Post by Dake Ken on Oct 28, 2006 1:06:36 GMT -5
*The shot opens up inside the lobby of a Holiday Inn Hotel. In the hotel lobby is Dake Ken. He has a few bags. Two bags on his shoulder and a larger rolling bag. He is at the service desk. The lobby of the hotel is a decent size. The hotel is pretty large for a normal Holiday Inn. It must be in the epicenter of some large city. The lobby has many many couches in it, and a few TVs around. There is an area set up for the morning breakfast. The floors are pretty nice. "Marble" or something along those lines. There is a type of golden theme going on. A lot of golden colors with some browns here and there to give it a type of royal feel possibly. Even though it is only a Holiday Inn. Dake continues to talk with the clerk at the desk. They seem to just be having a nice conversation. Dake is slightly tired looking. Just finishing up a house show and driving to his new location. Even though he has arrived here to sleep at it is around 11:30 at night. He will be up until much later on. Because before bed time he will have to deal with some financial issues along with other personal issues. Make phone calls. Check all his e-mail. The shower, possibly check his e-mail a couple or more times, go over the day and makes notes of his match, then, and only then, will he be able to acutally go to bed. Usually this will have him getting to sleep around 2 - 2:30 in the morning. Around five hours of sleep until he must get up and get ready again.
The guy behind the service desk is a young kid. Around 20 or so. Possibly just working an overnight shift to get some more money. It always works. He is wearing his uniform. The black slacks and the black vest over a white dress shirt. The shoes, the belt, the works. He has a hat on, and a name tag as well. It reads "Steven." He is pretty tall. Around six foot three. However he is very skinny. Behind him lays there are TVs showing pictures of the abandoned lobby. A large clock also sits on the back wall displaying the time. There are policies hanging on the wall, and information on what to do if there is an emergency of any and every kind. There are papers laying on the counter behind him, along with a McDonald's sack. His dinner. There is a wall of little plastic badges in wooden holder. Obviously the place used to use keys, however, when they switched over, they just left the key holder there and replaced the metal keys, with some new nice, plastic keys. There is a number for each room under the cubby of the key. There are 7 rows a 65 columns. Meaning that, basically, there are seven floors, each with around sixty five rooms on each floor. Something like that. There is a pool as well. It, however, is closed at the moment. Not because of the time, but because of some renovations.*
(Dake loves this part of his job. Just being able to meet some people that do different things. Who aren't always so high strung as himself. Always worrying about the next match, never stopping to actually enjoy the wonderful world that we all live in. Dake is constantly thinking. It almost is a flaw. However, it is the way that he has been so successful since he started this profession. Always thinking about what moves to make. Having a plan B, and a plan C. However, backing those plans up too. Trying to predict what will happen before it happens, and the assurance in knowing that 90 percent of the time, you're going to be right. It is what makes Dake so effective and what makes him ... him. Those odd little characteristics that no one else really takes the time to copy. It has become part of him. Along with never stopping to find out how to make a move more effective. To add just a little bit more impact here. To cause a little bit more damage there. To possibly wear down your opponent quicker and more efficient, even if it only means switching a hand position on a move to make the impact target a certain area just a bit more. Like a back breaker. Dake never stops after they just land on his leg. He always makes sure to apply more pressure after the impact, to wear down their back even more than the impact against his knee.)
*Dake and the young guy behind the service desk continue to chat.*
Dake: So how long have you been working here, and why?
Steve: Oh, I dunno. Maybe like ... a year or two. I just do it for some money. It's not like I'm going to or would want to put my life into this. I like what I do, but it's just a day job you know. I want to find something that I can truly master. You know ... challenge myself a bit.
Dake: That's good, really good. Not many people actually go looking for a challenge now days.
Steve: Yeah I know. I honestly believe that if I go out and I really try and put forth some effort. Someone will notice and it will pay off for me.
Dake: Well, I really can't do much to make it pay off for you, however, I am noticing right now, and I think you are on the right track. Because it's not hard to envision. It's not hard to dream or imagine what you want to do, but to actually do it, and I honestly think you are now. I mean, sure I've only just now run into you, but I think that you have what it takes to make it in life kid.
Steve: Thanks man.
Dake: Hey it's no problem. I'm just calling it like I see it. I see a fire in your eyes. I look into a lot of people's eyes every day, and I see that there isn't much fire there. I see that most of the people I work with have no dirve. They are just there another day. Another day to be there, and to do what they have been doing. I don't see any real desire in them any more. It pisses me off too.
Steve: It would me too man. Let me tell you. There is nothing that drives me crazier than someone losing that flame. That passion. In everything you do too. You don't have to like it, but here you are you know. I don't really honestly love this job, but here I am, and I'm not going to complain. I'm going to do it to the best of my abilities you know?
Dake: Yes, that is what I love to hear. Because, in all honesty, putting forth effort is not hard. What is hard is keeping it going. That is what kind of clued me in with you. You're a young guy. I'm sure this is like, your first or second job, but you've stuck with it. That shows some character, you are not just hopping around from place to place to find someone that will really just work with you. You are taking what you have and making the most of it. I like that.
Steve: I try man. It's not that hard to do either. To show up everyday and actually work. To actually give it something. To actually have my actions speak rather than my words. To do more than just talk. To do a good job. To prove I'm the man.
Dake: God man, you really ... you have it. I'm telling this to you. I've seen a lot of people come along in life and fail, because they were lazy or didn't have the desire to effort to do things the right way. I mean not just half ass it. You work, and it's great. I can't tell you how many people I've seen just do nothing.
Steve: What pisses me off the most is when someone gets away with it though. They do nothing with their life, yet they make it a long way. They are able to reach a high point ... but they have done nothing to achieve it. There is a guy here that is not very good at all. Our manager. His name is David, but we just call him Lurch. He just walks around in his suit and ... well he's horrible. He can't schedule and he seems to not really care about his employees. I can't stand it.
Dake: Hey, I know what it's like to have a shitty boss. However, I hate it when there are people that get more credit than you do because of ... well no reason at all. There's this guy, Logan. Probably one of the worst guys I work with. I mean ... I've worked with guys that have had more talent, and will never have their name even mentioned ... ever ... but they are so much better than him. It's all thanks to the fact he's pretty decent friends with my boss, and the fact that he got the ultimate support by everyone when the place I'm working at now opened up. It's like, because he was the first ... he's the best. Who knows, he could have been good in his day or whatever, but now is now, and he doesn't do much now ... that's for sure. Yet ... he's still like a god or something.
Steve: Or when people think they are much better than they actually are. They sit on this high podium, when they are just on the same level as everyone else. We have this guy, Blake. He's a total clown. He acts like an ass the whole time. He has this type of stuck up snobby attitude and then just is also a straight up jerk. He can be loud, and not always funny. Yet he thinks he is on such a different level than anyone else. It's so ... stupid. He thinks he's god's gift. Yet ... in all reality ... he's just a stupid joke. Who doesn't know what he really is.
Dake: Damn ... I totally know what you mean. Hahaha. Shit man. It's midnight ... I need to get to my room.
Steve: Yeah, I know. Thanks for the talk though.
Dake: No problem. Here.
*Dake reaches in his back pocket. He pulls out 100 dollars and hands it to Steve. Steve thanks him multiple times ... in fact too many to even mention before Dake starts to head to the elevator. Dake has a smirk on his face. He presses the button waiting for the elevator to travel down the shaft. As he is waiting he mumbles something.*
Dake: Oh the irony of life.
*The bell chimes as the elevator has reached the lower level, and Dake steps in with his bags. He turns around, and presses his floor. The doors close on him and the shot fades to black.*
FIN.
The guy behind the service desk is a young kid. Around 20 or so. Possibly just working an overnight shift to get some more money. It always works. He is wearing his uniform. The black slacks and the black vest over a white dress shirt. The shoes, the belt, the works. He has a hat on, and a name tag as well. It reads "Steven." He is pretty tall. Around six foot three. However he is very skinny. Behind him lays there are TVs showing pictures of the abandoned lobby. A large clock also sits on the back wall displaying the time. There are policies hanging on the wall, and information on what to do if there is an emergency of any and every kind. There are papers laying on the counter behind him, along with a McDonald's sack. His dinner. There is a wall of little plastic badges in wooden holder. Obviously the place used to use keys, however, when they switched over, they just left the key holder there and replaced the metal keys, with some new nice, plastic keys. There is a number for each room under the cubby of the key. There are 7 rows a 65 columns. Meaning that, basically, there are seven floors, each with around sixty five rooms on each floor. Something like that. There is a pool as well. It, however, is closed at the moment. Not because of the time, but because of some renovations.*
(Dake loves this part of his job. Just being able to meet some people that do different things. Who aren't always so high strung as himself. Always worrying about the next match, never stopping to actually enjoy the wonderful world that we all live in. Dake is constantly thinking. It almost is a flaw. However, it is the way that he has been so successful since he started this profession. Always thinking about what moves to make. Having a plan B, and a plan C. However, backing those plans up too. Trying to predict what will happen before it happens, and the assurance in knowing that 90 percent of the time, you're going to be right. It is what makes Dake so effective and what makes him ... him. Those odd little characteristics that no one else really takes the time to copy. It has become part of him. Along with never stopping to find out how to make a move more effective. To add just a little bit more impact here. To cause a little bit more damage there. To possibly wear down your opponent quicker and more efficient, even if it only means switching a hand position on a move to make the impact target a certain area just a bit more. Like a back breaker. Dake never stops after they just land on his leg. He always makes sure to apply more pressure after the impact, to wear down their back even more than the impact against his knee.)
*Dake and the young guy behind the service desk continue to chat.*
Dake: So how long have you been working here, and why?
Steve: Oh, I dunno. Maybe like ... a year or two. I just do it for some money. It's not like I'm going to or would want to put my life into this. I like what I do, but it's just a day job you know. I want to find something that I can truly master. You know ... challenge myself a bit.
Dake: That's good, really good. Not many people actually go looking for a challenge now days.
Steve: Yeah I know. I honestly believe that if I go out and I really try and put forth some effort. Someone will notice and it will pay off for me.
Dake: Well, I really can't do much to make it pay off for you, however, I am noticing right now, and I think you are on the right track. Because it's not hard to envision. It's not hard to dream or imagine what you want to do, but to actually do it, and I honestly think you are now. I mean, sure I've only just now run into you, but I think that you have what it takes to make it in life kid.
Steve: Thanks man.
Dake: Hey it's no problem. I'm just calling it like I see it. I see a fire in your eyes. I look into a lot of people's eyes every day, and I see that there isn't much fire there. I see that most of the people I work with have no dirve. They are just there another day. Another day to be there, and to do what they have been doing. I don't see any real desire in them any more. It pisses me off too.
Steve: It would me too man. Let me tell you. There is nothing that drives me crazier than someone losing that flame. That passion. In everything you do too. You don't have to like it, but here you are you know. I don't really honestly love this job, but here I am, and I'm not going to complain. I'm going to do it to the best of my abilities you know?
Dake: Yes, that is what I love to hear. Because, in all honesty, putting forth effort is not hard. What is hard is keeping it going. That is what kind of clued me in with you. You're a young guy. I'm sure this is like, your first or second job, but you've stuck with it. That shows some character, you are not just hopping around from place to place to find someone that will really just work with you. You are taking what you have and making the most of it. I like that.
Steve: I try man. It's not that hard to do either. To show up everyday and actually work. To actually give it something. To actually have my actions speak rather than my words. To do more than just talk. To do a good job. To prove I'm the man.
Dake: God man, you really ... you have it. I'm telling this to you. I've seen a lot of people come along in life and fail, because they were lazy or didn't have the desire to effort to do things the right way. I mean not just half ass it. You work, and it's great. I can't tell you how many people I've seen just do nothing.
Steve: What pisses me off the most is when someone gets away with it though. They do nothing with their life, yet they make it a long way. They are able to reach a high point ... but they have done nothing to achieve it. There is a guy here that is not very good at all. Our manager. His name is David, but we just call him Lurch. He just walks around in his suit and ... well he's horrible. He can't schedule and he seems to not really care about his employees. I can't stand it.
Dake: Hey, I know what it's like to have a shitty boss. However, I hate it when there are people that get more credit than you do because of ... well no reason at all. There's this guy, Logan. Probably one of the worst guys I work with. I mean ... I've worked with guys that have had more talent, and will never have their name even mentioned ... ever ... but they are so much better than him. It's all thanks to the fact he's pretty decent friends with my boss, and the fact that he got the ultimate support by everyone when the place I'm working at now opened up. It's like, because he was the first ... he's the best. Who knows, he could have been good in his day or whatever, but now is now, and he doesn't do much now ... that's for sure. Yet ... he's still like a god or something.
Steve: Or when people think they are much better than they actually are. They sit on this high podium, when they are just on the same level as everyone else. We have this guy, Blake. He's a total clown. He acts like an ass the whole time. He has this type of stuck up snobby attitude and then just is also a straight up jerk. He can be loud, and not always funny. Yet he thinks he is on such a different level than anyone else. It's so ... stupid. He thinks he's god's gift. Yet ... in all reality ... he's just a stupid joke. Who doesn't know what he really is.
Dake: Damn ... I totally know what you mean. Hahaha. Shit man. It's midnight ... I need to get to my room.
Steve: Yeah, I know. Thanks for the talk though.
Dake: No problem. Here.
*Dake reaches in his back pocket. He pulls out 100 dollars and hands it to Steve. Steve thanks him multiple times ... in fact too many to even mention before Dake starts to head to the elevator. Dake has a smirk on his face. He presses the button waiting for the elevator to travel down the shaft. As he is waiting he mumbles something.*
Dake: Oh the irony of life.
*The bell chimes as the elevator has reached the lower level, and Dake steps in with his bags. He turns around, and presses his floor. The doors close on him and the shot fades to black.*
FIN.
