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Initial Confusion; So begins my madness
Topic Started: Jun 15 2011, 04:51 AM (236 Views)
Hisoka
NEWera Rookie
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Debuts always confound me. Time after time, I'm forced to introduce myself to people, but the question always remains, to what level of detail should I delve? Do I assume they know nothing? But then my debut is going to be far too long, and far too arduous for anyone to bother sitting through. Clearly that is not the way to go. Do I then just forego it entirely, and just go about my business as usual? Nay, for then no one understands anything I do, and the result is far less pleasing then I had hoped. Indeed, debuts always put me in a fickle situation of balancing the new with the old, the old with the new, and the mundane with the extraordinary. I mean really, is it so bad to just introduce myself as Hisoka, the grinning jester, and just leave it at that? Indeed, people want more and more with these now-a-days, people want detailed back-stories; they want to know where you were, who you were with, what you were doing, and even what colour the drapes were. A tad ridiculous if you ask me. But I digress, for now, I will just take solace in the fact that introductions need only occur once, and with that in mind, I look to you all now and say this. I am Hisoka, the grinning jester, a pleasure to meet you all.

- the musings of a jester

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The camera cuts in to the parking lot outside the arena, where a rusted and thoroughly beaten up '87 Ford putters its way into the nearest open spot. The engine is killed, as it manages to hack out a last few little clouds of black smoke out the back before finally settling down. A slight whistling is heard from inside as the door creaks open, and a pair of well-worn leather loafers become visible beneath the door frame, the owner's head cut off framing. The loafers make their way out of the door, as the owner tries to close it, but the door won't quite close correctly.

Man: Hahah, not today car. Not even you can ruin my mood today.

The loafers re-adjust themselves as the man lines up and closes the door, with a loud thud, and a creak as rust falls out. The man's shadow gives a satisfied looking nod.

Man: Like I said car, not today.

With that the whistling picks up again as the camera pulls up revealing a man in a fairly well-worn suede jacket. The man is also rocking a flannel shirt underneath, and surprisingly the man is pulling it off quite well as he whistles his way to the door to the arena parking. The man pauses and smiles broadly looking at the sign labelled NEW.

Man: Excellent! Excellent! Finally, all my years of servitude are being rewarded; I'm finally being called up the big leagues! Again! I seem to call everyplace the big leagues when I show up…Perhaps they aren’t the big league at all but it’s just me…

The man shakes his head for a moment.

Man: Regardless! The newest of the big leagues! I am here at long last!

The man nods, as he pulls out a Fedora and plops it onto his head, a little slip of paper labelled 'Press' is barely visible above the band.

Man: Why hello there Mister Champion, why yes it is me, JACKSON, here to interview you on your upcoming match. Oh what's that? Don't have time; well you'd better make time! I can make you sir, and I can break you! So let's say we sit down and have ourselves a little chit-chat otherwise these incriminating photos are going to find themselves in the right hands.

Jackson smirks a little as he mimes holding out a manila envelope to someone standing off to the side. Jackson pauses and lets out a laugh.

Jackson: Why yes, it could be like that. Or maybe even like...

Jackson pauses as he pulls off his hat, and suddenly his face becomes very stern and serious.

Jackson: Yo Brother! I don't care where you grew up, who you are, or what you've done. Jackson is here, and he's gonna let loose some fisticuffs all up in this Bi-

Jackson cuts himself off short as he's is knocked back by an invisible punch, only to pull his head back up, with a broad sneer on his face.

Jackson: Oh now you've made me mad.

Jackson quickly puts up his dukes and begins to swing them into the air in front of him, ducking and dodging the impressive barrage of invisible blows as not a single blow manages to land on his nimbly moving body. While clearly each of Jackson's mighty blows is landing with pin-point accuracy and deadly precision.

Jackson: I told you! I WARNED YOU!

Jackson yells out as he pulls himself back and readies himself for the final one-two left-right jab-hook combo which knocks down his invisible opponent as Jackson takes a step back and raises his hands above his head, feigning a crowd cheering in the background.

Jackson: And your brand new World Champion is Jackson! Raaahh Raaaah Raaaah!

Jackson raises his hands high up in the air as he lets out another laugh as he leans against the door laughing.

Jackson: It could be like that, or really it could be like any number of things. The possibilities are endless here, and finally I get a chance to spread my wings. Finally I get a chance to step through the threshold and stand upon my own two feet, to live and die by my own hand. What an extravagant feeling this is.

Jackson turns around and faces the door, as he takes a deep breath, his hand trembling as he reaches out to the push lever on the door. With one last gulp of air, Jackson pushes forward and with a clack the door swings open, revealing the hallway inside, where another man is standing, with a wide smile on his face.

Man: Jackson! My good man! So nice of you to join us! Come! I've got our room all set-up!

The man turns and walks down the hallway, as Jackson's eyes slowly widen, and his mouth drops.

Jackson: No...no...nonononononononon...NO!

Jackson slumps back a little, leaning on the door as it suddenly snaps shut under his added weight.

Jackson: Nonononononono…This is supposed to be NEW, this is supposed to be a place where I can stand-up on my own. WHY ARE YOU HERE!

The man stops and turns around, and screws up his face like he's thinking.

Man: Well, clearly I'm here for the same reasons you are, to win fame, fortune, and potentially some parting door prizes.

The man smirks, as he shrugs and turns and starts to walk down the hallway again, chuckling to himself as Jackson is still trying to recover from the initial shock. A few moments pass and Jackson eventually stands up and comes running down the hallway, quickly overtaking the other man and stopping in front of him.

Jackson: Just hold up here! My contract never said anything regarding the fact that you'd be here Hisoka. I don't need to be following you around; I can be my own man here! I can live on my own two feet! I can live and-

Hisoka: Die by your own hand. I know, I heard your dramatic speech, and might I say, excellent job shadowing boxing. Poor bloke never saw it coming.

Hisoka smirks.

Hisoka: And besides did you even read the contract?

Jackson pulls up his a single finger and starts to point it accusingly at Hisoka, jabbing it into his chest with each pause.

Jackson: Why of course I read the contract! What kind of fool wouldn't! I mean, sure it was a few hundred pages and I zoned out a little in the middle...

Jackson's poking becomes less aggressive.

Jackson: I mean I also spilt some coffee on some sections, but I just assumed they weren't important...

Jackson's poking becomes very sad and lethargic.

Jackson: There was also that nice looking lawyer who brought me the contract, kept assuring me I didn't need to read it, all standard stuff....Crap that was you wasn't it?

Hisoka smirks, as he puts on a very straight edged face as he starts talking in a very stern and serious voice.

Hisoka: Why yes, Mister Jackson, it was. And I beseech you to just sign on the dotted line, let me handle the nitty gritty details while you go out and enjoy yourself.

Jackson lets out a heavy sigh as he visibly sags.

Jackson: So I guess this means...

Hisoka nods.

Jackson: And it's contractual?

Hisoka nods again, smirking a little.

Jackson: And I can't?

Hisoka nods again, this time breaking out into a full on grin.

Jackson: ...

Hisoka claps Jackson on the shoulder.

Hisoka: Fret not my dear boy, I will not stand in the way of your aspirations, should you wish to pursue your own goals, and um, what was it? Bring the fisticuffs all up in this Bi-

Jackson: Watch your mouth! We're a family show!

Hisoka looks at Jackson with a confused look.

Hisoka: Since when?

Jackson shrugs.

Jackson: Right now I guess?

Hisoka shrugs in response.

Hisoka: Fair enough.

Hisoka smirks, as he looks at Jackson's depressed face.

Hisoka: Come now, Jackson, don't look so glum. You know we're in for a whole heaping of misadventures, and where would I be without my contractually obligated straight-man/crazy sidekick!

Hisoka cracks a wide grin as he steps around Jackson and down the hallway, as Jackson lets out a sigh one last time.

Jackson: Alright, but just tell me, we won't be doing anything dangerous, or potentially dangerous, or illegal, or slightly illegal...Or...You know what...forget it...Will you at least just tell me what we are going to be doing first off?

Jackson turns down the hallway to face Hisoka, as Hisoka pauses and turns around, a wide grin on his face.

Hisoka: Why Jackson, I thought you'd never ask. We are going in search of a gimmick!

Hisoka beams proudly, as Jackson drops his face into the palm of his hand.

Jackson: I am not wearing a dress!

Jackson turns and starts off down the hallway after Hisoka, a small smile evident on Jackson's face as he catches up with Hisoka. As the two slowly move down the hallway you can hear different suggestions coming from Hisoka for a variety of women's ware, all of which are immediately and sharply shut down by Jackson. The camera slowly turns around back to the arena door, where tucked into the handle of the door in a single playing card. The camera slowly zooms in on the card, revealing the grinning guise of a jester, and as the camera zooms Hisoka's wicked laughter can be heard echoing through the hallway, as everything slowly fades to black.
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