Which Side Do You Pick? Red or Blue?

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Which Side Do You Pick? Red or Blue? - InfamOusUser - 01-20-2014

Roleplay Title: Which Side Do You Pick? Red or Blue?

Character Song Tone: Eminem's - Legacy

Character Mood: Somber.
Character Setting: Office Building, corner office, roughly mid-afternoon in the brisk cold Winter days after the New Year.

And if you fall, I'll get you there, I'll be your Savior from all the wars
That are fought inside your World, please have faith in my words..

CAUSE....

This is my legacy(legacy)
This is my legacy(legacy)
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me
You can only see
This is my legacy(legacy)

From a black fade in, to a sequence of the camera panning the Office building, floor number nine pass all the office cubicles. Hey look there's Jim, Tommy, Susan, and can't forget Mankeet the Indian Coding Specialist. The camera basically walking up the carpeted floor to which you only seem to smell is the tainted coffee cups with that mornings brew and those half eaten Subway sandwiches that was bought for lunch. The last cubicle in view sits the man that is known as INFAMOUS. He's unmasked, but his identity is withheld from your knowledge because that'd be too easy.

Infamous dressed like any normal business man, with a suit tie tied about his collared white shirt. His dark black slacks to contrast his white and light blue tie. He's tirelessly working away on some paperwork and tying away on his keyboard to his Dell Business computer desktop. The camera peers over the cubicle wall to behind Infamous, in which the music that had been playing changes to a faster version; the piano keys faster, the snare drum patters faster, and the female singer sings the chorus again.

And if you fall, I'll get you there, I'll be your Savior from all the wars
That are fought inside your World, please have faith in my words..

You view in the ear, Infamous as a single earbud earphone that the music seems to be coming from. As his phone lights up, and from the keyboard Infamous hand reaches up to the ear to disturb the music to answer the phoneline. Infamous stalls before putting the receiver to his ear. His voice cold, and vacant; you can clearly tell- Infamous wants to be somewhere else. He is not comfortable with the surroundings.

“Hello?”

“Hello..... '#-%#&', I've been anticipating this phone call.”

“Oh you have?”

“Very inquisitive are you? Let's meet.”

The voice on the other end, very calm, easily able to understand. You can tell he must be someone in an Administrative position.

“Meet? Dude, I don't randomly meet strangers. This isn't How to Catch a Predator- fucker. And how did you know my name?”

“'#-%#&', because only someone like you could be so diabolical to go from working in your own businesses to working chains of marketing firms.”

“What can I say, this economy is brutal. But, you know my name, and I don't know yours.”

“Honestly, '#-%#&'- you can call me Administrator.”

The voice still calm, seemingly unknowingly that the conversation is being recorded. But that's okay, someone walks passed, it's Jason and he's got a package. The package drops onto the desk and Jason continues on his way. Jason is lonely and no one seems to know it's his birthday. Normally they bake cake for the birthday boy, but this time- everyone has forgotten Jason's birthday. He's gonna kill himself later.

“Open the package '#-%#&'.”

“Wait what? Are you stalking me?”

“No. But your phoneline is being recorded.”

Shruggingly, Infamous rips the edge of the package open and finds himself with a flip phone. It looks like his old black RZOR Motorola phone. Opening the phone up, it's got a random picture of Jessica Alba on it. She's super sexy, like an angelic harp playing giving the scene a bright beam of hope for the rest of it.

“What's with the phone?”

“Answer it.”

It begins to vibrate, as Infamous closes it, and flips it back open to answer it.

“Hello?”

“It's me again, you can hang up the other phone.”

Infamous quickly hangs up the other phone and you can tell the confusion is building in his mind.

“You answer directions, great. Leave your cubicle. There are men there wanting to kill you.”

“What?! Seriously?”

“Yeah. Stand up.”

Infamous moves and slowly rises to look over the cubicles.

“NO! Slowly!”

Infamous quickly ducks and drops down, but slowly rises again.

“I don't see anyone, everybody is working.”

“I know. Did you think this was the Matrix dumbass? That's copyright infringement and idea plagiarism. Just take your ass to the corner of Summerset and Keefe, 214 top floor of the three floor Loft. It's across from the Starbucks, you seriously can't miss it.”

“Seriously? This seems weird. Loft, Starbucks, plagiarism- what is going on?”

“I'll explain when you get here. It'll be fun!”

The line goes dead, and Infamous spins around and everyone is looking at him. He shrugs and shakes his head at them.

“What!? Never seen someone take a personal phone call from Morpheus!”

Infamous sits down and goes back to work.

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Character Mood: Confused, Determined for answers
Character Setting: Outside, about to enter a building. A Loft, across from Starbucks on Keefe and Summerset.
Character Time: Three hours afterwards from the phone call.

This is my legacy(legacy)
This is my legacy(legacy)
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me
You can only see
This is my legacy(legacy)

You watch Infamous with his hoodie sweatjacket on, he's not inside his normal business attire. T-shirt and jeans, his shoes finishing the outfit and his walk right to the door and inside. He is met with someone, a female- dressed in all black wearing sunglasses. Don't ask, but this bitch thinks she's outside in the sun and the summer. It's Winter cunt, take those bastards off while you're inside. The music dims and quiets as they acknowledge each other with a nod.

Infamous follows as she spins to the spins for them to walk up the flight of steps.

“Nice to meet you, '#-%#&'. I'm your Assistant, I am paid to make your stay worth wild.”

“Is that so? It'd be worth wild for you to remove those fucking glasses while you're inside.”

“I'm sorry, but I can't. It's the attire required to do my job. I'm your Assistant- Adriana.”

“Adriana, why am I here then?”

“You're here to re-enter.”

Infamous stalls, as the stairwell rotates feeding the camera to the other side so that they can take the next flight to the third floor. You can see the door right at the top of the landing. Infamous hurries skipping steps still confused and still determined- everyone giving him bullshit answers to these simple easy questions. Stopping before the top, so that Adriana the Assistant can catch-up.

“Re-enter huh? Not sure what you mean, but let's meet this Administrator.”

The door opens, and the Assistant walks Infamous in, as the Administrator is there standing at the window. He spins about and turns to the entering Infamous.

“Alas, '#-%#&' it's me, the Administrator.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“No the pleasure is all mine. Complete honor.”

“So why am I here?”

“Please, come- sit and relax.”

Administrator ushers Infamous over to a pair of seats. Infamous sits down and Administrator goes onto a rant or something. The Assistant leaves the room so that they can be alone.

“Right now I can pretty much guess you're wondering why you're here, what answers could I give you to many questions that are out there. But really I have called you here, for you to give me answers to the questions that I ask. I can see it in your eyes, you're looking at me, you're looking at this room- now back at the door, Adriana and now back to me. The rabbit hole, the truth, the answers- what's real?”

“Seriously, is this the fucking Matrix?”

“Dude no! This is XWF, and yes I may offer you two pills, but you're not suppose to take them. You're just suppose to choose the side. Do you wish to be for me, or against me. I need someone with your strength, your wisdom and your experience. XWF is hurting in a bad way. You're the only one familiar enough with Black Circle, you're the only one that can defeat it. I have spoken to someone, and they only re-entered if they were certain you'd be on board.”

Infamous drops his head, and looks at the floor, his eyes rolling back and forth.

“Honestly I don't know, fight the Black Circle? I've been out of wrestling for years. Two years and a few months.”

“I know '#-%#&', but you can wear a mask, you can be yourself again.”

“So my role is just to help get rid of the Black Circle?”

“Precisely. If you rise to fame again, you rise to fame. If you fail and find yourself struggling. I know I called on the wrong guy. But I was lead to believe, you were still the best.”

“When do I begin?”

“When can you start?”

“As soon as you need me.”

“Well, '#-%#&', I needed you two weeks ago. But time flies when you're fighting Shane

.”

Silence. Pure silence. Infamous lifts his eyes, staring at Administrator.

“Who in the hell would nominate me?”

“I can't tell you that. But you'll find out.”

“And no taking pills?”

“Not really. Unless you wanted to.”

“NAH MAN! This ain't the fucking Matrix!”

Infamous laughs, and stands offering his hand for Morpheus JR, Administrator to sign aboard. It looks like Infamous is on the Team Administrator. In walks the Assistant with a duffel bag.

“Pick your mask, and you can begin whenever you'd like.”

Looking through the masks, Infamous stops pulling handfuls of masks out. Holding up his left hand looking to the two black leather wearing weirdos. Weird attire for Administration, but I guess. In his left hand are two masks, a Bozo the Clown mask- and a mask smiley face. In his right hand a mask frowny face.

“Yeah.... I think I got this. Eliminate Black Circle? Challenge accepted.”

We fade out, as Infamous is trying on his masks. Administrator happy, and the Assistant making notes as Infamous is waving the masks and giving her dictation of ideas. The music volume kicks up, as the chorus plays again.