Post by Rockwell Locke on Jul 8, 2011 15:29:35 GMT -6
The dank musk of the old shed will forever be remembered by Rockwell Locke, the events that involved this burned, dilapidated building will not. Locke sitting on a bucket, runs his fingers through the dirt and lifts them to his nose, brings them to his lips, and wipes his hands together…nothing.
Rays of light flash through the tattered roof, the burned holes in the wall. A large man, covered in tattoos sits alone with his thoughts. He pulls his fingers through his dark hair. Flashes of light replace memories that should flood his soul, but instead only seem to burn the back of his eye lids with their emptiness. The aggravation of a blocked memory leads a man to violence. This man is that man.
Rockwell Locke. Locke cannot even take solace in his individuality. His twin shares his genes. They would be the spitting image of one another, if it weren’t for their different paths. Just thinking about his youth makes Rockwell angry…even though he doesn’t know why.
Mr. Locke has known Morris Sinclair his entire life, practically. Unfortunately, the only people with the key to Rockwell’s past are his brother…and Mr. Sinclair. Morris Sinclair is a business man. A good business man. The Locke Brothers both stand at 6’11”. Both are dangerous in very different ways, instead of just signing a contract…Mr. Sinclair has offered the services of his twin monsters to the highest bidder. Revenge for hire. Sinclair has them fight to line his and their pockets…Rockwell Locke fights to remember.
The tinnitus…the ringing, hasn’t gone away for years…the only things that blots it out is when he fights. Sometimes, he fights because he feels like he is on the side of good…other times, he fights because he has too…he has to clear his brain, either way…Sinclair keeps him taken care of...monetarily.
Emotionally, Rockwell Locke is an enigma. What pushes his buttons? Sinclair and his brother know. He daily fights for freedom. Freedom to remember his past, freedom to do as he wishes in his future…freedom from the agony of being trapped in his own mind.
The violence is all a blur. Sinclair has put the Locke brothers through so many “ventures” they run together. NCW is the newest one. A great deal was made between management and Sinclair. Guaranteed money for contracts and Sinclair gets to take what he wants from “revenge” work. This could be a perfect marriage.
The broken door almost comes off its hinges as a tall, husky man very indelicately swings the old door open to find Rockwell.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
I thought I’d find you here. You come here so often…but can’t remember a thing. Real shame. Just to let you know, your bills are taken care of again. New contracts with NCW.
ROCKWELL LOCKE
You skimming off the top again?
MORRIS SINCLAIR
You act like you could do this on your own? Do you know where you’d be if it weren’t for me?...Exactly where you are…Homeless, sitting in a shack that you have no recollections of.
ROCKWELL LOCKE
I feel drawn here.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different response is insanity.
ROCKWELL LOCKE
I just want to remember
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Do you? You really don’t know what you’ve blocked out. There’s a reason that it’s gone. There’s a reason that I’m here…and there’s a reason that you do what you do…It’s like it’s autodrive for you isn’t it? You fight but you forget how you learned…Well, you’d better clean up, you have to be presentable. We’re meeting up with your brother.
Rockwell looks up, but casts his eyes to the ground. He’s jealous his brother keeps his memories. Practically locked out of his mind, he wants answers...but he doesn't even know where to look for the key. All he has is these blinding sensations that send him into a violent rage...a controlled rage. He knows his brother and Mr. Sinclair control it. He hates that, but needs that.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Get up now! You can act like you don’t want to see your brother all you want, you know you do. Just because he remembers what you don’t doesn’t make his plight any easier. He has a mountain of his own problems he deals with his way. The grass isn’t always green, Rockwell.
ROCKWELL LOCKE
I know.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Do you? Seems like all you are doing is feeling sorry for yourself. Think of all the people you’ve put in the hospital with your episodic rage. You don’t feel sorry for them. You just seek your own answers for yourself. Do you really think that knowing is going to be better?
ROCKWELL LOCKE
It’s can’t be much worse.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
If you ever figure it out, I want you to remember today. You’ll look back at where you are now…and wish you could be here. You owe me so much, but you’ll realize how much more you truly owe me.
Rockwell reluctantly gets up. Sinclair walks over and kicks the bucket he was sitting on, it crashes into the wall making a loud noise. With a snarl, Locke stares down at Sinclair. A caged animal with no bars.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Oh Rockwell, keep that intensity…just don’t waste it on me. No use. You know you need me. Don’t come back here too often, you’ll get sick. Last thing I want to do is take care of you sick…like a big kid. Time to leave.
Sinclair barges through the door again, practically in hopes he could barge over and knock the building half over. That would solve many future problems. Locke walks up and delicately holds the door, looking back in the room. Hopeful for one memory to show up. He has nothing. He closes the door with great care as rays of sunshine shine into the old shed and the camera fades to black.
Rays of light flash through the tattered roof, the burned holes in the wall. A large man, covered in tattoos sits alone with his thoughts. He pulls his fingers through his dark hair. Flashes of light replace memories that should flood his soul, but instead only seem to burn the back of his eye lids with their emptiness. The aggravation of a blocked memory leads a man to violence. This man is that man.
Rockwell Locke. Locke cannot even take solace in his individuality. His twin shares his genes. They would be the spitting image of one another, if it weren’t for their different paths. Just thinking about his youth makes Rockwell angry…even though he doesn’t know why.
Mr. Locke has known Morris Sinclair his entire life, practically. Unfortunately, the only people with the key to Rockwell’s past are his brother…and Mr. Sinclair. Morris Sinclair is a business man. A good business man. The Locke Brothers both stand at 6’11”. Both are dangerous in very different ways, instead of just signing a contract…Mr. Sinclair has offered the services of his twin monsters to the highest bidder. Revenge for hire. Sinclair has them fight to line his and their pockets…Rockwell Locke fights to remember.
The tinnitus…the ringing, hasn’t gone away for years…the only things that blots it out is when he fights. Sometimes, he fights because he feels like he is on the side of good…other times, he fights because he has too…he has to clear his brain, either way…Sinclair keeps him taken care of...monetarily.
Emotionally, Rockwell Locke is an enigma. What pushes his buttons? Sinclair and his brother know. He daily fights for freedom. Freedom to remember his past, freedom to do as he wishes in his future…freedom from the agony of being trapped in his own mind.
The violence is all a blur. Sinclair has put the Locke brothers through so many “ventures” they run together. NCW is the newest one. A great deal was made between management and Sinclair. Guaranteed money for contracts and Sinclair gets to take what he wants from “revenge” work. This could be a perfect marriage.
The broken door almost comes off its hinges as a tall, husky man very indelicately swings the old door open to find Rockwell.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
I thought I’d find you here. You come here so often…but can’t remember a thing. Real shame. Just to let you know, your bills are taken care of again. New contracts with NCW.
ROCKWELL LOCKE
You skimming off the top again?
MORRIS SINCLAIR
You act like you could do this on your own? Do you know where you’d be if it weren’t for me?...Exactly where you are…Homeless, sitting in a shack that you have no recollections of.
ROCKWELL LOCKE
I feel drawn here.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different response is insanity.
ROCKWELL LOCKE
I just want to remember
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Do you? You really don’t know what you’ve blocked out. There’s a reason that it’s gone. There’s a reason that I’m here…and there’s a reason that you do what you do…It’s like it’s autodrive for you isn’t it? You fight but you forget how you learned…Well, you’d better clean up, you have to be presentable. We’re meeting up with your brother.
Rockwell looks up, but casts his eyes to the ground. He’s jealous his brother keeps his memories. Practically locked out of his mind, he wants answers...but he doesn't even know where to look for the key. All he has is these blinding sensations that send him into a violent rage...a controlled rage. He knows his brother and Mr. Sinclair control it. He hates that, but needs that.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Get up now! You can act like you don’t want to see your brother all you want, you know you do. Just because he remembers what you don’t doesn’t make his plight any easier. He has a mountain of his own problems he deals with his way. The grass isn’t always green, Rockwell.
ROCKWELL LOCKE
I know.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Do you? Seems like all you are doing is feeling sorry for yourself. Think of all the people you’ve put in the hospital with your episodic rage. You don’t feel sorry for them. You just seek your own answers for yourself. Do you really think that knowing is going to be better?
ROCKWELL LOCKE
It’s can’t be much worse.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
If you ever figure it out, I want you to remember today. You’ll look back at where you are now…and wish you could be here. You owe me so much, but you’ll realize how much more you truly owe me.
Rockwell reluctantly gets up. Sinclair walks over and kicks the bucket he was sitting on, it crashes into the wall making a loud noise. With a snarl, Locke stares down at Sinclair. A caged animal with no bars.
MORRIS SINCLAIR
Oh Rockwell, keep that intensity…just don’t waste it on me. No use. You know you need me. Don’t come back here too often, you’ll get sick. Last thing I want to do is take care of you sick…like a big kid. Time to leave.
Sinclair barges through the door again, practically in hopes he could barge over and knock the building half over. That would solve many future problems. Locke walks up and delicately holds the door, looking back in the room. Hopeful for one memory to show up. He has nothing. He closes the door with great care as rays of sunshine shine into the old shed and the camera fades to black.