Author Topic: THE PERFORMANCE THREAD aside ((action)) %%thought%% (Read 1964862 times)

saucycobblers · « **Reply #2740 on:** September 25, 2006, 04:03:35 pm »

((JBB blanches at the thought of getting down 'n' dirty with the butt in question))

JBB:

** Uh, Mr Twist, you mind if we go? This old timer's givin' me the creeps **

Daniel · « **Reply #2741 on:** September 25, 2006, 04:09:58 pm »

YOUNG JACK:

((looks down at JBB again.))

**Sure thing...I'll be right back with yer pen, sir.**

((Jack lays down some cash on the counter and heads out the door, wavin' at the CLERK's offer a change. He holds the brown paper bag with one hand as he opens the door for JBB to roll back out.))

**Feel better now?**

saucycobblers · « **Reply #2742 on:** September 25, 2006, 04:23:45 pm »

JBB:

** Thankye kindly Mr Twist. Now, back ta this postcard. Ahm not too good with words when it comes ta... um... sweet wefted nothings, so I thought I'd borrow from a friend a mine... Mr Peter Gabriel. Ya know, ah toured with Genesis back in '72, just afore he left and did that there Cranberry Hill and Nail Hammer an' all that caper. But that's another story... er... ah was thinkin' ah usin' this...**

((JBB clears his throat of creamy phlegm))

**Love I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are.

Ya remember when we was drivin' away from Broken Arse in yer little truck, Mr Twist? You weren't the only one who wuz weepin' creamy tears... Ya reckon ya kin fit all a that on the postcard?**

Daniel · « **Reply #2743 on:** September 25, 2006, 04:31:22 pm »

YOUNG JACK:

**Sure we can... I jes' gotta write small.**

((Jack looks at his handiwork.))

**Ain't much room for a signature.**

((JBB's last words finally start to sink in. Tears quickly rise to his eyes.))

**Oh, dang it all, JBB... Why'd ya have to bring up leavin' the mountain?**

saucycobblers · « **Reply #2744 on:** September 25, 2006, 04:36:14 pm »

((JBB sniffs loudly))

** Sorry Mr. Twist. Don't worry 'bout the signature. He'll know who it's from. Reckon ya could post it fer me? **

((JBB wonders if he'll ever hear from his beloved loopy, wefted one again and swallows hard))

**Would ya mind puttin' me back in yer pocket? Bin a long day...**

Daniel · « **Reply #2745 on:** September 25, 2006, 04:42:14 pm »

YOUNG JACK:

((Jack nods.))

**Who we postin' it to?**

saucycobblers · « **Reply #2746 on:** September 25, 2006, 04:46:52 pm »

JBB:

** Mr TERRY CLOTH, c/o Ms CHER's Sacred Comeback Tour Wig Trunk **

((JBB collapses into a pool of lanolin-free, non-comedogenic weeping))

Daniel · « **Reply #2747 on:** September 25, 2006, 04:55:25 pm »

YOUNG JACK:

((starting to get a little weepy himself.))

**Allight, 'nuff of that, now... Maybe he's happier whar he is? We.... we gotta learn ta let go of 'em.**

((Jack looks down at the postcard.))

**But I'll send yer postcard. Lettin' em go don't mean you haf ta hide yer feelin's from 'em. Jest means they're their own people... got their own dreams 'n such... I guess I always thought I'd be part a Ennis' jes like you'd be part of Terry's, I wonder if we can be happy like that agin.**

((Jack gets up from where he was sitting on the stoop just outside the gas station. He gently picks up JBB, puts him in his pocket, then heads in to return the pen and get the postcard posted.))

Ellemeno · « **Reply #2748 on:** September 26, 2006, 02:52:28 am »

JACK'S TEMPORARY IMAGINATION

%% In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes %%

((humming along with the haunting Peter Gabriel song, JACK'S IMAGINATION fantasizes ENNIS as a Venice Beach surfer dude, playing the guitar to it))

%% In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes %%

((in a reverie, the look in ENNIS's eyes comes back vividly to JACK'S IMAGINATION, the memory still green

The memory of those beautiful eyes makes JACK'S IMAGINATION so sad, that it hurries to a new imagining, one that never made the final cut of their time together

Daniel · « **Reply #2749 on:** September 26, 2006, 12:35:51 pm »

YOUNG JACK:

((still uncertain where he was going, Jack decided to heed the old CLERK's advice. He moved on as fast as his legs would carry him, wishing all the time for a spirited horse that could at least get him someplace faster... Even his old filly: the LOW STARTLE POINT HORSE sounded good right now, and heavens knew, she was a handful.))

((Thinking on old friends in high places wasn't helping matters much, though, and Jack felt a sadness wash over him. Didn't have enough money for a bus to anywhere, let alone up to where Ennis was, which was where he wanted to go. Would he be welcomed even if he went?))

((Jack pulled out a piece of beef jerky, chewed as he walked, which some people claim to have difficulty doing but Jack found he had a knack for.))

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