Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 22:41:59 GMT -4
Bob Pocket and PJ Curtis sit in the back of the limo as it rides around New Orleans. Bob and PJ look around at the destruction that still lay around from Hurricane Katrina that has hit the city more than over a year ago. Because of it being below then the sea-level, some of the city is still flooded in areas that are lower than normal. But, seeing how Bob and PJ have never been in this part of America before, they don't know what to say or do. Besides, they haven't even really heard of the destruction that has gone on here since the only thing that they do is sit back and play video games. They aren't the kind of people to watch the News, unless of course it is about criticizm about certain game consoles and their games like the PS2 and the Grand Theft Auto series.
Driving by a family of coloured people who search for some belongings in a pile of rubble that used to be a house, Bob and PJ kneel on the upholstry seat and peer out the back window as the poor family watches what they think are rich people drive by, not even assisting them with help or a sum of money.
PJ Curtis: "My god... ... this limo driver took us to the wrong place."
PJ turns around and crawls to the front of the limo, looking at the limo driver.
PJ Curtis: "WE'RE IN AFRICA?!"
The driver looks at PJ with a questioned look upon his face and shakes his head.
Limo Driver: "No, son... we're in New Orleans, Louisiana. Either you have alzeimers or you've been living under a rock for the past year and a few months, but I'll inform you on what happened here. Back at the end of August in 2005, a hurricane was heading towards Florida and it was classified as a type one hurricane. But it shifted its direction and because of there being warm water in the course of its path, the hurricane's classification risen extremely high. The speed excelled as did the strength. It went on a new path of chaos and was heading straight for this city of New Orleans."
He pauses as he comes to a hault of a crosswalk where a family of three crosses. The limo driver waves to them and when they are on the other side watching in wonder, he continues on driving down the same stretch of road that he has been on before.
Limo Driver: "This city is under sea-level, meaning that the ground that buildings and houses here are placed on are further down in the Earth than where the sea-level is. The water easily broke the dams that prevented them from moving into this area, and when the water finally did come into this city, it came with such force it destroyed a path of houses, demolished trees and buildings, killed thousands of people and flooded the city as a whole. The wind of the hurricane tore things out of the ground and sent them flying far, far, far away. Ever since then the people here have been living in the slums and had to face such obstacles as food and money rationing, car pooling, house renting or even worse; having to resort to sleeping in the stadiums."
Bob and PJ think for a moment.
Bob Pocket: "So why aren't they rebuilding the city?"
Limo Driver: "Well, the truth is that every single day they are trying their hardest to restore their lives and make things normal again. But the prices for each family is far to overwhelming and they have trouble making ends meet. Even donations from people isn't enough to help anybody and relief funds certainly aren't helping any as far as we're concerned."
PJ sighs.
PJ Curtis: "Are these people that lazy? Why don't they just get jobs?"
Grinding his teeth, the limo driver shakes his head.
Limo Driver: "Listen to me, son, don't be ignorant when it comes to these people, all right? They're trying as hard as they can. They have trouble getting any kind of jobs here because many of them are either taking up by other people trying to restore their lives and homes, or there just aren't enough jobs from the hurricane destroying what used to be buildings that people made a living in by either working office jobs in cubicles, or working at a simple fast-food restaraunt."
PJ shrugs and walks to the back of the limo where Bob sits.
Bob Pocket: "What an asshole."
PJ Curtis: "Yeah, tell me about it. I think that there is another reason why people here have a hard time getting jobs. I mean... sheesh... look at these people and what culture they are."
Bob Pocket: "Don't be racist just because they're black."
PJ Curtis: "No, it's not because they're black, it's because they are Southern people."
Bob Pocket: "...And?"
PJ Curtis: "And everybody knows that people from the South are all about being inbred, chewing tobacco, working on farms and being just plain old lazy. Look at Christian Michaels, he's a prime example of what I am trying to say. The guy is never willing to work a day-job since all that he does is work one to four days a frikkin' week."
Bob nods.
Bob Pocket: "Well, we aren't exactly full of motive either, you know."
PJ Curtis: "Oh? What did we just accomplish the other day?"
Bob thinks.
Bob Pocket: "Being able to fit into one pant-size bigger?"
PJ Curtis: "No! WE won the Tag Team Titles."
Bob Pocket: "OH! Yes, that's right."
PJ Curtis: "We also managed to accept this trip. We have to visit five places in one week! That's seven days! We pretty much have only two days of free time, you know."
Bob Pocket: "We're busy bees."
PJ Curtis: "Sh'up."
The limo comes to a hault at a huge tree that is stuck in the middle of the road.
PJ Curtis: "I told you that these people are lazy! They won't even chop up a nice piece of firewood and take it home!"
Limo Driver: "They don't have homes."
PJ Curtis: "Well, they could've called the Department of Land and Forests to make dispose of this."
Limo Driver: "They don't have phones or electricity either."
PJ gets fed up.
PJ Curtis: "All right, all right... ... ... but still, make use out of all these people and make them work like they are meant to in order to get their lives back on track. Get them and let them carry this piece of crap out of the road way. They are blocking celebrities with big names such as me and Bob here from doing our destined jobs."
Limo Driver: "Would you shut up, please?"
PJ stands up, but hits his head on the roof of the limo. He gets on his knees, rubbing his forehead. He gets on his feet and stands up a little bit, close enough to the roof but now unable to hit his head.
PJ Curtis: "I'm not going to take that from you. I'm a Tag Team Champion! We are the frikkin' George Foreman's of this sport! We can make or break other people's careers, all right? Believe that, bitch? You see, I don't care. I'm stepping out of here and doing what we're supposed to be doing. C'mon Bob, let's roll."
PJ opens the back door and he and Bob step out with their Tag Team Titles over their shoulders. They dust their pants off after stepping on the dirt road. The limo stays at a hault and doesn't move. PJ seems annoyed and slams the door shut. He reaches down and grabs a picture frame the might have belonged to a house that once stood here and he throws it at the rear-window, putting large a crack in it.
Bob Pocket: "Serenity's is still bigger."
The two continue to walk down the dusty-trail that once was either fully covered of tarmac or concrete. But, a hurricane isn't that strong to seperate all of that from the ground, so we now know that this road was always dirt unless the people ripped everything off of it to sell for a simple buck or two. Bob and PJ look back at the limo that still sits there with the driver in it who is probably crying, but PJ doesn't really care. They continue walking and a family walks up to them. PJ and Bob observe them and the father looks at them as if he is about to plead for something.
Father: "Please... please, I don't want to bother the both of you, but do you two have a dollar or some spare change? Some small pocket coins would be fine. We're on a tight budget and we don't really have much more to spend. My son here has a terrible cough that we fear might be phnemonia or something as worse. A dime or a quarter would be fine enough and we'll settle for anything."
Bob and PJ look at each other.
Bob Pocket: "What about gold?"
Bob grabs PJ's Title and hands it to the man. He declines it, putting his hand against it and pushing it back.
Father: "It's not the gold we want. We need to buy some food."
Bob Pocket: "Leather can taste somewhat good if you try it."
The father sighs, scratching the back of his head, feeling like he isn't going to get anywhere. PJ sort of feels sorry for the guy, so he reaches in his back wallet and opens it up. He splits it in half and looks in the back where a lot of money is placed in bill form. The family looks relieved, but PJ opens the change section and pulls out a dollar, handing it to the man.
PJ Curtis: "Since you asked politely, you get a dollar."
The man somewhat feels cheated and sighs. Bob elbows PJ in the ribs.
PJ Curtis: "Argh! Fine, I'll give you a couple of twenties. Also, since you people probably don't have a home... or do you? Either way, it doesn't matter, that limo behind us can be yours."
PJ pulls out the money that he has promised and gives it to the man who thankfully takes it. He shakes PJ's hand and pats him on the back.
Father: "You're for real about the limo... right?"
PJ Curtis: "Hey, would a couple of guys who walk around with Gold lie about something like that? We could easily buy another one."
Bob Pocket: "Yeah and you guys don't have to live in that limo. You can always sell it for money."
Father: "I never thought of it like that. But thank you two, thank you so much."
The father and his family walk to the limo. He snickers on their way and talks behind their back without them hearing.
Father: "I just conned myself another couple of idiots."
They enter the back door of the limo and it starts to drive down the road to wherever the man asked it to. PJ and Bob stands there and watch it go off.
Bob Pocket: "PJ, I can't help but feel that this trip changed us for the better."
PJ Curtis: "Meh, atleast we can do cool stuff and we can get fresh air."
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, but why do we have to walk for the rest of the way?"
PJ Curtis: "Because... we... uhh... AW, DAMNIT!"
Bob reaches in his pocket and pulls out a cellphone. He dials in a number.
Bob Pocket: "Is this Hamid? ... ... Hey, I just thought that I would let you know that our... umm... limo kind of got hijacked and we are no longer in it. So we need a new one, pronto! ... ... ... Uh-huh... ... ... I know, I know... ... ... no, it was PJ's idea to leave and give the limo away... ... ... YES! I'm being serious... ... ... do you think I'd be the kind to lie to a man with a turban? ... ... Oh, you don't wear one... ... my bad, my bad... ... all right, I'll tell him. Thanks, Mr. Ismaili."
Bob hangs up the cellphone.
PJ Curtis: "So?"
Bob Pocket: "A new limo is on its way from Texas."
PJ Curtis: "Good."
Bob Pocket: "Oh, and only you have to pay for your trip expenses now for that stupid decision back there."
PJ Curtis: "What?! I was being a good person! I just promoted W2K to poor people back there by giving away our limo!"
Bob Pocket: "That's exactly the point. Poor people don't have cable. W2K won't get any reputation from it, idiot. Hamid even said so."
PJ sighs and cries and thinks he dies... but his mind lies. Fade out.
Driving by a family of coloured people who search for some belongings in a pile of rubble that used to be a house, Bob and PJ kneel on the upholstry seat and peer out the back window as the poor family watches what they think are rich people drive by, not even assisting them with help or a sum of money.
PJ Curtis: "My god... ... this limo driver took us to the wrong place."
PJ turns around and crawls to the front of the limo, looking at the limo driver.
PJ Curtis: "WE'RE IN AFRICA?!"
The driver looks at PJ with a questioned look upon his face and shakes his head.
Limo Driver: "No, son... we're in New Orleans, Louisiana. Either you have alzeimers or you've been living under a rock for the past year and a few months, but I'll inform you on what happened here. Back at the end of August in 2005, a hurricane was heading towards Florida and it was classified as a type one hurricane. But it shifted its direction and because of there being warm water in the course of its path, the hurricane's classification risen extremely high. The speed excelled as did the strength. It went on a new path of chaos and was heading straight for this city of New Orleans."
He pauses as he comes to a hault of a crosswalk where a family of three crosses. The limo driver waves to them and when they are on the other side watching in wonder, he continues on driving down the same stretch of road that he has been on before.
Limo Driver: "This city is under sea-level, meaning that the ground that buildings and houses here are placed on are further down in the Earth than where the sea-level is. The water easily broke the dams that prevented them from moving into this area, and when the water finally did come into this city, it came with such force it destroyed a path of houses, demolished trees and buildings, killed thousands of people and flooded the city as a whole. The wind of the hurricane tore things out of the ground and sent them flying far, far, far away. Ever since then the people here have been living in the slums and had to face such obstacles as food and money rationing, car pooling, house renting or even worse; having to resort to sleeping in the stadiums."
Bob and PJ think for a moment.
Bob Pocket: "So why aren't they rebuilding the city?"
Limo Driver: "Well, the truth is that every single day they are trying their hardest to restore their lives and make things normal again. But the prices for each family is far to overwhelming and they have trouble making ends meet. Even donations from people isn't enough to help anybody and relief funds certainly aren't helping any as far as we're concerned."
PJ sighs.
PJ Curtis: "Are these people that lazy? Why don't they just get jobs?"
Grinding his teeth, the limo driver shakes his head.
Limo Driver: "Listen to me, son, don't be ignorant when it comes to these people, all right? They're trying as hard as they can. They have trouble getting any kind of jobs here because many of them are either taking up by other people trying to restore their lives and homes, or there just aren't enough jobs from the hurricane destroying what used to be buildings that people made a living in by either working office jobs in cubicles, or working at a simple fast-food restaraunt."
PJ shrugs and walks to the back of the limo where Bob sits.
Bob Pocket: "What an asshole."
PJ Curtis: "Yeah, tell me about it. I think that there is another reason why people here have a hard time getting jobs. I mean... sheesh... look at these people and what culture they are."
Bob Pocket: "Don't be racist just because they're black."
PJ Curtis: "No, it's not because they're black, it's because they are Southern people."
Bob Pocket: "...And?"
PJ Curtis: "And everybody knows that people from the South are all about being inbred, chewing tobacco, working on farms and being just plain old lazy. Look at Christian Michaels, he's a prime example of what I am trying to say. The guy is never willing to work a day-job since all that he does is work one to four days a frikkin' week."
Bob nods.
Bob Pocket: "Well, we aren't exactly full of motive either, you know."
PJ Curtis: "Oh? What did we just accomplish the other day?"
Bob thinks.
Bob Pocket: "Being able to fit into one pant-size bigger?"
PJ Curtis: "No! WE won the Tag Team Titles."
Bob Pocket: "OH! Yes, that's right."
PJ Curtis: "We also managed to accept this trip. We have to visit five places in one week! That's seven days! We pretty much have only two days of free time, you know."
Bob Pocket: "We're busy bees."
PJ Curtis: "Sh'up."
The limo comes to a hault at a huge tree that is stuck in the middle of the road.
PJ Curtis: "I told you that these people are lazy! They won't even chop up a nice piece of firewood and take it home!"
Limo Driver: "They don't have homes."
PJ Curtis: "Well, they could've called the Department of Land and Forests to make dispose of this."
Limo Driver: "They don't have phones or electricity either."
PJ gets fed up.
PJ Curtis: "All right, all right... ... ... but still, make use out of all these people and make them work like they are meant to in order to get their lives back on track. Get them and let them carry this piece of crap out of the road way. They are blocking celebrities with big names such as me and Bob here from doing our destined jobs."
Limo Driver: "Would you shut up, please?"
PJ stands up, but hits his head on the roof of the limo. He gets on his knees, rubbing his forehead. He gets on his feet and stands up a little bit, close enough to the roof but now unable to hit his head.
PJ Curtis: "I'm not going to take that from you. I'm a Tag Team Champion! We are the frikkin' George Foreman's of this sport! We can make or break other people's careers, all right? Believe that, bitch? You see, I don't care. I'm stepping out of here and doing what we're supposed to be doing. C'mon Bob, let's roll."
PJ opens the back door and he and Bob step out with their Tag Team Titles over their shoulders. They dust their pants off after stepping on the dirt road. The limo stays at a hault and doesn't move. PJ seems annoyed and slams the door shut. He reaches down and grabs a picture frame the might have belonged to a house that once stood here and he throws it at the rear-window, putting large a crack in it.
Bob Pocket: "Serenity's is still bigger."
The two continue to walk down the dusty-trail that once was either fully covered of tarmac or concrete. But, a hurricane isn't that strong to seperate all of that from the ground, so we now know that this road was always dirt unless the people ripped everything off of it to sell for a simple buck or two. Bob and PJ look back at the limo that still sits there with the driver in it who is probably crying, but PJ doesn't really care. They continue walking and a family walks up to them. PJ and Bob observe them and the father looks at them as if he is about to plead for something.
Father: "Please... please, I don't want to bother the both of you, but do you two have a dollar or some spare change? Some small pocket coins would be fine. We're on a tight budget and we don't really have much more to spend. My son here has a terrible cough that we fear might be phnemonia or something as worse. A dime or a quarter would be fine enough and we'll settle for anything."
Bob and PJ look at each other.
Bob Pocket: "What about gold?"
Bob grabs PJ's Title and hands it to the man. He declines it, putting his hand against it and pushing it back.
Father: "It's not the gold we want. We need to buy some food."
Bob Pocket: "Leather can taste somewhat good if you try it."
The father sighs, scratching the back of his head, feeling like he isn't going to get anywhere. PJ sort of feels sorry for the guy, so he reaches in his back wallet and opens it up. He splits it in half and looks in the back where a lot of money is placed in bill form. The family looks relieved, but PJ opens the change section and pulls out a dollar, handing it to the man.
PJ Curtis: "Since you asked politely, you get a dollar."
The man somewhat feels cheated and sighs. Bob elbows PJ in the ribs.
PJ Curtis: "Argh! Fine, I'll give you a couple of twenties. Also, since you people probably don't have a home... or do you? Either way, it doesn't matter, that limo behind us can be yours."
PJ pulls out the money that he has promised and gives it to the man who thankfully takes it. He shakes PJ's hand and pats him on the back.
Father: "You're for real about the limo... right?"
PJ Curtis: "Hey, would a couple of guys who walk around with Gold lie about something like that? We could easily buy another one."
Bob Pocket: "Yeah and you guys don't have to live in that limo. You can always sell it for money."
Father: "I never thought of it like that. But thank you two, thank you so much."
The father and his family walk to the limo. He snickers on their way and talks behind their back without them hearing.
Father: "I just conned myself another couple of idiots."
They enter the back door of the limo and it starts to drive down the road to wherever the man asked it to. PJ and Bob stands there and watch it go off.
Bob Pocket: "PJ, I can't help but feel that this trip changed us for the better."
PJ Curtis: "Meh, atleast we can do cool stuff and we can get fresh air."
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, but why do we have to walk for the rest of the way?"
PJ Curtis: "Because... we... uhh... AW, DAMNIT!"
Bob reaches in his pocket and pulls out a cellphone. He dials in a number.
Bob Pocket: "Is this Hamid? ... ... Hey, I just thought that I would let you know that our... umm... limo kind of got hijacked and we are no longer in it. So we need a new one, pronto! ... ... ... Uh-huh... ... ... I know, I know... ... ... no, it was PJ's idea to leave and give the limo away... ... ... YES! I'm being serious... ... ... do you think I'd be the kind to lie to a man with a turban? ... ... Oh, you don't wear one... ... my bad, my bad... ... all right, I'll tell him. Thanks, Mr. Ismaili."
Bob hangs up the cellphone.
PJ Curtis: "So?"
Bob Pocket: "A new limo is on its way from Texas."
PJ Curtis: "Good."
Bob Pocket: "Oh, and only you have to pay for your trip expenses now for that stupid decision back there."
PJ Curtis: "What?! I was being a good person! I just promoted W2K to poor people back there by giving away our limo!"
Bob Pocket: "That's exactly the point. Poor people don't have cable. W2K won't get any reputation from it, idiot. Hamid even said so."
PJ sighs and cries and thinks he dies... but his mind lies. Fade out.