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Fade into the Spotlight
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Topic Started: Mar 28 2012, 10:34 PM (188 Views)
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Hisoka
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Mar 28 2012, 10:34 PM
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Many people dislike losing, but I rather enjoy it on some level. This isn't to say I don't enjoy winning as much as the next person, but the discovery that occurs from a loss is always so much more rewarding to me then what I learn from winning a match. Instead of learning that I've got nothing else to gain, I instead learn where my shortcomings are, where my weakness lay, and how people are going to exploit them. These are so much more useful to me then any single win will. But despite knowing this intellectually, I still can't squelch that guttural instinctual urge that we all have that drives us to perfection. This growling voice on the inside that screams out whenever we lose, and makes us want to ignore it and write it off as a fluke. That driving force which makes us hate losing, while putting us into a situation where we must constantly embrace it. And what do we gain from constantly embracing our most hated enemy? The simple ecstasy of winning and a chance to do it all again.
- the musings of a jester
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The scene cuts in to Hisoka slowly pulling clothes out of a trunk and carefully folding them up and placing them into a suitcase. After carefully placing each article into the case, Hisoka grabs a bottle sitting on a nearby table and takes a big swig from it, before slamming it back onto the table and grabbing a shirt.
Hisoka: No matter how much I drink...I just can't wipe the bitter taste of defeat from my mouth...
Hisoka folds up the shirt and hastily places it into the suitcase, before grabbing the bottle and hastily glugging down more of the amber liquid.
Hisoka: This must be my punishment for the hedonistic pleasures I allowed myself during my reign...But no more...Now instead of tasting milk and honey.
Hisoka goes to pick up another shirt, but instead grabs the bottle and looks at it for a second before hurling it across the room where it smashes into a wall sending an amber coloured spray everywhere.
Hisoka: IT'S ALL JUST SOOT AND ASH!
Hisoka, now breathing heavily, slowly turns back around and grabs another shirt and just rams it into the suitcase as Jackson comes strolling in, and looks at the splatter on the wall.
Jackson: You know, I don't mind that you are stealing our apple juice, but could you not destroy the bottles? I get the deposit back on those.
Hisoka slams the trunk shut as he turns around and stares angrily at Jackson.
Hisoka: Oh I'm SO glad this is all just some joke to you! I'm SO glad we can all just sit around and laugh and play games while everything I've worked for just withers and dies around me! HAHAHA!! LET'S ALL SING AND BE MERRY ABOUT MY FORTH COMING DOOM!
Hisoka reaches over to where the bottle was, and grabs at air as he looks over at it angrily.
Hisoka: And I can't even drown my sorrows in 100% pure juice either...This is the misery my existence is reduced too now...
Jackson just sighs as he shakes his head.
Jackson: What misery? You lost a match. Big deal. This isn't the first one you've lost, and it probably won't be the last. Just chin up and move on to the next guy, I don't see what the cause of this type of uproar.
Hisoka slams his fist onto the table.
Hisoka: Dammit Jackson! What matters is not just that I lost! But I lost everything I've worked for! No longer will the crowd chant my name...No more with my name ring true with the word champion...That, Jackson, is the cause of this uproar!
Hisoka sighs as he turns around and looks over at a mirror mounted on the wall.
Hisoka: And to make matters worse...just look at me...
Hisoka stretches out his arms and poses slightly, as Jackson looks on unimpressed.
Hisoka: Worthless. That's what I am right now. Absolutely worthless. Lost the British Championship to someone who doesn't even drink tea. Why I bet he even drives on the right side of the road.
Jackson sighs.
Jackson: You know, just because it says it's British doesn't mean you have to be-
Hisoka turns and shoots Jackson an ice cold glare as he cuts him off mid-sentence.
Hisoka: Now Jackson. I know you aren't going to start talking nonsense to me are you? I know you aren't going to say something incredibly asinine and stupid like 'The British Championship doesn't need tea or crazy lumberjack matches'. I know you have better sense then that, don't you?
Jackson just shakes his head.
Jackson: Sometimes I wonder about that...
Hisoka turns back to admonishing himself in the mirror.
Hisoka: I'm absolutely worthless...But I guess I should have known that the meteoric rise had to stop at some point. And I'd come crashing back down into Earth Really I should of been preparing for it all along...But live an learn I guess.
Hisoka sighs remorsefully.
Hisoka: I guess it's time for me to just resign myself to my fate and begin the slow descent down into the side-show carnival wrestling act.
Hisoka takes a seat on the trunk, as he looks up absently.
Hisoka: Sure it starts off nice enough, wrestling a horde of midgets, maybe a blind man. But then comes the slow descent into gimmicks, and before you know it you are fighting a mongol wearing a straw hat and slanted eyes.
Hisoka breathes in deeply, as he claps his hands onto his knees as Jackson sort of freezes a little in shock.
Hisoka: So I figure I'll just save everyone the trouble of watching slowly fade into obscurity and I'll just jump ahead of the curve for once.
Hisoka smirks as he looks over at Jackson.
Hisoka: I'm leaving Jackson. I'm returning to my roots where I can fight the vertically challenged, and eventually a foreigner for cheap laughs and a scrap of food. Who knows, I might even headline and fight foreign midgets! Ah, the dazzling heights that lay before me.
Hisoka smirks as he hops back to his feet and pulls open the trunk lid and pulls out some more clothes and begins to push them onto the top of the suitcase.
Hisoka: So tell me Jackson, who was I scheduled to do battle with this week? I expect a slow start to my descent, probably the guido in some kind of tanning and hair styling match I expect.
Jackson sort of looks around nervously.
Jackson: Oh you aren't even close...
Hisoka looks over at the suitcase, which is now over stuffed as he begins to pull off some of the items on top and inspects them before putting them back into the trunk.
Hisoka: Not even close? Must be starting slower then I though...Has to be someone wearing a mask then right?
Jackson shakes his head again and chuckles slightly.
Jackson: A little warmer?
Hisoka begins to close the lid of the suitcase, which is still overstuffed, but after leaning on it he manages to snap it shut. Hisoka nods approvingly as he picks up the suitcase and turns to face Jackson.
Hisoka: Then out with it man! Let's not keep at this guessing game all day! I've got midgets to train!
Hisoka turns back around and opens the lid of the trunk and places the suitcase inside as he closes the trunk lid and nods happily as he picks up the trunk and tests it's weight. Jackson just sighs as he shakes his head.
Jackson: Mongo...The Mongoloid.
Hisoka pauses a moment, as he sets down the trunk and turns and faces Jackson. Hisoka reaches over to the table where the juice was earlier and grabs at where the bottle used to be. Hisoka pulls the invisible bottle up and takes a long slow drink from it, before doing a spit-take as he sets the bottle back down.
Hisoka: WHAT?!? I knew I was going into a down slump...But the Mongoloid already? They really aren't cutting me any slack are they...
Hisoka stumbles back and falls onto the trunk looking rather distraught.
Hisoka: I figured I'd skip ahead a few weeks and jump straight to midgets...but Mongoloid? That's at least 2 months down the road...
Hisoka buries his head into his hands as he shakes his head back and forth.
Jackson: Oh come on! It's not that bad! I'm sure you two will..would of had a great match!
Jackson goes to take a step forward, then pulls back as he thinks for a moment, then takes a step forward looking ecstatic.
Jackson: But look, if you stick around, you are the challenger again! You've got that hunger inside of you now! You can show everyone you aren't just going to be restricted to your past glories! You can climb up and maybe even challenge the world!
Hisoka lets out an anguished yell.
Hisoka: You don't understand do you Jackson? I'm finished. Done. Kaput. Nothing left to give. They've seen this and are already booking me into the side-show. How much plainer do I need to spell this out for you.
Hisoka gets up as he throws open the trunk and grabs the suitcase from inside and sets it back down as he unlatches it causing it to fly open.
Hisoka: There's no point in even leaving now if I'm already being booked in the foreigner match...Might as well save myself a bus fee.
Hisoka sighs as he grabs a handful of clothes and places them into the trunk.
Hisoka: Here I thought I'd save everyone the trouble of watching my descent into obscurity, but no! They won't even let me do that right!
Hisoka grabs another handful of clothes and slams it viciously into the trunk. Hisoka goes to grab another handful, but just grabs the suitcase as he turns it upside dumping the contents into the trunk. Hisoka pulls the suitcase off to the side and sets it back down and closes it, before tossing the suitcase back into the trunk and slamming the lid shut. Hisoka turns around and looks at Jackson, his eyes on fire.
Hisoka: Come Jackson! We have work to do! And Mongoloids to study. They can defer me to the side-show all they want, but I will not go quietly into the night! NOT ANYMORE!
Hisoka takes a step forward as Jackson just looks on shaking his head.
Jackson: You get worked up over the strangest things...
Hisoka walks towards the door of the locker room, pondering aloud as he goes.
Hisoka: I'm going to need a horse. Possibly two. And a falcon. They use falcons right? Bird of prey and what not? And a bow...
Hisoka pauses as he looks over at Jackson.
Hisoka: Well? Are you just going to stand there? Or do I have to fight off this oncoming horde myself?
Jackson just shrugs as he walks towards him as both men turn to leave the room. The camera slowly pans around to the top of the chest, revealing the grinning guise of a jester. The camera slowly zooms in on the grinning guise, as Hisoka's maniacal laughter slowly fills the room as everything fades to black.
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