Jake receives Sam
The Bunny King approaches the house of Jake, his hands intwined behind him. his pace is steady
and his face is of curiosity. before he is given the opportunity to knock his presence, the
front door opens abruptly and there he is, Jake, looking irrate. his eyes a twirling storm
of rage and frustration. the door vibrates in his clenched hand. his other holds a beer bottle.
The Bunny King acknowledges this, but says nothing of it, for the moment.
"I'm going out of mind, man." the words rushing out of Jake's mouth like a burst dam.
"Come in, please, i really need your guidance."
"No, let us talk in the open. confining yourself within walls can do your mind no good. come
my friend, you need air upon your face."
The Bunny King moves away from the opening to Jake's solitude. he can sense the negative
atmosphere emanating from within. Jake makes no move to follow, primarily, but the shift
of a deep breath from rapid pants convinces his feet forward.
(the presence of The Bunny King acts quick to sooth Jake)
the door does not slam but its nudged closer echoes in The Bunny Kings sensitive ears.
The Bunny King sits on the front step and Jake lowers himself beside, letting his bottom drop hard
to the firm surface. he lifts the bottle to his lips and lets it flow down his throat. bubbles gurgle
from within the glass. The Bunny King watches, waiting.
the bottle lowers and Jake's lips slip off, a slight spray pastes his hand on the bottle.
"this is unbelievable. he (Pigface) gives me shit just because i go out to get a few jobs here and there. i
mean, we do live in a society, i have to have money to live, especially to support the band."
Jake shakes his head. "fucking asshole!"
the bottle lifts and he takes another swig.
"now what am i supposed to do? i got no band. i have a job i hate, which i got just to support the
band. dammit! this is not like it is supposed to go. i shouldn't be in this situation."
again beer glides within himself.
at last The Bunny King speaks. "perhaps this has a purpose."
the bottle jerks away from Jake's mouth, this time more than a spray is released.
"are you fucking kidding me! a purpose! this is bullshit! what purpose is there!"
"are you aware that Chris has also chose to leave Leatherface?"
"no. but so what?" his eyes are squinted in anger.
"perhaps you should start your own band. one that you and Chris shall lead together."
Jake pauses, his eyes adjust, opening up a little, than withdraw.
"no. no, no. you don't understand. it's just too hard. i mean, starting a band. i don't have the
skill for that." he drinks. "and besides, there's just too much to be done."
"and what would you have? it just handed to you. my friend, nothing is that simple. i don't despute
the fact it will take work and dedication, but at least it will be yours and trivial matters such
as attaining jobs to support it will do nothing to disrupt it."
Jake's eyes wander, open again. his mind thinks. he lifts the bottle slowly, then pulls it away.
"but...where would i even start?"
The Bunny King reaches out slowly and takes the bottle from Jake, tossing it aside.
"Bands cannot be handed to you, but perhaps inspiration can!"
with that said, The Bunny King stands and reaches to back within his cloak. as his arm comes out,
an axe follows. he holds it before him, balanced upon his palms.
"i give to you Sam! the instrument that shall aid you on this journey, if you choose to walk it."
the axe gleams in the sunlight and Jake's eyes flash, now wide in amazement.
his hand rises, then he stands. he touches the handle with his left and a new light shines from within.
his right hovers momentarily, then he takes it. holding it much like The Bunny King did, except his
fingers fold over it, clasped tight.
and his face is of curiosity. before he is given the opportunity to knock his presence, the
front door opens abruptly and there he is, Jake, looking irrate. his eyes a twirling storm
of rage and frustration. the door vibrates in his clenched hand. his other holds a beer bottle.
The Bunny King acknowledges this, but says nothing of it, for the moment.
"I'm going out of mind, man." the words rushing out of Jake's mouth like a burst dam.
"Come in, please, i really need your guidance."
"No, let us talk in the open. confining yourself within walls can do your mind no good. come
my friend, you need air upon your face."
The Bunny King moves away from the opening to Jake's solitude. he can sense the negative
atmosphere emanating from within. Jake makes no move to follow, primarily, but the shift
of a deep breath from rapid pants convinces his feet forward.
(the presence of The Bunny King acts quick to sooth Jake)
the door does not slam but its nudged closer echoes in The Bunny Kings sensitive ears.
The Bunny King sits on the front step and Jake lowers himself beside, letting his bottom drop hard
to the firm surface. he lifts the bottle to his lips and lets it flow down his throat. bubbles gurgle
from within the glass. The Bunny King watches, waiting.
the bottle lowers and Jake's lips slip off, a slight spray pastes his hand on the bottle.
"this is unbelievable. he (Pigface) gives me shit just because i go out to get a few jobs here and there. i
mean, we do live in a society, i have to have money to live, especially to support the band."
Jake shakes his head. "fucking asshole!"
the bottle lifts and he takes another swig.
"now what am i supposed to do? i got no band. i have a job i hate, which i got just to support the
band. dammit! this is not like it is supposed to go. i shouldn't be in this situation."
again beer glides within himself.
at last The Bunny King speaks. "perhaps this has a purpose."
the bottle jerks away from Jake's mouth, this time more than a spray is released.
"are you fucking kidding me! a purpose! this is bullshit! what purpose is there!"
"are you aware that Chris has also chose to leave Leatherface?"
"no. but so what?" his eyes are squinted in anger.
"perhaps you should start your own band. one that you and Chris shall lead together."
Jake pauses, his eyes adjust, opening up a little, than withdraw.
"no. no, no. you don't understand. it's just too hard. i mean, starting a band. i don't have the
skill for that." he drinks. "and besides, there's just too much to be done."
"and what would you have? it just handed to you. my friend, nothing is that simple. i don't despute
the fact it will take work and dedication, but at least it will be yours and trivial matters such
as attaining jobs to support it will do nothing to disrupt it."
Jake's eyes wander, open again. his mind thinks. he lifts the bottle slowly, then pulls it away.
"but...where would i even start?"
The Bunny King reaches out slowly and takes the bottle from Jake, tossing it aside.
"Bands cannot be handed to you, but perhaps inspiration can!"
with that said, The Bunny King stands and reaches to back within his cloak. as his arm comes out,
an axe follows. he holds it before him, balanced upon his palms.
"i give to you Sam! the instrument that shall aid you on this journey, if you choose to walk it."
the axe gleams in the sunlight and Jake's eyes flash, now wide in amazement.
his hand rises, then he stands. he touches the handle with his left and a new light shines from within.
his right hovers momentarily, then he takes it. holding it much like The Bunny King did, except his
fingers fold over it, clasped tight.