Origins...FWA Tournament RP1
Oct 19, 2017 4:51:31 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, 𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓸𝓼𝓵𝓸𝓯𝓯, and 1 more like this
Post by Jackson Grace on Oct 19, 2017 4:51:31 GMT -5
The scene cuts in abruptly, showing an abandoned factory late at night. Two men stand on a corner talking in hushed tones to one another. One dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, jeans and trainers. The other is in a leather jacket and jeans. Positioned just so that his face is obscured by shadows.
Got the stuff?
Yeah, man! No fucking about though! Three "keys" or no deal. Not wasting my time here, yo!
Yeah, bruv. No worries.
The man in the jacket starts to go through his pockets, pulling out a wad of cash. He starts counting it out in front of the dealer.
WHOOSH!
Fuck's that, bruv?!
What do you mean?! What you trying to pull?! Get on with it, come on, come on!
With that, another whoosh sound is heard as a man is seen dropping down from a ledge behind where these two goons are looking. He drops about twenty feet from them, landing in a stance similar to that of an NFL player's three point stance. A brief hesitation and he runs at them, ducking an attack from the guy in the hooded top and swinging back one of his own. The frame freezes, showing a shot connecting with the face of the hooded guy.
I guess you're all wondering how we got here....
SIX MONTHS AGO
We are outside a small house in London. One car on the drive, nothing special. Flipping to inside, we see a man sitting at the table eating his breakfast. The TV is on, broadcasting the local news. Another story about gang violence here in London. A lady appears behind the man, seeming to be his wife.
You know, I really wish these Police could do something about this situation. It seems every day it gets worse and closer to us.
But what can they do, babe? These gangs are armed. Our boys pull so much as a taser out and they get buried in paper work for the next three months!
Of course, but Jackson, I'm just worried about the kind of world we are bringing our kids up in. Know what I mean?
Yeah...Me too. Where are they anyway? Shouldn't they be up now, anyway?
Almost on cue, two children come running into the room. One boy, one girl. The girl comes running through first, screaming in excitement. Her pigtails flying around as her attention darts from what's in front of her to looking over her shoulder to see if her brother will catch her yet. Her brother follows soon after, a plastic mask and a blanket, crudely tied around his neck as a makeshift cape. Jackson looks up from his now finished meal and smiles at them.
See, Vanessa? Who needs the Police when we have our two little heroes here? Right. I need to go. Anthony...Chloe...Come give your old man a hug!
The kids both stop dead, running to Jackson and giving him a hug and a kiss on each cheek before they go running off again. Jackson gets up out of his chair, finishing his coffee. He throws his coat on as he gives Vanessa a kiss. The kids must have spotted them as you hear their disgust in the background.
EERRGGHH!!
Jackson and Vanessa smile to each other. They clearly see the funny side of their kids' expression.
I love you.
Love you too...See you tonight.
With that, Jackson heads for the door. It clicks behind him as we fade to black.
"There was never anything particularly special about my life up to this point."
TWO HOURS LATER
We come back and see Jackson opening the shutters to "Grace's Goods". A small hardware store he has operated here for the last five years. It's everything you'd expect from a family operated business. A small selection of tools from handsaws to hammers and anything in between without being too specialist. The sun illuminates the shelving and reaches the back of the shop as the shutters slowly raise up. Jackson puts the key in, opens the door and walks into the store, taking in the view again.
Morning, old friend. Let's hope for another good day!
With that, Jackson goes about setting up the shop. Popping some change into the till from the safe, filling in a little bit of daily paperwork and pottering about coffee in hand. The phone rings, surprising Jackson who isn't used to hearing off anyone for the first hour or so of the day.
Grace's Goods, Jackson speaking. How can I help you?
...
Oh hey, Gary. Yeah I'm still on for this afternoon.
...
Yeah, I'm really enjoying it. Six months already, huh?
...
OK, see you then. Bye!
Jackson hangs up the phone. Unbeknown to him, a lady had walked into the store while he was talking. She's a fairly young girl with a company polo shirt on. Brown hair, a round face and square almost hipster glasses.
Morning, Gemma! You're here early!
Hey, boss! Yeah I got a lift in today. You're not planning secret getaways from Mrs. Grace now are you? People phoning the store while you're here alone!
Behave yourself! Hahaha. Of course not, it's my Wrestling instructor just checking I'm still on for today. So I'll need to take off around three. You good locking up?
Yeah, no problem! How's that going, anyway?
Well Gary seems impressed by how I've picked it all up...But what can I say? I must be a natural athlete!
Jackson flexes jokingly as Gemma can't keep a straight face and giggles as she walks into the back, hanging her bag up and pouring herself a drink. Jackson walks back into the office, knowing his morning is a little more free than he thought it would be now his only staff member is on duty. His office is a pretty standard store office. A simple desk, chair and a PC he barely knows how to operate. He was always pretty stuck in his ways. He reaches into the top drawer and pulls out some resistance bands, looping them under his feet he starts to perform a few curls, checking the pump on his biceps as men always seem to do when working out as the scene fades again.
"Life was always so simple, back then. So wholesome. All I worried about was the love of my family and my company putting food on the table. Then it all changed."
LATER THAT DAY
We see Jackson headed out of the doors of a local gym. He's drenched in sweat and visibly tired, yet excited. His breathing is laboured from the workout Gary is putting him through each week.
Yeah, I'll see you later mate! Thanks again!
Jackson closes the door behind him, walking away and across the car park towards his car. Again as seems to be the theme....Nothing special. Just a 2004 model Ford Mondeo in black. He approaches the car, pressing the button on his key as the lights flash up, signalling the car is unlocked. Jackson reaches for the handle on the door and stops. He could have sworn he heard something. He looks around. It seems there's no one here. He pops the door open and then he hears it again. It's a woman screaming and it seems closer, this time.
A few seconds later, the woman who must have been screaming comes into view. She's running from someone and her top is torn. He doesn't recognize her from seeing her around, but almost right after, a man is shown jogging after her.
Come here, love! No one says no to me!
In those few seconds, all Jackson could hear was the words Vanessa said to him this morning. Right now they seem more impactful than ever. What if this was his daughter?
The woman runs towards Jackson, the man in hot pursuit.
"You know, I really wish these Police could do something about this situation. It seems every day it gets worse and closer to us."
Something awakes in Jackson. He almost jumps into action, allowing the woman to run past him before standing between her and her assailant.
Nothing to see here, my man! Move along. Me and this lady here have business!
Well, son I think your business here is done. Now why not go back where you came from before you get in real trouble?
That a threat, Gramps?
The assailant takes a threatening step towards Jackson. Pulling his shirt upwards, pulling attention to the knife he has tucked into his trousers.
As I said...Move along.
Jackson looks at the woman. Tears in her eyes. Should he go? Stay out of it for the sake of his family? Leave this woman to be assaulted in ways he doesn't even want to imagine? Jackson takes a deep breath and stiffens his stance. It's now or never. The man sees this and pulls his knife out of his trousers, lunging at Jackson. Jackson manages to avoid the attack and tries to pull the assailant into a sleeper hold like maneuver. He slips away and lunges again. Another dodge and a swift punch to the side of the man's face. This really angers the man who now starts wildly swinging at Jackson. A few punches connect, but he manages to avoid the knife. Jackson is still holding his own versus this wannabe gangster. Jackson manages to rock this guy with a big right hand to the jaw. The assailant stumbles back and Jackson thinks now is his chance. He grabs the guy with a pretty decent front facelock. An attempt to wear him down and possibly incapacitate him before he calls the police. All of a sudden, he feels a sharp punching pain in his abdomen. The man wriggles free and runs away into the darkness. Jackson stumbles and drops to his knee. After a few seconds he looks down and notices he was stabbed! He collapses against his car as the young woman comes to check on him, blurting out her gratitude. Just before he blacks out, Jackson manages three more words.
Call...the....Police.
We come back and have the oh-so familiar shot of the shot widening as if we are seeing it from Jackson's perspective of his eyes opening. We see Vanessa and the kids gathered around him in tears. They have no idea what went on down there.
Baby!! Are you ok?! What happened? What did you do?!
Jackson's face and accompanying growls of discomfort show he is barely awake, let alone ready to cope with this rapid fire questioning from his clearly distressed wife. She grabs his hand and sends the kids to go and play, looking him dead in the eyes.
Baby...What happened?
I was...There was a girl...A guy was trying to...{No Means No} her...I think.
What were you doing getting mixed up in it all?!
All I could hear is what you said earlier. Someone does need to do something. This lawless society can't go on any longer!
Well I might have said that, but I didn't mean you!!
I know...But if it was Chloe in that situation....Wouldn't we want someone to help?
Vanessa is lost for words. She looks at her husband who almost died today. Tears in her eyes and furious at him for what he did, yet so proud he stood up for an innocent girl. She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight as he silently grimaces in pain as Vanessa holds him tightly for a few seconds. You slowly see the grimace disappear from Jackson's face and his body relax. Vanessa notices this and looks up.
Falling to sleep on me huh? I guess some things never change. Get your rest baby.
"They say all heroes need an origin story...Well I guess this is mine."
TWO WEEKS LATER
Our next scene sees Jackson seemingly feeling much better. He's driving home from work along a road he has travelled many times. Today for some reason feels different. The sun is out, the roads are clear and Jackson is singing along to the radio.
"Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case"
Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a Decathlon store. It's a decent sized sporting goods store that seems to deal with a little bit of everything. He hastily pulls the car into the car park, coming to a stop outside of the doors. The car park isn't too busy, he manages to find a spot before cutting the engine. He climbs out, forgetting his wound as he grimaces in pain. Locking the door behind him, he takes a deep breath, looking upwards.
I hope you're right about this.
Jackson walks into the store. We see a brief montage of things being thrown into a basket. Dark blue camouflage hunting gear, a hooded top and a pair of motorcycle gloves as well as a tub of a dark goo like substance. He pays up and leaves, throwing the bag of stuff into the boot of his car before hopping in and driving away.
"I guess that brings us back to now!"
We come back to the shot of the hooded guy from the start being hit in the face, where we left off.
"My first job."
The sequence starts again, the hooded guy stumbles from the impact of the punch. Jackson turns around and ducks a lunge from the guy in the leather jacket, kicking him in the back and pushing him into his friend. They both tumble to the ground. The light catches the dark blue hue of Jackson's outfit as he gets back onto the guy in the jacket. One, two, three right hands to the face, the impact of them knocking his head against the floor, knocking him out cold. The hooded guy stands back up, seeing what has happened to his friend and lands a cheap shot on Jackson. Jackson stumbles back and hooded guy lifts his shirt threateningly, showing a knife...THAT KNIFE!! The knife that started all of this!! He pulls it out and swings at Jackson in the same way he did before. Maybe it's his signature move. Jackson manages to avoid the swing, just as he did all that time ago, this time managing to grab the knife hand and bend it at an unnatural angle. The guy collapses, rather than allow his arm to break. Jackson uses the distraction to deliver a crisp right hand to his jaw, also knocking him out cold. Jackson digs into his pocket and pulls out a mobile phone. Nothing special. An old beaten up Nokia he had hanging around a draw. He makes the call to the police, alerting them of the deal before dropping the phone at the hooded guy's side and walking away.
The next scene shows Jackson arriving home in his car. His gear is stowed away in his car again. He walks into the house and because of how late it is, the lights are all off. The family are asleep. He tiptoes through the house, being careful not to make much noise before climbing into bed. Vanessa stirs as his cold body presses against hers in a nice warm embrace.
It's so late baby. Where have you been?!
I had some cleaning up to do baby. I'm sorry. Get some sleep. I love you.
With that, Vanessa drifts off to sleep. She may not have even heard Jackson's words. Jackson closes his eyes and you see a smile appear on his face as we fade to black.
WHOOSH!
Fuck's that, bruv?!
What do you mean?! What you trying to pull?! Get on with it, come on, come on!
With that, another whoosh sound is heard as a man is seen dropping down from a ledge behind where these two goons are looking. He drops about twenty feet from them, landing in a stance similar to that of an NFL player's three point stance. A brief hesitation and he runs at them, ducking an attack from the guy in the hooded top and swinging back one of his own. The frame freezes, showing a shot connecting with the face of the hooded guy.
I guess you're all wondering how we got here....
SIX MONTHS AGO
We are outside a small house in London. One car on the drive, nothing special. Flipping to inside, we see a man sitting at the table eating his breakfast. The TV is on, broadcasting the local news. Another story about gang violence here in London. A lady appears behind the man, seeming to be his wife.
You know, I really wish these Police could do something about this situation. It seems every day it gets worse and closer to us.
But what can they do, babe? These gangs are armed. Our boys pull so much as a taser out and they get buried in paper work for the next three months!
Of course, but Jackson, I'm just worried about the kind of world we are bringing our kids up in. Know what I mean?
Yeah...Me too. Where are they anyway? Shouldn't they be up now, anyway?
Almost on cue, two children come running into the room. One boy, one girl. The girl comes running through first, screaming in excitement. Her pigtails flying around as her attention darts from what's in front of her to looking over her shoulder to see if her brother will catch her yet. Her brother follows soon after, a plastic mask and a blanket, crudely tied around his neck as a makeshift cape. Jackson looks up from his now finished meal and smiles at them.
See, Vanessa? Who needs the Police when we have our two little heroes here? Right. I need to go. Anthony...Chloe...Come give your old man a hug!
The kids both stop dead, running to Jackson and giving him a hug and a kiss on each cheek before they go running off again. Jackson gets up out of his chair, finishing his coffee. He throws his coat on as he gives Vanessa a kiss. The kids must have spotted them as you hear their disgust in the background.
EERRGGHH!!
Jackson and Vanessa smile to each other. They clearly see the funny side of their kids' expression.
I love you.
Love you too...See you tonight.
With that, Jackson heads for the door. It clicks behind him as we fade to black.
"There was never anything particularly special about my life up to this point."
TWO HOURS LATER
We come back and see Jackson opening the shutters to "Grace's Goods". A small hardware store he has operated here for the last five years. It's everything you'd expect from a family operated business. A small selection of tools from handsaws to hammers and anything in between without being too specialist. The sun illuminates the shelving and reaches the back of the shop as the shutters slowly raise up. Jackson puts the key in, opens the door and walks into the store, taking in the view again.
Morning, old friend. Let's hope for another good day!
With that, Jackson goes about setting up the shop. Popping some change into the till from the safe, filling in a little bit of daily paperwork and pottering about coffee in hand. The phone rings, surprising Jackson who isn't used to hearing off anyone for the first hour or so of the day.
Grace's Goods, Jackson speaking. How can I help you?
...
Oh hey, Gary. Yeah I'm still on for this afternoon.
...
Yeah, I'm really enjoying it. Six months already, huh?
...
OK, see you then. Bye!
Jackson hangs up the phone. Unbeknown to him, a lady had walked into the store while he was talking. She's a fairly young girl with a company polo shirt on. Brown hair, a round face and square almost hipster glasses.
Morning, Gemma! You're here early!
Hey, boss! Yeah I got a lift in today. You're not planning secret getaways from Mrs. Grace now are you? People phoning the store while you're here alone!
Behave yourself! Hahaha. Of course not, it's my Wrestling instructor just checking I'm still on for today. So I'll need to take off around three. You good locking up?
Yeah, no problem! How's that going, anyway?
Well Gary seems impressed by how I've picked it all up...But what can I say? I must be a natural athlete!
Jackson flexes jokingly as Gemma can't keep a straight face and giggles as she walks into the back, hanging her bag up and pouring herself a drink. Jackson walks back into the office, knowing his morning is a little more free than he thought it would be now his only staff member is on duty. His office is a pretty standard store office. A simple desk, chair and a PC he barely knows how to operate. He was always pretty stuck in his ways. He reaches into the top drawer and pulls out some resistance bands, looping them under his feet he starts to perform a few curls, checking the pump on his biceps as men always seem to do when working out as the scene fades again.
"Life was always so simple, back then. So wholesome. All I worried about was the love of my family and my company putting food on the table. Then it all changed."
LATER THAT DAY
We see Jackson headed out of the doors of a local gym. He's drenched in sweat and visibly tired, yet excited. His breathing is laboured from the workout Gary is putting him through each week.
Yeah, I'll see you later mate! Thanks again!
Jackson closes the door behind him, walking away and across the car park towards his car. Again as seems to be the theme....Nothing special. Just a 2004 model Ford Mondeo in black. He approaches the car, pressing the button on his key as the lights flash up, signalling the car is unlocked. Jackson reaches for the handle on the door and stops. He could have sworn he heard something. He looks around. It seems there's no one here. He pops the door open and then he hears it again. It's a woman screaming and it seems closer, this time.
A few seconds later, the woman who must have been screaming comes into view. She's running from someone and her top is torn. He doesn't recognize her from seeing her around, but almost right after, a man is shown jogging after her.
Come here, love! No one says no to me!
In those few seconds, all Jackson could hear was the words Vanessa said to him this morning. Right now they seem more impactful than ever. What if this was his daughter?
The woman runs towards Jackson, the man in hot pursuit.
"You know, I really wish these Police could do something about this situation. It seems every day it gets worse and closer to us."
Something awakes in Jackson. He almost jumps into action, allowing the woman to run past him before standing between her and her assailant.
Nothing to see here, my man! Move along. Me and this lady here have business!
Well, son I think your business here is done. Now why not go back where you came from before you get in real trouble?
That a threat, Gramps?
The assailant takes a threatening step towards Jackson. Pulling his shirt upwards, pulling attention to the knife he has tucked into his trousers.
As I said...Move along.
Jackson looks at the woman. Tears in her eyes. Should he go? Stay out of it for the sake of his family? Leave this woman to be assaulted in ways he doesn't even want to imagine? Jackson takes a deep breath and stiffens his stance. It's now or never. The man sees this and pulls his knife out of his trousers, lunging at Jackson. Jackson manages to avoid the attack and tries to pull the assailant into a sleeper hold like maneuver. He slips away and lunges again. Another dodge and a swift punch to the side of the man's face. This really angers the man who now starts wildly swinging at Jackson. A few punches connect, but he manages to avoid the knife. Jackson is still holding his own versus this wannabe gangster. Jackson manages to rock this guy with a big right hand to the jaw. The assailant stumbles back and Jackson thinks now is his chance. He grabs the guy with a pretty decent front facelock. An attempt to wear him down and possibly incapacitate him before he calls the police. All of a sudden, he feels a sharp punching pain in his abdomen. The man wriggles free and runs away into the darkness. Jackson stumbles and drops to his knee. After a few seconds he looks down and notices he was stabbed! He collapses against his car as the young woman comes to check on him, blurting out her gratitude. Just before he blacks out, Jackson manages three more words.
Call...the....Police.
We come back and have the oh-so familiar shot of the shot widening as if we are seeing it from Jackson's perspective of his eyes opening. We see Vanessa and the kids gathered around him in tears. They have no idea what went on down there.
Baby!! Are you ok?! What happened? What did you do?!
Jackson's face and accompanying growls of discomfort show he is barely awake, let alone ready to cope with this rapid fire questioning from his clearly distressed wife. She grabs his hand and sends the kids to go and play, looking him dead in the eyes.
Baby...What happened?
I was...There was a girl...A guy was trying to...{No Means No} her...I think.
What were you doing getting mixed up in it all?!
All I could hear is what you said earlier. Someone does need to do something. This lawless society can't go on any longer!
Well I might have said that, but I didn't mean you!!
I know...But if it was Chloe in that situation....Wouldn't we want someone to help?
Vanessa is lost for words. She looks at her husband who almost died today. Tears in her eyes and furious at him for what he did, yet so proud he stood up for an innocent girl. She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight as he silently grimaces in pain as Vanessa holds him tightly for a few seconds. You slowly see the grimace disappear from Jackson's face and his body relax. Vanessa notices this and looks up.
Falling to sleep on me huh? I guess some things never change. Get your rest baby.
"They say all heroes need an origin story...Well I guess this is mine."
TWO WEEKS LATER
Our next scene sees Jackson seemingly feeling much better. He's driving home from work along a road he has travelled many times. Today for some reason feels different. The sun is out, the roads are clear and Jackson is singing along to the radio.
"Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case"
Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a Decathlon store. It's a decent sized sporting goods store that seems to deal with a little bit of everything. He hastily pulls the car into the car park, coming to a stop outside of the doors. The car park isn't too busy, he manages to find a spot before cutting the engine. He climbs out, forgetting his wound as he grimaces in pain. Locking the door behind him, he takes a deep breath, looking upwards.
I hope you're right about this.
Jackson walks into the store. We see a brief montage of things being thrown into a basket. Dark blue camouflage hunting gear, a hooded top and a pair of motorcycle gloves as well as a tub of a dark goo like substance. He pays up and leaves, throwing the bag of stuff into the boot of his car before hopping in and driving away.
"I guess that brings us back to now!"
We come back to the shot of the hooded guy from the start being hit in the face, where we left off.
"My first job."
The sequence starts again, the hooded guy stumbles from the impact of the punch. Jackson turns around and ducks a lunge from the guy in the leather jacket, kicking him in the back and pushing him into his friend. They both tumble to the ground. The light catches the dark blue hue of Jackson's outfit as he gets back onto the guy in the jacket. One, two, three right hands to the face, the impact of them knocking his head against the floor, knocking him out cold. The hooded guy stands back up, seeing what has happened to his friend and lands a cheap shot on Jackson. Jackson stumbles back and hooded guy lifts his shirt threateningly, showing a knife...THAT KNIFE!! The knife that started all of this!! He pulls it out and swings at Jackson in the same way he did before. Maybe it's his signature move. Jackson manages to avoid the swing, just as he did all that time ago, this time managing to grab the knife hand and bend it at an unnatural angle. The guy collapses, rather than allow his arm to break. Jackson uses the distraction to deliver a crisp right hand to his jaw, also knocking him out cold. Jackson digs into his pocket and pulls out a mobile phone. Nothing special. An old beaten up Nokia he had hanging around a draw. He makes the call to the police, alerting them of the deal before dropping the phone at the hooded guy's side and walking away.
The next scene shows Jackson arriving home in his car. His gear is stowed away in his car again. He walks into the house and because of how late it is, the lights are all off. The family are asleep. He tiptoes through the house, being careful not to make much noise before climbing into bed. Vanessa stirs as his cold body presses against hers in a nice warm embrace.
It's so late baby. Where have you been?!
I had some cleaning up to do baby. I'm sorry. Get some sleep. I love you.
With that, Vanessa drifts off to sleep. She may not have even heard Jackson's words. Jackson closes his eyes and you see a smile appear on his face as we fade to black.