Post by theminstrel on Jan 6, 2006 15:48:27 GMT -5
[We open up to the sounds of a woman's sobs, they are heavy and some-what rapid. A loss of hope, a realization that reality simply holds more power then we could ever imagine. That the power of fate and misfortune are simply beyond simple human control. The picture comes in on a familIar face; however the face of the man has changed quite a bit from his eyes becoming deep holes of endless madness, consumed with a severe lack of understanding. The beard and hair have been shaved off and he lies with his right cheek against a white padding. As we pan out, we see that we are in no normal location rather a mental institution and Doctor Hordem is the one wrapped up in a straight jacket]
Hordem: This isn't funny, this isn't a joke, this isn't funny...
[We pan back out to the outside of the room and find ourselves losing the audible of the mad man's rambling. The woman's sobbing only becomes increasingly audible as does the sound of the doors locking. The woman has long straight blonde hair and is just hitting middle age, we can tell from her appearance. Her skin is slightly wrinkled, her body has lost some its pizzaz. She looks for a moment, her eyes lost in the same madness as the man that she loves, the man that is gone. With one last heavy sigh, she wipes her tears and slowly exits to the right]
[The orderly turns and much to our surprise, we find that this man is none other then Jack dressed all in white, his hair concealed in a protective hat. His yellow teeth are extra sickening giving what we have seen and all we can assume that we haven't... This game these men are playing is a dangerous one]
Jack: Well, I guess the doctor is in.
[He cackles as he walks away with the keys to another man's life, which he swings mockingly as he whistles]
[Cut away]
[The sounds of a carnival invade our ears. These sounds are normally welcome to enter our universe; the sounds of laughter, music, and hell even sometimes young love can be found amongst the games and rides. Yet for obvious reasons, we're not exactly welcoming the music after what we have just seen]
[There are several tents set up all over; however we focus on one in particular, one where you have to manage to get a disc around a constantly moving swirl, this one game in particular is one that takes extreme concentration as it is exceedingly difficult. Two people are currently participating in this game. One a father of a small child and the other a younger man, trying to win it for his date]
Minstrel(off-screen): Oh, who doesn't love these things? Balloons, rides, games, freakshows... They've got it all!
[The young man fails and reaches into his pocket to drop another batch of money on a toy, that would be worth the same in any retail store]
Minstrel: I suppose we cannot put a price on victory, on self-respect, on pride. No, amount of title belts in the world, will bring us that, but is it truly possible to learn from the past when you face a superior opponent? Especially one that looks so good in hold.
Minstrel: I suppose an argument could be made for enlisting the help of others in your fight? But then how are you doing anything for yourself? I mean after all, it is self-respect; is it not?
[The two nod at each other and both lay down some more money in an attempt to win a battle that, they simply cannot win, but are foolish enough to believe within themselves that they can somehow will each other to victory]
Minstrel: I mean but like Burger King, Ravager... You can have it your way.
Minstrel: Not only will I be the better man in-ring, but I'll have better men at ringside. And that laughter you've grown to love so much.
[He chuckles as the gloved hand finishes, much to the shagrin of the young man, who is now reaching into his pocket again. The father is unable to see as he is left to drag his child out kicking and screaming]
Minstrel: Will leave you obsessed with your own failures or being dragged out kicking and screaming.
[Another giggle is heard]
Minstrel: Like some sorry, dribbling child.
[Cut away]
[We fade in on a rather expensive looking leather chair, which has its back to us. We pan around the room to confirm that we are indeed in the offices of Marcus Trapier. He turns towards and appears deeply in thought]
-Do I make this call without discussing it with my business associates? Do I take this leap? Can the guy be trusted?-
[He smirks slightly]
-Well, no more then you can, I suppose-
[He twiddles his fingers in thought as he finally reaches to pick up his phone, he punches in several numbers]
-No going back now-
[RING.... RING....]
-Pick up, you bastard-
Voice: Hello?
[Marcus smirks as he realizes, he has gotten through to the man himself]
Trapier: Is this Chris Casino?
Chris: Yes, this is the man with the dollar sign. Who the hell is this?
[Marcus smirks in appreciation of the man's cockiness]
Trapier: Marcus Trapier.
[There is a silence]
Chris: Ah yes, Marcus Trapier... You hang around with that maniac...
[Marcus interject]
Trapier: Well, actually it's the Mintrel, but whatever. This only partly concerns him... I called to talk business mainly.
Chris: What kind of business?
[Trapier leans back in his seat with a smile running across his face]
Trapier: Dollar signs, my friend. Dollar signs.
[Cut away]
- denotes spoken thought, not said by character, but heard by audience
Chris Casino used with permission
Hordem: This isn't funny, this isn't a joke, this isn't funny...
[We pan back out to the outside of the room and find ourselves losing the audible of the mad man's rambling. The woman's sobbing only becomes increasingly audible as does the sound of the doors locking. The woman has long straight blonde hair and is just hitting middle age, we can tell from her appearance. Her skin is slightly wrinkled, her body has lost some its pizzaz. She looks for a moment, her eyes lost in the same madness as the man that she loves, the man that is gone. With one last heavy sigh, she wipes her tears and slowly exits to the right]
[The orderly turns and much to our surprise, we find that this man is none other then Jack dressed all in white, his hair concealed in a protective hat. His yellow teeth are extra sickening giving what we have seen and all we can assume that we haven't... This game these men are playing is a dangerous one]
Jack: Well, I guess the doctor is in.
[He cackles as he walks away with the keys to another man's life, which he swings mockingly as he whistles]
[Cut away]
[The sounds of a carnival invade our ears. These sounds are normally welcome to enter our universe; the sounds of laughter, music, and hell even sometimes young love can be found amongst the games and rides. Yet for obvious reasons, we're not exactly welcoming the music after what we have just seen]
[There are several tents set up all over; however we focus on one in particular, one where you have to manage to get a disc around a constantly moving swirl, this one game in particular is one that takes extreme concentration as it is exceedingly difficult. Two people are currently participating in this game. One a father of a small child and the other a younger man, trying to win it for his date]
Minstrel(off-screen): Oh, who doesn't love these things? Balloons, rides, games, freakshows... They've got it all!
[The young man fails and reaches into his pocket to drop another batch of money on a toy, that would be worth the same in any retail store]
Minstrel: I suppose we cannot put a price on victory, on self-respect, on pride. No, amount of title belts in the world, will bring us that, but is it truly possible to learn from the past when you face a superior opponent? Especially one that looks so good in hold.
Minstrel: I suppose an argument could be made for enlisting the help of others in your fight? But then how are you doing anything for yourself? I mean after all, it is self-respect; is it not?
[The two nod at each other and both lay down some more money in an attempt to win a battle that, they simply cannot win, but are foolish enough to believe within themselves that they can somehow will each other to victory]
Minstrel: I mean but like Burger King, Ravager... You can have it your way.
Minstrel: Not only will I be the better man in-ring, but I'll have better men at ringside. And that laughter you've grown to love so much.
[He chuckles as the gloved hand finishes, much to the shagrin of the young man, who is now reaching into his pocket again. The father is unable to see as he is left to drag his child out kicking and screaming]
Minstrel: Will leave you obsessed with your own failures or being dragged out kicking and screaming.
[Another giggle is heard]
Minstrel: Like some sorry, dribbling child.
[Cut away]
[We fade in on a rather expensive looking leather chair, which has its back to us. We pan around the room to confirm that we are indeed in the offices of Marcus Trapier. He turns towards and appears deeply in thought]
-Do I make this call without discussing it with my business associates? Do I take this leap? Can the guy be trusted?-
[He smirks slightly]
-Well, no more then you can, I suppose-
[He twiddles his fingers in thought as he finally reaches to pick up his phone, he punches in several numbers]
-No going back now-
[RING.... RING....]
-Pick up, you bastard-
Voice: Hello?
[Marcus smirks as he realizes, he has gotten through to the man himself]
Trapier: Is this Chris Casino?
Chris: Yes, this is the man with the dollar sign. Who the hell is this?
[Marcus smirks in appreciation of the man's cockiness]
Trapier: Marcus Trapier.
[There is a silence]
Chris: Ah yes, Marcus Trapier... You hang around with that maniac...
[Marcus interject]
Trapier: Well, actually it's the Mintrel, but whatever. This only partly concerns him... I called to talk business mainly.
Chris: What kind of business?
[Trapier leans back in his seat with a smile running across his face]
Trapier: Dollar signs, my friend. Dollar signs.
[Cut away]
- denotes spoken thought, not said by character, but heard by audience
Chris Casino used with permission