OOC | Reading the Silence RolePlay previous to this from this Savage will help you understand the entirety of the situations more.

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Restless Wanderer...

Tonight we dance...

In the cold and wet...

Blanketed by eyes of romance...

Stuttering in the magnificant presence...

Sights to see when Savage is of the essence...

Belief in troubles ahead of you...

Less the charade of pretending foolish isn't so new...

When things evaporate for Kitt Kennedy soon...



ThE WiTcH DoCtOr | BEAR BRADDOCK | 'Linchpin'

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Prelude. ||



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A crow landing on a perch, zooming out to a tall dark city street. Bear Braddock immediately takes focus from behind under an overhang on a cold rainy night. The location could be anywhere, a mixture of smoke circles and cold breath rise above his head, an old tabacco pipe in his right hand, left shoulder leaning against a building as though waiting for something. He turns his back to the wall, then grimaces, presumably from the gash left healing after his recent ritual in the rotted wood hut where he seems to dwell. White and black makeup cover from his forehead to his jaw. A few cars pass by the desolate street, as he sighs and begins to recant something gently to himself. The crow caws and flies off into the distant shadowy sky. Bear begins to whistle a comforting tone, before voice takes hold setting the mood.

Whistling something,
I remember as a child,
Sung so softly,
Tender and mild.

The tune is comfort,
Instantly taking me back,
To a moment,
Warm, when nothing lacked.

Indulging my senses,
A lesson in humility,
Reminding me how,
Carefree I used to see.

Feeling of innocence,
What a place to be,
Momentarily lost,
In a whistling memory.

Sought by lasting connections,
Throughout many directions,
An ideal still remains,
To Kitt, virtues accompany our name.

Well though suffering on,
In physical motions beyond,
Every iota of faith,
Around the same time every day.

There just past valleys of shade,
In ubiquitous echoes Kennedy gave,
Realizations enough to send,
Epiphanies shaking the tender linchpin.

ThE WiTcH DoCtOr blows out a long stream of smoke, seen in the evaporation is the phrase "Kill Kennedy". The crow lands on his shoulder, as the omen takes hold and a steady black takes the screen.

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Scene. ||

Down what looks like the same rainy street a female figure in the distance makes way closer and closer. Rain letting up just enough to make her out, holding a grouping of small multicolored balloons. Bear steps out from his perch and greets her.



Ah, Miss Percy, what a delightful sight you are. Out here in the dark, cold, and wet night... a sight for sore eyes, that's what you are my dear! And with our gift for Kitt and all of his fans! HA!

She looks up with a gleam in her eyes then puts her hand up to signify a smile. Bear places his hand on her back and begins walking her in the other direction, menacingly whispering in her ear.

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Flashback. ||



Dingy dark olive and brown hay colored blades of grass run across the lens, a fierce dusty wind pushing them nearly entirely over. Bouncing barely up then shoved back down. A low murmuring voice is heard. To the right a boy in the middle of a dust storm mumbling to himself, digging with a shovel deep into the soil on what resembles like a plot of farmland. An adult sized shadow approaches him as he feverishly digs.

Boy, what the hell are you doin'? I told ya, come wash up, Mary made supper and she will not have a filthy little boy at her table. Save the diggin', it ain't goin' anywhere.

The boy keeps diggin as he replies. The man turns to walk back not expecting a conversation.

Can't do that.

The man turns back sternly humored by the boys disobedience.

Oh, and why is that?

Well, few things I gather... firstly, Mary ain't my Mamma, so I don't care nor need to be sittin'. She can't even sing lullaby's like my Momma could. Second, if I don't dig the dust storm gonna swirl the dirt and fill this up by tomorrow. Then it will be hotter and harder to get it back down. I could'a used the tarp to cover it for the night, but you took it away and said the tractor covered by the barn needed it. Okay, so I dig.

The man walks closer.

Boy, get out of that hole and wash up, you hear? Dig it again, not like it matters, the land is rotten and dry.

It is not rotten, you just gotta dig deeper below the dried out parts. Besides I don't wanna be in the house right now.

He grabs the boys shirt from behind and lifts him up to his face.

You think you know how to grow better than me, boy? I learned in the war how to farm, just before I learned how to hurt a man. Now I said it is rotten, quit wastin' everybodies time and wash up so the rest of us can eat.

The man drops him into the hole, scraping up his face on the way down and landing. The boy's eyes are covered in sweat, dirt, and a little blood. In the close distance the screen door flies open, a woman runs out screaming holding her face. The older man runs from the hole to her.

MARY! MARY WHAT'S THE MATTER!?

They were poppin so I went into the livin' room to clean up so the dog don't choke on the rubber...

What!? WHAT WAS POPPIN'!?

Her color turns pale and she begins to miss eye contract.

The balloons, the ones he brought back today from the... fair... in... town...

She drops into his arms then collapses to the ground, he removes her hands to see her spitting and weezing, her face burning as if dissolving. She reaches and looks up at him, takes one big breath as her eyes widen, just before she stops breathing altogether.

MARY!? WHAT FUCKIN' BALLOONS?



BEAR!?

He runs into the house in a rage, commotion and crashing can be heard, he dives back out the screen door coughing uncontrollably. He looks up and the boy is standing above him wearing gloves and a mask with a balloon in one hand and a sharp linchpin in the other. He whistles a lullaby coming through the mask and pops the balloon. The shot switches to inside the barn with hay and dirt next to the tarp covered tractor, scrolling along the floor... then a key, and unlocked bolt, then an open chest reading upside down "Papa's War Box'. Just inside is a cannister labled 'Mustard Gas'.

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Scene. ||

An old highway sign "Welcome to St.Louis, Missouri" is seen then a run down apartment complex somewhere nearby. A UPS truck pulls up just outside, the brown driver gets out and opens the back sliding door. He hops in and fumbles around for a moment, grabbing a large square box, whistling something as he goes. Getting back out and slamming the sliding door, he walks up stairs, a small tool like bag connected to the back of his belt... enters the complex.



Okay guys this week Kitt Kennedy takes on the... Witch Doctor? Who the hell is that?

Inside a large flat one bedroom apartment filled with old paper plates and pornography magazines next to folded up stale tissues. A large man sitting in a deskchair rolls to the center of the room. A few others looking wasted sit on sofas sunk in with a bong on the oak wooden coffee table in front of them.

Isn't that the guy who burnt an entire arena full of people the other day?

It isn't real, duh. Just a publicity stunt.

I saw that, but weren't their families going apeshit on social media, I noticed when I was trying to get a better turnout for our preshow event for Savage. Would be a pretty crazy stunt.

Okay but you can't just burn people alive, you would get arrested, or something wouldn't you?

A faint knock at the door they all ignore.

Yeah you're probably right. Plus Kitt has insanely ammmazzinng promos coming, I hear.

From who?

My connects, you know, connections...

Who, Jenna Jameson? Hah

A louder knock accompanied by a shout of "UPS DELIVERY HERE".

Shut up! Jenna's my soulcrush, 2.0, right after Flo from Progressive.

He finally acknowledges the knocking.

OH, that might be those new shirts I ordered, "Once a Kitt, Always a Kitt"!

He gets up and answers.

I thought we cancelled that order?

Who knows...

He brings back the box, jagged writing on top reads "Handle with Care". A drilling sound can faintly be heard in the background, naturally, their excitement takes precedent. One hands another a knife, he opens it. Out floats a small arrangement of balloons and a note under secured by a linchpin reading "pop me".



Laughing gas I bet, here let me try!

The first pops a small hole and enhales the balloon then turns around smiling as blood begins to poor from his gums and lips. The other two drop their balloons but he exhales next to their faces and begins to choke. They all sprint for the door but a view outside below the handmade "Kitt Kennedy Official Fanclub" sign reveals a deadbolt of new and shiney metal, with fresh wood shavings on the ground below. They all weeze and cough before the shot goes back out to the UPS driver looking up at the window from the street and smiling. White and black makeup cover his face, he walks back and removes his hat, tossing it into the passenger side window of the truck and walking off. Inside the truck the pan slowly gets to inbetween the seats, where the real UPS driver is incapacitated and stuffed between wearing a gas mask filled with blood.

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Fade.