecting their own unique flavor that you are intimidated.
[He appears much calmer as he loosens up his red tie, there is some sweat event on his face, but that has calmed down some and may only be there because of the alcohol in his system]
Trapier: Well, not me, but I'm not the one walking into a confined ring with the Jokeman. All name-calling, histories, and injuries aside; I've never seen anything like I did tonight... Never.
[He smirks]
Trapier: And in my business of "construction", it's very rare something... Catches your eye.
[He takes another sip of John Daniels and looks at the card once again]
Trapier: And the Jokeman's the kind of guy who will catch it then put it in your own hand.
[He sits back and puts the card down next to him. After a moment, he looks away from the camera and waves his hand backwards as if to "shoo". The camera cuts away to black]
Trapier: What did that freak mean?
[End transmission as we ponder the same thing]
[Marcus, himself appears to have broken a sweat, but remains in his excellent looking black suit with red tie. His dark hair is slightly mussed, but still neat enough. His blue eyes appear almost frantic as something comes to his mind, he looks up just above him at some sort of control panel]
[He reaches up and hits a couple of buttons above him, then makes his way towards the bar]
[He smirks half-way]
Trapier: After the day I had, a little visit from Mr. John Daniels is in order.
[Ring.]
[He pours the drink, grinning wider as the glass gets fuller]
[Ring.]
[He takes a sip and make a satisfied face with the content of the drink and walks back to his seat]
[Ring.]
Receiver: Hell.
Trapier: Jack, my boy, how's it going?
[Trapier tries some of his trademark charm to get the information he wants]
Jack: Mr. Trapier, I have no information for you on the events of the last twenty four hours.
[His face immediately turns to a scowl as he leans forward]
Trapier: What do you mean, you have no information? You must know something...
[There is silence on the other end of the phone as he recognizes the change in Mr. Trapier's tone]
Jack: Anger is not going to solve your dilemna I'm afraid. This is what you get for working with the man and he does have the tendency to get a little theatrical at times. Besides you know better then I would...
[Trapier puts his Jack down on the floor of the limo, then rubs his hands on his face]
Trapier: But what do you mean, "I know better then you would"?
Jack: You created him.
[Click.]
[Trapier sits there frsutrated and drained, he picks up his drink and sits back. He takes a card out of his pocket, a bicycle card, which can only assume would be a Jack or Joker. He spins and from this distance looks like a joker]
[His smile grows as he ponders and he even begins to laugh a little bit]
Trapier: You know its ironic, you know you're dealing with freaks... And then when something out of this world happens, you end up with a mess to clean up. And the funny part is that you're shocked!
[He looks to the card as he grins, he takes a sip of the drink]
Trapier: I must admit the guy does great work... Great work. He just needs to learn to be a little more careful, less stylesque.
[He nods and sits up slightly]
Trapier: But there again, perhaps he wouldn't be half as good if he was careful. He wouldn't be nearly as clever without his theatricality.
[He runs his free hand through his hair, helping to put some order to what was fairly messy at the moment]
Trapier: You see there's two types of individuals to fear in this world... The one's with power, myself, and one's that are so cuckoo that you're left comtemplating is there's anyone driving the bus. And then at that moment where you question everything, they show you a pure work of genius, something perfectly efficient while reflecting their own unique flavor that you are intimidated.
[He appears much calmer as he loosens up his red tie, there is some sweat event on his face, but that has calmed down some and may only be there because of the alcohol in his system]
Trapier: Well, not me, but I'm not the one walking into a confined ring with the Jokeman. All name-calling, histories, and injuries aside; I've never seen anything like I did tonight... Never.
[He smirks]
Trapier: And in my business of "construction", it's very rare something... Catches your eye.
[He takes another sip of John Daniels and looks at the card once again]
Trapier: And the Jokeman's the kind of guy who will catch it then put it in your own hand.
[He sits back and puts the card down next to him. After a moment, he looks away from the camera and waves his hand backwards as if to "shoo". The camera cuts away to black]
Trapier: What did that freak mean?
[End transmission as we ponder the same thing]