Jerry Springer: My Best Friend Left Me-- Then I Died!
[The crowd roars it’s utter enthusiasm, stomping their feet erratically as a pasty old man with a bad case of blond hair dye takes to the stage, smiling and shaking hands as he goes. The chorus of "JERRY, JERRY, JERRY" is stopped eventually by the wave of his hands. Roxas crosses his arms and leans back in his seat, face completely and utterly sour.]
Welcome to the show! Today we have a very special guest with us; Axel, who brings a rather harrowing tale of how his best friend left him for another man.
[The crowd 'aww's in sympathy.]
But to jump right into it- Axel! Hello! So your best friend up and left you, that's the tale so far, right?
[Axel, who in contrast with Roxas looks more vindicated than anything, nods calmly a few times.]
That's exactly it, Jerry. And when you say best friend, I'm not even sure you understand the full extent of friendship here. We'd been through a whole lot together, you know?
[Quick to react as always, the audience hums in understanding; one daring character stands up to shout at the stage-] BROS BEFORE HO'S, MAN!
[Jerry is quick to hush him, eyes on the stage, always keener than keen to stir up what he can.]
Roxas, are we to take this to mean you don't value that kind of friendship?
It's not like that. Axel's just being stupid. [The crowd boo's, always ready to take a side. Roxas throws them a glare before Jerry urges him on, and-- is that piano music?]
I gave him my winner's stick. We were...well. [A small smile- which drops quite fast.] He didn't understand what it was like to know your Other is out there, waiting for you.
I had other places to be.
BROS BEFORE-
Shut up.
[The camera pans dramatically in on Axel's face, catching his reaction- his smirk tightens, and all the amusement drains from his eyes. This isn't as fun anymore.]
Maybe you should have kept your winners stick for Sora, then. [The crowd 'oooooh's loudly, and Jerry badly conceals a laugh by turning it into a cough at the last moment.]
[Apparently pleased with this reaction, Axel slumps back in his chair, arms crossed and expression almost as sour as Roxas'.]
[On the contrary, Roxas looks just about ready to set the camera man on fire and stuff that stupid wig down Jerry's throat. But ever so calmly, leaning towards Axel as if he's about to tell a secret-] I've given Sora lots of things.
Much better than my Winner's Stick.
[The crowd gasps, shouting out in utter turmoil. And in the midst of it, Roxas simply crosses on leg over the other, leaning away with a small smirk.]
[Jerry's aforementioned keen eyes zero on Axel's fingers and the way they're currently digging into that nice leather chair he's sitting on. That kind of chair doesn't come cheap.]
[For a moment it looks as though Axel's just going to ignore it, let Roxas have his little jab- but it's only two seconds before Jerry's mic is being grabbed by an audience member and pulled towards a gum-filled, jabbering mouth.]
Excuuuuuse me! Are you gunna let him talk to you like that, boy? Are you gunna let him treat you that away, after all you 'pparently been through?!
[That's all it takes for Axel to be out of the chair; security steps forward, ready to break something up- but they don't need to be. His most powerful weapon right now is words, and Axel knows it.]
You know what? You're assuming I care Roxas! Something I can't do, remember? Go share whatever the hell you want with whoever the hell you want- just don't expect me to be offering you any popsicles anytime soon.
You know what? Fine! [Roxas stands up, completely fed up with Axel's behavior-- and this stupid show.] I bet there's better clock towers to sit on!
[Jerry, Jerry--...Jerry?]
[...Jerry?]
[Jer-- ah.]
[There you are.]
[[ooc: Your character has the unfortunate honor of playing the host of the show. Rile things up more, or settle them down-- it's up to you.]]
Welcome to the show! Today we have a very special guest with us; Axel, who brings a rather harrowing tale of how his best friend left him for another man.
[The crowd 'aww's in sympathy.]
But to jump right into it- Axel! Hello! So your best friend up and left you, that's the tale so far, right?
[Axel, who in contrast with Roxas looks more vindicated than anything, nods calmly a few times.]
That's exactly it, Jerry. And when you say best friend, I'm not even sure you understand the full extent of friendship here. We'd been through a whole lot together, you know?
[Quick to react as always, the audience hums in understanding; one daring character stands up to shout at the stage-] BROS BEFORE HO'S, MAN!
[Jerry is quick to hush him, eyes on the stage, always keener than keen to stir up what he can.]
Roxas, are we to take this to mean you don't value that kind of friendship?
It's not like that. Axel's just being stupid. [The crowd boo's, always ready to take a side. Roxas throws them a glare before Jerry urges him on, and-- is that piano music?]
I gave him my winner's stick. We were...well. [A small smile- which drops quite fast.] He didn't understand what it was like to know your Other is out there, waiting for you.
I had other places to be.
BROS BEFORE-
Shut up.
[The camera pans dramatically in on Axel's face, catching his reaction- his smirk tightens, and all the amusement drains from his eyes. This isn't as fun anymore.]
Maybe you should have kept your winners stick for Sora, then. [The crowd 'oooooh's loudly, and Jerry badly conceals a laugh by turning it into a cough at the last moment.]
[Apparently pleased with this reaction, Axel slumps back in his chair, arms crossed and expression almost as sour as Roxas'.]
[On the contrary, Roxas looks just about ready to set the camera man on fire and stuff that stupid wig down Jerry's throat. But ever so calmly, leaning towards Axel as if he's about to tell a secret-] I've given Sora lots of things.
Much better than my Winner's Stick.
[The crowd gasps, shouting out in utter turmoil. And in the midst of it, Roxas simply crosses on leg over the other, leaning away with a small smirk.]
[Jerry's aforementioned keen eyes zero on Axel's fingers and the way they're currently digging into that nice leather chair he's sitting on. That kind of chair doesn't come cheap.]
[For a moment it looks as though Axel's just going to ignore it, let Roxas have his little jab- but it's only two seconds before Jerry's mic is being grabbed by an audience member and pulled towards a gum-filled, jabbering mouth.]
Excuuuuuse me! Are you gunna let him talk to you like that, boy? Are you gunna let him treat you that away, after all you 'pparently been through?!
[That's all it takes for Axel to be out of the chair; security steps forward, ready to break something up- but they don't need to be. His most powerful weapon right now is words, and Axel knows it.]
You know what? You're assuming I care Roxas! Something I can't do, remember? Go share whatever the hell you want with whoever the hell you want- just don't expect me to be offering you any popsicles anytime soon.
You know what? Fine! [Roxas stands up, completely fed up with Axel's behavior-- and this stupid show.] I bet there's better clock towers to sit on!
[Jerry, Jerry--...Jerry?]
[...Jerry?]
[Jer-- ah.]
[There you are.]
[[ooc: Your character has the unfortunate honor of playing the host of the show. Rile things up more, or settle them down-- it's up to you.]]