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Post by theminstrel on Dec 11, 2005 13:21:41 GMT -5
[He opens the file up and flips through some papers seemingly knowing exactly what he's looking for. He finds it and holds it up for closer examination, he rubs his beard as he looks. This particular piece of work was done by a patient and he wants to figure out exactly the message that was being sent... There's always the possibility in being a psychologist that a wrong decision, an error could lead to a life or death situation... And that is the last thing you ever want]
[He places the picture down on the file so we get a look, we now get a look. The picture is a crude drawing of a beautiful day, a sun with a smiley face and flowers smiling back except for one thats wilted away. Its these kind of drawings that truly allow a doctor to tap into what a person is saying even deeper, to truly see whats going on beyond the words... The eyes of a human]
[He runs his fingertips along the page, feeling the texture, he is interrupted by the phone ringing]
[RING!]
[RING!]
{He reaches it as the second ring ends, pushing button to allow speakerphone to be turned on]
Doctor: Hello, Doctor Hordem speaking.
[He says this clamly although he is visibly annoyed that he was in mid-thought and interrupted]
Other line: Hello Doctor, it's Marcus Trapier. I have a couple of questions for you.
[Horden recognizing the name takes a gulp then responds]
Doctor: Ask away.
Trapier: Well there seems to have been plenty of panic over these past few days based on some things you said to one of my associates. I was hoping you could tell me the same things that you told him.
[He walks away from the phone and picks up the piece of paper off the leather couch]
Doctor: It's odd that you called me now, I actually was just looking through the file now.
Trapier: Well, I don't understand why, he's no longer your patient and you're not being paid to.
[Horden smirks as he walks back towards the desk]
Doctor: I'm one of the few people in my line of work, that actually genuinely want to make things right for people, Mr. Trapier. I believe its my calling to attempt to do all in my power to make the mentally unstable... As stable as I can, even if it means I don't make as much money as I should.
[We can just see Trapier's reaction to that one, perhaps an imaginery violin or simply acting like he's fallen asleep]
Trapier: That is quite noble of you, Doctor... But what of my friend?
Doctor: Well, unfortunately your friend suffers from post-traumatic stress syndrome that causes hysteria, mania, insomniatic disillussions and many other associated disorders. Frankly, he's always been a patient of interest to me because I've never seen someone, who could just laugh hysterically at their own pain as though it was a prank from heaven.
[The doctor now walks around the desk and sits down dragging the picture with his fingertips so he can look at it while he sits down]
Trapier: Isn't it fairly natural for a person to deal with their pain through laughter, Doctor.
[He shakes his head with a grin]
Doctor: Not like this, not keel over and fall on the floor laughter, my friend... I'm afraid not.
{We can hear a frustrated sigh from Trapier on the other line]
Trapier: Alright, so I know he's messed up, but what are the possible consequences of this.
[There is a moment of silence as the doctor's face goes stoic]
Trapier: Doctor? Are you still there?
{Horden snaps out of his daze]
Doctor: They're both limitless and dangerous, Mr. Trapier... My recommendation is you get him to myself or someone of equal psychological skill for evalutation and treatment.
Trapier: But you released him, Doc.
[He nods sullenly]
Doctor: It's my greatest mistake.
[Cut away as the doctor's face of regret becomes a mirror for the terror that may be inflicted, this man has major regrets at soemthing, he's done and now he feels responsible]
[Fade back in as we see a furious Jack slam the door to his rather crummy apartment, he walks right to the fridge grabbing a bottle of Bud from the icebox. He undoes the top and tosses it across the room in frustration. His army jacket looks soaked and his hair still has remnant of snowflakes]
[The apartment is fairly rundown and messy with the minimal amount of items. A kitchen with an oven, sink, fridge and small countertop behind the living room where there is a couch and a small TV. There's a coffee table in front of the TV, but its under countless black and white photos, magazine clippings, and quite possibly some rotten food]
[He sits down on the couch taking a swig from the bottle. He places the bottle down on the table and runs his hands through his hair, pulling slightly in frustration]
Jack: Trapier's got no idea what we're dealing with here, this is something beyond our minimal control and I can't get it through, the bastard's head. He needs to understand that this guy, the man who laughs, can't be contained right now... not now, not at this time of year, and maybe not ever again.
[He takes a deep breath and looks down at the table seeing the bottle, he reaches for it. Obviously someone has a bit of a drinking problem]
Jack: But apparently he's not the only one with a habit of poor perception, all you have to do is turn on some of those promos the Immortal has run. As he continues to respond as though the funny guy has said a word... When, in fact, its myself and Marcus that have done the talking. A lack of focus me thinks and that will never help you in that squared circle or wherever this fight may take you.
[He kicks his shoes off as he attempts to relax, although we can tell he is still worked up about the Marcus situation]
Jack: As for you thinking, the funny man's retarded.
[He lets out a sarcastic laugh]
Jack: At least, he doesn't have to teach someone how to rule out of the way of a flying headbutt, Captain Obvious.
[He shakes his head in almost disgust and annoyance]
Jack: Nor does he run around saying he can't be killed because he's immortal, which is truly retarded. No matter what you tell yourself, my friend, you are just a man... A man who can be made to submit, to fall and be pinned, and yes even killed. I hardly believe he wants to kill you, although I could be mistaken given the recent developments in his condition... But nonethelss all he needs to do is have your shoulders to the floor for three seconds and immortal or not, thats exactly what the man is going to do.
[He rises to his feet and begins to walk backtowards the kitchen]
Jack: And I also fail to see how surviving means you will win, if you go into the match looking to survive... You're not looking to win, my friend. And right now you're bleeding and the shark smells the blood in the water. The shark with the big, wide smile just waiting to strike...
[He raises his beer and toasts]
Jack: Pleasant drowning.
[He takes that swig then walks over to where his answering machine is, right before you enter the kitchen on a small table. The message blinks a one, he pushes the play button]
Voice: Jack-o-Lantern, I'm going on a lil' trip after Monday to see the circus, if you look hard enough you may find me though. Either way I'll return in time for next week's round of fun and madness.
[Laughter. And more laughter until the tape runs out]
Jack: Uh oh.
{He stands there shaking his head for a minute as we cut away] |
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