Post by Joey on Feb 14, 2022 19:14:06 GMT -5
Jude is seen at his home. He is on his cellphone having a conversation with his brother Redd. Jude has on a white tshirt, blue jeans, socks and no shoes. His blondish hair is messed up as if he had been sleeping. He has his phone to his left ear.
Jude: Yea I saw you there. So what have you decided? (after a pause) Ok fine, we’ll talk some more later.
Jude hangs up the phone and looks around, not sure what to do. He takes a deep breath.
Jude: When we were kids, back when we were kids, my brother and I had some talent. I mean real talent. Redd could play the trumpet, he taught himself, and joined band in 6th grade. He was really good, and might have been great. But that never happened. As for me? I could draw. I was really good at drawing plants and flowers. I was especially apt at drawing sunflowers, roses, tulips, but sunflowers were my specialty. My mother had been good at drawing too, I think I got that talent from her. But she said she stopped when she got married. I know better though, she didn’t stop, she was forced.
Jude looks at the ground, the cold white marble floor.
Jude: My father was a simple man and a hard man. He didn’t like us doing anything that didn’t contribute to what was and what would be. But mean drunks like him always have excuses for the things they do. My father didn’t think there was a future in trumpets or music or bands, he forced Redd to stop playing, just like I know he stopped my mother from drawing. He said she had better things to do. And in time when he discovered I could draw too, which we kept secret from him as long as we could, he stopped me from drawing. Well not stopped, he beat, he beat me every time he saw me draw, just like he beat Redd into stopping the trumpet. Just like he beat my mother into giving up on everything.
Jude looks up. His eyes angry.
Jude: And when he died, when he finally died. My mother just sort of closed herself off. I tried to get Redd to pick up his trumpet but by that time he no longer had any interest in that. As for me, when I tried to draw again, I found I couldn’t anymore. I tried for a very long time and I just couldn’t draw the way I used to. My father had killed that part of me for good. There was no getting it back. Hard as I tried.
Jude stands up and walks to his bay windows and looks out.
Jude: Anyway enough of that. So next Titans I will be facing my old friend Twilight. I hope its my last match for a while. Hopefully Redd will come back soon and it'll be his turn to take care of SFT. For him to put it on his shoulders for a while. But we shall see. So Twilight in all your lives and all your stories, you do not talk too much about your parents. You mention them but you never go too much into detail. And I wonder if you had good parents, good mothers? Good fathers? Were you a happy child in your lives? Were you loved and taken care of? Were you safe and sound, were you happy? These are things that interest me. These are things I want to know about you. Those are things that matter. So there you go my friend. This is me taking an interest in you.
Jude walks away.
..fade...to….Darkness…..
Jude: Yea I saw you there. So what have you decided? (after a pause) Ok fine, we’ll talk some more later.
Jude hangs up the phone and looks around, not sure what to do. He takes a deep breath.
Jude: When we were kids, back when we were kids, my brother and I had some talent. I mean real talent. Redd could play the trumpet, he taught himself, and joined band in 6th grade. He was really good, and might have been great. But that never happened. As for me? I could draw. I was really good at drawing plants and flowers. I was especially apt at drawing sunflowers, roses, tulips, but sunflowers were my specialty. My mother had been good at drawing too, I think I got that talent from her. But she said she stopped when she got married. I know better though, she didn’t stop, she was forced.
Jude looks at the ground, the cold white marble floor.
Jude: My father was a simple man and a hard man. He didn’t like us doing anything that didn’t contribute to what was and what would be. But mean drunks like him always have excuses for the things they do. My father didn’t think there was a future in trumpets or music or bands, he forced Redd to stop playing, just like I know he stopped my mother from drawing. He said she had better things to do. And in time when he discovered I could draw too, which we kept secret from him as long as we could, he stopped me from drawing. Well not stopped, he beat, he beat me every time he saw me draw, just like he beat Redd into stopping the trumpet. Just like he beat my mother into giving up on everything.
Jude looks up. His eyes angry.
Jude: And when he died, when he finally died. My mother just sort of closed herself off. I tried to get Redd to pick up his trumpet but by that time he no longer had any interest in that. As for me, when I tried to draw again, I found I couldn’t anymore. I tried for a very long time and I just couldn’t draw the way I used to. My father had killed that part of me for good. There was no getting it back. Hard as I tried.
Jude stands up and walks to his bay windows and looks out.
Jude: Anyway enough of that. So next Titans I will be facing my old friend Twilight. I hope its my last match for a while. Hopefully Redd will come back soon and it'll be his turn to take care of SFT. For him to put it on his shoulders for a while. But we shall see. So Twilight in all your lives and all your stories, you do not talk too much about your parents. You mention them but you never go too much into detail. And I wonder if you had good parents, good mothers? Good fathers? Were you a happy child in your lives? Were you loved and taken care of? Were you safe and sound, were you happy? These are things that interest me. These are things I want to know about you. Those are things that matter. So there you go my friend. This is me taking an interest in you.
Jude walks away.
..fade...to….Darkness…..
