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Untitled
A Play by Alex C.
Performance:
May 18, 2001
Thornton High School, Daly City
Characters:
Karma and Tiki
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Kama's
Profile:
Name:
Kama--the left side of a nunchuck
Age: 14 years old
Family: other nunchucks, Kelly (mom), Fred, (Dad),
Annie (Sister). My parents wore out, and fell apart
10 years ago. Annie got burnt 3 years ago, by some kids
playing with matches.
Wish: To give the greatest performance in a tournament
in Japan. It's a competition to win the grand prize,
a sword, a rare ancient sword. The sword was my dad's
closest friend. They got separated many years ago. But
if he's with me, then he would be my second father.
Greatest Fear: to be cracked, to wear out.
Habitat: Room in a house--my sensei's home. I'm
on a dresser in a showcase.
See: bed, posters, GIs, clothing, dumbells, punching
bag.
Hear: birds, doors closing, toilets flushing,
my chain rattling
Touch: the stand that's holding me, my chain
Closest Relationship: Tiki, the right side of
a nunchuck. Best friends for life. We've been through
a lot of stuff together. We're chained together.
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Here is
the thing. I miss my family, especially my dad. My dad
passed away when I was young and I have been on my own
ever all my life. That is why I want to go down to Japan
with my sensei to a tournament called "Kumitai"
and win the sword that is called Kumitai. He was my
dad's closest friend. I want to win him because he is
the next closest thing to my dad. He can teach me things,
show me things, that my dad could not. Here is the problem.
My best friend, Tiki (the right side), does not want
to go with me because he has his own plans, his own
wish. He want's to stay back and go to a tournament
called "Shotokon's Dragons." There if you
win the tournament , you would be placed in the showcase
in a museum, plated with gold and carved with the name
of the sensei, to be remembered through time.
Me and
Tike, we've been friends since the beginning. We would
talk to each other about things and stuff. But lately
Tiki's been acting weird after I mentioned the tournament.
We would go to karate class and sensei would be practicing
for the open and he would screw things up by like hitting
sensei on the head. We are tight. I respect the things
he does, he's honest. But there's times that I don't
like what he does, like hitting sensei on the head on
purpose. I feel like Tiki doesn't care about me having
a second father. It makes me angry and sad at the same
time. Tiki doesn't understand the importance of a having
a father figure for me. He has a father who taught him
things, even if he lives far away in Thailand and doesn't
get to see him that much. But having a father figure
in life should not mean that I can't have a best friend.
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Tiki's
Profile:
Name:
Tiki (the right side of the nunchuck)
Age: 14 years old
Family: Dad (John), Mom (Gracy). They are in
a forest in Thailand cuz
they are bamboo. I would see them once in a few years.
Wish: To be remembered through time because I
want to be valued and respected.
Fear: To be used as firewood. If I get burned
then I can't complete my
goals in life.
Closest Relationship: Kama
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Tiki's
Monologue:
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I feel worthless
sitting at home and going to karate class and back.
I want to be remembered through time, be valued and
respected for who I am and what I did. Kama is in my
way of getting my goal in life. He wants to go to this
tournament called "Kumitai," which is on the
same date as my tournament. I want people to see me
and be valued. All Kama wants is this old sword which
was his dad's best friend. I don't want to go cuz it
ain't my dad. Kama can get another sword in the museum
of weapons (where I would be placed if I win), and let
him be his dad and teach him all the things he needs
to know.
Maybe if
Kama gets Kumitai then I will feel depressed. I will
think about my dad who is in Thailand, who I don't get
to see a lot. I'm afraid that I might lose my best friend--that
Kama might leave me. With Kumitai around I will feel
like a third wheel--left out. Ijust want the both of
us to be remembered through time together.
The
End.
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