Post by BRIM on Aug 15, 2021 21:03:01 GMT -5
Disrespectful..
Very disrespectful…
That’s the only way to describe how bright the sun was shining. The heat index could be at 93° but somehow they say it feels like 115°.. Now my logic isn't that good but I'm pretty sure that means that it's 115°.. Nothing more and nothing less.. Either way, the sun beams down brutally unto BRIM who strolls down a sidewalk casually. Storefronts, gas stations and liquor stores fly by on his left, his focus on his destination. He soon comes to an intersection and presses the button for the crosswalk. After about three minutes, it finally changes and BRIM carries on about his way. A couple passes by him, both wearing masks, sweating profusely. He merely shakes his head at the sight. An AirPod rests comfortably within his right ear but whatever it is that he’s listening to is unknown to the casual viewer, along with the destination that he’s headed towards.
“So… Tyler?? Your name’s Tyler, right?” BRIM asks, looking over towards his right.
The usually silent cameraman gives a nod with the camera.
“Bet.. How long have you been doing this gig?”
A pale white hand shoots out in front of the lens, signaling that he’s been at it for about three to four years. BRIM nods in amazement.
“Do you like your job?”
Tyler responds in the affirmative with the camera again.
“That’s what's up. You might not after today..”
Tyler stops but BRIM continues up the sidewalk, the scene slowly fading out.
Five Hours Earlier
BRIM stands in the center of an once over thriving colony, now in shambles. The epicenter for all life, now resembles the scene of a warzone. Bullet holes riddle the dusty concrete covered walls, computers that once helped stabilize the security systems are nothing more than hulls of their former selves. Some are smashed, while some have received the same fate as some of the residents, littered with holes. Living members of the colony shuffle around BRIM, dragging the bodies of dead members towards a designated spot over in the corner so that they all can be moved and buried safely.
Shame covers BRIM’s face as he finally decides to help the remaining members clean up. He begins to sift through shattered concrete blocks and scrap metal..
“Hey! Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?”
BRIM looks up, spotting Krayzie storming through the entrance of the area and heading straight for BRIM. Some members of the colony go to stop him but BRIM yells out.
“LET HIM THROUGH!”
They move out of his way, allowing Krayzie a clear passageway to BRIM. Krayzie walks straight up to BRIM and punches him dead in the mouth! BRIM drops to his ass.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?”
Krayzie yells out, anger and frustration in his tone.
BRIM, rubbing his mouth confused, quickly gets to his feet and goes chest to chest with the taller Krayzie.
“What are you talking about?”
Krayzie produces a box from his left hand and shoves it into BRIM’s chest. BRIM takes it, opens it up and reveals an eyeball. From the hazel iris, BRIM immediately recognizes that it belongs to Duce.
“Allen.. trust me when I say..”
Krayzie cuts him off.
“I don't wanna hear that shit!”
“They tried to get me to throw matches, I couldn’t do that man.”
“They pulled his eye out because you wouldn't throw a match!?”
Krayzie goes quiet, tears slide down his cheeks. BRIM’s face switches to a sadden look, he hands the box back to Krayzie who remains silent.
“This gotta end..”
Krayzie turns to leave but stops to look back at BRIM.
“This ends now..”
The scene fades out, returning us back to BRIM walking along the sidewalk, a backpack resting on his right shoulder and telling from the size, BRIM may have his fair share of equipment inside. Tyler the cameraman has caught up with him since the last time that we left them.
“Y’know Tyler, you seem like a guy who’s had a decent upbringing. Probably had both parents around for your entire life. If not, I’m pretty sure mommy made things work out to the best of her ability. But naw… you seem like a daddy’s boy, otherwise you wouldn’t be right here, filming my promo. You seem to like that sense of the unknown, what may be. Something that only a man could teach his son. Yeah.. I had that up until I was about thirteen. My dad dipped out and the shit sent my mama on a binge like you wouldn’t believe.”
BRIM comes to a halt at another crosswalk. He looks around at the oncoming traffic, pressing the button for the crosswalk light. He turns back to Tyler.
“I’m talking so bad that she was outta there before my fourteenth birthday. Tragic? I know right.. So what was a kid like me to do? My mama was an only child, grandma on both sides were already in the ground and the only father figure that I knew besides the ones who treated my mama like a Kum and Go, decided that B-More wasn’t the spot for him to be. So what am I supposed to do, go be a burden on someone else? Y’know a six foot, two hundred pound, fourteen year old black kid with anger issues was a hot commodity to adopting families..” BRIM says sarcastically. “Motherfucka talking about how I need to learn some accountability.. I’ve been on my own since my mama died, nobody, I mean nofuckingbody had to be accountable for me but me. We’re not all fortunate like Frankie..” BRIM rolls his eyes..
The light turns red and the pedestrian light let’s BRIM know that he can walk across. He continues to talk as he takes the moment to cross the road.
“Me and this Frankie kid basically are two peas in a pod and this prick acts as if the bastard’s misunderstood but me.. haha… I’m a common street criminal? Perspective versus perception, the common theme around this business. They assume and make shit up as they go along and hope that the strength of their name is enough for them to stay afloat above water. Then the killing part to me, is the fact that you got all butt hurt about someone mentioning that you’re a second gen.. Like, what is it with men not wanting to be like their fathers? I get it, some of them aren't shit but I would rather be like someone who isn’t shit than like a human who has a pussy between their legs. But it’s all personal preference in this place. This hellhole..”
BRIM makes it towards the other side of the road, he walks up the sidewalk a bit before coming to a halt outside of a factory.
“See, Duke.. I don’t give a fuck about being in front of a camera twenty-five eight.. Where I show up is inside of that ring because that’s where I do damage. You think I show up for the checks? Naw, I give them bitches away, just as quick as I get em. Just to help support a family that decided to take on me and my bullshit. See, I’ve stood on my ten toes all of my life to protect me and mine. No fucking handouts! So when we step Under the Lights… I’m gonna be brutal.. I’m gonna be vicious.. I’m gonna ferociously maul that million dollar face in a fashion so severe. That Frankie’s gonna wake up screaming from nightmares.. wondering how a man could be so fierce, violent and uncontrolled.. And I’m gonna Skype him and let him know! Little Frankie Duke… I’m sorry but your father mistook me for a common street criminal who run numbers, instead of the savage.. that I am..”
BRIM begins to head for the factory, he presses the AirPod, starting to speak into it.
“Yeah.. I’m walking up to the building now.. Aight bet..”
BRIM presses the button again, ending the call as he walks up to the building. He turns to look at Tyler.
“Why do they call it a building.. if it’s already built?”
Tyler stops again in his tracks, the shot following BRIM as he gets closer to the front door. He makes it there, knocking on the metal door. There’s no answer but BRIM pounds on it now with a closed fist. After a moment, the door swings open and BRIM yanks the man outside of the factory by the collar of his shirt. Bringing him in quickly, BRIM drops him with a headbutt! The man goes unconscious, allowing BRIM the opportunity to drag him behind a stack of wooden crates. Coming back into view, BRIM waves Tyler over. Tyler is reluctant at first but deep down knows he wants to purchase a Playstation 5 so he unwillingly follows instructions.
Just as Tyler nears, a man exits the factory, holding a 9mm in his clutches. Tyler freezes up but this is enough of a distraction for BRIM to sneak up behind the man and clobber him with a stiff forearm to the back of his neck! The impact causes the man’s head to jerk violently, forcing him to drop the pistol and reach for his injured body part. Another forearm to the base of the skull finishes off the job. The man falls forward, smacking the pavement full force, knocked completely out. BRIM drags him over towards his comrade behind the crates and proceeds to search both men. He finds a keycard on one of the men and quickly stuffs it inside of his pocket. With haste, BRIM moves over to where he knocked the second man out and grabs his pistol from the ground, he cocks it. BRIM then looks over to Tyler and signals for him to follow him, which garners a scoff from the cameraman but he still follows along. Both men squat down, BRIM leading the way as he now enters the factory, Tyler is right behind him when we finally get a clear view inside.
Which turns out to be a lobby, a poorly lit one as it appears that this factory may have been abandoned for a fair amount of time. Still squatted down, BRIM moves along the wall while Tyler is close behind. Tyler pans around the lobby, spotting a camera that is located in the top left corner. He taps BRIM’s shoulder, gaining his attention before pointing over to the camera. BRIM nods in response, takes the 9mm and shoots out the camera. From Tyler’s point of view, we can tell that he jumps at the sound of the firearm going off. BRIM signals for him to be quiet, causing Tyler to drop the camera down and whisper in a British accent.
“Seriously, mate?”
BRIM smiles, crouching and creeping along the wall, moving towards a door. Grabbing a hold of the handle, BRIM twists the knob and enters. Tyler is hesitant again but follows as he’s been doing this entire time. When he finally crosses the threshold of the new room, we get a view of a long hallway. BRIM is now standing upright as he moves down the dark corridor, Tyler is right on his tail. They draw near to another door at the end of the hallway, BRIM notices that it needs the keycard for entry. He pulls the one from earlier out of his pocket and swipes it, a green light shines brightly on the keypad and the sound of a latch unlocking grants BRIM and Tyler the entry that they need. BRIM begins to head down a set of stairs that are located on the other side of the door, Tyler is right there as they descend down what seems to be an impossible amount of concrete stairs. BRIM stops for a moment to catch a quick breather, he turns to Tyler.
“So, have you ever had any inkling to bone your grandma? Or your grandpa's wife?”
“What the fuck? That shit is sick mate..”
BRIM nods but signals that Tyler needs to keep it down. Tyler scoffs at BRIM’s audacity which gains a chuckle from the big man.
“Bro, you’re alright with me, you haven’t asked any questions or anything. True soldier, riding straight into the fire with no words like a true ‘G’. If you die, I’m gonna make sure that I take care of all of the expenses.”
“No ones dying tonight, at least on our end. I just know that this Playstation 5 better be worth it.”
“If we survive this.. I’m sure that thing will be the last thing on your mind.”
“Fair.”
BRIM nods, Tyler responds to the gesture with the camera. Both men begin to head down the stairs, finally reaching the bottom. BRIM goes through the door but is immediately knocked out cold. The sound of assault rifles being adjusted to the ready position causes Tyler to freeze, he sits the camera down and cuts the feed.
Very disrespectful…
That’s the only way to describe how bright the sun was shining. The heat index could be at 93° but somehow they say it feels like 115°.. Now my logic isn't that good but I'm pretty sure that means that it's 115°.. Nothing more and nothing less.. Either way, the sun beams down brutally unto BRIM who strolls down a sidewalk casually. Storefronts, gas stations and liquor stores fly by on his left, his focus on his destination. He soon comes to an intersection and presses the button for the crosswalk. After about three minutes, it finally changes and BRIM carries on about his way. A couple passes by him, both wearing masks, sweating profusely. He merely shakes his head at the sight. An AirPod rests comfortably within his right ear but whatever it is that he’s listening to is unknown to the casual viewer, along with the destination that he’s headed towards.
“So… Tyler?? Your name’s Tyler, right?” BRIM asks, looking over towards his right.
The usually silent cameraman gives a nod with the camera.
“Bet.. How long have you been doing this gig?”
A pale white hand shoots out in front of the lens, signaling that he’s been at it for about three to four years. BRIM nods in amazement.
“Do you like your job?”
Tyler responds in the affirmative with the camera again.
“That’s what's up. You might not after today..”
Tyler stops but BRIM continues up the sidewalk, the scene slowly fading out.
Five Hours Earlier
BRIM stands in the center of an once over thriving colony, now in shambles. The epicenter for all life, now resembles the scene of a warzone. Bullet holes riddle the dusty concrete covered walls, computers that once helped stabilize the security systems are nothing more than hulls of their former selves. Some are smashed, while some have received the same fate as some of the residents, littered with holes. Living members of the colony shuffle around BRIM, dragging the bodies of dead members towards a designated spot over in the corner so that they all can be moved and buried safely.
Shame covers BRIM’s face as he finally decides to help the remaining members clean up. He begins to sift through shattered concrete blocks and scrap metal..
“Hey! Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?”
BRIM looks up, spotting Krayzie storming through the entrance of the area and heading straight for BRIM. Some members of the colony go to stop him but BRIM yells out.
“LET HIM THROUGH!”
They move out of his way, allowing Krayzie a clear passageway to BRIM. Krayzie walks straight up to BRIM and punches him dead in the mouth! BRIM drops to his ass.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?”
Krayzie yells out, anger and frustration in his tone.
BRIM, rubbing his mouth confused, quickly gets to his feet and goes chest to chest with the taller Krayzie.
“What are you talking about?”
Krayzie produces a box from his left hand and shoves it into BRIM’s chest. BRIM takes it, opens it up and reveals an eyeball. From the hazel iris, BRIM immediately recognizes that it belongs to Duce.
“Allen.. trust me when I say..”
Krayzie cuts him off.
“I don't wanna hear that shit!”
“They tried to get me to throw matches, I couldn’t do that man.”
“They pulled his eye out because you wouldn't throw a match!?”
Krayzie goes quiet, tears slide down his cheeks. BRIM’s face switches to a sadden look, he hands the box back to Krayzie who remains silent.
“This gotta end..”
Krayzie turns to leave but stops to look back at BRIM.
“This ends now..”
The scene fades out, returning us back to BRIM walking along the sidewalk, a backpack resting on his right shoulder and telling from the size, BRIM may have his fair share of equipment inside. Tyler the cameraman has caught up with him since the last time that we left them.
“Y’know Tyler, you seem like a guy who’s had a decent upbringing. Probably had both parents around for your entire life. If not, I’m pretty sure mommy made things work out to the best of her ability. But naw… you seem like a daddy’s boy, otherwise you wouldn’t be right here, filming my promo. You seem to like that sense of the unknown, what may be. Something that only a man could teach his son. Yeah.. I had that up until I was about thirteen. My dad dipped out and the shit sent my mama on a binge like you wouldn’t believe.”
BRIM comes to a halt at another crosswalk. He looks around at the oncoming traffic, pressing the button for the crosswalk light. He turns back to Tyler.
“I’m talking so bad that she was outta there before my fourteenth birthday. Tragic? I know right.. So what was a kid like me to do? My mama was an only child, grandma on both sides were already in the ground and the only father figure that I knew besides the ones who treated my mama like a Kum and Go, decided that B-More wasn’t the spot for him to be. So what am I supposed to do, go be a burden on someone else? Y’know a six foot, two hundred pound, fourteen year old black kid with anger issues was a hot commodity to adopting families..” BRIM says sarcastically. “Motherfucka talking about how I need to learn some accountability.. I’ve been on my own since my mama died, nobody, I mean nofuckingbody had to be accountable for me but me. We’re not all fortunate like Frankie..” BRIM rolls his eyes..
The light turns red and the pedestrian light let’s BRIM know that he can walk across. He continues to talk as he takes the moment to cross the road.
“Me and this Frankie kid basically are two peas in a pod and this prick acts as if the bastard’s misunderstood but me.. haha… I’m a common street criminal? Perspective versus perception, the common theme around this business. They assume and make shit up as they go along and hope that the strength of their name is enough for them to stay afloat above water. Then the killing part to me, is the fact that you got all butt hurt about someone mentioning that you’re a second gen.. Like, what is it with men not wanting to be like their fathers? I get it, some of them aren't shit but I would rather be like someone who isn’t shit than like a human who has a pussy between their legs. But it’s all personal preference in this place. This hellhole..”
BRIM makes it towards the other side of the road, he walks up the sidewalk a bit before coming to a halt outside of a factory.
“See, Duke.. I don’t give a fuck about being in front of a camera twenty-five eight.. Where I show up is inside of that ring because that’s where I do damage. You think I show up for the checks? Naw, I give them bitches away, just as quick as I get em. Just to help support a family that decided to take on me and my bullshit. See, I’ve stood on my ten toes all of my life to protect me and mine. No fucking handouts! So when we step Under the Lights… I’m gonna be brutal.. I’m gonna be vicious.. I’m gonna ferociously maul that million dollar face in a fashion so severe. That Frankie’s gonna wake up screaming from nightmares.. wondering how a man could be so fierce, violent and uncontrolled.. And I’m gonna Skype him and let him know! Little Frankie Duke… I’m sorry but your father mistook me for a common street criminal who run numbers, instead of the savage.. that I am..”
BRIM begins to head for the factory, he presses the AirPod, starting to speak into it.
“Yeah.. I’m walking up to the building now.. Aight bet..”
BRIM presses the button again, ending the call as he walks up to the building. He turns to look at Tyler.
“Why do they call it a building.. if it’s already built?”
Tyler stops again in his tracks, the shot following BRIM as he gets closer to the front door. He makes it there, knocking on the metal door. There’s no answer but BRIM pounds on it now with a closed fist. After a moment, the door swings open and BRIM yanks the man outside of the factory by the collar of his shirt. Bringing him in quickly, BRIM drops him with a headbutt! The man goes unconscious, allowing BRIM the opportunity to drag him behind a stack of wooden crates. Coming back into view, BRIM waves Tyler over. Tyler is reluctant at first but deep down knows he wants to purchase a Playstation 5 so he unwillingly follows instructions.
Just as Tyler nears, a man exits the factory, holding a 9mm in his clutches. Tyler freezes up but this is enough of a distraction for BRIM to sneak up behind the man and clobber him with a stiff forearm to the back of his neck! The impact causes the man’s head to jerk violently, forcing him to drop the pistol and reach for his injured body part. Another forearm to the base of the skull finishes off the job. The man falls forward, smacking the pavement full force, knocked completely out. BRIM drags him over towards his comrade behind the crates and proceeds to search both men. He finds a keycard on one of the men and quickly stuffs it inside of his pocket. With haste, BRIM moves over to where he knocked the second man out and grabs his pistol from the ground, he cocks it. BRIM then looks over to Tyler and signals for him to follow him, which garners a scoff from the cameraman but he still follows along. Both men squat down, BRIM leading the way as he now enters the factory, Tyler is right behind him when we finally get a clear view inside.
Which turns out to be a lobby, a poorly lit one as it appears that this factory may have been abandoned for a fair amount of time. Still squatted down, BRIM moves along the wall while Tyler is close behind. Tyler pans around the lobby, spotting a camera that is located in the top left corner. He taps BRIM’s shoulder, gaining his attention before pointing over to the camera. BRIM nods in response, takes the 9mm and shoots out the camera. From Tyler’s point of view, we can tell that he jumps at the sound of the firearm going off. BRIM signals for him to be quiet, causing Tyler to drop the camera down and whisper in a British accent.
“Seriously, mate?”
BRIM smiles, crouching and creeping along the wall, moving towards a door. Grabbing a hold of the handle, BRIM twists the knob and enters. Tyler is hesitant again but follows as he’s been doing this entire time. When he finally crosses the threshold of the new room, we get a view of a long hallway. BRIM is now standing upright as he moves down the dark corridor, Tyler is right on his tail. They draw near to another door at the end of the hallway, BRIM notices that it needs the keycard for entry. He pulls the one from earlier out of his pocket and swipes it, a green light shines brightly on the keypad and the sound of a latch unlocking grants BRIM and Tyler the entry that they need. BRIM begins to head down a set of stairs that are located on the other side of the door, Tyler is right there as they descend down what seems to be an impossible amount of concrete stairs. BRIM stops for a moment to catch a quick breather, he turns to Tyler.
“So, have you ever had any inkling to bone your grandma? Or your grandpa's wife?”
“What the fuck? That shit is sick mate..”
BRIM nods but signals that Tyler needs to keep it down. Tyler scoffs at BRIM’s audacity which gains a chuckle from the big man.
“Bro, you’re alright with me, you haven’t asked any questions or anything. True soldier, riding straight into the fire with no words like a true ‘G’. If you die, I’m gonna make sure that I take care of all of the expenses.”
“No ones dying tonight, at least on our end. I just know that this Playstation 5 better be worth it.”
“If we survive this.. I’m sure that thing will be the last thing on your mind.”
“Fair.”
BRIM nods, Tyler responds to the gesture with the camera. Both men begin to head down the stairs, finally reaching the bottom. BRIM goes through the door but is immediately knocked out cold. The sound of assault rifles being adjusted to the ready position causes Tyler to freeze, he sits the camera down and cuts the feed.