Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Dec 13, 2006 19:19:08 GMT -5
The small sign on the wood frame door reads Samurai. As the door swings open, there lays an elegant restaurant, decorated in very stereotypical Asian fashion. Several small bonsai bushes are scattered along the red walls, as well as various other exotic plants. In the center of the restaurant, a waterfall spills water into a basin, creating a hypnotically tranquil effect. Several tables stand in various positions around the waterfall, all sitting close to the ground, adorned with simple white table cloths. Around each table, is a set of pillows, all matching the walls brilliant color, and at one of these tables sits three members of the Revolution.
Kat Hamilton lays here head on the table, staring up at a picture of a beautiful Japanese forest. The colors seem to pop out at her. She picks her head off the table, and sways wobbly as she straightens up. She grabs a decanter with a simple rustic design, and pours its contents into the elegant ceramic cup. She spills a bit of clear liquid, as she takes a huge gulp.
Kurt Burton laughs, as she lays her head back down on the table. “Celebrating early” he thought. It was one of his favorite pastimes. He looked over to the man next to him, the man called Thunder. He was now without his coat, but still looking rather proper. He seemed engrossed in the strange dissonant music playing softly over the speaker near him. The twanging and the gongs sounded oddly familiar, and then it hit him
Thunder: Chinese Music in a Japanese restaurant, these people are as confused as Striker.[/i]
He picks up the menu, and peruses his options.
Thunder: I haven’t had sushi in a while.[/i]
He looks over to Kurt. Kurt was studying the menu, as though he were to be tested on it later.
Thunder: What are you ordering?[/i]
Kurt: I was thinking… that![/i]
Kurt excitedly points to something on the menu.
Thunder: Do you even know how to pronounce that?[/i]
Kurt: No. I don’t even know what that is. I’ve never had sushi before.[/i]
Thunder: So why did you bring me here?[/i]
Kurt: Well, I thought, what would a rich kid like Thunder eat… and then I thought French food. But I hate French food, so then I decided on sushi. Plus, I love Sake.[/i]
Kat raises her elegant cup in the air, springing forward, and sloshing the liquid out of the cup.
Kat: Sake![/i]
She has a small sip, and then slams it back down in force, spilling the contents all over the table.
Kurt: If you can’t tell she’s a light weight.[/i]
Thunder turns to Kat. She is now playfully rolling her chopsticks around on the table, amusing herself incredibly.
Thunder: And what are you having? Besides more sake...[/i]
Kat: Nothing, I hate sushi… blech![/i]
Her face wretches back, clearly showing her disgust as it looks like she is about to vomit. And then, standing at the table, was a short man of Chinese decent. He says something, and to Kurt, it just sounds like “Wong Dong Yong”. He prepares to cut the man down with an insult, but before the crudeness could escape his lips, Thunder converses with the man in his native tongue. Kurt looks shocked, as the man scribbles on a notepad, and bows respectfully, before finally stepping away.
Kurt: You speak Chinese?[/i]
Thunder: No, I can order food in Cantonese. It guarantees you good service when you can order in their native tongue. They think you have some kind of bond. This makes the look on their face even sadder when they see their not getting a tip.[/i]
Kurt: You know, that’s what I like about you Thunder. You’re a rat bastard. Just like me. Just like Wayne. And I want to let you know, that as far as rat bastards go, you’re like, the third best. [/i]
Thunder: Thank you Kurt.[/i]
Kurt: And I want to give you something… Consider it an early Christmas present.[/i]
Kat: Watch out, that’s what he said to me last night, and I only got a trouser snake.[/i]
Kurt: It’s not that.[/i]
Kurt reaches into his pants, and begins searching for something.
Thunder: I sure hope not. [/i]
Kurt pulls out a dirty old paperback book. He slams it down on the table. The ink covering the cracked cover is very faded, but a pair of crossed Katanas and the words “The Art of War” appear.
Thunder: What’s this?[/i]
Kurt: A book I borrowed…[/i]
Kat: Stole![/i]
Kurt eyes her for the interruption, and she erupts in laughter, falling onto the floor. Without missing a beat, Kurt turns back into his conversation.
Kurt: From the library a few years back. In it, it details various attitudes and strategies to use when engaged in combat. I have pretty much based my entire career on this book. Everything I have done, every title, every win, my placement in this World title tournament… I have this tome to thank.[/i]
Kat: Ha… I love Sake![/i]
Thunder looks over the book. He seems generally interested as he scans the back cover.
Thunder: So, what does this little tome tell us to do for the match at Felo de-se?[/i]
Kurt: It tells us one simple rule. All battle is perception. If your enemy is strong, move quickly, if your enemy is quick, out power. And if your enemy is angry, infuriate them. And that is what Striker is. A man based around one emotion. Fury. He’s as two dimensional as that forest.[/i]
Kurt points to the painting adorning the wall.
Kurt: And that single solitary emotion pouring through his veins makes him strong, but at the same time, weak, vulnerable, susceptible to cunning and intelligence. I have danced the great dance with him before, and I know what he is all about. And I tagged with him, last week, and do you know what I saw?[/i]
Thunder looks back at Kurt realizing it is a rhetorical question. Kurt takes his time, and has a sip of sake.
Kurt: The exact same man I saw two months ago. He will never change, and that is his weakness, hampered by his greatest strength. And as that good book says, your enemy’s greatest strength is merely a disguise, for their greatest weakness.[/i]
Thunder: Interesting, so where does that leaves Miguel Sanchez?[/i]
Burton laughs just as he begins to sip the sake. It sprays out of his nose. Kat points and laughs. Thunder turns his head, disgusted at what he just saw.
Kurt: Oh Christ that burns.[/i]
The waiter returns, and places the order neatly in the center of the table. The tantalizing rolls sit on the tray, staring up at them.
Kurt: He’s a non issue dude, just like we talked about before. I mean, this is my third time facing him, and I know you’ve never had any problem in the eight million matches you've had with him. [/i]
Thunder: Exactly. I've beaten him so many times that it's boring for me to have to pin him one more time. I mean, he puts up about as much fight as this raw fish we’re about to eat.[/i]
Kurt: This is raw fish?[/i]
Kat looks down at the tray, and sees the pink rolls, staring at her. No one knew if the alcohol had finally caught up to her, or if she had merely thought of the disgusting nature of the food sitting before her. But suddenly, her cheeks puffed out, and her hand clutched her mouth, as she ran towards the Ladie's Room. Kurt smiled, as he thought of the early days of his habit, and Thunder looked on in disgust.
Kurt: Yep, she’s going to feel it in the morning.[/i]
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Kat Hamilton lays here head on the table, staring up at a picture of a beautiful Japanese forest. The colors seem to pop out at her. She picks her head off the table, and sways wobbly as she straightens up. She grabs a decanter with a simple rustic design, and pours its contents into the elegant ceramic cup. She spills a bit of clear liquid, as she takes a huge gulp.
Kurt Burton laughs, as she lays her head back down on the table. “Celebrating early” he thought. It was one of his favorite pastimes. He looked over to the man next to him, the man called Thunder. He was now without his coat, but still looking rather proper. He seemed engrossed in the strange dissonant music playing softly over the speaker near him. The twanging and the gongs sounded oddly familiar, and then it hit him
Thunder: Chinese Music in a Japanese restaurant, these people are as confused as Striker.[/i]
He picks up the menu, and peruses his options.
Thunder: I haven’t had sushi in a while.[/i]
He looks over to Kurt. Kurt was studying the menu, as though he were to be tested on it later.
Thunder: What are you ordering?[/i]
Kurt: I was thinking… that![/i]
Kurt excitedly points to something on the menu.
Thunder: Do you even know how to pronounce that?[/i]
Kurt: No. I don’t even know what that is. I’ve never had sushi before.[/i]
Thunder: So why did you bring me here?[/i]
Kurt: Well, I thought, what would a rich kid like Thunder eat… and then I thought French food. But I hate French food, so then I decided on sushi. Plus, I love Sake.[/i]
Kat raises her elegant cup in the air, springing forward, and sloshing the liquid out of the cup.
Kat: Sake![/i]
She has a small sip, and then slams it back down in force, spilling the contents all over the table.
Kurt: If you can’t tell she’s a light weight.[/i]
Thunder turns to Kat. She is now playfully rolling her chopsticks around on the table, amusing herself incredibly.
Thunder: And what are you having? Besides more sake...[/i]
Kat: Nothing, I hate sushi… blech![/i]
Her face wretches back, clearly showing her disgust as it looks like she is about to vomit. And then, standing at the table, was a short man of Chinese decent. He says something, and to Kurt, it just sounds like “Wong Dong Yong”. He prepares to cut the man down with an insult, but before the crudeness could escape his lips, Thunder converses with the man in his native tongue. Kurt looks shocked, as the man scribbles on a notepad, and bows respectfully, before finally stepping away.
Kurt: You speak Chinese?[/i]
Thunder: No, I can order food in Cantonese. It guarantees you good service when you can order in their native tongue. They think you have some kind of bond. This makes the look on their face even sadder when they see their not getting a tip.[/i]
Kurt: You know, that’s what I like about you Thunder. You’re a rat bastard. Just like me. Just like Wayne. And I want to let you know, that as far as rat bastards go, you’re like, the third best. [/i]
Thunder: Thank you Kurt.[/i]
Kurt: And I want to give you something… Consider it an early Christmas present.[/i]
Kat: Watch out, that’s what he said to me last night, and I only got a trouser snake.[/i]
Kurt: It’s not that.[/i]
Kurt reaches into his pants, and begins searching for something.
Thunder: I sure hope not. [/i]
Kurt pulls out a dirty old paperback book. He slams it down on the table. The ink covering the cracked cover is very faded, but a pair of crossed Katanas and the words “The Art of War” appear.
Thunder: What’s this?[/i]
Kurt: A book I borrowed…[/i]
Kat: Stole![/i]
Kurt eyes her for the interruption, and she erupts in laughter, falling onto the floor. Without missing a beat, Kurt turns back into his conversation.
Kurt: From the library a few years back. In it, it details various attitudes and strategies to use when engaged in combat. I have pretty much based my entire career on this book. Everything I have done, every title, every win, my placement in this World title tournament… I have this tome to thank.[/i]
Kat: Ha… I love Sake![/i]
Thunder looks over the book. He seems generally interested as he scans the back cover.
Thunder: So, what does this little tome tell us to do for the match at Felo de-se?[/i]
Kurt: It tells us one simple rule. All battle is perception. If your enemy is strong, move quickly, if your enemy is quick, out power. And if your enemy is angry, infuriate them. And that is what Striker is. A man based around one emotion. Fury. He’s as two dimensional as that forest.[/i]
Kurt points to the painting adorning the wall.
Kurt: And that single solitary emotion pouring through his veins makes him strong, but at the same time, weak, vulnerable, susceptible to cunning and intelligence. I have danced the great dance with him before, and I know what he is all about. And I tagged with him, last week, and do you know what I saw?[/i]
Thunder looks back at Kurt realizing it is a rhetorical question. Kurt takes his time, and has a sip of sake.
Kurt: The exact same man I saw two months ago. He will never change, and that is his weakness, hampered by his greatest strength. And as that good book says, your enemy’s greatest strength is merely a disguise, for their greatest weakness.[/i]
Thunder: Interesting, so where does that leaves Miguel Sanchez?[/i]
Burton laughs just as he begins to sip the sake. It sprays out of his nose. Kat points and laughs. Thunder turns his head, disgusted at what he just saw.
Kurt: Oh Christ that burns.[/i]
The waiter returns, and places the order neatly in the center of the table. The tantalizing rolls sit on the tray, staring up at them.
Kurt: He’s a non issue dude, just like we talked about before. I mean, this is my third time facing him, and I know you’ve never had any problem in the eight million matches you've had with him. [/i]
Thunder: Exactly. I've beaten him so many times that it's boring for me to have to pin him one more time. I mean, he puts up about as much fight as this raw fish we’re about to eat.[/i]
Kurt: This is raw fish?[/i]
Kat looks down at the tray, and sees the pink rolls, staring at her. No one knew if the alcohol had finally caught up to her, or if she had merely thought of the disgusting nature of the food sitting before her. But suddenly, her cheeks puffed out, and her hand clutched her mouth, as she ran towards the Ladie's Room. Kurt smiled, as he thought of the early days of his habit, and Thunder looked on in disgust.
Kurt: Yep, she’s going to feel it in the morning.[/i]
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