Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 3, 2010 14:00:18 GMT -5
Previously on Sue we've delved briefly into the concept of control. For Tyvola it's nothing new. He's big. He has a hard time communicating. And he's been known to be an engine of destruction. It's not uncommon for people to randomly attempt to control the Jackal of Jwar Isle for their own selfish gain.
With the UGWC it began on that very first day. Robert Ooley signed the Bearded Bastard in an attempt to fluster Moss Edwards. Had it been any other reason Old Bob would have realized Tyvola was less than an ideal 'Entertainment Professional'. Then it was a pair of cast off former color commentators Hanson and Joshman. He would have been their way back into the industry had he registered their presence. Followed shortly by Dr. Hans Lieberjosch in an attempt to find a cash cow. Again his efforts were derailed by Tyvola's one saving grace, Sue.
Sue is the exception. eD cASe, after weeks of waiting to be sacrificed was spared by her notion of his importance in an everlasting war against the Esper. She has even convinced the Hardcore Hermit that he is in some way indebted to the diminutive furry agent. Sue made Tyvola apologize to the out of ear shot Travis Pierce. Sue encourages Tyvola to take a more thoughtful approach to the union with Travis Roberts.
Sue is exceptional. The difference between a calm relaxing vacation 72 hour psychiatric evaluation and the torment of a dozen or more poor souls in a Boston drunk tank is the difference between her sweet lullaby and her unrelenting deep guttural snoring. Sue is the only voice of sanity in Tyvola's world. She is his anchor.
(Tyvola sits in the cold stagnant water of his bath listening to the drips that fall from the exposed water pipes following his match at last weeks Synergy. The usual scowl on his face is replaced with a sense of 'lost'. The doctor shines a bright light into Tyvola's eyes as the knots on his forehead continue to grow to raise.
Tyvola sits silent.)
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(The ringing in his ears is deafening. There is nothing else. No room for anything else but the ringing. He's not aware when the doctor stands up to leave.)
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(Tyvola is oblivious when eD comes over to check on him. Less cognizant to the fact that Travis Roberts is in the room.)
_*gun shot*____*laughter*____________
(eD waves a fluffy little hand in front of the blank nervous glassed eyed glare from Tyvola.)
_______*Where*___________*Gone*______
(eD walks back to Travis hanging his head at the sight of the chicken bucket wearing 'tribute' from Tyvola.)
__*Again*____*Alone*___*Gone*___*Hiding*____
(Travis is preoccupied with his delicacy and the idea of the snake skin alter.)
_*Seeking*___*Hiding and Seeking*______
(The Bearded Bastard shoots from the soak. The stale brown water dripping down his naked hairy body. That's enough for eD to turn back around and Travis to roll his eyes opting to refocus on the magical herb. Tyvola hops out of the bath on wobbly legs and lumbers over to the corner. Instinctually eD follows.)
Tyvola;”Sixty-Seven, Sixty-Eight, Twelve, Eleven, Ten, Thirty-Three, Thirty-.....uh....Three..."
eD – 'Look I'm not sure what happens when you get to whatever the magic number is....'
_*Fun*___*Game*______*Test*__________
eD – '..erm...The Great Sphinx's plan?'
Tyvola; "He..."
(His somber appearance replaced with that of extreme concern. Hopelessness as he scours the room. The kind of look you'd expect to get from someone after asking them to explain how a return, a hair cut, and a shave miraculously made people cheer for the return of the Asian hating drunkard Declan Prescott. As the expressions flash over Tyvola's sun leathered face eD recoils in an effort of self preservation.)
Tyvola; “One Thousand and Twenty, Twenty Three, Twenty Four...One Hundred! Ready or not, here I come!”
(And then he's off. A smiling jiggling mess stomps past eD heaving the sofa up on one end bringing Roberts back to the here and now. He drops it back to the floor jostling 'The Headliner' causing his glasses to fall to the floor. Before 'The Blessed One' can compose a comment Ty is out the door.
The naked Mountain Madman shamelessly dashes from one corner of the arena to the next. Down every hall. Past every employee. Into every room both startling and concerning most. It's not until he's outside, by the dumpsters, does the ringing in his head stop.)
Sue; "JoJI?"
(Her voice is small. Beaten. Tyvola scrambles. Frantically he searches.)
Sue; "Jo...JI..."
(With a single paw he pushes aside the dumpster leaving it roll deep into the parking lot. There on the concrete to his horror is Sue. Two sizable bruises on her forehead continuing to grow. A crimson mask covering her pale skin.)
Sue; "They... I was playing. I found... the perfect... hiding place."
Tyvola; "WHO DID THIS!"
Sue; "It... was the... Brick City... Boyz."
Sue is the anchor. She keeps Tyvola on course. She sets the course as we and a packed saloon witnessed when Raenius unceremoniously through her to the ground. The carpenters are still witnessing the destruction those two left in the wake, and hope to have that pub back open in a couple of weeks.
(It is now late in the week, and we find ourselves in the apartment of eD cASe. Led Zeppelin's 'Immigrant Song' playing in the background. The pizza boxes meticulously arranged in a huge fortress around the take out cartons from the local Chinese place. Travis Roberts is still camped out on the sofa.)
Travis - 'He apologized, but he could have just called 'The TWiSTeD Revolutionary'. He needn't the public apology. In fact an apology was not necessary at all. A simple...'
Sue; "Kill them! Take that bat and shove it so far up Lopes' ass his he gets suspended for cork. MAKE THEM PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID TO ME!"
(This time joining Travis in eD's apartment is Tyvola. He sits in grandiose fashion atop Hasting's Throne. Sue kneeling at his feet and looking up at the Jackal of Jwar Isle. eD lays flat on his back on the floor half way to his bedroom. As if he had given up, and succumbed to the sleep right there.)
Tyvola; "I will make them pay."
(With that eD springs to life. Sitting up in concern. eD looks at Travis who is taken to leaning forward. His elbow on his knee, his smoldering pre-roll in his hand, and his thoughts racing. Then to Tyvola who is leaning back, looking straight ahead, a bruise and hate fills his face. Then finally to his phone sitting on the coffee table.)
With the UGWC it began on that very first day. Robert Ooley signed the Bearded Bastard in an attempt to fluster Moss Edwards. Had it been any other reason Old Bob would have realized Tyvola was less than an ideal 'Entertainment Professional'. Then it was a pair of cast off former color commentators Hanson and Joshman. He would have been their way back into the industry had he registered their presence. Followed shortly by Dr. Hans Lieberjosch in an attempt to find a cash cow. Again his efforts were derailed by Tyvola's one saving grace, Sue.
Sue is the exception. eD cASe, after weeks of waiting to be sacrificed was spared by her notion of his importance in an everlasting war against the Esper. She has even convinced the Hardcore Hermit that he is in some way indebted to the diminutive furry agent. Sue made Tyvola apologize to the out of ear shot Travis Pierce. Sue encourages Tyvola to take a more thoughtful approach to the union with Travis Roberts.
Sue is exceptional. The difference between a calm relaxing vacation 72 hour psychiatric evaluation and the torment of a dozen or more poor souls in a Boston drunk tank is the difference between her sweet lullaby and her unrelenting deep guttural snoring. Sue is the only voice of sanity in Tyvola's world. She is his anchor.
(Tyvola sits in the cold stagnant water of his bath listening to the drips that fall from the exposed water pipes following his match at last weeks Synergy. The usual scowl on his face is replaced with a sense of 'lost'. The doctor shines a bright light into Tyvola's eyes as the knots on his forehead continue to grow to raise.
Tyvola sits silent.)
_____________________________________
(The ringing in his ears is deafening. There is nothing else. No room for anything else but the ringing. He's not aware when the doctor stands up to leave.)
_____________________________________
(Tyvola is oblivious when eD comes over to check on him. Less cognizant to the fact that Travis Roberts is in the room.)
_*gun shot*____*laughter*____________
(eD waves a fluffy little hand in front of the blank nervous glassed eyed glare from Tyvola.)
_______*Where*___________*Gone*______
(eD walks back to Travis hanging his head at the sight of the chicken bucket wearing 'tribute' from Tyvola.)
__*Again*____*Alone*___*Gone*___*Hiding*____
(Travis is preoccupied with his delicacy and the idea of the snake skin alter.)
_*Seeking*___*Hiding and Seeking*______
(The Bearded Bastard shoots from the soak. The stale brown water dripping down his naked hairy body. That's enough for eD to turn back around and Travis to roll his eyes opting to refocus on the magical herb. Tyvola hops out of the bath on wobbly legs and lumbers over to the corner. Instinctually eD follows.)
Tyvola;”Sixty-Seven, Sixty-Eight, Twelve, Eleven, Ten, Thirty-Three, Thirty-.....uh....Three..."
eD – 'Look I'm not sure what happens when you get to whatever the magic number is....'
_*Fun*___*Game*______*Test*__________
eD – '..erm...The Great Sphinx's plan?'
Tyvola; "He..."
(His somber appearance replaced with that of extreme concern. Hopelessness as he scours the room. The kind of look you'd expect to get from someone after asking them to explain how a return, a hair cut, and a shave miraculously made people cheer for the return of the Asian hating drunkard Declan Prescott. As the expressions flash over Tyvola's sun leathered face eD recoils in an effort of self preservation.)
Tyvola; “One Thousand and Twenty, Twenty Three, Twenty Four...One Hundred! Ready or not, here I come!”
(And then he's off. A smiling jiggling mess stomps past eD heaving the sofa up on one end bringing Roberts back to the here and now. He drops it back to the floor jostling 'The Headliner' causing his glasses to fall to the floor. Before 'The Blessed One' can compose a comment Ty is out the door.
The naked Mountain Madman shamelessly dashes from one corner of the arena to the next. Down every hall. Past every employee. Into every room both startling and concerning most. It's not until he's outside, by the dumpsters, does the ringing in his head stop.)
Sue; "JoJI?"
(Her voice is small. Beaten. Tyvola scrambles. Frantically he searches.)
Sue; "Jo...JI..."
(With a single paw he pushes aside the dumpster leaving it roll deep into the parking lot. There on the concrete to his horror is Sue. Two sizable bruises on her forehead continuing to grow. A crimson mask covering her pale skin.)
Sue; "They... I was playing. I found... the perfect... hiding place."
Tyvola; "WHO DID THIS!"
Sue; "It... was the... Brick City... Boyz."
Sue is the anchor. She keeps Tyvola on course. She sets the course as we and a packed saloon witnessed when Raenius unceremoniously through her to the ground. The carpenters are still witnessing the destruction those two left in the wake, and hope to have that pub back open in a couple of weeks.
~*~*~
(It is now late in the week, and we find ourselves in the apartment of eD cASe. Led Zeppelin's 'Immigrant Song' playing in the background. The pizza boxes meticulously arranged in a huge fortress around the take out cartons from the local Chinese place. Travis Roberts is still camped out on the sofa.)
Travis - 'He apologized, but he could have just called 'The TWiSTeD Revolutionary'. He needn't the public apology. In fact an apology was not necessary at all. A simple...'
Sue; "Kill them! Take that bat and shove it so far up Lopes' ass his he gets suspended for cork. MAKE THEM PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID TO ME!"
(This time joining Travis in eD's apartment is Tyvola. He sits in grandiose fashion atop Hasting's Throne. Sue kneeling at his feet and looking up at the Jackal of Jwar Isle. eD lays flat on his back on the floor half way to his bedroom. As if he had given up, and succumbed to the sleep right there.)
Tyvola; "I will make them pay."
(With that eD springs to life. Sitting up in concern. eD looks at Travis who is taken to leaning forward. His elbow on his knee, his smoldering pre-roll in his hand, and his thoughts racing. Then to Tyvola who is leaning back, looking straight ahead, a bruise and hate fills his face. Then finally to his phone sitting on the coffee table.)