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Your Name: Xhan
Age: 22
Username: xhannay
Email: xhan23@hotmail.com
IM: AIM @ xhan23
Character Name: The Narrator (Jack) / Tyler Durden
Series: Fight Club (movie)
Timeline: Tyler disappears. Jack goes looking for him.
Background:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fight_Club_(film
Jack is a rather bland, boring guy with no excitement in his life. He hates his job, hates his life, has no friends and can't sleep. His condo is filled with expensive furniture ordered from catalogs and he considers this to be 'his life'. It's everything he has and it still doesn't make him happy. Desperate to get a good nights sleep, Jack goes to see a doctor and practically begs the man to give him something to help him get there. The Doctor refuses to prescribe any kind of sleep inducing drugs and tells Jack that what he needs is good, natural sleep. Jack protests, making the claim that he's in 'pain'. Unhappy with Jack and his definition of 'pain', the Doc recommends that Jack go check out the Testicular Cancer Support Group. It would be the start of a new addiction.
In hope that doing so will cure him of his insomnia, Jack does as the Doctor says and goes along to the support group. When it comes to one on one time, Jack meets Bob. Once a champion body builder, Bob had since had his testicles removed due to cancer. As a result his body upped the estrogen and Bob grew himself a rather large pair of breasts. His marriage failed and life was crap but the big guy had a soft heart and latched onto Jack like he was his only friend in the world. Jack went along with it, playing the part of a fellow cancer victim and when the other men cried, so too did Jack. That night he slept like a baby.
Deciding that support groups were the only thing that could help him sleep, Jack became addicted. He attended every group he could, wearing a different false name at every meeting and each night, Jack slept well. If he didn't speak, people always expected the worst and the attention he received doubled. Things were looking up and then, a woman appeared at his testicular cancer night. And again at Tuberculosis Tuesday and Brain Parasite Wednesday. Knowing there was an impostor in the room, Jack couldn't cry. If he couldn't cry, he couldn't sleep. This woman was destroying everything and he hated her. After four days of no sleep, Jack finally decided to confront her. They fight and eventually agree to split the week, but not before exchanging phone numbers, just in case they want to switch nights. Not seeing Marla at his groups anymore, Jack can sleep again.
And then one day, on a random, work-related flight, Jack meets Tyler Durden. Tyler is good looking, energetic and cocky as hell. Put simply, he's everything Jack wishes he could be. They part and go their separate ways and when Jack returns home, his condo has exploded and everything he ever had is gone. Left with little choice of who to call for help, Jack remembers that he has Tyler's business card in his pocket. The two meet for a beer and at the end of the night, in exchange for letting Jack stay with him, Tyler makes a single request. He asks Jack to hit him as hard as he can. Jack thinks him crazy and at first declines. Tyler pushes the matter and eventually Jack gives in and throws an awkward hit to Tyler's ear. Tyler curses, holding his ear and swearing at Jack and then, quite suddenly Tyler hits him back. It hurts like hell and it's damn amazing. This is how Jack goes to live with Tyler Durden.
Tyler's house is an abandoned old building on the industrial side of town. There's very little furniture and when it rains, the house leaks and the power goes out. After the first month, Jack doesn't miss tv. Tyler slowly teaches Jack that material items and what society deems as perfection isn't worth it. "The things you own, end up owning you." Tyler is a night person, sleeping during the day and taking shitty jobs through the night. Sometimes he's a waiter, taking great pleasure in urinating in soup in posh restaurants, other times he's works in the film industry, splicing brief flashes of pornography into family movies in the cinema. Otherwise, he makes soap. Trips to the bar and fist fights afterward became something of a game. The fights drew attention and eventually, others started asking if they could join in. What started as two men fighting in the car park outside the bar, ended up as Jack, Tyler and a group of bar patrons slogging it out, one fight at a time while the others cheered them on.
Eventually, Tyler decided to take things up a notch. He struck a deal with the bartender to use the basement of the bar for their fights. This was the beginning of Fight Club. It was secret, organized and to all the men involved, an addiction. Regardless of the first of Fight Club being that you do not talk about Fight Club, the group was ever growing and they earned a following. Two months in to his new life, Marla calls. She's swallowed a bottle of pills in an attempt to kill herself and quite openly admits that it's not a real suicide and just a cry for help. Knowing that this could go on for hours, Jack leave the phone off the hook and left the house. Tyler picks up the phone, goes to Marla's house and when someone calls the authorities to save the ODing woman in the next apartment over, Tyler aids Marla in her escape. The next morning Jack wakes up to Marla in his house and Tyler's door suspiciously closed. He fights with Marla and she leaves, only for Tyler to appear a moment later and confirm that yes, Tyler and Marla did have sex.
Again, Jack's happy place is invaded by that woman. She's always there, always in Tyler's room and Jack is not a happy camper. The Police call to update him on the investigation into his condo explosion and tell him that dynamite was involved and he was a suspect. Marla continues to talk to him, always affectionate until he says something mean and drives her off. Tyler introduces Jack to the art of making soap, stealing fat from the liposuction clinic. He burns Jack's hand with lie, refusing to stop the pain until Jack agrees to stop clinging to society so much. It's only when you lose everything that you are free do to anything. The next day, Jack runs into Bob on the street and discovers that the big guy is also a member of Fight Club. Turns out there are more than a few Club's started since the original. From Bob, Jack also finds out that Tyler Durden is the apparent creator of Fight Club and that there is no mention of Jack in the legend. He feels cheated, but doesn't speak up.
At the next Fight Club, Tyler gives his first homework assignment: To start a fight, and lose. Devoted to their leader, the men do as they are told. Jack threatens his boss and when his boss tries to fire him, Jack proceeds to beat himself up. When security arrives, it's Jack that looks like the victim, regardless of his boss never doing a thing wrong. Jack leaves with a year of pay and all the office equipment he could ask for. Fight club became a nightly thing and Tyler's homework assignments became more frequent and the pranks more extreme. Regardless of Jack still keeping a bad attitude to Marla, the woman continues to be affectionate.
It's then that Tyler creates Project Mayhem, inviting recruits from Fight Club to live in the house, forget their identities and live for his pranks and schemes. Jack starts to notice things are getting out of hand, but still doesn't push the matter. Small buildings are exploding and monuments are being destroyed. He feels out of the loop, Tyler leading the rest of the army while Jack is left to stumble after them with no real idea what is going on until it's happening. They kidnap the police chief and threaten to cut off his balls unless he calls off the investigation. When Tyler starts to pay more attention to the others instead of him, Jack flips out and beats the crap out of one of the higher ranked recruits. Tyler takes Jack for a drive in the rain, paying little attention to the road while he argues with Jack. Again, Tyler tells Jack to let go, to accept that his life is nothing special and to stop controlling everything. He admits that he is the one who blew up Jack's condo and that is was to help free him. They fight over the steering wheel, Tyler intent on letting the car drive itself. Finally, Jack agrees to let go. The car drives off the road, rolling as it crashes. They live, return home and when Jack wakes up, Tyler is gone.
His home is still the base to Project Mayhem, but there is no Tyler. Hurt that his best friend has left him, Jack snaps at Marla that Tyler is gone. She leaves, speechless and hurt. Right then, the Project members return in a panic, declaring that Bob has been shot by police while they were blowing up a building. Jack tries to pull the plug on the whole operation. He fails. Tyler is the brains of the creature and it's all out of control. Jack is lost and goes on a desperate search for him, tracing back through paperwork and old plane tickets to find his missing friend. Always a step behind, Jack can tell that Tyler has been there only moments before and that a Fight Club is nearby. Much as he learns, he still doesn't find what he wants. Everywhere he goes, the people call him Sir and treat him with total respect. It's sitting at the airport terminal waiting for his next flight that Tyler finds himself no longer on the plane and on the MS Elegante.
Personality:
Jack is the quieter of the two. He's socially awkward and sees the world from a dry, bored perspective. He's a follower, aware of his crappy life but not able to do anything about it without someone there to push him. Jack is smart, perhaps too smart for his own good but lacks the confidence to speak up. Afraid to live for himself, Jack's mind created an identity that would help him do so. That person is Tyler Durden. He frets and worries, always paying attention to the rules and is desperate for society to accept him. He wants to be part of the crowd, up there with the cool kids but doesn't know what to do to get there.
Tyler is smart, cocky and carefree. He does what he wants, when he wants and has his own kind of charm that wins people over even when he's being an asshole. Tyler is a man on a mission and with his stubborn, determined personality and constant drive, always gets the job done. Where as some people push limits, Tyler takes pride in exceeding them. He is above the rules, above the law and proud to be so. With his enthusiasm and confidence, Tyler is a natural leader.
Appearance:
Jack stands at 6'1" and is quite a scrawny man. What muscle he has is harshly countered by the fact that he lives in poor conditions, barely sleeps (he's living two lives, after all!) and gets into fights numerous time a week. He has short, dark hair and brown eyes to match. His skin is pale white and frequently sporting small cuts, splits and bruises.
Tyler looks exactly the same as Jack, given that the pair share a body and are technically the same person. In the mind of Jack, however, Tyler is an incredibly good looking man with an amazing physique and awesome hair. Tyler is slightly broader than Jack but stands at the same height.
Spoken / written languages: English
Abilities:
Both sides of the character’s personality are adept fist fighters. Neither is trained professionally, nor fight with any guidance other than that which they give one another (or themselves). Tyler is the more confident of the two and holds a high tolerance for pain. Rather than let it bring him down, he instead embraces it and thrives on the pain.
The Narrator, (referred to as Jack on the movie script but never named anywhere else), acts like any other man would. If he gets hit, he goes down. Sometimes he gets back up, sometimes he doesn’t. The pain is felt and the wounds linger as they would for any mortal. If only in his own mind, Tyler’s face remains perfect.
Items: Nothing but the clothes on his back.
Third Person Sample:
Narrator:
The airport was bustling, people moving around like ants on a hill and the annoying twang of some middle aged flight attendant breaking out over the sound of the crowd every few seconds. An airport was far too familiar a scene for him to take any form of comfort. He couldn’t relax; he had to get going. Waiting for a delayed flight because some idiot had forgotten his ticket certainly wasn’t Jack’s idea of fun. Though admittedly, neither was the mad chase he was on to find the man who had appeared by chance, changed his whole life and reshaped his perspective on everything before disappearing like he’d never existed. Tyler Durden was the reason why he was feeling so strung out, stressed out and more tired than he could ever remember being. The space monkeys were gone. The once Fight Club, now Project Mayhem delinquents that had resided in his basement for god knew how many months had packed up and jumped ship overnight.
He couldn’t be sure exactly when life had started to fail so badly, only that the day he met Tyler was the day he started to feel alive; like someone out there actually gave a damn whether he lived or died. Tyler Durden was his best friend. He couldn’t remember ever having a friend as close as Tyler, nor one as exciting.
Together, they’d started Fight Club. Together, they’d turned insecure little boys from all walks of life into men. The perfection of the whole plan was maddening. They were doing this. They were making a change in the world. Things had been running so smoothly, so well, and then she’d invaded his home, invaded his life and suddenly things weren’t so perfect anymore. He didn’t want to think about Marla. Marla was the crazy chain-smoking fanatic that continued to ruin everything. They might have been friends if not for that fact.
A woman walked by dragging her oversized bag behind her oversized backside and promptly slammed the case into his foot as she passed. Accidental as it might have been, the woman was certainly careless and from her expression, uncaring. “Jesus Christ, lady!” Jack called after her, frowning and turning to inspect the scuff mark on his expensive, now uncared for, shoe.
The woman threw her nose in the air and continued on her way without a word. Before Tyler, he wouldn’t have spoken up at all. Whatever else he might have said on the matter was cut short by the airport PA announcing the boarding of his flight. Lucky for her, Jack had more important things to take care of.
Tyler:
Tyler blinked.
Assuming consciousness without knowing of or recognizing the location was a very different experience. He was always in control, he always knew what was going on and he certainly always had a plan. Which is why he could only stare when the crappy hotel room his pathetic other self had fallen asleep in had vanished somewhere in the past three seconds to be replaced with sleeping quarters of another kind. Still a hotel style, but nicer, fancier than the dreg of a room they'd checked into hours before.
He rose to his feet, upbeat enthusiasm triggering a small on the spot jump and inspected the room a little more. The lack of a bathtub full of ice was a small comfort and curiously, Tyler lifted his shirt to inspect his body for any fresh, unexplained scars. To his disappointment, none were found. The good news was he still had his kidney, the bad news that there would be no amazing story to tell about it. Perhaps he could start a rumor anyway. Just tell a bullshit story to one of his henchmen and let the legend go on from there. Hell, he was already a legend.
A brief check of the room ruled out any obvious cameras or microphones, but Tyler couldn’t say for sure. Later, he would check the room properly, disassembling the furniture and shifting things around that he might locate any of the devices his first check had missed. It wasn’t that he was paranoid; on the contrary, Tyler just wanted to know which way to look.
The mirror caught his attention and he held still for a second to stare. The face that looked back at him was not the true reflection of the body, rather that of Tyler Durden with his perfect jaw, amazing hair and healthy tan as opposed to scrawny, messy and pale. It was amazing what the mind could do when under pressure, more so when it didn’t even realize what it was accomplishing. Silently deciding that he’d inspected all that there was to inspect, Tyler turned his attention to the door. Moments later his hand was on the handle and he was stepping through the door.
First Person Sample:
Narrator:
Hello? Hello?! Is there anyone out there? [The sound of someone fiddling with the comm is heard.]
Can anyone help me please? I’m not sure where I am or… [He pauses to roughly feel his head over for bumps from bludgeoning but finds nothing that he didn’t already have.] Or how I got here.
Look, I’ve got to get out of here. I’m looking for someone and it’s very important I find him. [The frustration is evident in his voice, but he still manages to sound placid.]
Where’s the boat going, anyway? I don’t even want to be here.
Tyler:
Listen up shrimp muffins! Uncle Tyler’s got a thing or two to say and he reckons you should listen. Here I was chilling out and minding my own business when a little thought occurred to me.
[He pauses. A shuffling sound of movement is heard and followed shortly after by boots clunking on the floor in a slow, pacing beat.]
I’m here today, abusing this little comm thing in the name of soap. That’s right kids, soap. Did you know that with enough soap you could blow up a building? Hell, if we all worked together we could blow this here boat right out of the water.
Not that I’ve thought of it, oh no. [Tone suggests he has.]
Who would of thought innocent little soap could be so destructive. It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch.
Think on that.
Preferred Quarters: Anywhere at all.
Age: 22
Username: xhannay
Email: xhan23@hotmail.com
IM: AIM @ xhan23
Character Name: The Narrator (Jack) / Tyler Durden
Series: Fight Club (movie)
Timeline: Tyler disappears. Jack goes looking for him.
Background:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fight_Club_(film
Jack is a rather bland, boring guy with no excitement in his life. He hates his job, hates his life, has no friends and can't sleep. His condo is filled with expensive furniture ordered from catalogs and he considers this to be 'his life'. It's everything he has and it still doesn't make him happy. Desperate to get a good nights sleep, Jack goes to see a doctor and practically begs the man to give him something to help him get there. The Doctor refuses to prescribe any kind of sleep inducing drugs and tells Jack that what he needs is good, natural sleep. Jack protests, making the claim that he's in 'pain'. Unhappy with Jack and his definition of 'pain', the Doc recommends that Jack go check out the Testicular Cancer Support Group. It would be the start of a new addiction.
In hope that doing so will cure him of his insomnia, Jack does as the Doctor says and goes along to the support group. When it comes to one on one time, Jack meets Bob. Once a champion body builder, Bob had since had his testicles removed due to cancer. As a result his body upped the estrogen and Bob grew himself a rather large pair of breasts. His marriage failed and life was crap but the big guy had a soft heart and latched onto Jack like he was his only friend in the world. Jack went along with it, playing the part of a fellow cancer victim and when the other men cried, so too did Jack. That night he slept like a baby.
Deciding that support groups were the only thing that could help him sleep, Jack became addicted. He attended every group he could, wearing a different false name at every meeting and each night, Jack slept well. If he didn't speak, people always expected the worst and the attention he received doubled. Things were looking up and then, a woman appeared at his testicular cancer night. And again at Tuberculosis Tuesday and Brain Parasite Wednesday. Knowing there was an impostor in the room, Jack couldn't cry. If he couldn't cry, he couldn't sleep. This woman was destroying everything and he hated her. After four days of no sleep, Jack finally decided to confront her. They fight and eventually agree to split the week, but not before exchanging phone numbers, just in case they want to switch nights. Not seeing Marla at his groups anymore, Jack can sleep again.
And then one day, on a random, work-related flight, Jack meets Tyler Durden. Tyler is good looking, energetic and cocky as hell. Put simply, he's everything Jack wishes he could be. They part and go their separate ways and when Jack returns home, his condo has exploded and everything he ever had is gone. Left with little choice of who to call for help, Jack remembers that he has Tyler's business card in his pocket. The two meet for a beer and at the end of the night, in exchange for letting Jack stay with him, Tyler makes a single request. He asks Jack to hit him as hard as he can. Jack thinks him crazy and at first declines. Tyler pushes the matter and eventually Jack gives in and throws an awkward hit to Tyler's ear. Tyler curses, holding his ear and swearing at Jack and then, quite suddenly Tyler hits him back. It hurts like hell and it's damn amazing. This is how Jack goes to live with Tyler Durden.
Tyler's house is an abandoned old building on the industrial side of town. There's very little furniture and when it rains, the house leaks and the power goes out. After the first month, Jack doesn't miss tv. Tyler slowly teaches Jack that material items and what society deems as perfection isn't worth it. "The things you own, end up owning you." Tyler is a night person, sleeping during the day and taking shitty jobs through the night. Sometimes he's a waiter, taking great pleasure in urinating in soup in posh restaurants, other times he's works in the film industry, splicing brief flashes of pornography into family movies in the cinema. Otherwise, he makes soap. Trips to the bar and fist fights afterward became something of a game. The fights drew attention and eventually, others started asking if they could join in. What started as two men fighting in the car park outside the bar, ended up as Jack, Tyler and a group of bar patrons slogging it out, one fight at a time while the others cheered them on.
Eventually, Tyler decided to take things up a notch. He struck a deal with the bartender to use the basement of the bar for their fights. This was the beginning of Fight Club. It was secret, organized and to all the men involved, an addiction. Regardless of the first of Fight Club being that you do not talk about Fight Club, the group was ever growing and they earned a following. Two months in to his new life, Marla calls. She's swallowed a bottle of pills in an attempt to kill herself and quite openly admits that it's not a real suicide and just a cry for help. Knowing that this could go on for hours, Jack leave the phone off the hook and left the house. Tyler picks up the phone, goes to Marla's house and when someone calls the authorities to save the ODing woman in the next apartment over, Tyler aids Marla in her escape. The next morning Jack wakes up to Marla in his house and Tyler's door suspiciously closed. He fights with Marla and she leaves, only for Tyler to appear a moment later and confirm that yes, Tyler and Marla did have sex.
Again, Jack's happy place is invaded by that woman. She's always there, always in Tyler's room and Jack is not a happy camper. The Police call to update him on the investigation into his condo explosion and tell him that dynamite was involved and he was a suspect. Marla continues to talk to him, always affectionate until he says something mean and drives her off. Tyler introduces Jack to the art of making soap, stealing fat from the liposuction clinic. He burns Jack's hand with lie, refusing to stop the pain until Jack agrees to stop clinging to society so much. It's only when you lose everything that you are free do to anything. The next day, Jack runs into Bob on the street and discovers that the big guy is also a member of Fight Club. Turns out there are more than a few Club's started since the original. From Bob, Jack also finds out that Tyler Durden is the apparent creator of Fight Club and that there is no mention of Jack in the legend. He feels cheated, but doesn't speak up.
At the next Fight Club, Tyler gives his first homework assignment: To start a fight, and lose. Devoted to their leader, the men do as they are told. Jack threatens his boss and when his boss tries to fire him, Jack proceeds to beat himself up. When security arrives, it's Jack that looks like the victim, regardless of his boss never doing a thing wrong. Jack leaves with a year of pay and all the office equipment he could ask for. Fight club became a nightly thing and Tyler's homework assignments became more frequent and the pranks more extreme. Regardless of Jack still keeping a bad attitude to Marla, the woman continues to be affectionate.
It's then that Tyler creates Project Mayhem, inviting recruits from Fight Club to live in the house, forget their identities and live for his pranks and schemes. Jack starts to notice things are getting out of hand, but still doesn't push the matter. Small buildings are exploding and monuments are being destroyed. He feels out of the loop, Tyler leading the rest of the army while Jack is left to stumble after them with no real idea what is going on until it's happening. They kidnap the police chief and threaten to cut off his balls unless he calls off the investigation. When Tyler starts to pay more attention to the others instead of him, Jack flips out and beats the crap out of one of the higher ranked recruits. Tyler takes Jack for a drive in the rain, paying little attention to the road while he argues with Jack. Again, Tyler tells Jack to let go, to accept that his life is nothing special and to stop controlling everything. He admits that he is the one who blew up Jack's condo and that is was to help free him. They fight over the steering wheel, Tyler intent on letting the car drive itself. Finally, Jack agrees to let go. The car drives off the road, rolling as it crashes. They live, return home and when Jack wakes up, Tyler is gone.
His home is still the base to Project Mayhem, but there is no Tyler. Hurt that his best friend has left him, Jack snaps at Marla that Tyler is gone. She leaves, speechless and hurt. Right then, the Project members return in a panic, declaring that Bob has been shot by police while they were blowing up a building. Jack tries to pull the plug on the whole operation. He fails. Tyler is the brains of the creature and it's all out of control. Jack is lost and goes on a desperate search for him, tracing back through paperwork and old plane tickets to find his missing friend. Always a step behind, Jack can tell that Tyler has been there only moments before and that a Fight Club is nearby. Much as he learns, he still doesn't find what he wants. Everywhere he goes, the people call him Sir and treat him with total respect. It's sitting at the airport terminal waiting for his next flight that Tyler finds himself no longer on the plane and on the MS Elegante.
Personality:
Jack is the quieter of the two. He's socially awkward and sees the world from a dry, bored perspective. He's a follower, aware of his crappy life but not able to do anything about it without someone there to push him. Jack is smart, perhaps too smart for his own good but lacks the confidence to speak up. Afraid to live for himself, Jack's mind created an identity that would help him do so. That person is Tyler Durden. He frets and worries, always paying attention to the rules and is desperate for society to accept him. He wants to be part of the crowd, up there with the cool kids but doesn't know what to do to get there.
Tyler is smart, cocky and carefree. He does what he wants, when he wants and has his own kind of charm that wins people over even when he's being an asshole. Tyler is a man on a mission and with his stubborn, determined personality and constant drive, always gets the job done. Where as some people push limits, Tyler takes pride in exceeding them. He is above the rules, above the law and proud to be so. With his enthusiasm and confidence, Tyler is a natural leader.
Appearance:
Jack stands at 6'1" and is quite a scrawny man. What muscle he has is harshly countered by the fact that he lives in poor conditions, barely sleeps (he's living two lives, after all!) and gets into fights numerous time a week. He has short, dark hair and brown eyes to match. His skin is pale white and frequently sporting small cuts, splits and bruises.
Tyler looks exactly the same as Jack, given that the pair share a body and are technically the same person. In the mind of Jack, however, Tyler is an incredibly good looking man with an amazing physique and awesome hair. Tyler is slightly broader than Jack but stands at the same height.
Spoken / written languages: English
Abilities:
Both sides of the character’s personality are adept fist fighters. Neither is trained professionally, nor fight with any guidance other than that which they give one another (or themselves). Tyler is the more confident of the two and holds a high tolerance for pain. Rather than let it bring him down, he instead embraces it and thrives on the pain.
The Narrator, (referred to as Jack on the movie script but never named anywhere else), acts like any other man would. If he gets hit, he goes down. Sometimes he gets back up, sometimes he doesn’t. The pain is felt and the wounds linger as they would for any mortal. If only in his own mind, Tyler’s face remains perfect.
Items: Nothing but the clothes on his back.
Third Person Sample:
Narrator:
The airport was bustling, people moving around like ants on a hill and the annoying twang of some middle aged flight attendant breaking out over the sound of the crowd every few seconds. An airport was far too familiar a scene for him to take any form of comfort. He couldn’t relax; he had to get going. Waiting for a delayed flight because some idiot had forgotten his ticket certainly wasn’t Jack’s idea of fun. Though admittedly, neither was the mad chase he was on to find the man who had appeared by chance, changed his whole life and reshaped his perspective on everything before disappearing like he’d never existed. Tyler Durden was the reason why he was feeling so strung out, stressed out and more tired than he could ever remember being. The space monkeys were gone. The once Fight Club, now Project Mayhem delinquents that had resided in his basement for god knew how many months had packed up and jumped ship overnight.
He couldn’t be sure exactly when life had started to fail so badly, only that the day he met Tyler was the day he started to feel alive; like someone out there actually gave a damn whether he lived or died. Tyler Durden was his best friend. He couldn’t remember ever having a friend as close as Tyler, nor one as exciting.
Together, they’d started Fight Club. Together, they’d turned insecure little boys from all walks of life into men. The perfection of the whole plan was maddening. They were doing this. They were making a change in the world. Things had been running so smoothly, so well, and then she’d invaded his home, invaded his life and suddenly things weren’t so perfect anymore. He didn’t want to think about Marla. Marla was the crazy chain-smoking fanatic that continued to ruin everything. They might have been friends if not for that fact.
A woman walked by dragging her oversized bag behind her oversized backside and promptly slammed the case into his foot as she passed. Accidental as it might have been, the woman was certainly careless and from her expression, uncaring. “Jesus Christ, lady!” Jack called after her, frowning and turning to inspect the scuff mark on his expensive, now uncared for, shoe.
The woman threw her nose in the air and continued on her way without a word. Before Tyler, he wouldn’t have spoken up at all. Whatever else he might have said on the matter was cut short by the airport PA announcing the boarding of his flight. Lucky for her, Jack had more important things to take care of.
Tyler:
Tyler blinked.
Assuming consciousness without knowing of or recognizing the location was a very different experience. He was always in control, he always knew what was going on and he certainly always had a plan. Which is why he could only stare when the crappy hotel room his pathetic other self had fallen asleep in had vanished somewhere in the past three seconds to be replaced with sleeping quarters of another kind. Still a hotel style, but nicer, fancier than the dreg of a room they'd checked into hours before.
He rose to his feet, upbeat enthusiasm triggering a small on the spot jump and inspected the room a little more. The lack of a bathtub full of ice was a small comfort and curiously, Tyler lifted his shirt to inspect his body for any fresh, unexplained scars. To his disappointment, none were found. The good news was he still had his kidney, the bad news that there would be no amazing story to tell about it. Perhaps he could start a rumor anyway. Just tell a bullshit story to one of his henchmen and let the legend go on from there. Hell, he was already a legend.
A brief check of the room ruled out any obvious cameras or microphones, but Tyler couldn’t say for sure. Later, he would check the room properly, disassembling the furniture and shifting things around that he might locate any of the devices his first check had missed. It wasn’t that he was paranoid; on the contrary, Tyler just wanted to know which way to look.
The mirror caught his attention and he held still for a second to stare. The face that looked back at him was not the true reflection of the body, rather that of Tyler Durden with his perfect jaw, amazing hair and healthy tan as opposed to scrawny, messy and pale. It was amazing what the mind could do when under pressure, more so when it didn’t even realize what it was accomplishing. Silently deciding that he’d inspected all that there was to inspect, Tyler turned his attention to the door. Moments later his hand was on the handle and he was stepping through the door.
First Person Sample:
Narrator:
Hello? Hello?! Is there anyone out there? [The sound of someone fiddling with the comm is heard.]
Can anyone help me please? I’m not sure where I am or… [He pauses to roughly feel his head over for bumps from bludgeoning but finds nothing that he didn’t already have.] Or how I got here.
Look, I’ve got to get out of here. I’m looking for someone and it’s very important I find him. [The frustration is evident in his voice, but he still manages to sound placid.]
Where’s the boat going, anyway? I don’t even want to be here.
Tyler:
Listen up shrimp muffins! Uncle Tyler’s got a thing or two to say and he reckons you should listen. Here I was chilling out and minding my own business when a little thought occurred to me.
[He pauses. A shuffling sound of movement is heard and followed shortly after by boots clunking on the floor in a slow, pacing beat.]
I’m here today, abusing this little comm thing in the name of soap. That’s right kids, soap. Did you know that with enough soap you could blow up a building? Hell, if we all worked together we could blow this here boat right out of the water.
Not that I’ve thought of it, oh no. [Tone suggests he has.]
Who would of thought innocent little soap could be so destructive. It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch.
Think on that.
Preferred Quarters: Anywhere at all.