Post by "Invincible" Damian Kaine on Oct 9, 2016 17:03:09 GMT -5
PART 1: People Back Home
“This is for my people back home. We’re lightin’ one up. Feel the love; we wouldn’t be here without ya.”
DK: “Yeah. I just pulled into the lot. I’m walking into the school right now… Yeah. See you in a bit.”
Damian hangs up the phone as he approaches the double doors of the school. He walks up to an open window with a woman inside.
DK: “Hey, Mrs. Riggs! How have you been?”
Felice Riggs: “Damian?! Oh, my, it’s been so long! I’ve been pretty well. Are you here to see Mr. Olsen?”
DK: “Yes, Ma’am, I am!”
Mrs. Riggs hands Damian a yellow “visitor’s pass” and hits a button at her side, unlocking a set of double doors. Damian goes through the doors and into an open area. He makes a left and walks down a bright hallway. He walks slowly, looking down the right side at the rooms he passes, and talking to himself.
DK: “The Drama room… so much fun. I always loved acting.. Hey, maybe I should look into a movie deal. Ahh… so many memories.”
He continues walking down, coming across another room.
DK: “Whit’s room! I remember walking down this hallway every day, hearing the voices of angels singing. The dude was one tough son of a bitch, but he’s the reason Southeast Bulloch High School had the best chorus in Georgia.”
He walks a bit more, finally stopping a door labeled “band room.”
DK: “Room 420. Oh, all of the pot jokes happened in this room. But it was all in jest. Well, for most of us.”
Damian knocks on the door. A student comes and opens it, letting Damian in. He walks slowly in, observing the room. Eight walls, the windows lined with trophies. It felt good to be home.
Damian is slammed back to Earth by a gruff voice.
Matt Olsen: “Guys, we’re gonna be taking it easy today. Go ahead and put your horns down, carefully. I want to introduce you all to a SWARM alum, and a close, personal friend of mine. Some of you may know him.. Damian, would you like to introduce yourself?”
DK: “Uh.. Yeah. Sure. Thanks, Chief.”
Damian walks to the front of the room, standing before around 60 students whom he doesn’t know, yet considers family.
DK: “Hey, guys. I’m Damian. Damian Kaine. Some of you may know me. Most probably don’t. And I’m okay with that, because who I am doesn’t matter. It’s how I became who I am that matters. I didn’t have the best childhood. I was in and out of schools. Mobile home after mobile home. I had a poor example of a father figure, but I was rarely a bad kid. My dad beat my mom in front of me when I was six. My mom then left that… er… unkind fellow, and got with another man, who she stayed with for almost 10 years. That changed in 2010, when he, too, became abusive. I was sick of it, and I stood up to him. I got into a fight with him. And I was forced to leave the home that I had had for a third of my life. It sucked. But I needed to do it. And I got over it. You know why? I had this band- no. I had this family. I was around people I love. And I had that man.” (Damian points to Mr. Olsen.) “That man is a life saver is so many different ways. Okay, another anecdote. I have severe anger issues. And I had relationship issues. God, did I have relationship issues. On and off and on and off. Lemme tell y’all. I thought she was the one. Dammit, i thought I would be with her to this day.” Damian starts tearing up. “Listen to Mr. Olsen, guys, when he tells you there is a small chance that a relationship you have right now will last.. But anyway. We were fighting bad. And this was after we had finally broke it off completely. Well, arguing, plus my anger, did not add up. I snapped. Ended up throwing a trashcan across the hall and beating my head into the toilet paper container in the bathroom down the hall. I got called up to the office the next morning. And I talked to Mrs. Clifton and Mr. Olsen. About everything. And he told me something I’d never forget. Not ever. He told me that I had something that I needed. I had this. The only stable home I had. I almost cost myself this band. But I saved myself. I dedicated myself to this band. More than I had already. I loved it. I mean, it already took up 90% of my time. And I promised myself that if I ever came into money, I would do something to help the SWARM like the SWARM helped me. I don’t know if y’all have heard, but the field a few miles down the road was bought. I’ve been using the guise of a Walmart in Brooklet. Which would probably be a good thing. But I did one better. Ladies and Gentlemen, the SWARM now has it’s own indoor practice field, complete with 150 beds for late nights. And, yes, Chief. There are cameras, and security systems, and separate, guarded wings for boys and girls. I love you, guys. And this-”
Damian is cut off by the sharp, high pitched beep of the intercom, with the principal’s voice.
Principal: “Students and teachers, I have an announcement to make: School Friday is hereby cancelled due to extreme weather conditions. Please be safe and remain indoors as Hurricane Matthew strikes this weekend.”
The kids shout in happiness as Damian thinks to himself. This incoming hurricane may damper his plans he had while home. Which means he needs to speed them up. The bell is what snaps him from his trance this time as all of the students stack chairs, case instruments, and head for the door. He walks over to Mr. Olsen.
DK: “Hey, Chief! Sorry to cancel on the dinner plans but I need to get everything done before I have to leave for Hawaii. Thanks for the invitation. And it was really nice seeing you. Tell Mrs. Carrie, Ana, Kera, Maia, and Nick I say hello!”
He walks out the way he came and finds his car. He gets in and drives off campus as the screen fades out.
PART 2: Dirt
“You know you came from it… and someday you’ll return to it.”
The scene shown now is a small cemetery, with Damian walking alone. He stops in front of a smaller gravestone and kneels. An over the shoulder cam shows the stone, reading:
“Matthew Alexander “Alec” Kaine
Loving Father, Faithful Husband”
DK: “Hey, Dad… It’s been a while. I know you’re watching.. But I want to tell you. I made it, Pop. I’m in the big leagues… I’m not doing too hot, but I’m here. I’ve made a few friends in the back. I wish you could’ve been there to see my first match. I made this awesome dive. Took out, like, five guys. You would’ve loved it. Dad, I do this all to make you proud. Because I know you would’ve been there for it all… I miss you, Pop. So does Mom. Jessie. Ally. We all miss you. We all love you. And, God, do we wish you were here.”
At that moment, Damian feels a hand on his shoulder.
Jessie Kaine: “Oh, please. I don’t know if that old man would make it in today’s society. He could barely work a flip-phone.”
Damian turns to his sister and hugs her tightly.
DK: “Oh, my God, am I glad to see you. How have you been?”
Jessie: “Eh, things have been better. Been dealing with Mom, and everything.”
DK: “How is she holding up?”
Jessie: “Not too well. The drugs are getting to be too much. She’s taking things she doesn’t even need now. And I can’t stop her. Especially not this time of the year. It’s less than two weeks until the anniversary, y’know. The 21st.”
DK: “Yeah… That’s a part of why I came back. I miss him, Jess. God, do I miss him. I’ve got this match coming up. An actual championship match. And he isn’t around to see it.”
Jessie: “Day, you know he’s watching. And you know he’s proud. We all are. You’ve done amazing things. Have you always come out on top? No. But you adapt, and you overcome. You seem to have found a good bunch. I don’t know those guys but they seem cool.”
DK: “The Brotherhood? Hell yeah. I love those guys. Pomp, he always knows how to make me laugh. I don’t know what it is, the dude is just fuckin’ nutty. But a good kind of nutty, y’know what I mean? And Dion? He’s like me, in a way. Calculating. With our own issues to deal with. We work damn well together.”
Jessie: “Yeah, I saw that Sunday. You did a hell of a job Sunday night, by the way, D. I’m proud of you, man. Well, you wanna head back to the house? I’m kinda getting the creeps in this cemetery, especially with this clown situation around south Georgia.”
Damian laughs for a bit, then nods. The two walk to their cars. The scene flips to a brick home. Damian and Jessie walk inside.
Jessie: “Mom? I’m home, and I brought a stray!”
A woman, appearing to be in her mid-fifties, comes around the corner, and her face lights up like a thousand Christmas lights upon seeing Damian.
Mama Kaine: “DAMIAN!!!”
Mama Kaine speed walks to her son and hugs him, with him wrapping his arms around her and embracing her as well.
DK: “Hey, Momma. I’m glad to see you up and walking around now! How’re you feeling?”
Mama Kaine: “I’m feeling as good as a 53 year old widow can, son. Come in! Sit down! How’ve you been? How long will you be here? Where are you-”
DK: “Mom! Calm yourself! I’ve gotta leave early tomorrow morning to beat the hurricane. Maybe leave for the airport around 4 a.m.? I wanna try to head to Atlanta. I’ve been reading up on Matthew; it’s aiming right at Savannah, so that’s out of the question.”
Mama Kaine: “That’s so early! Can’t you stay just this once?”
DK: “Trust me, Momma. I would be annihilated as soon as I walked back into that locked room if I were to no-show, especially for a championship match. Plus, there’s no way in living Hell I’m letting Archer and the rest of the Inbred Clown Pussies get one over on me.”
Mama Kaine smacks his head.
Mama Kaine: “You best put a dollar in that swear jar, Boy. You know I don’t tolerate no cursin’ in this household.”
Jessie bursts into laughter. Damian rubs his head where she hit him, then pulls out a dollar from his wallet and walks over to a buffet table. He looks around the table for a bit, before finding a small Winnie the Pooh shaped cookie jar. He removes the head and places the dollar in the jar, then replaces the head.
DK: “Well, I’m not going to risk the chance of bankrupting myself before the night is over. I’m gonna turn in. Hey, Jess, you’re driving me up to Atlanta tomorrow, right?”
Jessie: “That’s the plan, ain’t it? Sweet dreams, big bro. Love you.”
Damian walks down a hallway to his room. He opens the door, and turns on the light, revealing several posters on the wall. He walks around the room, reminiscing. He stops at a Doctor Who poster and just laughs… ‘I wonder what number they’re on, now’ he thinks to himself. Finally, Damian sits down on his bed, turns on a box fan on his bedside table and falls asleep.
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“Sorry… About Your Damn Luck”
Damian’s alarm blares in the room. The time reads 2:55. He groggily gets out of bed, then turns off the country music. Damian’s half-conscious state thinks “If Jason Cash were to ever go solo, ‘Longnecks and Rednecks’ would be the perfect theme music for him.”
In about fifteen minutes, Damian has brushed his teeth and his hair, showered, and put on fresh clothes. He waits for Jessie. By 3:40, the two are out of the door, and on the road to Atlanta.
Jessie: “I’m gonna try to take as many back roads as I can, because these evac routes are about to pile up.”
DK: “Fine by me. I just figured the clowns would be on back roads…”
Jessie: “Oh, fuck off, D. That ain’t even funny.”
DK: “Swear jar!”
The two stop at a stop sign. Jessie turns to Damian and flips him off, before taking off again.
DK: “Hey, I’m gonna catch some z’s on the way up. Wake me when we get there, alright?”
Damian sleeps the entire way up. Upon reaching Delta, Jessie wakes him up, and helps him with his luggage to the gate. They hug and Damian kisses Jessie’s forehead.
DK: “Be safe, Sis. It’d be a good idea for y’all to evacuate today. Get the hell out of dodge.”
Jessie: “Nah, we’ll be good. Trust me.”
DK: “Fine.. Be safe. I love you, Jess. See y’all when I get back.”
Damian takes a few steps, then stops, turning around.
DK: “If there is ONE scratch on my car when I get back, I will hurt you all. BYE!:”
Damian walks onto the plane.
PART 3: Ohana
“Ohana means family, and family means noone gets left behind or forgotten.”
*Knock, Knock, Knock*
Damian is greeted by his Brother Dion at the door of the meeting area for the Brotherhood in Honolulu. He walks inside, meeting with the other brothers in Kevin Bishop and Psychopomp. Bishop is sitting in an arm chair, thinking to himself, while Pomp is helping himself to the hotel’s complimentary cookies.
Bishop: “DK, glad you could make it. I was starting to worry that Hurricane Matthew had gotten the better of you.”
DK: “Yeah, sorry about that. It’s the only free time I’ve had in weeks, and I wanted to go see my dad.”
Pomp: “What, he can’t come to the show?”
Dion: “Pomp! His dad is-”
DK: “Nah, Dion, he’s good. I never told him. Pomp, my dad died when I was sixteen.”
Pomp goes silent, putting another cookie in his mouth to keep himself quiet. The silence fills the room for what feels like hours until Dion finally speaks.
Dion: “So, tomorrow night, we have probably the most important match in the history of the Brotherhood. Seth decided to bring back the Trios titles, for some odd reason, and he is putting us against Zero Tolerance.”
DK: “Yeah, man, I know. We’ve got our work cut out for us here. I’m not even gonna sugar coat it, we very well might lose. But we also very well might win. With their recent addition, it’s going to make things hella easier. I must say, it was a shock, Archer joining ZT. But it makes sense. The WCF was missing the “Ass Clown” combination.”
Bishop: “Don’t take them lightly, DK. You know better than anybody else on the roster just what the three of them are capable of.”
Damian takes a seat in a kitchenette chair, and starts spinning childishly.
DK: “Oh, I’m not taking them lightly, Bish. I’m dumb, but I’m not a fool. I know that one tiny misstep can fuck us up beyond repair, because ZT is just made up of ultimate opportunists. So we’ve got to be calculating. We’ve got to stay on top. Or else we’re screwed.”
Bishop chimes in again.
Bishop: “Everybody is betting against you. But that means jack shit, guys. You three show so much potential it isn’t even funny any more. Archer, he showed that potential, too. Had it lasted, had Archer not taken Palpatine’s offer, then he would be right here, and not with that bunch of Rob Zombie film extras. I’ll tell ya what. You guys put on one hell of a showing, and we’ll stay in Hawaii. Enjoy the breeze until next week. And hopefully, hang all four title belts on the wall and bask. Because, brothers, you’d deserve it. And I’ll toast to that.”
Bishop raises a glass, and Psychopomp raises his container of cookies. Dion goes into the kitchen to pour himself some wine, but Damian takes the glass and hands him a sippy cup.
DK: “C’mon, now, Dion. You know better. You’re almost as bad as Jason Cash. And that’s pretty friggen bad, ya know.”
The entire faction erupts into laughter, then Damian stiffens up, appearing to be deep in thought.
DK: “Holy Shit!”
Pomp (with a mouthful of cookies): “What?”
DK: “We are the Parallel. Dion and Cash: The alcoholics. Psychopomp and Crazy J: The eccentric, class clown persona of the bunch, with no standards for actions or women. Bishop and Salem: The-”
Bishop: “Don’t you dare compare me to that juggalo.”
DK: “Bishop and Schizo: The brains in the bunch. The actual voice of the operation. Hell, the Brotherhood’s main focus is tolerance and rebirth!”
Dion: “Then that would make you…”
DK: “I understand, now, why the Purge experiment didn’t work. We were too similar. In our attitudes, in our mannerisms. We were willing to do whatever it takes to win, even if it meant something like, y’know, hiring somebody to portray your opponent’s daughter, then staging a kidnapping and killing. Sounds like something a bastard would do, right? Yeah, that was me. Fuck, how did I not notice this before! I’m so stupid!”
Bishop: “Damian, calm the hell down. You’re overanalyzing this!”
Damian is freaking out, cursing and hitting things. Pyschopomp is digging in his bag for something. The camera focuses on Damian.
DK: “How the hell have I let this mother fucker beat me?!”
Damian lifts his fist to hit the wall, when Pomp pops in between him and the wall. He lifts a Snickers bar into view.
Pomp: “DK, eat a Snickers.”
DK: “Why?”
Pomp: “Because you’re not you when you’re hungry.”
Damian takes the Snickers and eats a bite.
Pomp, Bishop, and Dion (Simultaneously): “Better?”
DK: “Better.”
The group falls to laughter as the camera fades out.
