"We rolling? Huh? I- Yeah, the lights- OK-"
Freakshow backs away, making sure his is framed by his amateur camera man. He is dressed in a shabby lime green suit, it'd been a few days since he'd shaved. The exact timing of the video is unknown, it could have been weeks ago, it could have been yesterday. The location is apartment, the pastel wall paper peels off at that top, cockroaches scurry off at the impact of each footstep. Empty cans accumulate at the corners of every hall. In addition, the lights were on just a tad bit too bright.
Freak and one his his employee's from the club stand side by side. They looked somewhat at home, the stripper of a gaunt appearance, she had seen some things under Freakshows pay, although she still maintained a decent figure. This is why the bleach blonde manager had brought her along. "Don't worry babe, I do the talking, you just sit tight, this'll be easy." Smiling his straightens up his tie, before holding his fist up to the door. The camera zooms in on it.
Franz Goeth, Private Investigator
"Jah?" A thick german accent responds. The door swings open, standing a few inches taller, and quite a few pounds heavier than Freak is Dancing Franz Goeth. An obsessive fan would recognize him as a former wrestler, the skilled but dysfunctional journeyman on the European circuit. Ugly as sin and with a mean disposition, he was successful enough to make some money, but not enough to retire on it, now he works as a private detective. Arguably most notable of his accomplishments was the fact the he was the man who trained Freakshow.
"Franz! Long time no see!"
"Nicolas! Please come in!"
For all intents and purposes, he was an exaggerated version of Freak. Freak had let himself go a little, Franz had let himself go a lot, Freak was a high functioning alcoholic, Franz did little functioning under the influence. Freak was a womanizer, Franz was a sex offender. Literally. The reason the wrestling training had happened in the first place was as a favor, after the young Freakshows parents had successfully defended the german for indecent exposure. There was, to say the least, some history.
Freakshow flashes his yellowing teeth at his trainer, "Not now Franz, I've got some business to tend to.. I actually came here, because I required yer' services, ya undastand?" He knocked on the mans nameplate with both his knuckles.
Franz eyes widen slightly. The doughy, red eyed detective narrows his vision at his trainee a little bit, wondering what on earth the blonde could have gotten himself into this time. He assumed the worst, knowing full well that a substantial amount of his negative traits had been passed down to the impressionable, teenage Freakshow. "Well.. We will have to discuss zee payment, you see?-"
"Ah yes! The payment, Before we do that," He gestures towards the young lady under his employment. She assumes stance next to Freak, the german catches glance of the scantily clad, red haired, dead eyed stripper. He seems to lighten up a little, color returning to the unhealthy looking 53 year olds face. "I think I should introduce you to my friend.."
"Yes.. Zee payment.." The german rubs his hands together greedily. "Go ahead," Freak nudges the zonked out woman forward, towards into the room of his old friend, "We'll talk about the job after, eh?" The two exchange nods, Freakshow slams the door behind him, the woman looking out blankly as he does so.
Freak turns towards the camera, a big dumb smile on his face. "Hmm.. It's all coming together ain't it.." As he fishes in his pocket for cigarettes the camera shuts off.
To be continued..
