Post by Mr. Showtime on Mar 26, 2006 14:47:07 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in some vast jungle. All around you, you can see trees surrounding you. It’s all so green that it may actually blow your mind. The is a bit of land around that doesn’t have trees but that is mainly just the shore line of this river that is the center point of the camera shot. It seems to stretch out for about a half of a mile, with the river’s murky greenish tone. The sun is beating down hard and it’s reflecting off of the water. It’s hot. When I say it’s hot I mean the armpit of hell hot around these parts. This kind of place is the type where most people from the States and the rest of the cultured world steer clear of. There is a sound of the mixture of wildlife like something out of one of those nature compact discs, except the noise it almost deafening and it’s far surpasses the melody that those relaxation discs portray. After a few moments of just the sound of the wildlife there is a loud humming hear.)
(Closer and closer the noise is coming and the slight humming turns into the sound of a motor. As that noise mixes into the background into the scene appears a small metallic boat. There are only two people aboard the tiny vessel as one sits in the front and the other is in the back steering. The man in the back is dressed in a dirty white t-shirt with a pair of short cut off shorts and a large straw hat. On the other hand the man in the front is wearing a tan designer suit with a large matching hat and a metal plate on his face. Though the identity of the person in the back is unknown the person in the front is clearly “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Showtime has been known to have done a mass amount of traveling in his day. He is largely known all over Europe and in Japan. This place though is neither of those places. It is said that he has done other traveling, the sort of traveling that many never hear of. But this remote location’s meaning s about to make a bit more sense, if you can call it that.)
(Silently Showtime sits in the front of the boat, as the man maneuvers through the winding river. The humming of the boat begins to fade into the noise of nature, and the boat pulls over to the river’s shoreline. The man that had been steering hops out of the boat quickly and pulls the tiny vessel onto the shore. He securely ties the boat to one of the closest trees, and then helps Mr. Showtime out of the boat. He begins to speak in a language that is even unknown to me. Showtime not understanding what the man was saying just nods. The man seems to know that Showtime has absolutely no idea what he is rambling on about so he begins to point into the woods. Showtime begins to look at the man with a confused look.)
Showtime: Wait! You’re not coming?
(The man shakes his head violently and begins to wave his pointed finger towards the jungle deep. The man hops back into the boat and sits back with a look of terror on his face. In any language fear is said the same way on one’s face. Showtime, knowing that from here on out he is on his own he walked towards the nearest clearing. It wasn’t a path just the path with the least amount of trees and he disappears into it.)
(Now that Showtime has entered this place the sun has almost vanished other then the small rays of light that has manages to sneak through the jungle top. After a few moments Showtime was sure he was already lost in this maze. When he looks back he could no longer see the opening that he began to tread through and all that was in front of him were trees and vines. He didn’t come all this way though just to turn back and run, so he continues on. Pushing away branch after vine and vine after branch he was getting no where fast. Or at least he was getting even more lost. Suddenly Showtime stops. There is something to his right, but what was it? In here it could be anything, a small animal or maybe some sort of predator. Showtime looks to his left now where there is something else heard, and as he begins to look towards the original noise to find that trouble has found him. Resting on his right shoulder and pointing into his neck is a large wooden spear with an extremely sharp point. Showtime stays still as it seems that he has more on his plate then he bargained for.)
(As quick as it started Showtime reacts and rips the spear out of the native’s hands and cracks the butt of the spear across his face. Dropping him like immediately, but as Showtime turns his attention back towards his front there are a dozen some odd natives glaring at him with spears drawn. Showtime is brave but not dumb, so he drops his spear and stands his ground he raises his hand and points ahead. There is a commotion of words that couldn’t be understood and clicks as the group conversed. This in the back of the group there is a very low bellowing laugh heard. As the laughter comes closer there is a very round short man that was hanging in the back. This man was wearing only a large assorted head dress and a loin cloth.)
Man: My good friend what are you doing here?
Showtime: Shewalla? You have really let yourself go my friend.
(As the two men shake hands heartily the large man turns to the small tribe behind him and they all lower their spears. You see, Showtime has been here before. Many years ago and was welcomed by the chieftain of these people. Some time back Showtime had come here with a group of tree huggers. Not that Showtime was one of them he just wanted to se place that no one has ever. What had happened was that those missionaries taught these people some English, mainly the chieftain and some of the higher up of the tribe. There in came the problem, those missionaries where only there to change these native people and were eventually ran out by this innately violent people. The only good thing that came out of this was that Showtime was so curious about these people he tried to work with them. Learning their culture and teaching them some of his own, but never forcing his will on any of them. This extreme show of respect put him in good with the no chieftain, then only the chieftain’s son Shewalla. It sounds a bit ridiculous but the showing of respect to people who never generally receive it, it received greatly.)
(But sadly Showtime was not here to catch up on old times. As the two men walk and talk about things that don’t really apply to why he was there, mainly doing the mingling thing. He did though explain the incident that had just happened and that was why he was there. Showtime had just visited one of the best doctors in the states, but to no avail there was nothing that could be done for his scorned face. In these jungles though, there is great medicines that grow all around them. Maybe there is something that these primitive people could do to help him. It was worth a shot.)
(The group makes it to the village, which is a wonder for anyone to see. There is an assortment of huts spread out through out the clearing and around the edges of the settlement in the trees there were a few also. The rest of the group vanishes back into the jungles and their respected huts. No one dares to come out, due to the stories of the evil white man, but no one attacks for the chieftain leads this foreigner around. The chieftain leads Showtime to a large hut that is off to the back skirts of the village.)
Showtime: Thank you my friend for the hospitality but I am not here for fun….
Shewalla: Me understand why you have come. He already knows that you were coming.
Showtime: What?
Shewalla: Please do not forget what it was that you learn here all those moons ago.
Showtime: How ignorant of me thank you…Wait I have two requests though.
Shewalla: What is it my friend?
Showtime: There is a man that is sitting in a boat at your river entrance. Please send a few people over there and scare him senseless, and bring him back here. I honestly don’t want anything to happen to him or I am stuck here longer then I could afford to.
Shewalla: Ha Ha Ha!!! It will be done. Now, for the other request.
Showtime: Apologize to the man that I hit back in the jungle. I never meant any of your people.
Shewalla: Thank you my friend. It will also be done.
(The large chieftain walks away entering another hut, as Showtime takes a deep breath and enters the home of the man that was waiting for him. Showtime walks in and the outside of this hut dose not give the inside justice. There are bones of animals everywhere along with a few skins. There is a small fire burning and a table in the middle of the room. A vast cloud of smoke fills the room and Showtime almost thinks that the hut has ignited but from the smoke walks a menacing looking man. He is tall and slender with a huge ceremonial head dress and a skirt mad of animal skins and bird feathers. The man’s face was painted white unlike the rest of his black body. The stern look on his face sits a minute as he stares almost through Showtime. The look of hate vanishes as a toothless smile races across the man’s face. This was undoubtedly the witch doctor of the tribe and he seems to recognize Showtime.)
Showtime: Lasockawilli!
Lasockawilli: Michael! I have been waiting for you.
Showtime: I have heard. You always did amaze me.
Lasockawilli: Now please rest your tired feet here and sit with me.
(Showtime sits down at the table as the witch doctor grabs two clay cups, a large greenish bowl, and a hide skin pouch. Lasockawilli sets the dish in the middle of the table and give one of the clay cups to Showtime, which is filled with fresh water.)[/i]
Showtime: I am here for your….
Lasockawilli: I already know why you are here. If it was for nothing more then the mask that covers your scars.
Showtime: Would you like…
Lasockawilli: I have already seen it.
Showtime: What?
Lasockawilli: I do see all, and unfortunately all the medicines of the jungle will not be able to fix what has been done. I am sorry. But please do not be disheartened, please gaze with me into this. I will add the water to the dish and a few of these.
(The witch doctor adds his cup of water to the green dish and adds a few things out of the hide skin pouch. He begins to swirl it around with his fingers and begins to chant think that would make your skin crawl. Actually, Showtime had got use to it when he was originally there, but still it gave him shivers. The chanting continues and the dark man’s eyes begin to roll into the back of his head. He raises his hands and a small bang comes from the dish and smoke begins to rise.)
Lasockawilli: I have seen it. I have seen you future and it can lead in two ways.
Showtime: I don’t understand.
Lasockawilli: One you are taking the elf entirely too lightly. If you are no careful he could run you down. There is a fire that is light high in that one. Careful, if you are too concerned with your own self then you will faultier.
Showtime: Okay…
Lasockawilli: Secondly the dark one. The evil in him grows greater. Tread easy around him or great harm will come to you.
Showtime: I am not afraid of that piece of…
Lasockawilli: Please Michael know that there is a great difference in fear and care. I know the will that is buried deep inside of you and there is no one stronger. Just take heed in this words if you are not careful, I may be more then the side of your face that you lose. It’s beginning to get hazy here I think that I am not suppose to revile more to you.
Showtime: But wait…What about my face? Will I ever…
Lasockawilli: That is all that I can share with you my friend. I am sorry. The gods work in mysterious ways. They show me all that I can know or all that you can know.
Showtime: Thank you then. I will take you words with me. You have helped a great deal.
Lasockawilli: I am sorry though that it was not the answers that you were looking for.
Showtime: Still thank you.
(Showtime bows slightly at the great witch doctor and though his journey has just begun, he feels that so much was accomplished here. Showtime was ready to leave though and Lasockawilli has taken his attention way from Showtime and towards his entrance way. In falls the navigator of the boat. He is sobbing like a little girl and is sitting at the feet of Showtime. Afraid to look up he notices that the man in front of him was wearing shoes, the only one including himself. He slowly scans the legs of Showtime and finally reaches his face, or what’s left of it. The fallen man latches onto Showtime’s legs so happy that he almost urinated himself. Showtime shakes the man off and leaves the hut ready to return to the boat. As Showtime exits the man takes one look at the witch doctor and scurries out of the hut. The witch doctor begins to laugh and it echoes all through the area. As it echoes the scene fades to black and cuts to snow.)
(Closer and closer the noise is coming and the slight humming turns into the sound of a motor. As that noise mixes into the background into the scene appears a small metallic boat. There are only two people aboard the tiny vessel as one sits in the front and the other is in the back steering. The man in the back is dressed in a dirty white t-shirt with a pair of short cut off shorts and a large straw hat. On the other hand the man in the front is wearing a tan designer suit with a large matching hat and a metal plate on his face. Though the identity of the person in the back is unknown the person in the front is clearly “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Showtime has been known to have done a mass amount of traveling in his day. He is largely known all over Europe and in Japan. This place though is neither of those places. It is said that he has done other traveling, the sort of traveling that many never hear of. But this remote location’s meaning s about to make a bit more sense, if you can call it that.)
(Silently Showtime sits in the front of the boat, as the man maneuvers through the winding river. The humming of the boat begins to fade into the noise of nature, and the boat pulls over to the river’s shoreline. The man that had been steering hops out of the boat quickly and pulls the tiny vessel onto the shore. He securely ties the boat to one of the closest trees, and then helps Mr. Showtime out of the boat. He begins to speak in a language that is even unknown to me. Showtime not understanding what the man was saying just nods. The man seems to know that Showtime has absolutely no idea what he is rambling on about so he begins to point into the woods. Showtime begins to look at the man with a confused look.)
Showtime: Wait! You’re not coming?
(The man shakes his head violently and begins to wave his pointed finger towards the jungle deep. The man hops back into the boat and sits back with a look of terror on his face. In any language fear is said the same way on one’s face. Showtime, knowing that from here on out he is on his own he walked towards the nearest clearing. It wasn’t a path just the path with the least amount of trees and he disappears into it.)
(Now that Showtime has entered this place the sun has almost vanished other then the small rays of light that has manages to sneak through the jungle top. After a few moments Showtime was sure he was already lost in this maze. When he looks back he could no longer see the opening that he began to tread through and all that was in front of him were trees and vines. He didn’t come all this way though just to turn back and run, so he continues on. Pushing away branch after vine and vine after branch he was getting no where fast. Or at least he was getting even more lost. Suddenly Showtime stops. There is something to his right, but what was it? In here it could be anything, a small animal or maybe some sort of predator. Showtime looks to his left now where there is something else heard, and as he begins to look towards the original noise to find that trouble has found him. Resting on his right shoulder and pointing into his neck is a large wooden spear with an extremely sharp point. Showtime stays still as it seems that he has more on his plate then he bargained for.)
(As quick as it started Showtime reacts and rips the spear out of the native’s hands and cracks the butt of the spear across his face. Dropping him like immediately, but as Showtime turns his attention back towards his front there are a dozen some odd natives glaring at him with spears drawn. Showtime is brave but not dumb, so he drops his spear and stands his ground he raises his hand and points ahead. There is a commotion of words that couldn’t be understood and clicks as the group conversed. This in the back of the group there is a very low bellowing laugh heard. As the laughter comes closer there is a very round short man that was hanging in the back. This man was wearing only a large assorted head dress and a loin cloth.)
Man: My good friend what are you doing here?
Showtime: Shewalla? You have really let yourself go my friend.
(As the two men shake hands heartily the large man turns to the small tribe behind him and they all lower their spears. You see, Showtime has been here before. Many years ago and was welcomed by the chieftain of these people. Some time back Showtime had come here with a group of tree huggers. Not that Showtime was one of them he just wanted to se place that no one has ever. What had happened was that those missionaries taught these people some English, mainly the chieftain and some of the higher up of the tribe. There in came the problem, those missionaries where only there to change these native people and were eventually ran out by this innately violent people. The only good thing that came out of this was that Showtime was so curious about these people he tried to work with them. Learning their culture and teaching them some of his own, but never forcing his will on any of them. This extreme show of respect put him in good with the no chieftain, then only the chieftain’s son Shewalla. It sounds a bit ridiculous but the showing of respect to people who never generally receive it, it received greatly.)
(But sadly Showtime was not here to catch up on old times. As the two men walk and talk about things that don’t really apply to why he was there, mainly doing the mingling thing. He did though explain the incident that had just happened and that was why he was there. Showtime had just visited one of the best doctors in the states, but to no avail there was nothing that could be done for his scorned face. In these jungles though, there is great medicines that grow all around them. Maybe there is something that these primitive people could do to help him. It was worth a shot.)
(The group makes it to the village, which is a wonder for anyone to see. There is an assortment of huts spread out through out the clearing and around the edges of the settlement in the trees there were a few also. The rest of the group vanishes back into the jungles and their respected huts. No one dares to come out, due to the stories of the evil white man, but no one attacks for the chieftain leads this foreigner around. The chieftain leads Showtime to a large hut that is off to the back skirts of the village.)
Showtime: Thank you my friend for the hospitality but I am not here for fun….
Shewalla: Me understand why you have come. He already knows that you were coming.
Showtime: What?
Shewalla: Please do not forget what it was that you learn here all those moons ago.
Showtime: How ignorant of me thank you…Wait I have two requests though.
Shewalla: What is it my friend?
Showtime: There is a man that is sitting in a boat at your river entrance. Please send a few people over there and scare him senseless, and bring him back here. I honestly don’t want anything to happen to him or I am stuck here longer then I could afford to.
Shewalla: Ha Ha Ha!!! It will be done. Now, for the other request.
Showtime: Apologize to the man that I hit back in the jungle. I never meant any of your people.
Shewalla: Thank you my friend. It will also be done.
(The large chieftain walks away entering another hut, as Showtime takes a deep breath and enters the home of the man that was waiting for him. Showtime walks in and the outside of this hut dose not give the inside justice. There are bones of animals everywhere along with a few skins. There is a small fire burning and a table in the middle of the room. A vast cloud of smoke fills the room and Showtime almost thinks that the hut has ignited but from the smoke walks a menacing looking man. He is tall and slender with a huge ceremonial head dress and a skirt mad of animal skins and bird feathers. The man’s face was painted white unlike the rest of his black body. The stern look on his face sits a minute as he stares almost through Showtime. The look of hate vanishes as a toothless smile races across the man’s face. This was undoubtedly the witch doctor of the tribe and he seems to recognize Showtime.)
Showtime: Lasockawilli!
Lasockawilli: Michael! I have been waiting for you.
Showtime: I have heard. You always did amaze me.
Lasockawilli: Now please rest your tired feet here and sit with me.
(Showtime sits down at the table as the witch doctor grabs two clay cups, a large greenish bowl, and a hide skin pouch. Lasockawilli sets the dish in the middle of the table and give one of the clay cups to Showtime, which is filled with fresh water.)[/i]
Showtime: I am here for your….
Lasockawilli: I already know why you are here. If it was for nothing more then the mask that covers your scars.
Showtime: Would you like…
Lasockawilli: I have already seen it.
Showtime: What?
Lasockawilli: I do see all, and unfortunately all the medicines of the jungle will not be able to fix what has been done. I am sorry. But please do not be disheartened, please gaze with me into this. I will add the water to the dish and a few of these.
(The witch doctor adds his cup of water to the green dish and adds a few things out of the hide skin pouch. He begins to swirl it around with his fingers and begins to chant think that would make your skin crawl. Actually, Showtime had got use to it when he was originally there, but still it gave him shivers. The chanting continues and the dark man’s eyes begin to roll into the back of his head. He raises his hands and a small bang comes from the dish and smoke begins to rise.)
Lasockawilli: I have seen it. I have seen you future and it can lead in two ways.
Showtime: I don’t understand.
Lasockawilli: One you are taking the elf entirely too lightly. If you are no careful he could run you down. There is a fire that is light high in that one. Careful, if you are too concerned with your own self then you will faultier.
Showtime: Okay…
Lasockawilli: Secondly the dark one. The evil in him grows greater. Tread easy around him or great harm will come to you.
Showtime: I am not afraid of that piece of…
Lasockawilli: Please Michael know that there is a great difference in fear and care. I know the will that is buried deep inside of you and there is no one stronger. Just take heed in this words if you are not careful, I may be more then the side of your face that you lose. It’s beginning to get hazy here I think that I am not suppose to revile more to you.
Showtime: But wait…What about my face? Will I ever…
Lasockawilli: That is all that I can share with you my friend. I am sorry. The gods work in mysterious ways. They show me all that I can know or all that you can know.
Showtime: Thank you then. I will take you words with me. You have helped a great deal.
Lasockawilli: I am sorry though that it was not the answers that you were looking for.
Showtime: Still thank you.
(Showtime bows slightly at the great witch doctor and though his journey has just begun, he feels that so much was accomplished here. Showtime was ready to leave though and Lasockawilli has taken his attention way from Showtime and towards his entrance way. In falls the navigator of the boat. He is sobbing like a little girl and is sitting at the feet of Showtime. Afraid to look up he notices that the man in front of him was wearing shoes, the only one including himself. He slowly scans the legs of Showtime and finally reaches his face, or what’s left of it. The fallen man latches onto Showtime’s legs so happy that he almost urinated himself. Showtime shakes the man off and leaves the hut ready to return to the boat. As Showtime exits the man takes one look at the witch doctor and scurries out of the hut. The witch doctor begins to laugh and it echoes all through the area. As it echoes the scene fades to black and cuts to snow.)
