This story is almost a flashback of an experience William Brandt had with a Juggler from the New Orleans Circus troop known as the "Gravitas Maximus" Meaning "Largest Weight" as they have an infamous Strongman contest which includes the crowd. Some of the details of his backstory are fabricated due to his memory of events at this point, combined with him bending the truth in some instances, and therefore may not be exactly the same as they happened. Each part will be placed in a spoiler and labelled as I will post after I get time to write each section.
Will and the Juggler
Part One
"Very impressive.. Show me another trick." William says as he watches the flicker of the light cascading off of the blades as the entertainer juggles knives.
"I don't have another trick." The juggler states looking at him after having exhausted all of his juggling items trying to impress the trench coated man.
William shrugs "Very well, perhaps I'll tell you a story instead?"
The juggler lifts his shoulders shrugging knowing 'better than doing this all night' getting closer to his table "Sure, sir." the juggler responds placing his blades on the table as his green and black, bell bearing costume jingled with the taking of his seat. William parts his dry cold lips, and begins to speak to the entertainer as he looks at him. He narrates and weaves a tale for the juggler to listen to, like a web mixed with fact and lie.
"About a century and twenty-five years ago, a boy was born in New York. This boy would grow to be the catalyst between life and death.
This boy's name was Will Brandt. His father Sir John Brandt had abandoned him before birth, horrified by the filthy poor whore that was his mother. She was supposed to be a drunken night at the whore house, but instead bore the child of the wealthy business man, what an unfortunate little bastard that child was. Shit he couldn't pack and leave quicker if his life were endanger. So the fucker runs off to be without the woman he swore to love, because he simply can't forgive her past. "I'll turn my life around for you John!" she cried as he proposed. The fucker went off and karma fed his ass to swamp gators down south. The way I see it the dumb asshole got what he deserved, but that's beside the point.
The whore raised the child and told him great tales of his father, for even after the business man had run off, and left her alone to fend for herself while with a small child. She held some place in her heart for him. How pathetic and stupid, imagine loving someone so much that finds you utterly disgusting ha-ha.
Will had a decent childhood, when he didn't have to hear about his mother fucking half of the other boy's fathers for money. The other boys threw insults more often than snow is thrown in a snowball fight in the midst of December. Poor Will had accepted his fate to be the laughing stock of the town. One day he met another boy, this boy's name was Aaron. What a great name, blonde hair that could rival the sun's brightest rays, and piercing blue eyes that resembled the ocean. Aaron was raised with a nice family, his father a strong jaw wearing dock worker, that spent his nights with his family, and his mother a wonderful woman who wanted five children, but was so happy with the one, that you'd never see her frown about it.
Aaron and Will would often hide during recess and Aaron would tell tales of grandeur, ancient magics, buried treasures, the wilds of Africa. What wonderful stories they were, they inspired a spark in little Will, which lives on to this day. These stories were an escape from a world fueled by hate, and would continue to be until they were adults.
In his young adulthood Will was not such a kind man, he wanted his foot on the gas, so to speak. It seemed like everyone was slowing him down, even Aaron. While William and Aaron were having a conversation which the volume of, could rival that of a concert hall, about Will's increasing disdain for the policies of the current regime in office of the United States. He found himself handed a mysterious invitation from some mysterious wannabe David Copperfield looking motherfucker. With a big print on the front of…"
William checks his watch as it makes a tone as though it's signaling a small alarm in the time keeping device. "Fuck, I have to go unfortunately I have business to attend to." he states aloud towards his arm as if wishing he had more time.
The juggler sighs as he looks around the place looking for a new person to gain a tip from tonight. His eyes wander as he speaks "Damn, but I want to know what happened to Aaron and Will.."
William grins as he lifts his chin, looking in the direction of the juggler, he parts his lips "Will you be here tomorrow? Same time same place?"
The juggler looks at William pondering for a moment before nodding his head first down then up.
William speaks to the nodding entertainer as he states "How Grand, I suppose I will see you then." William stands as he places a decently sized tip on the table, before wandering into the blackness that consumes the night around the "Gravitas Maximus"