This Story Never Happened
DCH August 16, 2005
William Shakespeare wrote that the world is a stage, and we are the
actors. What of characters in stories? Their world is the stage created from our
written word, so they too are actors.
The loud waiting room, which looked like a gigantic emergency room lobby
in a hospital, was crowded. In fact, it almost looked like an airport terminal
waiting area. Most of the seats were taken, and if a seat was unoccupied,
personal items were left on it. Those who were restless or impatient- and that
was many- paced, smoked, talked on cell phones, went to the restroom, and
interacted with each other, usually trying to express a certain point. Every few
moments they would glance at the closed receptionist’s window. They all had
signed in after ringing the bell. If one of them got lucky, they were called in
to see Them, and hopefully They had some job opportunities.
"Heh heh heh HEH!" Arse (sometimes called Loki) gave his
trademark Woody Woodpecker laugh. He was leaning against a wall with the bottom
of one sneaker for support. He was drinking beer along with Character Assassin
(AKA Hitman), who looked worn out.
"Look
who’s sitting over there, man! It’s Softie!" The shocked Arse was referring
to Captain Software, who was taken out of continuity in a Soul Patrol story.
Softie sunk in a chair and looked depressed, oblivious to those around him.
"Sick
bastard…" Character Assassin muttered.
Arse
laughed as he said, "The loser is still looking for work! He just doesn’t
get it. I can’t believe he thinks They’re going to give him more work!"
"He’s
done, man. What a pathetic bastard," C.A. remarked.
The Gazelle pranced towards his two best friends, bringing a cooler of
beer. "At least he’s gotten some work recently!" he smiled.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Arse shouted.
"We’re
%#$#. We might as well get sent to ^$#^ oblivion," C.A. said with a look of
disappointment on his face.
"Don’t
worry, C.A. I was never even in any one Their stories!" Gazelle said as he
took a pot-shot at himself. But he failed to cheer up C.A.
"We’re
#$@$," C.A. muttered again.
Arse said, "I heard that he’s looking for some Tashman flashback
scenes to get back in! How pathetic is that?"
Character
Assassin asked, "You heard that? You think They’ll ask us to work a few
paragraphs?"
"No!"
Arse giggled.
"Tashman’s done, guys," Overmind chimed in as he passed them.
"We’re all effin’ done. I mean, They had me quit Tashman, took away ‘The
Great’ from my nickname, and had me work at a taco place. What a way to bury
me."
"At
least you were in the Viper Queen tribute," Gazelle said.
Shadow Gentleman, unmasked and out of costume, came out of the bathroom
as he saw an old friend. "Mohammed, my man! How’s it going, buddy?"
"Pretty
bad, as you know, S.G.," the dejected Arab said. "All I can hope for
are for untold Soul Patrol stories." Mohammed was killed off in the Return
of Joshua (RoJ) mega-event.
"But
what the heck are you still doing here, my friend?" Mohammed asked.
"You are one of the biggest superstars there is! Surely They called
you."
"Oh,
I’m looking for The Loyalist. I was already called this morning. Have you seen
him?"
"I
think I saw him with some new Battle X guys; he’s around."
"Okay,
thanks brother," the Shadow Gentleman said as he patted Mohammed on the
shoulder.
As SG
searched for The Loyalist, numerous unemployed characters, most never even used
in stories, looked at him with awe and envy.
"SG
is a celebrity- what the hell is he still doing here?" Simon Delaghetto
asked Richard Hoffman, two characters from the Daily Skew.
"Don’t
be a fool, Simon," Richard blasted. "All of the big guns are here.
They must be waiting for something or just socializing. Look over there. I see
the Gambler causing a raucous with, I think, Air Empress, Viper Queen, and CEO.
And there- the Nihilist is laughing with the character that played his love
interest. What was her name?"
"Alicia
Lee," Simon responded.
"Yeah,
I don’t know what a superstar is doing with that background character,"
Richard said.
"Then
you must be real dumb," Simon smiled as he shifted away from Hoffman.
"Don’t
worry about it, Captain Fascist," the Realtor assured him. "I just
spoke with Them earlier today, and They are definitely going to find a place for
you. I can’t really go into specifics and They couldn’t make any promises, but
the future looks bright for you."
Captain
Fascist, formerly one of the most confident characters – he was a Tashman
Founder [retcon] – was a shell of his former self now that his Tashman run had
ended. Coupled with the fact that Tashman Technologies had previously
fallen from Their big plans, Fascist was worried that he would be banished to
oblivion.
"And
They’ll see if They could find something for Ms. DBA," the Realtor lied.
The Realtor excused himself and gave a friendly hug to David "The
Natural" Mattox, who appeared in the Dreamseeker Universe’s (DSU)
wrestling homage story.
Nehal
finished drinking from the water fountain and then plopped down in his seat,
sitting next to Future Nehal, and Hooded Nehal. Future Nehal was older, and had
appeared on a tele-screen in the last chapter of RoJ. Hooded Nehal, like most of
the characters in this waiting room, had not made an appearance yet; but he
existed in Their minds.
At the other side of the room, Spring-Heeled Jack commented to Anonymous,
a Daily Skew writer, "My story’s been in production for such a long
time. How am I supposed to make my spectacular debut and launch my career?"
"You
actually think you’re going to be more than a ‘one-hit-wonder’?" Anonymous
asked sarcastically.
"Of
course! They should make me a full-fledged member of the Rogue’s Gallery!"
Shadow Gentleman came upon Mellow Man and asked him if he’d seen The
Loyalist. Mellow Man pointed to a thin clean-shaven bespectacled man dressed in
black, but realized it was Darth Tony, who had appeared in the original Who’s
Who in the Caliban/Tashman Universe. "Whoops, I’m sorry; they look
alike."
Captain Hardware was debating with Pigeon about a DSU plotline. "The
question boils down to: is Dace an Icon, or not?" Cap asked. "You’re
just stirring up trouble, Cap, like you always do," answered the Pigeon.
Christian Wright, who played a controversial fundamentalist on the Daily
Skew, asked Richard Wright, the legendary Soul Patrol leader, if he had
heard the rumors. "Two Asian kids. I heard that two Asian kids are going to
get some work today."
"That’s
not what I heard; I heard that They decided not to go with them," Richard
responded.
Former
Tashman great Captain Venezuela said, "I am tired…just so tired…of not
having any work. It’s so hard to live like this, and to be passed up every
day."
"Stop
feeling sorry for yourself," Christian Wright ordered.
The enormous room, which sounded like a zoo and football stadium, went
absolutely silent when the reception window opened up. All eyes were fixed upon
the open window. Characters literally froze like statues, ready to hear whom
They were picking.
"Ma Yuan, Killer of Gods."
Two electric doors opened, and Ma Yuan walked confidentially towards them
after getting over the initial shock. All eyes were focused on him. Most were
shocked; more were angry; and few, if any, were glad.
They watched as he walked through the doors, and then they closed behind
him. The receptionist’s window slammed back down with a thud. Then the bedlam
began. The voices were deafening.
Lone Teleporter: "That’s BULL SH-"
Gambler: "What the hell has he ever done?"
Commissioner Rueton: "No way. No way."
The Loyalist: "Holy SH-"
Baroness Zero of Earth Tashman: "Ma Yuan?"
Luthor: "What are They going to use him for?"
Dace: "’Killer of Gods’?"
Auctioneer: "Battle X"
Miss Anachron: "DSU, has to be."
Nihilist:"Maybe a new project-"
Ramalani: "DSU?"
Erik Tran: "Villain, right?"
Captain Venezuela: "This is not fair."
The Brickhouse: "Battle X- has to be."
Air Empress: "No way."
Mohammed: "…is the justice?"
The Stork: "Do you think They will call another?"
The Cough: "…been here all day."
Liz of Earth-4: "Ma Yuan?"
Carlos X: "DSU- ‘one-hit-wonder’"
Captain Hardware: "…in continuity."
Eva Reichensteinner: "…story arc?"
Arse: "You can rule Tashman out."
Captain Software: "This is because THEY-“
Mary of Infinite Earths: "Ma Yuan?"
Realtor: "Give the guy a break, goddamn it."
The
receptionist’s window opened.
"Odin."
Then
it slammed shut. Everyone was speechless. Odin walked slowly, as a few
characters patted him on the back.
A few
whispers and mumblings:
Miss
Anachron: "That’s right…"
Meshell:
"Odin."
Edith:
"Good for him."
Joshua:
"About time."
Freddie:
"Odin."
Regulus:
"Ma Yuan AND Odin?"
Sean
Brown: “Odin gonna KICK-“
Martyr:
"It could only mean one thing-"
Damiac-12:
"Battle X."
Odin
walked through the doors, and they closed. Then a sign appeared on the
receptionist’s window that read, "CLOSED".
After
a collective groan, the characters began to file out and make plans for the rest
of their fictitious day.
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