Post by Danny Vice on Aug 12, 2006 13:52:27 GMT -5
The scene opens along a railroad express car. In the front of the car are four businessmen sitting around a small table. Each of them have removed their jackets and loosened their ties. They each hold several playing cards, and single dollar bills sit in front of them in semblances of stacks. Their conversation is primarily based upon the major company convention they are attending next week, mixed with banter and trash talk about their card game. Each of them describes the big convention with stars in their eyes. "This could be my big break, a chance to show everyone exactly what I've got," passes through each of their minds.
Across the aisle and a few rows back sits a family of four. The twin boys are no older than 8 years old. Each of them runs up and down the aisle, screaming and singing for the better half of the trip. Their parents sit motionless, looking dreary, with bags under each of their eyes. A complete stranger easily would notice how the energy and life of this couple has been drained by raising two rambunctious kids.
There are other passengers in this particular car. An elderly couple discussing the trip to see their first born grandchild. They each glow with pride. Their eagerness causes them to fidget in their seats, to a point where it is no longer darling and borderline annoying. Several other strangers scatter throughout the different seats, trying as best they can to create small talk among each other. Everyone's story the most important. Everyone's life is headed in the right direction. By the conversation being held here, this train car must carry the 20 most important people in the entire world.
In the back of the train, along the north side of the aisle, sits Danny Vice, alone. He wears long black jeans and an oversized black sweatshirt. The camera moves slowly to the back of the train to this particular seat. Vice stares blankly out the window with his left arm on the window sill. His legs are rest upon the seat across from him, underneath the table. On top of the table rests a long plastic case. The case is black with a single silver ring around its outside. It's rectangular shape is about 4 feet long and a two feet wide. Vice's right arm clutches the case tightly. Vice looks focused. Angry. Deliberate. He sits silently, just thinking to himself, as he watches the train pass through town after town.
Who is running this federation? The Vagrant deserves better than this. The Vagrant demands to have a match on next week's Slam. The Vagrant needs an outlet of pain. Too long...
Vice physically cringes. His face shows signs of torment. He lifts his right arm as if to protect himself. A tear forms under his right eye and slowly rolls down his cheek. The focused man who was present just moments ago seems to have been replaced by a little boy. No longer does he look angry, instead petrified. He shakes his head as if to disturb is thoughts. His eyes quickly return to their former state of disdain.
The Vagrant will create a place for himself in the WCF. The Vagrant will bring suffering to those who have never truly felt the meaning pain. The Vagrant will make them shake, he will make them scream and he will make them feel fear.
The train comes to its final stop. The people of the car gather their belongings and rise to their feet. They seem to each have an extra hop in their step now. Vice's intensity has caused him to work up a small sweat. He suddenly starts laughing aloud in the back of the car. The children look back and mockingly chuckle themselves. Suddenly the laughter stops, Vice's face begins to shake. His cheeks turn a bright red. He screams outloud...
IT'S A FREAKING LAWNMOWER!
The scene fades out...
Across the aisle and a few rows back sits a family of four. The twin boys are no older than 8 years old. Each of them runs up and down the aisle, screaming and singing for the better half of the trip. Their parents sit motionless, looking dreary, with bags under each of their eyes. A complete stranger easily would notice how the energy and life of this couple has been drained by raising two rambunctious kids.
There are other passengers in this particular car. An elderly couple discussing the trip to see their first born grandchild. They each glow with pride. Their eagerness causes them to fidget in their seats, to a point where it is no longer darling and borderline annoying. Several other strangers scatter throughout the different seats, trying as best they can to create small talk among each other. Everyone's story the most important. Everyone's life is headed in the right direction. By the conversation being held here, this train car must carry the 20 most important people in the entire world.
In the back of the train, along the north side of the aisle, sits Danny Vice, alone. He wears long black jeans and an oversized black sweatshirt. The camera moves slowly to the back of the train to this particular seat. Vice stares blankly out the window with his left arm on the window sill. His legs are rest upon the seat across from him, underneath the table. On top of the table rests a long plastic case. The case is black with a single silver ring around its outside. It's rectangular shape is about 4 feet long and a two feet wide. Vice's right arm clutches the case tightly. Vice looks focused. Angry. Deliberate. He sits silently, just thinking to himself, as he watches the train pass through town after town.
Who is running this federation? The Vagrant deserves better than this. The Vagrant demands to have a match on next week's Slam. The Vagrant needs an outlet of pain. Too long...
Vice physically cringes. His face shows signs of torment. He lifts his right arm as if to protect himself. A tear forms under his right eye and slowly rolls down his cheek. The focused man who was present just moments ago seems to have been replaced by a little boy. No longer does he look angry, instead petrified. He shakes his head as if to disturb is thoughts. His eyes quickly return to their former state of disdain.
The Vagrant will create a place for himself in the WCF. The Vagrant will bring suffering to those who have never truly felt the meaning pain. The Vagrant will make them shake, he will make them scream and he will make them feel fear.
The train comes to its final stop. The people of the car gather their belongings and rise to their feet. They seem to each have an extra hop in their step now. Vice's intensity has caused him to work up a small sweat. He suddenly starts laughing aloud in the back of the car. The children look back and mockingly chuckle themselves. Suddenly the laughter stops, Vice's face begins to shake. His cheeks turn a bright red. He screams outloud...
IT'S A FREAKING LAWNMOWER!
The scene fades out...
