Post by Jaggeroth on Jun 20, 2010 6:12:13 GMT -5
The scene opens with a doped up Green Spark. He awakes hours after Triumph. He finds himself strapped in an uncomfortable chair inside a very tiny room with a single candle burning on a small card table. Hours before his leader, Jaggeroth, had talked him into downing a whole bottle of Nyquil and wasn't sure if the shaking was from the drug smoothie or the fear.
Voice:"Ah, so you're finally awake."
Green Spark:"Who's there? What's going on here?"
All Green Spark can see is the chin of the man talking to him in the candle light. Voices can be heard singing along to some sort of song outside of whatever room he was in.
Sparky can't seem to collect his thoughts, Jaggeroth's special blend was running wild on his nervous system. He slips in and out of consciousness.
The figure snaps his fingers a couple of times to get Sparky's attention.
"Hey! hey!...Wake up. We have business to discuss."
"Wha..what's happening?"
"It's time for you performance review!"
A hand breaks from the darkness and drops a small folder on the table. It has a picture of Sparky stapled to it and the name "Robert Garret" written over the cover.
The hands start flipping through the folder, an ominous smile spreads across his face. One hand runs left to right and down as it skims through the papers.
"Interesting. You don't have any sort of criminal record except for simple traffic tickets. No assaults, no conspiracy charges, no crimes against humanity, nothing! You're mental health report even indicates your pyromania is subdued and under medical control. How did you even get into this group to being with?"
"I'm Jaggeroth's pupil. He trained me to become better and I did."
"Yaaaaaaaaaa, no. See, Sparky. We here at the Psychotic Circus have to follow a strict code of ethics. You have no major crimes under your belt and you just don't seem that off to us."
"WHAT ABOUT WOLFIE? She's completely innocent!"
The hands flop down a large folder with "Haven Cassady" on the front. It's filled past the brim with some very provocative pictures of Wolfie to say the least.
"mmmm, Little Haven. Let's see here. Ah! Anger management issues along with a medium rated Stockholm syndrome complex. She barely past the minimum requirements cause her criminal record was clean."
"This is bullshit! I demand to speak to Jaggeroth!"
"He's to preoccupied it sounds like to deal with a fool as weak as yourself."
"He needs an underling! Who's gonna replace me!?"
"First off, no. He needs a solider, not a mindless puppet. Second...ME!"
Suddenly the roof and walls of the room explode out and fly away. Green Spark's eyes try adjusting to the sunlight of the new day. Fear replaces Green Spark's grogginess as the wind whips through his long hair. Through his hazy eyes he sees the five members of the Circus sitting down with their backs to him. Seraphiel, Darth and Pyro are all in the back row nearest him with Wolverina in the front arguing with Jaggeroth as he drives.
Seraphiel: "This state sucks! We could of went to Colorado instead, at least they have mountains we could of thrown him off."
Darth:"............"
Pyro:"What happened to my bag of skittles?"
Wolfie "This seems like over kill, doesn't it?"
Jaggeroth:"Nonsense poopy pants!"
Green Spark suddenly knows what's going on, Jaggeroth had told him before about how he booted people from his stables, he was about to suffer through the dreaded "Sandy Vagina" treatment. Sure enough he was sitting in the back of Jaggeroth's brand new 2010 Sierra 1500 pick up as they rolled through the Nebraskan wilderness. A parachute is strapped onto his back, he was about to suffer the same fate as Dazzle, Khan and Brian Blades. The truck takes a sudden turn and off road, their destination is an abandoned sand pit.
"Jesus!"
"Mouth young lady."
"I can't help it you drive like a stroke victim!"
"O snap! She just burned ya dude!"
"Slow down, you're gonna flip us over. Darth, say something to him."
"........"
"Darth says you need to speed up!"
"Aaaaaaalllllll righty then!"
The truck speeds up with a monstrous rev of the four hundred horse power engine, it blasts into the front gate of the sand pit with little resistance. Seraphiel turns around in the back seat and starts up a chant as he points and laughs at Green Spark.
"Fling him! Fling him! Fling him!"
The truck starts barreling across the make shift road leading to a large body of water in the middle of all the giant piles of sand. Green Spark knows what's coming up next, only who was his replacement? He looks up through his hazy vision, the sight before him was almost as scary as his impeding cooter clean out.
TBCB: They know who.
Voice:"Ah, so you're finally awake."
Green Spark:"Who's there? What's going on here?"
All Green Spark can see is the chin of the man talking to him in the candle light. Voices can be heard singing along to some sort of song outside of whatever room he was in.
Voices outside of the room:"Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire!"
Sparky can't seem to collect his thoughts, Jaggeroth's special blend was running wild on his nervous system. He slips in and out of consciousness.
"I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride.With sword and pistol by my side!"
The figure snaps his fingers a couple of times to get Sparky's attention.
"Hey! hey!...Wake up. We have business to discuss."
"Wha..what's happening?"
"It's time for you performance review!"
A hand breaks from the darkness and drops a small folder on the table. It has a picture of Sparky stapled to it and the name "Robert Garret" written over the cover.
"21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express, on your mother's doorstep."
"You guys are terrible!"
Delivered Federal Express, on your mother's doorstep."
"You guys are terrible!"
The hands start flipping through the folder, an ominous smile spreads across his face. One hand runs left to right and down as it skims through the papers.
"Interesting. You don't have any sort of criminal record except for simple traffic tickets. No assaults, no conspiracy charges, no crimes against humanity, nothing! You're mental health report even indicates your pyromania is subdued and under medical control. How did you even get into this group to being with?"
"I'm Jaggeroth's pupil. He trained me to become better and I did."
"Yaaaaaaaaaa, no. See, Sparky. We here at the Psychotic Circus have to follow a strict code of ethics. You have no major crimes under your belt and you just don't seem that off to us."
"WHAT ABOUT WOLFIE? She's completely innocent!"
The hands flop down a large folder with "Haven Cassady" on the front. It's filled past the brim with some very provocative pictures of Wolfie to say the least.
"mmmm, Little Haven. Let's see here. Ah! Anger management issues along with a medium rated Stockholm syndrome complex. She barely past the minimum requirements cause her criminal record was clean."
"This is bullshit! I demand to speak to Jaggeroth!"
"Hey, there, chitty chitty bang bang, chitty chitty bang bang!
"He's to preoccupied it sounds like to deal with a fool as weak as yourself."
"He needs an underling! Who's gonna replace me!?"
"First off, no. He needs a solider, not a mindless puppet. Second...ME!"
Suddenly the roof and walls of the room explode out and fly away. Green Spark's eyes try adjusting to the sunlight of the new day. Fear replaces Green Spark's grogginess as the wind whips through his long hair. Through his hazy eyes he sees the five members of the Circus sitting down with their backs to him. Seraphiel, Darth and Pyro are all in the back row nearest him with Wolverina in the front arguing with Jaggeroth as he drives.
Seraphiel: "This state sucks! We could of went to Colorado instead, at least they have mountains we could of thrown him off."
Darth:"............"
Pyro:"What happened to my bag of skittles?"
Wolfie "This seems like over kill, doesn't it?"
Jaggeroth:"Nonsense poopy pants!"
Green Spark suddenly knows what's going on, Jaggeroth had told him before about how he booted people from his stables, he was about to suffer through the dreaded "Sandy Vagina" treatment. Sure enough he was sitting in the back of Jaggeroth's brand new 2010 Sierra 1500 pick up as they rolled through the Nebraskan wilderness. A parachute is strapped onto his back, he was about to suffer the same fate as Dazzle, Khan and Brian Blades. The truck takes a sudden turn and off road, their destination is an abandoned sand pit.
"Jesus!"
"Mouth young lady."
"I can't help it you drive like a stroke victim!"
"O snap! She just burned ya dude!"
"Slow down, you're gonna flip us over. Darth, say something to him."
"........"
"Darth says you need to speed up!"
"Aaaaaaalllllll righty then!"
The truck speeds up with a monstrous rev of the four hundred horse power engine, it blasts into the front gate of the sand pit with little resistance. Seraphiel turns around in the back seat and starts up a chant as he points and laughs at Green Spark.
"Fling him! Fling him! Fling him!"
The truck starts barreling across the make shift road leading to a large body of water in the middle of all the giant piles of sand. Green Spark knows what's coming up next, only who was his replacement? He looks up through his hazy vision, the sight before him was almost as scary as his impeding cooter clean out.
TBCB: They know who.