Post by Caliban on Feb 23, 2014 11:22:30 GMT -5
Date:21/02/2014
Location: Undisclosed
We open on Jordan Caliban sitting at a table, there is an unknown man sitting across from him, it looks like a police interrogation room but with the lack of lighting nobody can really tell
Man: I'm not going to ask you again, what are you planning?
Jordan Caliban: I'm sorry what? I'm not planning anything, you guys picked me up on drug possession for fuck sake, it was only an 8th
Man: Oh yes don't worry we have that all wrapped up nice and tight, your fine will be in the males but thats not what I am talking about, what is project Sequitus
Caliban's jaw drops, his eyes widen and his face gives off a very distinct state of what the fuck?
Jordan Caliban: What? ha ha you have to be fucking with me, seriously?
Man: You are on tape watch your language, show some damn respect
This only garners a bigger laugh from Caliban
Jordan Caliban: I'm sorry I just really can't believe I'm being interrogated about this by a cop, one who obviously isn't a wrestling fan
Man: Look kid in your bag we found this
The man pulls out a brown folder with a Sequitus symbol printed on the front
Man: This is all very intricate, a lot of information on a lot of people, accomplices from all over the place, but these are the thing I want to talk about
He opens the folder and pulls out a bunch of photographs, the first one he tosses is a group photo of Caliban, Ciserano and Cormack with the title brothers in arms written on the back
Jordan Caliban: You really don't know who I am? The kid who's chocolate milk lips left a stain on your tie after his goodbye hug this morning isn't a wrestling fan? I know it's a boy because you brought in the latest copy of New X-Men mixed in with your papers and you really don't look like a marvel fan to me.
Man: Ill give you credit I have an 9 year old son but I don't watch wrestling at all and neither does he, we try to discourage violence in our home
Jordan Caliban: DUDE YOUR A COP!
The man places his hands on top of the photo of Caliban and his friends and slides it across the table, seeing the look of "Im not buying it Caliban decides to have a little fun with the guy, he puts on his best, most sincerity dripping face and pretends to drop an act
Jordan Caliban: Project Sequitus is the codename given to a special ops mission handed down by the high council of dead rabbits, the men in that photograph are my brothers in arms, they are my soldiers and we are warriors fighting on the side of the next step of human evolution. The other photos you are holding are a mix of operatives working in the world under various codenames and the ones you are most likely holding me over, there are 3 each one has 2 persons of interest in them and the word target or victim adorns each one in red pen. The last photograph is of another cell named Pantheon who run opposed to me and my kind. They hold the world down so it can still be stunted by people like you and yours.
Man: And what was the objective of this "mission?" What does it have to do with these people? Lets start with these 2, a biker and an African American male, neither of them look particularly threatening to me
He slides the picture of the wild gangsters sitting out by the sea somewhere in California it looks like, straddling their bikes and eating ice cream, Caliban can't help but smile
Jordan Caliban: You don't think these men are dangerous? The dude with the long hair almost paralyzed me less than a fortnight ago, the black dude has a penchant for the old AK-47, look man you may not know who I am or really understand just what in the fuck is really going on here but do not discount those victims. They are dangerous people, if they weren't their faces wouldn't be in that folder. Mr White is named Zack Wild, this guy has some mental issues but he spent 2 days in hospital trying to end my life, or at least remove my ability to ever stand again. The other guy only goes by the street name The Original Gangster, weapons dealer I believe, Zack is just his muscle but he really would like to be one of us, these 2 aren't something worry about, very small time acting like they have presence in the world. As a tandem I wouldn't say they were anything more than average, they have some weapons in their arsenal but they never had the right kind of training in how to use them
Man: Ok so what about these 2 young men, they look like run of the mill sports guys, maybe track or something, what do you want with them
The second picture gets slid across the table at him, it shows the kingdom walking out of a gym loaded down with gear and getting into some nice car
Jordan Caliban: These guys are the new kids on the block, a new group hailing out of absolutely nowhere, our intel on them is sketchy at best but they are included in the party we are looking to make an appearance at, unless you decide to hold me for something in a state with very very thin mary jane laws. I don't even know their separate names ok, these guys from what I ascertain are assassins, highly trained and highly dangerous but not exactly experienced. Surveillance is on going but really I can't tell you anything other than the fact that they will no longer be a problem sooner rather than later. These 2 are the pretty boys with muscles who think they enjoy combat, they will learn soon enough what it is really like to be in a war, to have an arm ripped out of it's socket by someones barehands
The man stares at Caliban with a look of apprehension, this kid isn't small and he isn't cuffed and this sounds like something above his pay grade but he had him here and who knows maybe this will up that paygrade just enough for that second car
Man: OK so what about these 2? They seem to be a little bit older than the group of thugs that you seem to be targeting, they look like a regular happy couple
Jordan Caliban: Haha, lemme tell you something about the 2 in the picture you hold, the happy couple drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes in the snow, the female goes by the name Denise D'evil but anyone who really knows her knows her as the death bringer, pretty terrifying name and it fits the woman. You will never meet a more intimidating presence in a corset, her partner in life and fun goes by the name Night Rider I don't have a christian name but this guy looks like a big angry teddy bear who missed a couple of hugs but I have fought this man a lot in the last year of my life and honestly he has nearly left me laying more than once. When these 2 inevitably tie the knot a lot of people will feel a lot of things they never have before but before they get to their wedding these 2 will be as professional as you can be, you want a human destruction machine you hold their faces in you hands. Nightrider is well aware of what he is in for when he sees me though, he may not fear much but he knows he will lose if he faces me just like any other time when I managed to escape with my life
Man: But? BUT!? Why aren't we watching these people if they are so dangerous?
Jordan thinks at this point about dropping the joke but decides to keep going a little bit longer, this dude irritated him, he was obviously just looking for a score bigger than his job allowed him
Jordan Caliban: Listen to me worm, you may not have heard of us but there are hundreds of thousands of people who watch and update themselves on the status of the people in these photographs, they obsess over which one of us will live or die in battle. Just because your eyes are closed to the real world and whats going on in the right circles doesn't make it an imaginary thing that isn't really happening, this isn't TV you know. Why don't you ask your first question again, that was a good one
Man: What is Project Sequitus?
Jordan Caliban: The mission I am currently preparing for is a clusterfuck between the teams in that folder and one of the people in that photo with me
Man: The big guy?
Jordan Caliban literally balls up one of the photos and tosses it at the policeman lighting a smoke
Jordan: No the smaller one, his name is Jordan Ciserano, he is my trump card, about as unknown as the kingdom are I picked him up working for another crew working random jobs that were below him, so I brought him into something bigger. The current mission you are questioning me over has a definitive goal that will put us above the "people" in those photos, it puts the next step above what you and your boring kind of a generation want to keep us as, I mean look at this shit, you have absolutely no idea what I am talking about do you? Ok do me a favour and call that son of yours, ask him if he or any of his friends has ever heard of Jordan Caliban, I'm on TV
Caliban smiles as the Cops jaw now drops and he quietly gets up and leaves the room, the shot switches to outside the police station 20 minutes later, Caliban walks down the steps and to his car parked across the street, he gets in and looks back at the building, the cop is standing outside lighting a smoke, Caliban laughs to himself
Jordan Caliban: Dumbass
End
Location: Undisclosed
We open on Jordan Caliban sitting at a table, there is an unknown man sitting across from him, it looks like a police interrogation room but with the lack of lighting nobody can really tell
Man: I'm not going to ask you again, what are you planning?
Jordan Caliban: I'm sorry what? I'm not planning anything, you guys picked me up on drug possession for fuck sake, it was only an 8th
Man: Oh yes don't worry we have that all wrapped up nice and tight, your fine will be in the males but thats not what I am talking about, what is project Sequitus
Caliban's jaw drops, his eyes widen and his face gives off a very distinct state of what the fuck?
Jordan Caliban: What? ha ha you have to be fucking with me, seriously?
Man: You are on tape watch your language, show some damn respect
This only garners a bigger laugh from Caliban
Jordan Caliban: I'm sorry I just really can't believe I'm being interrogated about this by a cop, one who obviously isn't a wrestling fan
Man: Look kid in your bag we found this
The man pulls out a brown folder with a Sequitus symbol printed on the front
Man: This is all very intricate, a lot of information on a lot of people, accomplices from all over the place, but these are the thing I want to talk about
He opens the folder and pulls out a bunch of photographs, the first one he tosses is a group photo of Caliban, Ciserano and Cormack with the title brothers in arms written on the back
Jordan Caliban: You really don't know who I am? The kid who's chocolate milk lips left a stain on your tie after his goodbye hug this morning isn't a wrestling fan? I know it's a boy because you brought in the latest copy of New X-Men mixed in with your papers and you really don't look like a marvel fan to me.
Man: Ill give you credit I have an 9 year old son but I don't watch wrestling at all and neither does he, we try to discourage violence in our home
Jordan Caliban: DUDE YOUR A COP!
The man places his hands on top of the photo of Caliban and his friends and slides it across the table, seeing the look of "Im not buying it Caliban decides to have a little fun with the guy, he puts on his best, most sincerity dripping face and pretends to drop an act
Jordan Caliban: Project Sequitus is the codename given to a special ops mission handed down by the high council of dead rabbits, the men in that photograph are my brothers in arms, they are my soldiers and we are warriors fighting on the side of the next step of human evolution. The other photos you are holding are a mix of operatives working in the world under various codenames and the ones you are most likely holding me over, there are 3 each one has 2 persons of interest in them and the word target or victim adorns each one in red pen. The last photograph is of another cell named Pantheon who run opposed to me and my kind. They hold the world down so it can still be stunted by people like you and yours.
Man: And what was the objective of this "mission?" What does it have to do with these people? Lets start with these 2, a biker and an African American male, neither of them look particularly threatening to me
He slides the picture of the wild gangsters sitting out by the sea somewhere in California it looks like, straddling their bikes and eating ice cream, Caliban can't help but smile
Jordan Caliban: You don't think these men are dangerous? The dude with the long hair almost paralyzed me less than a fortnight ago, the black dude has a penchant for the old AK-47, look man you may not know who I am or really understand just what in the fuck is really going on here but do not discount those victims. They are dangerous people, if they weren't their faces wouldn't be in that folder. Mr White is named Zack Wild, this guy has some mental issues but he spent 2 days in hospital trying to end my life, or at least remove my ability to ever stand again. The other guy only goes by the street name The Original Gangster, weapons dealer I believe, Zack is just his muscle but he really would like to be one of us, these 2 aren't something worry about, very small time acting like they have presence in the world. As a tandem I wouldn't say they were anything more than average, they have some weapons in their arsenal but they never had the right kind of training in how to use them
Man: Ok so what about these 2 young men, they look like run of the mill sports guys, maybe track or something, what do you want with them
The second picture gets slid across the table at him, it shows the kingdom walking out of a gym loaded down with gear and getting into some nice car
Jordan Caliban: These guys are the new kids on the block, a new group hailing out of absolutely nowhere, our intel on them is sketchy at best but they are included in the party we are looking to make an appearance at, unless you decide to hold me for something in a state with very very thin mary jane laws. I don't even know their separate names ok, these guys from what I ascertain are assassins, highly trained and highly dangerous but not exactly experienced. Surveillance is on going but really I can't tell you anything other than the fact that they will no longer be a problem sooner rather than later. These 2 are the pretty boys with muscles who think they enjoy combat, they will learn soon enough what it is really like to be in a war, to have an arm ripped out of it's socket by someones barehands
The man stares at Caliban with a look of apprehension, this kid isn't small and he isn't cuffed and this sounds like something above his pay grade but he had him here and who knows maybe this will up that paygrade just enough for that second car
Man: OK so what about these 2? They seem to be a little bit older than the group of thugs that you seem to be targeting, they look like a regular happy couple
Jordan Caliban: Haha, lemme tell you something about the 2 in the picture you hold, the happy couple drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes in the snow, the female goes by the name Denise D'evil but anyone who really knows her knows her as the death bringer, pretty terrifying name and it fits the woman. You will never meet a more intimidating presence in a corset, her partner in life and fun goes by the name Night Rider I don't have a christian name but this guy looks like a big angry teddy bear who missed a couple of hugs but I have fought this man a lot in the last year of my life and honestly he has nearly left me laying more than once. When these 2 inevitably tie the knot a lot of people will feel a lot of things they never have before but before they get to their wedding these 2 will be as professional as you can be, you want a human destruction machine you hold their faces in you hands. Nightrider is well aware of what he is in for when he sees me though, he may not fear much but he knows he will lose if he faces me just like any other time when I managed to escape with my life
Man: But? BUT!? Why aren't we watching these people if they are so dangerous?
Jordan thinks at this point about dropping the joke but decides to keep going a little bit longer, this dude irritated him, he was obviously just looking for a score bigger than his job allowed him
Jordan Caliban: Listen to me worm, you may not have heard of us but there are hundreds of thousands of people who watch and update themselves on the status of the people in these photographs, they obsess over which one of us will live or die in battle. Just because your eyes are closed to the real world and whats going on in the right circles doesn't make it an imaginary thing that isn't really happening, this isn't TV you know. Why don't you ask your first question again, that was a good one
Man: What is Project Sequitus?
Jordan Caliban: The mission I am currently preparing for is a clusterfuck between the teams in that folder and one of the people in that photo with me
Man: The big guy?
Jordan Caliban literally balls up one of the photos and tosses it at the policeman lighting a smoke
Jordan: No the smaller one, his name is Jordan Ciserano, he is my trump card, about as unknown as the kingdom are I picked him up working for another crew working random jobs that were below him, so I brought him into something bigger. The current mission you are questioning me over has a definitive goal that will put us above the "people" in those photos, it puts the next step above what you and your boring kind of a generation want to keep us as, I mean look at this shit, you have absolutely no idea what I am talking about do you? Ok do me a favour and call that son of yours, ask him if he or any of his friends has ever heard of Jordan Caliban, I'm on TV
Caliban smiles as the Cops jaw now drops and he quietly gets up and leaves the room, the shot switches to outside the police station 20 minutes later, Caliban walks down the steps and to his car parked across the street, he gets in and looks back at the building, the cop is standing outside lighting a smoke, Caliban laughs to himself
Jordan Caliban: Dumbass
End
