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| Date of RP: 11/14/02 Current Record: 0/0/0 Current Accomplishments: |
~~The view is that of static, unconstant, skittish,
and fragmented. The static cuts and we get a shot of the ground in the
streetlight. The pavement is slick with rainwater, and watery mud dribbles
between a pair of massive and battered combat boots. We hear a voice
off-screen.~~ KMD: Is that thing on yet? Yeah? Good. ~~The camera difts upscreen to a shot of the side of a head, KMD, wearing a beret and looking up at the night sky wearing mirrorshades. Rain patters down on the glass and splashes, and then dribbles down the already-drenched leather trenchcoat's lapel. KMD scratches his beard and continues to look off into the distance; out past the empty intersection and neon lights glowing in the non-business hours. A bus pulls into view in front of KMD. KMD continues to stare out, possibly noting each individual on that bus, as few as it may be, or just looking to see.~~ KMD: Heh...a bus. The scary thing about public transportation is that you never know when it might just shut down, stranding each person riding it on a street corner looking for another bus, or wreck and...well, cause it's destruction. I was down in South Side the other day, and after a night of carousing the bars, I got on a bus to ride home, and wouldn't you guess the thing broke down 3 blocks after I got on? I had to stand there for an hour before I could catch another bus. At least it was raining...the college kids hated that. ~~KMD snuffles and looks away as the bus pulls away from the stop. A couple of young girls walk by, pulling out an umbrella. He stares at the ground a moment, and then looks back up at the camera.~~ KMD: I knew better than to put my faith in someone else, someone that I couldn't control. I knew better, but I did it anyway. Why? ~~He turns and begins to walk down the street, the camera follows in front. He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground as he talks.~~ KMD: I didn't want to drive. ~~Pause. He continues to watch the ground, stepping from side-to-side occassionally.~~ KMD: That isn't going to be the way we're doing it this time around. I'm no longer letting anyone drive for me. I've learned that when someone is out of your control, no longer as close as they once were, they become a wild-card, willing to root you out if it helps them in any way. Such is the case with a certain young protege of mine...he decided that it was time for the fledgling to fly, so he mustered all his strength, all the strength a pitiful little sparrow could muster, and pulled himself out of the nest, inching claw over claw to bring himself closer to the edge. He reached the top and could look out all over the world...it was no longer the mystery it once was...he saw things he had never seen. He didn't realize it, but he had a little bit of help on the way...that mother bird softly pushing him towards his goal. He reached the edge of the nest and gazed out over the world. After that, it was just a matter of faith in seeing if he could do it, if he could fly. Time will tell if he will indeed fly, or if he will go crashing to the ground, like so many of his distant cousins before him. This story is still unfinished...the outcome is still yet to be seen. We'll see, we'll see. ~~Another pause. KMD steps to the left and stops at an intersection, still looking at the ground.~~ CAMERA GUY: Why do you keep stepping back and forth? ~~KMD looks up at the camera, blank expression across his face.~~ KMD: There's dog shit on the sidewalk man.; I'm not about to walk in that. Doesn't really matter, though, I suppose. You picked up most of it as you walked in front of me. ~~The camera jiggles a little as the cameraman quite evidently is checking his shoes. KMD turns away and starts to cross the street, out of view of the camera.~~ CAMERA GUY: SHIT! KMD: (From off screen) Yes, it is. ~~The camera rattles back and forth, and then blurs as it catches back up with KMD, now staring off into the distance down the street. He stops.~~ KMD: I always enjoyed the city at night...so quiet you can almost hear the people dream. Even the most destitute can own the city at night...taking in their city, the great monstosity that consumes, watches over, and protects us..."Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods..." -Emerson. ~~KMD leans against a stone wall, looking off into the night. A garbage truck can be heard somewhere behind him.~~ KMD: Well that killed the moment. You know what also kills moments? Steroid-pumping assheads who decide to barge in on moments of victory. I have to admit, Stan, you did catch me off-guard...but that will the the last time KMD is caught off-guard. I see you have shedded some of those pesky brain cell things and picked up some pure, lean beef. What does it feel like to be the star in an antidrug commercial? Do you pick up all the chicks you've dreamed of, or has the missus put a stop to that? ~~He pauses, snuffles deeply, and then hawks a loogie into the street.~~ KMD: Gah...big one. I'm just hoping you didn't get rusty on us...otherwise it would seem you are in for a world of hurt. I know you can drink with the best of them, maybe not keep up with me, but eh...but drink nonetheless, but are you still up to what you could do back in the day? Can you still go toe-to-toe with an over-active and wild rookie? Can you keep up with the precision, accuracy, and experience of a grizzled vetern? Yeah, bah, ya can say you did that the other night, but thats different, kid. Thats much different...I was just fooling around, never being one to turn down a fight. ~~KMD stands up and looks at the camera.~~ KMD: I don't always fool around...you know that. ~~He turns and begins to walk down the street again. The camera turns and follows in front.~~ KMD: Just remember this before you comit to anything...the fed you're looking to break into is my fed. This is the house that KMD built, and he'll be damned that any imitator is going to come in and try to take it away from him...you don't do that shit. This Pittbull has this bone firmly in his maw, and if you even try to make a grab at that bone, he'll take that hand of yours right off...friend or enemy. I know you, Ember, I know the size of your ego...comparable to almost even mine...but this fed just doesn't have the capacity to house both of us...not now. If you do weasel your way into this fed, I'm just going to have to take a couple notches out of that ego, make sure it fits snug and tight into our little disfunctional puzzle. ~~He stops and holds the camera, as if telling it to stay.~~ KMD: Why can I do that? ~~KMD turns away from the camera and begins to walk away. He turns at the corner.~~ KMD: Because I'm the Once and Forever King of Legends. How do ya like them apples? ~~He turns and walks off screen, singing to himself...~~ KMD: (Off screen) "...you crazy baby bathsheba, i wancha you're suffocating you need a good shed i'm tired of living, shebe, so gimme dead..." ~~The camera slowly fades to black...~~ |
