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Post by theminstrel on Jan 8, 2006 21:35:54 GMT -5
[Fade inside that same stuffy office that we opened up in the last time. The air is hazy from the smell of cigarette and cigar smoke that seems to be the only thing thats providing an outline to the objects in the room. An pair of crowded filing cabinets right by the door, which has a glass piece with some unreadable information on the front of it. The blinds to the side of the desk are shut, cutting off all sunlight. There are many different folders and bottles on the desk]
Private Eye: Who the hell is this guy in the suit?
[He flips the picture down to reveal a man, who's face is turned, and another in which his face is altered by facial make-up and other tools. The man rubs the brim of his cap]
Private Eye: And what the hell was this middle-aged doctor doing, hanging around with Marcus Trapier?
[He takes a puff from his cigar and blows a few O's with it. Then turns back towards the picture]
Private Eye: Wait a second.
[He notices something and the camera zooms in on it, in the picture with the make up, you can make out an orderly in the background. The man is obviously Jack to us, but the man cannnot tell notice this right away, so he flips through an assortment of pictures until he finds one of Jack. He holds it up with a grin]
Private Eye: Maybe, this guy holds the key.
[He reaches for the phone and almost systematically dials a series of numbers]
Private Eye: St. Richard's, yes I'm Detective Dasse. Yes, I called earlier today... Yes, is Raymond available again? Ok thanks so much.
[He waits staring at the picture]
Private Eye: I think I've got something here, you vicious son of a bitch.
[He chuckles a bit]
Private Eye: No Ray, not you. Just thinking outloud. Listen, I need one more favor. Yeah I know, you'll get yours don't worry about it.
[He rolls his eyes]
Private Eye: Sure Ray, you know I'm good for it. I need you to find out about this guy named Jack that works there...
[He smiles as though he's really caught something here]
Private Eye: Yeah the guy with the bad teeth, he was in the day Dr. Hordem was in...
[He nods, listening to the response]
Private Eye: Alright, call me back once you've got something. Bye.
[He pumps his fist and immediately reaches into his drawer, pulling out a shotglass. He reaches for the bottle of Johnnie Walker on the table and pours himself a glass. He screws the cap back on the bottle and picks up the glass]
Private Eye: To victory.
[He raises his glass as we cut away]
[Fade in as a man in a pink suit walks down the steps of the Trapier mansion, the rain pouring down. His face blurred by the camera and his hair hidden by a matching hat. He walks slowly down the many steps despite the pouring rain. The torrential downpour, a symbol of a complete release of emotion, is something that this man seems to be able to completely ignore. The world is this man's stage and he refuses to compromise his roll as a prankster, as a harbringer of exploding telegrams. The minstrel.]
[He lifts his head up to the sky and raises his arms as though he dares the sky to open anymore and wash him away, even though right now he is an immovable object. He lets out a loud cackle as he mocks the gods of the skies and rains, perhaps if there is anything even close to immortality, its those that are dead and walk among the living, wearing a grin they could only dream of wearing]
[For the first time we see the shine of the Provincial title belt, shedding the water, just as its holder. The belt in some ways seems to fit the man in this moment. A chance to be a champion is valued because it provides a chance to stand above many]
[He continues on his journey and we meet him at the steps]
Minstrel: OH WHAT A DAY!
[He screams this with such enthusiasm, we can only assume sarcasm, but there again this man seems to be happy and excited about just everything]
MInstrel: I feel like a giant, like a god on days like today!
[He cackles]
Minstrel: Why you ask?
[He begins his descent down the driveway]
Minstrel: Well, my friends, you see when you've got a grin in your heart and a joke in your ear, the world's in your hand.
[He pops out a mini-globe]
Minstrel: And if you can't figure that out my imbeciles, allow me to make it simple...
[He squeezes the mini-globe in his hand and it pops. He tosses it to the side as he cracks up. He takes a moment to regain some resemblence of composure]
Minstrel: My dear friend, Ravager, that is what I like to call a metaphor. It's one for many things; however, for life, for the NAPW, for secrets...
[He lifts his finger up, we assume to make a quiet sign]
Minstrel: And for you, as well. See come Monday, I can take your whole world, your pride and just crush it. Take the match that you requested because you felt it gave you the best chance to win and still defeat you.
[Even though we can't see it, we can sense it behind the blur of the camera]
Minstrel: As my dear friend, Marky Mark told you. This is what I live for, taking the most important thing I can in someone's life... And crush it and laugh as the dust floats off in the air.
[This is said so deathly serious, it's almost frightening]
Minstrel: Now Ravager train all you want and beat up all the people you want... Because I've ALWAYS got something up my sleeve and come Monday, all your efforts won't mean...
[He reaches into his left sleeve with right hand. He slides out four cards, all of them Jacks]
Minstrel: JACK.
[Cut away]
[Fade in on the inside of Mr. Trapier's mansion, it appears to be a living room area as there is a large brown leather couch and two recliners surrounding a coffee table. A fire rages in the fire place just in front of them. In the chair to the left sits Jack. He appears fairly anxious as he sits. He wears a grey sweatshirt and pants. Trapier sits opposite him just looking into the fire. His robe is purple and he sits there smoking a pipe... If you look closely it used to be Dr. Hordem's pipe]
[Trapier takes a puff from his pipe]
Trapier: Well, what's the deal, Jack?
[Jack looks up, still seemingly anxious and confused]
Jack: What do you mean, Trapier?
[Trapier turns away from the fire with a grin on his face]
Trapier: Well, apparently you have some doubts or concerns that you would like to voice.
[Jack gulps nervously and leans in a bit more]
Jack: Well, they're not really doubts. I just don't understand why I wasn't told about the operation.
[Trapier chuckles and shakes his head as he turns back towards the fire]
Jack: What? WHAT IS SO (BLEEP)ING FUNNY?!
[Trapier remaing calm]
Trapier: Don't talk to me that way, boy.
[Jack's face is red with frustration and anger, that's apparently been pent up]
Jack: DON"T CALL ME BOY!
[Marcus now turns ashes his pipe out slowly placing it on the floor. He rises slowly and stretches as he stands, he approaches Jack and puts a hand on his shoulder]
Trapier: You know Jack...
[Sucker punch to the stomach and Jack goes down to the floor as Marcus shakes his fist off then steps on Jack's chest, leaning over]
Trapier: NOW LISTEN UP! I'VE ALWAYS CARRIED US THROUGH! AND YOU WILL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW!
[He puts slightly more pressure on his foot causing Jack to let out a grunt of pain]
Trapier: Understood?
[Jack nods.]
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