08-28-2014, 11:05 AM
"I have no education. I have inspiration. If I was educated, I'd be a damn fool."
- Bob Marley
August 27, 2014
Interstate 44, Missouri
4:03 A.M.
The highway is busy with a million raindrops crashiing to the ground in waves. The wind carries throughout the miles of cornfields resembling them to a crowd of people at a rock show or soccer game.
Young Ben and his passenger travel up I-44 in a red Hoda Accord at a high rate of speed. The Doctor sits beside his patient enjoying a cigar while watching what seemed like tidal wave, after tidal wave smack against the side of the car. He misses the bus. It unfortunately broke down in Oklahoma City, where the Doctor and his patient were stranded for a bit. After making a few friends, a young girl at the pub was nice enough to let the Doctor and his patient borrow her car for a bit. Sarah was the name on the registration.
Ben is looking worse by the minute. His skin is pale and his eyes are sunken back into his head. Withering away almost. His hair began falling out a few days back, but he just keeps driving. Head down looking ahead, Ben hasn't missed a beat.
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Doctor D'Ville- Hello, my friends.
The Doctor lets out a big puff of smoke. The inside of the car is barely visible due to the smoke from the cigar. No one seems to notice.
Doctor D'Ville- I cannot help but sense an indelible essence of inspiration in the air. Does anyone out there feel inspired? Because, I do. From what I understand we have a few misunderstandings floating around the XWF in regards to my purpose here. Have I not clarified this once or many times already? I am not here for someones job. I am not here for someones title. I'm simply hear to treat and cure... You see I have two kinds of patients. One side that is treated and cured. The other is treated and unable to cure. Which one do you suppose you are? Mr. LH Harrison, please excuse me if I have offended you in some way. Although I failed to mention you before, I've had my eye on you. The demons you face on a daily basis, my friend... That's dangerous. For you and for those around you. It did not take you long to come for my help. I knew it would not. Unlike the rest of the XWF you sensed your troubles long before I had to come for you. Much like Benjamin here, who travelled across over half the country to find my treatments. And just look at him.
Ben continues to drive, wheezing from the inability to breathe either through smoke or a respiratory infection.
Doctor D'Ville- It's only a shame that you weren't in the last battle royale, Mr. Harrison. It seems you know enough about it, as if you were there. My friends Kaiser and Miss Silver should have their own battles to concern themselves with. As I shall stand by and monitor them once again. Your accusations of my actions in the last battle royale are a little off target, however. I believe it was Luke Gunnar whom cost Kaiser his victory. And I, technically, eliminated no one. So, if it's grudges and revenge that you're trying to scare me with... Hm. I see nothing to fear. It should be you concerned for what is going to happen, sir. Your inspirational image, your heroism and good deeds. Bring them with you Monday, I could use a bit of inspiration myself.
The two travellers continue down the highway during the storm. The small car shifts back and forth between the lanes, hydroplaning through the several inches running like a river across the road.
Doctor D'Ville- And while your at it, Mr. Harrison... You should spread a little inspiration Miss Silver's way, as well. She seems troubled, my friend. Distrought about our previous session, angered and feeling ignored. She needs it more than anyone. My dear, my actions at Relentless were simply a message. A test run of our future sessions. And look what happened? You've been placed in another session with me immediately following our first! How splendid. Look at this as another opportunity to find yourself. Hidden deep down, beyond all the anger, beyond all of you vain expressions. There's a spoiled, rotten little girl. A little girl who seemed to have received everything she's ever desired in life. A little girl who, to this day, wants everything handed to her. Gift wrapped, scented, and presented to you like some award. Tell me, what have you done, my dear? Besides the stomping around and crying you did at Relentless, which brought you a bit of the must needed attention that thought you desired. Before the big man could dispose of you properly, your day was saved by my personal friend, Luke Gunnar. And has he heard so much as a 'thank-you'? Hmm. I haven't noticed. So, the vain comments, the self-pity, the lack of sense of what is truely going on... why do you insist everyone wants to be you, when you don't want to be you? You don't have to hide behind all the glamour and parties. The singing or dancing. You're a beautiful woman and you deserve a chance to just be yourself. Take this next opportunity to show me something. Show me you're more than just that little girl stomping around inside your head.
Doctor D'Ville- Monday is just another day in the office, my friends. If the XWF continues to provide me with patients, I will continue to treat them. If you notice your grip on reality fading. Stress in the mind increasing. As I have said, my door and mind is always open. Come see me, I am not hard to find.
The small Honda begins to fishtail down the road. The Doctor looks over to Ben, who is unphased by the loss of control of the vehicle. The car flies off the road and into a cornfield where it continues to travel at extremely high speeds.
Doctor D'Ville- Let's try to keep it on the road, Benjamin. We have places to be, you know.
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- Bob Marley
August 27, 2014
Interstate 44, Missouri
4:03 A.M.
The highway is busy with a million raindrops crashiing to the ground in waves. The wind carries throughout the miles of cornfields resembling them to a crowd of people at a rock show or soccer game.
Young Ben and his passenger travel up I-44 in a red Hoda Accord at a high rate of speed. The Doctor sits beside his patient enjoying a cigar while watching what seemed like tidal wave, after tidal wave smack against the side of the car. He misses the bus. It unfortunately broke down in Oklahoma City, where the Doctor and his patient were stranded for a bit. After making a few friends, a young girl at the pub was nice enough to let the Doctor and his patient borrow her car for a bit. Sarah was the name on the registration.
Ben is looking worse by the minute. His skin is pale and his eyes are sunken back into his head. Withering away almost. His hair began falling out a few days back, but he just keeps driving. Head down looking ahead, Ben hasn't missed a beat.
Doctor D'Ville- Hello, my friends.
The Doctor lets out a big puff of smoke. The inside of the car is barely visible due to the smoke from the cigar. No one seems to notice.
Doctor D'Ville- I cannot help but sense an indelible essence of inspiration in the air. Does anyone out there feel inspired? Because, I do. From what I understand we have a few misunderstandings floating around the XWF in regards to my purpose here. Have I not clarified this once or many times already? I am not here for someones job. I am not here for someones title. I'm simply hear to treat and cure... You see I have two kinds of patients. One side that is treated and cured. The other is treated and unable to cure. Which one do you suppose you are? Mr. LH Harrison, please excuse me if I have offended you in some way. Although I failed to mention you before, I've had my eye on you. The demons you face on a daily basis, my friend... That's dangerous. For you and for those around you. It did not take you long to come for my help. I knew it would not. Unlike the rest of the XWF you sensed your troubles long before I had to come for you. Much like Benjamin here, who travelled across over half the country to find my treatments. And just look at him.
Ben continues to drive, wheezing from the inability to breathe either through smoke or a respiratory infection.
Doctor D'Ville- It's only a shame that you weren't in the last battle royale, Mr. Harrison. It seems you know enough about it, as if you were there. My friends Kaiser and Miss Silver should have their own battles to concern themselves with. As I shall stand by and monitor them once again. Your accusations of my actions in the last battle royale are a little off target, however. I believe it was Luke Gunnar whom cost Kaiser his victory. And I, technically, eliminated no one. So, if it's grudges and revenge that you're trying to scare me with... Hm. I see nothing to fear. It should be you concerned for what is going to happen, sir. Your inspirational image, your heroism and good deeds. Bring them with you Monday, I could use a bit of inspiration myself.
The two travellers continue down the highway during the storm. The small car shifts back and forth between the lanes, hydroplaning through the several inches running like a river across the road.
Doctor D'Ville- And while your at it, Mr. Harrison... You should spread a little inspiration Miss Silver's way, as well. She seems troubled, my friend. Distrought about our previous session, angered and feeling ignored. She needs it more than anyone. My dear, my actions at Relentless were simply a message. A test run of our future sessions. And look what happened? You've been placed in another session with me immediately following our first! How splendid. Look at this as another opportunity to find yourself. Hidden deep down, beyond all the anger, beyond all of you vain expressions. There's a spoiled, rotten little girl. A little girl who seemed to have received everything she's ever desired in life. A little girl who, to this day, wants everything handed to her. Gift wrapped, scented, and presented to you like some award. Tell me, what have you done, my dear? Besides the stomping around and crying you did at Relentless, which brought you a bit of the must needed attention that thought you desired. Before the big man could dispose of you properly, your day was saved by my personal friend, Luke Gunnar. And has he heard so much as a 'thank-you'? Hmm. I haven't noticed. So, the vain comments, the self-pity, the lack of sense of what is truely going on... why do you insist everyone wants to be you, when you don't want to be you? You don't have to hide behind all the glamour and parties. The singing or dancing. You're a beautiful woman and you deserve a chance to just be yourself. Take this next opportunity to show me something. Show me you're more than just that little girl stomping around inside your head.
Doctor D'Ville- Monday is just another day in the office, my friends. If the XWF continues to provide me with patients, I will continue to treat them. If you notice your grip on reality fading. Stress in the mind increasing. As I have said, my door and mind is always open. Come see me, I am not hard to find.
The small Honda begins to fishtail down the road. The Doctor looks over to Ben, who is unphased by the loss of control of the vehicle. The car flies off the road and into a cornfield where it continues to travel at extremely high speeds.
Doctor D'Ville- Let's try to keep it on the road, Benjamin. We have places to be, you know.