Post by Dake Ken on Jun 8, 2009 13:26:01 GMT -5
Woman: Please. Please try to help us!
Dake: ... I'll see what I can do.
*There he stands. Dake Ken. Not ... looking very normal. No not at all. Dake is standing in the doorway of an office. He is wearing a business suit. It's a dark brown suit that looks very odd on the WCF superstar. He still has his beard, which only adds to the awkwardness of the get up, but his huge smile is sure to surely calming to the woman. Through the doorway plants can be seen in the back ground, as well as many bookcases filled with books. A youngster runs past Dake and into the room. Immediately the sound of books crashing, paper tearing and tons of other chaos can be heard coming from the room. The young child is screaming some sort of ... well it's not English, but it seems to be derived from English. It could simply be gibberish, like most children, but it seems to have some sort of meaning behind the screams. As the chaos continues in the background Dake remains in the doorway still smiling at the woman. His face unchanged. She seems very distraught and is trying to apologize to him, but he simply puts his pointer finger over her mount, smearing her lipstick, and makes a "shhhhh" noise. He turns around and the shot cut to the interior of the room.
Simply put ... it looks like a bomb has gone off in the room. The bookcases that were so perfectly filled with books are now almost barren, except for the top shelfs which remain unchanged. The books now adorn the floor as well as many pages from the books, now ripped out, and scattered randomly on the floor. This doesn't effect Dake at all, as he remains smiling, with a huge toothy grin. He scans the room and looks at the rest of the destruction. There are a few sculptures broken and pictures torn down. The plants look like they have had a weed eater taken to them, as they have been basically shredded in there pots. Leaves from the plants have been arranged in a ... patter of sorts on the ground. A long type of object, one solid phallic looking symbol. This symbol changes Dake's expression. He looks at it ... intrigued. His brow furrowing into a V as he looks at the green symbol.
Quickly though the V in his brow raises and the smile returns to his face. It's not easy to see that patches of carpet have been ripped out and are totally missing. They aren't anywhere to be seen at all. As Dake continues to take in all the destruction, which has taken place in seconds, a loud high pitched war cry can be heard. The youngster zooms past Dake's legs and runs to the far side of the room. He hops up on a desk sitting untouched and beings his dismantling of the object. Throwing paper work and pens. Scratching the finish on the beautiful oak desk. During all this, Dake just simply watches. He pulls out a pen and pad of paper out of an interior coat pocket. As he looks down for that split second, an object flys past his head and hits the wall with surprising force. Dake looks up and smiles again. He chuckles and simply says one word.*
Dake: No.
*The child becomes enraged at the simple utterance of the word. Again lashing into war crys and screams that are ear piercing in pitch. Once again throwing objects at Dake. Dake simply stand there and lets most of the objects simply bounce off him while he jots notes down of the pad and paper. Most of the things are small and could cause no pain to anyone, however there are a few larger objects that he dodges and lets crash into the wall. The child grabs a coffee mug and hurls it at Dake, who quickly catches the mug and begins walking forward.*
Dake: I find you an interesting character. So passionate about destruction, yet your mother ...
*Dake is cut off by an intense scream.*
Child: MOMMY!
*Dake stops in his tracks and looks at the child, and the child stops in his tracks and looks back at Dake. It is totally silent and the air is very thick with it. A few quick footsteps are heard running to the door followed by a voice.*
Woman: Logan?!
*Dake quickly turn, eyes wide at the door.*
Dake: NO!
*The combination of the woman's voice and the word "no" send the child in a rage. He leaps off the desk and runs at the door, only to be caught by the arm of Dake who holds the child up. He remains squirming in his arm as he almost continues to run to the door in the air. Dake shakes his head and yells out.*
Dake: Please ma'am. Do not approach to door. It will only complicate the process.
*Foots steps can be heard walking away from the door, which once again enrages the child. Dake walks across the room to a couch that sits in a corner. The child is still trying to run, even though he is suspended in the air by Dake's arm. Dake puts him down on the couch when he gets to the destination. The child stands there, crying, knowing that if he trys to get to the door, Dake will only catch him.*
Child: I want my Mommy!
Dake: I know you do.
Child: LET ME SEE HER!
Dake: ... No.
*The child starts to rile up again, but Dake takes his finger, the same one that he smeared the mother's lipstick with and presses it against the child's mouth, distorting his face. However the young one calms down ... he actually sits down on the couch. Once again Dake's brow furrows into a V, and a complex look comes across his face.*
Dake: Hmmmm.
*The child just sits in the couch, with a smile on his face. The child is actually humming a tune. Oddly enough though it's not a happy tune or anything that a normal child would hum, it's Metallica's "The Struggle Within." Dake again looks at the child with a very complex look.*
Child: Why are you staring at me?
Dake: Because I find you interesting.
Child: Why, I'm just like everyone else.
Dake: Of course you are! You're like any other child, sure. You act just like a child!
Child: Yeah! ... So ... why can't I go to school?
Dake: Well, you seem to have an energy displacement problem.
Child: What does that mean?
Dake: It means that you don't apply yourself in the correct ways. You don't ...
*The child screams at Dake.*
Child: THERE ISN'T ANYTHING WRONG WITH ME!
Dake: Calm down now! We should start over. My name is Dake. What is yours?
*The child has become a bit upset as tears are rolling down his cheeks. He sniffles and answers Dake.*
Child: Logan.
*Dake smiles a big toothy smile.*
Dake: Well Logan, let me explain why you're hear today. You see, you are just like any other kid out there. You are totally normal, but your mom has brought you here today ...
Logan: Where's my mom?
Dake: Let me finish please.
Logan: But I want her.
Dake: I know you do. But let me finish and then I'll let you see your mother.
Logan: *pouting* Okay.
Dake: So, like I was saying, you are just like any normal kid, Logan, but your mother has brought me here because of the trouble you're having in school. You see, Logan, you don't apply yourself in the correct ways. You have so much energy and if you would just apply that in a different way, like applying the energy you used to destroy this room and use it for your focus in school work, then you would be a genius. I know you can do it too. You totally destroyed my office in moments. That's an impressive feet Logan.
Logan: But how am I supposed to impress mommy if I don't destroy things?!
*Dake pauses.*
Dake: So you do this all to impress your mom?
Logan: Yes, if I destroy things she will love me, and give me hot dogs!
Dake: So ... all this is for your mother?
Logan: Mhmm! For mommy and for hot dogs!
Dake: You like hot dogs?
*The mention of hot dogs brings a huge smile to Logan's face.*
Logan: I love hot dogs! If I could have hot dogs all day, everyday, I would have them. I can't get enough of hot dogs. I ... I don't know what it is about this sir, but they are just delicious. I like to eat them and I like to play with them. When we go to the super market I make mommy get so many hot dogs. I don't even eat them all, I like to take a bunch and make them soldiers. It's so fun!
Dake: What is it about hot dogs that make you like them so much Logan?
Logan: I don't know really sir. I ... they are just neat. They are long and round and ... smell yummy all the time. They are just ... I love them. I more than like them sir. I love them. ... you should write that down in your book. Do it. I want the world to know that I, Logan, love hot dogs. I love their smell, their taste, I love how they feel. I love their color. I like how when you cook them they bust open. I love it. They are the most amazing thing ever sir! Write it down. Write it down in your book mister Dake. I want mommy to make me some right now! HEY! I made one! Look!
*Logan points over to the array of the leaves that he put together on the floor. He smiles widely, showing off a few missing teeth.*
Logan: It's a hot dog!
Dake: ... Yes ... a hot dog. I think ... I think I understand Logan. I ... I think I get it.
Logan: ... I wanna go home and get hot dogs. I want mommy.
Dake: I know you do. I think it's just about time that you can do that as well. Sit tight Logan, I'm going to go back and talk to your mom, then I think you'll be able to go!
*Logan smiles widely and sits on the couch, still humming "The Struggle Within." Dake turn around and walks through the room and it's destruction. He takes a few glances around and walks out the door. In the lobby the mother of Logan sits. He has a very worried look on her face, and when she sees Dake she immediately hops up and runs to him.*
Logan's Mother: Dake! Oh what do you think is his problem? Is he crazy? ... He's not going to have to go to a ... a ...
*Logan's mother can't even get the question out as she beings to sob.*
Dake: Don't worry. He doesn't have to go to a psych ward. He is a little unstable but some medication will do him well. I do think that he has a very odd phallic complex or obession with hot dogs. I ... don't totally understand that, but future visits will let me figure out why he has such an obsession with the things. However there is one serious issue that might be hard to control, even with medication.
Logan's Mother: What is it?
Dake: He seems to suffer from an Oedipus complex as well.
Logan's Mother: What ... doesn't that mean?
Dake: Ma'am. He wants to have sex with you.
*Logan's mother gasps and puts her hand over her mouth, covering her smeared lipstick. Tears roll down her face.*
Dake: Don't worry, with medication it will probably be okay. However ... I recommend that you wear nothing revealing. Ever. For any reason. At all.
Logan's Mother: Yes yes ... of course ... I ... I will never ... I ... Oh this is so hard.
Dake: I know. However, I think you can take him now. He's good to go home for today. I will write a prescription and we'll schedule another appointment in the near future.
Logan's Mother: Yes yes. I want to see my little loogie.
*Logan's mother shakes Dake's hand and they walk through the lobby to the door. As Dake opens the door Logan's mom let's out a shriek of horror. Logan is sitting in the office, eating the leaves that he assembled on the in the form of a hot dog. Green mush from the plant rolling down his face.*
Dake: ... I'll see what I can do.
*There he stands. Dake Ken. Not ... looking very normal. No not at all. Dake is standing in the doorway of an office. He is wearing a business suit. It's a dark brown suit that looks very odd on the WCF superstar. He still has his beard, which only adds to the awkwardness of the get up, but his huge smile is sure to surely calming to the woman. Through the doorway plants can be seen in the back ground, as well as many bookcases filled with books. A youngster runs past Dake and into the room. Immediately the sound of books crashing, paper tearing and tons of other chaos can be heard coming from the room. The young child is screaming some sort of ... well it's not English, but it seems to be derived from English. It could simply be gibberish, like most children, but it seems to have some sort of meaning behind the screams. As the chaos continues in the background Dake remains in the doorway still smiling at the woman. His face unchanged. She seems very distraught and is trying to apologize to him, but he simply puts his pointer finger over her mount, smearing her lipstick, and makes a "shhhhh" noise. He turns around and the shot cut to the interior of the room.
Simply put ... it looks like a bomb has gone off in the room. The bookcases that were so perfectly filled with books are now almost barren, except for the top shelfs which remain unchanged. The books now adorn the floor as well as many pages from the books, now ripped out, and scattered randomly on the floor. This doesn't effect Dake at all, as he remains smiling, with a huge toothy grin. He scans the room and looks at the rest of the destruction. There are a few sculptures broken and pictures torn down. The plants look like they have had a weed eater taken to them, as they have been basically shredded in there pots. Leaves from the plants have been arranged in a ... patter of sorts on the ground. A long type of object, one solid phallic looking symbol. This symbol changes Dake's expression. He looks at it ... intrigued. His brow furrowing into a V as he looks at the green symbol.
Quickly though the V in his brow raises and the smile returns to his face. It's not easy to see that patches of carpet have been ripped out and are totally missing. They aren't anywhere to be seen at all. As Dake continues to take in all the destruction, which has taken place in seconds, a loud high pitched war cry can be heard. The youngster zooms past Dake's legs and runs to the far side of the room. He hops up on a desk sitting untouched and beings his dismantling of the object. Throwing paper work and pens. Scratching the finish on the beautiful oak desk. During all this, Dake just simply watches. He pulls out a pen and pad of paper out of an interior coat pocket. As he looks down for that split second, an object flys past his head and hits the wall with surprising force. Dake looks up and smiles again. He chuckles and simply says one word.*
Dake: No.
*The child becomes enraged at the simple utterance of the word. Again lashing into war crys and screams that are ear piercing in pitch. Once again throwing objects at Dake. Dake simply stand there and lets most of the objects simply bounce off him while he jots notes down of the pad and paper. Most of the things are small and could cause no pain to anyone, however there are a few larger objects that he dodges and lets crash into the wall. The child grabs a coffee mug and hurls it at Dake, who quickly catches the mug and begins walking forward.*
Dake: I find you an interesting character. So passionate about destruction, yet your mother ...
*Dake is cut off by an intense scream.*
Child: MOMMY!
*Dake stops in his tracks and looks at the child, and the child stops in his tracks and looks back at Dake. It is totally silent and the air is very thick with it. A few quick footsteps are heard running to the door followed by a voice.*
Woman: Logan?!
*Dake quickly turn, eyes wide at the door.*
Dake: NO!
*The combination of the woman's voice and the word "no" send the child in a rage. He leaps off the desk and runs at the door, only to be caught by the arm of Dake who holds the child up. He remains squirming in his arm as he almost continues to run to the door in the air. Dake shakes his head and yells out.*
Dake: Please ma'am. Do not approach to door. It will only complicate the process.
*Foots steps can be heard walking away from the door, which once again enrages the child. Dake walks across the room to a couch that sits in a corner. The child is still trying to run, even though he is suspended in the air by Dake's arm. Dake puts him down on the couch when he gets to the destination. The child stands there, crying, knowing that if he trys to get to the door, Dake will only catch him.*
Child: I want my Mommy!
Dake: I know you do.
Child: LET ME SEE HER!
Dake: ... No.
*The child starts to rile up again, but Dake takes his finger, the same one that he smeared the mother's lipstick with and presses it against the child's mouth, distorting his face. However the young one calms down ... he actually sits down on the couch. Once again Dake's brow furrows into a V, and a complex look comes across his face.*
Dake: Hmmmm.
*The child just sits in the couch, with a smile on his face. The child is actually humming a tune. Oddly enough though it's not a happy tune or anything that a normal child would hum, it's Metallica's "The Struggle Within." Dake again looks at the child with a very complex look.*
Child: Why are you staring at me?
Dake: Because I find you interesting.
Child: Why, I'm just like everyone else.
Dake: Of course you are! You're like any other child, sure. You act just like a child!
Child: Yeah! ... So ... why can't I go to school?
Dake: Well, you seem to have an energy displacement problem.
Child: What does that mean?
Dake: It means that you don't apply yourself in the correct ways. You don't ...
*The child screams at Dake.*
Child: THERE ISN'T ANYTHING WRONG WITH ME!
Dake: Calm down now! We should start over. My name is Dake. What is yours?
*The child has become a bit upset as tears are rolling down his cheeks. He sniffles and answers Dake.*
Child: Logan.
*Dake smiles a big toothy smile.*
Dake: Well Logan, let me explain why you're hear today. You see, you are just like any other kid out there. You are totally normal, but your mom has brought you here today ...
Logan: Where's my mom?
Dake: Let me finish please.
Logan: But I want her.
Dake: I know you do. But let me finish and then I'll let you see your mother.
Logan: *pouting* Okay.
Dake: So, like I was saying, you are just like any normal kid, Logan, but your mother has brought me here because of the trouble you're having in school. You see, Logan, you don't apply yourself in the correct ways. You have so much energy and if you would just apply that in a different way, like applying the energy you used to destroy this room and use it for your focus in school work, then you would be a genius. I know you can do it too. You totally destroyed my office in moments. That's an impressive feet Logan.
Logan: But how am I supposed to impress mommy if I don't destroy things?!
*Dake pauses.*
Dake: So you do this all to impress your mom?
Logan: Yes, if I destroy things she will love me, and give me hot dogs!
Dake: So ... all this is for your mother?
Logan: Mhmm! For mommy and for hot dogs!
Dake: You like hot dogs?
*The mention of hot dogs brings a huge smile to Logan's face.*
Logan: I love hot dogs! If I could have hot dogs all day, everyday, I would have them. I can't get enough of hot dogs. I ... I don't know what it is about this sir, but they are just delicious. I like to eat them and I like to play with them. When we go to the super market I make mommy get so many hot dogs. I don't even eat them all, I like to take a bunch and make them soldiers. It's so fun!
Dake: What is it about hot dogs that make you like them so much Logan?
Logan: I don't know really sir. I ... they are just neat. They are long and round and ... smell yummy all the time. They are just ... I love them. I more than like them sir. I love them. ... you should write that down in your book. Do it. I want the world to know that I, Logan, love hot dogs. I love their smell, their taste, I love how they feel. I love their color. I like how when you cook them they bust open. I love it. They are the most amazing thing ever sir! Write it down. Write it down in your book mister Dake. I want mommy to make me some right now! HEY! I made one! Look!
*Logan points over to the array of the leaves that he put together on the floor. He smiles widely, showing off a few missing teeth.*
Logan: It's a hot dog!
Dake: ... Yes ... a hot dog. I think ... I think I understand Logan. I ... I think I get it.
Logan: ... I wanna go home and get hot dogs. I want mommy.
Dake: I know you do. I think it's just about time that you can do that as well. Sit tight Logan, I'm going to go back and talk to your mom, then I think you'll be able to go!
*Logan smiles widely and sits on the couch, still humming "The Struggle Within." Dake turn around and walks through the room and it's destruction. He takes a few glances around and walks out the door. In the lobby the mother of Logan sits. He has a very worried look on her face, and when she sees Dake she immediately hops up and runs to him.*
Logan's Mother: Dake! Oh what do you think is his problem? Is he crazy? ... He's not going to have to go to a ... a ...
*Logan's mother can't even get the question out as she beings to sob.*
Dake: Don't worry. He doesn't have to go to a psych ward. He is a little unstable but some medication will do him well. I do think that he has a very odd phallic complex or obession with hot dogs. I ... don't totally understand that, but future visits will let me figure out why he has such an obsession with the things. However there is one serious issue that might be hard to control, even with medication.
Logan's Mother: What is it?
Dake: He seems to suffer from an Oedipus complex as well.
Logan's Mother: What ... doesn't that mean?
Dake: Ma'am. He wants to have sex with you.
*Logan's mother gasps and puts her hand over her mouth, covering her smeared lipstick. Tears roll down her face.*
Dake: Don't worry, with medication it will probably be okay. However ... I recommend that you wear nothing revealing. Ever. For any reason. At all.
Logan's Mother: Yes yes ... of course ... I ... I will never ... I ... Oh this is so hard.
Dake: I know. However, I think you can take him now. He's good to go home for today. I will write a prescription and we'll schedule another appointment in the near future.
Logan's Mother: Yes yes. I want to see my little loogie.
*Logan's mother shakes Dake's hand and they walk through the lobby to the door. As Dake opens the door Logan's mom let's out a shriek of horror. Logan is sitting in the office, eating the leaves that he assembled on the in the form of a hot dog. Green mush from the plant rolling down his face.*
