Post by The Polar Phantasm on Nov 18, 2013 7:31:03 GMT -5
[Our story begins in what appears to be a brightly lit warehouse. Rows of tall metal cases with small windows in them line the halls, the cases divided into subsections as denoted by signs hanging from the ceiling. Though the room is full of light, there is nary a sound... for a few moments we gaze at the strange but serene scene uninterrupted. Then, with a low whistle, a man in a blue jacket and jeans walks into view holding a broom. He looks around at the metal cases and smiles...]
Janitor: Hello, friends. It's been a while.
[As the somewhat familiar-looking man begins pushing his broom down the aisle, he once again whistles... this time, he whistles a melody familiar to most any child of the 90's. After a few moments of sweeping and whistling, he begins singing softly to himself.]
Janitor: I see the world... feel the chill... which way to go, windowsill...
[He stops sweeping, instead crooning intently as if he were Ed Vedder himself]
Janitor: I see the words on a rocking horse of time... I see the birds in the rain...
[The man gestures grandly off into space as he steps beneath a sign reading 'Master Control']
Janitor: Oh, dear dad... can you see me now? I am...
[He smiles.]
Janitor: ...myself... like you, somehow...
[The man tosses his broom behind him without a second thought]
Janitor: I'll ride the wave where it takes me!
[Twisting a dial on a control panel, the man gazes madly around the room. The cases begin to slide open revealing... people?]
Janitor: I'll hold the pain...
[The camera pans down a row of cases... in the first case, a short-haired pale woman lies dormant. The case is marked 'Nicolette Kensey'.]
Janitor: Release me!
[In the next case we see a shaggy-haired man in a button-down shirt, also apparently unconscious... his case reads 'Jackson Masters'.]
Janitor: Release me...
[Beside them, in a case that appears somewhat 'lived-in', is a dark-haired man in a black trenchcoat... a man who looks almost identical to the janitor. His case, of course, reads 'Lucien Hicks'.]
Janitor: Release me...
[We hear the janitor's voice choking up a bit as we peer down another row of cases. A burly man with a red mohawk...a young black man with an afro... a pregnant woman with raven-colored hair and an ankh tattooed over her right eye... a white-haired man with a kind face. 'Andrew Warhawk'. 'Cornelius Casanova'. 'Nightmare'. 'The Polar Phantasm'.]
Janitor: Oh dear dad, can you see me now...
[We once again see the janitor, now operating a series of switches... he flips the first, then the second, then a third. We hear an electrical hum in the background, which grows louder as each switch flips.]
Janitor: I am myself, like you somehow... I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me!
[The cases begin to open. Inside of the cases, eyes begin opening...]
Janitor: I'll open up... release me!
[The janitor's shout causes the roomful of reanimated personalities to gaze in his direction suddenly, shaking them from their slumber en masse.]
Janitor: Release me!
[The janitor throws up his hands triumphantly as the crowd forms around him... we see the crowd swell with a surprising number of unfamiliar faces. With a gasp, the janitor ceases his song... he gazes upon his handiwork and sighs.]
Janitor: It's been way too quiet in here without you fuckers.
[The 'janitor' smiles a crazy smile... suddenly, we smash cut to a dark bedroom. The flickering light of a thrift store television lights the room enough to reveal a man laying on a mattress amongst a pile of flustered blankets. We hear him wake with a gasp, then a cough... then a series of coughs. He punctuates the coughing fit by sorting a cigarette out of a pack at the bedside and lighting it as if programmed to do so. The lighter illuminates the face of a beleaguered stand-up comedian. The comedian stands and stretches, coughing slightly around the cigarette clutched in his lips. He removes the cigarette and speaks to himself (?) in a smoky whispered tone.]
Bonhagen: I hear you again...
[His eyes roll back a bit in his head.]
Bonhagen: ...all of you... at the same time?
[The comedian gazes over at a netbook computer perched on a coffee table. He slowly approaches, sitting on the couch in a huff.]
Bonhagen: Where do I even start?
[His exasperation builds to a wave, then breaks before our eyes. He laughs madly.]
Bonhagen: ...of course. New Orleans.
[The comedian flips open a word processor, then cracks his knuckles loudly. As he begins typing, the camera pans to show the screen.]
My name is Lucien Hicks...
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"I find sometimes it's easy to be myself
Sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else" - Dave Matthews Band, So Much To Say
1: Release
[(c) Wrestling Championship Federation 2013. All rights reserved.]
Janitor: Hello, friends. It's been a while.
[As the somewhat familiar-looking man begins pushing his broom down the aisle, he once again whistles... this time, he whistles a melody familiar to most any child of the 90's. After a few moments of sweeping and whistling, he begins singing softly to himself.]
Janitor: I see the world... feel the chill... which way to go, windowsill...
[He stops sweeping, instead crooning intently as if he were Ed Vedder himself]
Janitor: I see the words on a rocking horse of time... I see the birds in the rain...
[The man gestures grandly off into space as he steps beneath a sign reading 'Master Control']
Janitor: Oh, dear dad... can you see me now? I am...
[He smiles.]
Janitor: ...myself... like you, somehow...
[The man tosses his broom behind him without a second thought]
Janitor: I'll ride the wave where it takes me!
[Twisting a dial on a control panel, the man gazes madly around the room. The cases begin to slide open revealing... people?]
Janitor: I'll hold the pain...
[The camera pans down a row of cases... in the first case, a short-haired pale woman lies dormant. The case is marked 'Nicolette Kensey'.]
Janitor: Release me!
[In the next case we see a shaggy-haired man in a button-down shirt, also apparently unconscious... his case reads 'Jackson Masters'.]
Janitor: Release me...
[Beside them, in a case that appears somewhat 'lived-in', is a dark-haired man in a black trenchcoat... a man who looks almost identical to the janitor. His case, of course, reads 'Lucien Hicks'.]
Janitor: Release me...
[We hear the janitor's voice choking up a bit as we peer down another row of cases. A burly man with a red mohawk...a young black man with an afro... a pregnant woman with raven-colored hair and an ankh tattooed over her right eye... a white-haired man with a kind face. 'Andrew Warhawk'. 'Cornelius Casanova'. 'Nightmare'. 'The Polar Phantasm'.]
Janitor: Oh dear dad, can you see me now...
[We once again see the janitor, now operating a series of switches... he flips the first, then the second, then a third. We hear an electrical hum in the background, which grows louder as each switch flips.]
Janitor: I am myself, like you somehow... I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me!
[The cases begin to open. Inside of the cases, eyes begin opening...]
Janitor: I'll open up... release me!
[The janitor's shout causes the roomful of reanimated personalities to gaze in his direction suddenly, shaking them from their slumber en masse.]
Janitor: Release me!
[The janitor throws up his hands triumphantly as the crowd forms around him... we see the crowd swell with a surprising number of unfamiliar faces. With a gasp, the janitor ceases his song... he gazes upon his handiwork and sighs.]
Janitor: It's been way too quiet in here without you fuckers.
[The 'janitor' smiles a crazy smile... suddenly, we smash cut to a dark bedroom. The flickering light of a thrift store television lights the room enough to reveal a man laying on a mattress amongst a pile of flustered blankets. We hear him wake with a gasp, then a cough... then a series of coughs. He punctuates the coughing fit by sorting a cigarette out of a pack at the bedside and lighting it as if programmed to do so. The lighter illuminates the face of a beleaguered stand-up comedian. The comedian stands and stretches, coughing slightly around the cigarette clutched in his lips. He removes the cigarette and speaks to himself (?) in a smoky whispered tone.]
Bonhagen: I hear you again...
[His eyes roll back a bit in his head.]
Bonhagen: ...all of you... at the same time?
[The comedian gazes over at a netbook computer perched on a coffee table. He slowly approaches, sitting on the couch in a huff.]
Bonhagen: Where do I even start?
[His exasperation builds to a wave, then breaks before our eyes. He laughs madly.]
Bonhagen: ...of course. New Orleans.
[The comedian flips open a word processor, then cracks his knuckles loudly. As he begins typing, the camera pans to show the screen.]
My name is Lucien Hicks...
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"I find sometimes it's easy to be myself
Sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else" - Dave Matthews Band, So Much To Say
1: Release
[(c) Wrestling Championship Federation 2013. All rights reserved.]
