The Raccoon Rouge
Cast of Characters:
Leon- Christian
Chris- Toulouse
Wesker- Zidler
Carlos- Argentinean
Billy- Satie
Luis- Audrey
Barry- doctor
Jill- Nini La Belle
HUNK- Chocolat
Saddler- The Duke
Biotorez Mendez- The Duke's servant
Ada- Satine
There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he…
And then one day
A magic day
He passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me…
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return'
Leon sat in a slump position against the wall of his apartment, his knees pulled up against his chest and arms covering his head. He then raised his head up and stared at his old typewriter at the corner of the room; he slowly got up, approached the typewriter, and began to write a story that brought tears to his eyes.
'…The Raccoon Rouge.'
A nightclub,
A dance hall, and a bordello.
Ruled over by Albert Wesker, a kingdom of nighttime pleasures. Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld.
The most beautiful of all these was the women I loved.
Ada.
A courtesan, she sold her love to men.
They called her the Shinning Sapphire.
And she was the star of the Raccoon Rouge.
Leon paused for a moment, as if trying to recall lost memories.
The woman I loved is … dead.
He continues to write after wiping the tears out of his eyes.
I first came to the Mid-West one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Raccoon Rouge, Albert Wesker, or Ada.
The world had been swept up in a bohemian revolution and I had traveled from New York to be a part of it. On the hill near the Mid-West, was the town of Raccoon City. It was not as my father had said.
"A town of sin!" said my father.
But the center of the bohemian world! Musicians, painters, writers! They were known as "The Children of the Revolution"
Yes I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and that which I believed in above all things: Love.
"Always this ridiculous obsession with love!" said my father when I told him why I was going. There was only one problem--
I'd never been in love!
Luckily, right at that moment, an unconscious Brazilian fell through my roof….
CRASH!
"What the-?!" Leon said as he turns around to see a figure of someone about his age hanging upside down from the ceiling; apparently asleep.
He was quickly joined by another man with a flat ebony hair do, wearing a green S.T.A.R.S vest, and was also dressed as a nun.
Said man walked over to Leon and introduced himself.
"How do you do? My name is Chris-Marie-Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Redfield."
"What?!" asked Leon but the man continued to speak.
"I'm terribly sorry about all this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play."
"What!?" asked Leon again.
A play! Something very modern called Spectacular Spectacular.
And it's set in Switzerland." Chris said smiling joyfully at Leon.
Unfortunately, the unconscious Brazilian suffered from a sickness called Narcolepsy.
Chris went over to Leon's typewriter, wile Leon stared worryingly at the unconscious Brazilian.
"Perfectly fine one moment, then suddenly, SNOR, SNOR, unconscious the next, Heh heh heh heh!" giggled Chris.
Then, three other men appear above the ceiling from which the Brazilian came through. One of the men was largely built with slicked back brown hair. Another was a man with chin length brown hair who looked to be from Spain. And the last person was a man who seemed older then the others with brown hair and a red S.T.A.R.S vest. Chris and Leon looked up at them.
"How is he?" the Spanish man asked, but when he saw that the Brazilian was unconscious he broke into annoyance. "Oh wonderful, now Carlos is unconscious, and therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financier tomorrow."
The man with slick back brown hair then spoke. "Right, Chris. I still have to finish the music."
"We'll just find someone to read the part." said Chris as if it were that simple.
"Now, where, in heaven's name, are we going to find someone to read the role of the young, sensitive, Swiss poet goat herder?" asked the Spanish man. Then, all there eyes were on Leon.
'What's going on?' thought the confused writer.
Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the unconscious Brazilian.
Everyone was now upstairs. Leon was standing back on a little makeshift hill-set in goat herder clothes watching everyone in extreme confusion. Billy, as he learned from Chris, was playing unbelievably annoying music on an organ, Luis was directing, Chris was dancing around and singing in nun's clothing, Barry was working with the lights, and the Brazilian, Carlos, was still passed out on a bed in the back.
"The hills animate with the euphonious symphonies of descant AH HA HA HA!" Chris sang in a tone, making Leon grit his teeth in annoyance.
"Oh stop, stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop!" yelled Luis as he moved towards Billy at the organ. "That insufferable droning is drowning out my words! Could we please just stick to a little decorative piano?"
There seemed to be artistic differences over Luis's lyrics to Billy's style.
"I don't think a nun would say that about a hill" said Barry. "What if he sings, "The hills are vital in toning the descant?" Billy suggested.
"No, no," Chris argued, "The hills quake and shake!"
Barry shook his head. "No, no, no, no, "The hills…tone…" He was then interrupted by Carlos who suddenly woke with a jolt and sat up.
"The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies!" He said and then passes out onto the bed again. Everyone looked over at him.
"No, no, no." said Barry. They continued to toss in ideas, with everyone coming up with lyrics that began with "The hills," and ended with lines that didn't make any sense.
'At this rate we'll be here all night, I might as well try to think of something.' thought Leon as he tried to think of the right lyrics.
"I got it! The hills are chanting the eternal mantra…" said Barry.
'That's not good', Leon thought as he heard Billy say, "Frank is living in my foot."
'That sucks. Hey I know what will work!'
"Um...the hills--the hills." Leon tried to tell the others, but no one was listening, that is until, 'I'm going to have to tell them the only way I can.'
The hills are alive
With the sound of music
Everyone stopped their arguing and started to stare at Leon; and Carlos woke up again.
"Whoa! The hills are alive with the sound of music? I love it!" he said in excitement.
Leon gave a sigh of relief. Barry had an astounded look on his face. "The hills are alive…"
"…with the sound…" Chris said.
"…of music!" finished Billy, he then turned to Leon, "It fits perfectly."
Filled with encouragement, Leon continued to sing
With songs they have sung for a thousand years!
Everyone applauded Leon for his terrific performance except for Luis who had an annoyed look on his face.
"Incandiferous!" Chris cried while clapping, "Luis… you two should write the show together."
Luis looked at him with a sense of shock. "I beg your pardon?"
'Uh-oh' thought Leon.
But Chris's suggestion that Luis and I write the show together was not what Luis wanted to hear.
Luis scoffed and headed for the door,
"Goodbye!" he yelled as he slammed the door shut; leaving. Everyone was silent for a moment before, Chris spoke up.
"Here's to your first job in Raccoon City." He then brings out a bottle of absinthe, and takes a swing at it.
"Chris…Wesker will never agree." Billy sighed, he then looks at Leon, "No offense, but have you ever written anything like this before?"
Leon was lost but shook his head, "No!"
"Bah the boy has talent, I like him!" said Carlos as he reaches his hand up to grab Leon's shoulder, but forgetting that Leon was on a latter, he ends up grabbing him…down there.
"Gasp!" And Leon began to turn red from embarrassment. When Carlos noticed where his hand was he quickly withdrew it.
"Nothing funny…" He then backed away a bit, "I just like talent." then backed away a lot.
'Whew.' thought Leon in relief.
Chris huddled up with the others, as Leon tries to listen in from a distance.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music. See, Billy, with Leon we can write the true bohemian revolutionary show that we've always dreamt of!"
"But how will we convince Wesker?" Billy asked. Chris gave a sly smirk at him.
But Chris had a plan…
"…Ada…"
While in the middle of their planning they stared at Leon, who had a nervous smile. 'What are they thinking about?'
They would dress me in Carlos's best suit and pass me off as a famous New York writer. Once Ada heard my modern poetry she would be astounded and insist to Wesker that I write Spectacular Spectacular. The only problem was, I kept hearing my father's voice in my head!
"You'll end up wasting your life at the Raccoon Rouge with a can-can dancer!" my father said. Leon started to panic as Chris gushes over towards him.
"I can't write the show for the Raccoon Rouge!!" cried Leon as he ran to the hole in the floor and started to go down the ladder to his room. But the boys stopped him.
"Why not?" Chris asked. Leon looked at him.
"I don't even know if I am a true bohemian revolutionary!" he said, much to the men's astonishment.
"WHAT?!" They all gasped.
Chris asked, "Do you believe in beauty?"
Leon nodded, "Yes…"
"Freedom?" Carlos asked.
"Yes, of course."
'Truth?" asked Billy.
"…Yes."
Barry asked, "Love?"
Leon looked at them, as if he were nut, "Love? Love…above all things, I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendoured thing. Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love! Chris laughs happily.
"Oh! See, you can't fool us! You're the voice of the Children of the Revolution!"
"We can't be fooled! Everyone cried. They pulled Leon up.
"Here." Chris holds up his glass of absinthe, "Let's drink to the new writer of the world's first bohemian revolutionary show!"
Carlos plants a kiss on the lips of a very excited Leon.
'Oh gross, he kissed me!' Leon thought but continued to celebrate in the plan they had in store.
It was the perfect plan. I was to audition for Ada.
Barry begins pouring absinthe for Leon and the rest of the bohemians into flaming glasses.
And I would taste my first glass of… absinthe.
'Here I go' Leon finishes the drink in one gulp.
(There was a boy…)
Leon saw a Green clad girl with big blue eyes and short blond hair, who looks a lot like Sherry Birkin. The green Fairy on the bottle looks at them.
"I'm the Green Fairy!" The fairy said as she flies out into the sky, fairy dust all around her, as Leon and the bohemians watch in drunken amazement.
"The hills are alive…" Leon sang and the others joined in, "WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC!"
Everyone laughs in a drunken way as the Green Fairy begins to fever dance to the music.
(A very strange, enchanted boy…)
The bohemians and Leon stood out on the balcony, Leon was now dressed in Carlos's tuxedo and top hat, singing as the Green Fairy makes the words "Freedom," "Beauty," and "Truth" with her fairy dust, outlining the "L'amour" sign.
"YEAH, FREEDOM, BEAUTY, TRUTH, AND LOVE!" The bohemians and Leon cried. The Fairy sang, "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC!"
Then the Green Fairy multiplies; making a million Sherries in the sky.
CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION
CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION.
The others joined in.
NO, YOU WON'T FOOL THE CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION
NO, YOU WON'T FOOL THE CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION
"FREEDON, BEAUTY, TRUTH, AND LOVE!" Leon sang out loud and the boys joined in laughing in the process.
We were off to the Raccoon Rouge. And I was to perform my poetry for Ada.
The Green Fairy's eyes turned red as she let out a loud scream as the bohemians and Leon fell off the balcony into a swirling vortex of fantastic colors that flings them off to the Raccoon Rouge…
Author's Note: Well what do you think? This is my first fic so please R and R.