Post by Pygmy on Aug 27, 2008 2:11:59 GMT -6
Seriously dont read unless you like eating babies! lol Just a fiction story me and BB are writing, nothing interesting happening here.
;D
Wirtting first a skeleton inplay format. Will add meat later when we are done with basic script.
*fade in from black*
Steady beeping noise in background. There is a brilliantly white room, sterile and free of dirt. Two white smocked doctors bend over a crude operating table from which blood drips into small puddles onto the floor. An unconcious girl lies face up on the table, her carmel skin frighteningly pale, eyes closed in unconciousness but her soft pink lis tremble as if by an unspeakable fear.
She is Kindle Angora.
Kindle: *stirs* Georg...ie....? *her voice is weak, fumbling with each letter. Her head tilts to one side*
Doctor 1: *Looks at her and grins* Now you just sound stupid.
Doctor 2: *gives her an injection of clear liquid*
*She feels drowsy, fades in and out. Lights pulse.*
*fade to black, a ware house in south Texas, USA*
*A large group of rough looking men are in the warehouse, many clustered around a prone form that lies on the ground in a bloodied heap. The Texas night deep and humid, the pale blush of silver moon light that filters through the sky windows casts mournful shadows around them. The man on the floor is Georgia Angora, tho it is hard to tell with his nose bloodied and jaw the color of an eggplants skin.*
Thug Leader: *smashes Georgies ribcage with a black crowbar* *Georgie groans and writhers on the cement floor* WHere's my F.uckin money, Latino Trash?! *Hits him again, harder*
*Georgie tries to rise into a sitting position but gasps harshly and collasps onto the ground where he lies unmoving*
Thug 2: Hes dead, man! You can stop now!
Thug Leader: Man shut the h.ell up! This h.oe owes me 5 thou in Blow money! Im going to get my money one way or another. *stares down at georgie darkly*
*Drops the crow bar then reaches into his jacket to pull out a gun. A distinctive metallic click eckos through out the room. The ten plus gangsters in the warehouse fall deathly silent in anticipation as the watch like wolves before the final kill.*
Thug Leader: One way ... or another...*gun gleams in the sick silver light*
*Suddenly there is the sound of glass shattering. Men duck down as a glittering rain pelts them. Men run away in a panic.*
Men: "Dam.mn it! Its Superman, lets cheese it!" "Those freaks found us here, aint nowhere safe!" "I dont want to go to jail!"
;D
Wirtting first a skeleton inplay format. Will add meat later when we are done with basic script.
*fade in from black*
Steady beeping noise in background. There is a brilliantly white room, sterile and free of dirt. Two white smocked doctors bend over a crude operating table from which blood drips into small puddles onto the floor. An unconcious girl lies face up on the table, her carmel skin frighteningly pale, eyes closed in unconciousness but her soft pink lis tremble as if by an unspeakable fear.
She is Kindle Angora.
Kindle: *stirs* Georg...ie....? *her voice is weak, fumbling with each letter. Her head tilts to one side*
Doctor 1: *Looks at her and grins* Now you just sound stupid.
Doctor 2: *gives her an injection of clear liquid*
*She feels drowsy, fades in and out. Lights pulse.*
*fade to black, a ware house in south Texas, USA*
*A large group of rough looking men are in the warehouse, many clustered around a prone form that lies on the ground in a bloodied heap. The Texas night deep and humid, the pale blush of silver moon light that filters through the sky windows casts mournful shadows around them. The man on the floor is Georgia Angora, tho it is hard to tell with his nose bloodied and jaw the color of an eggplants skin.*
Thug Leader: *smashes Georgies ribcage with a black crowbar* *Georgie groans and writhers on the cement floor* WHere's my F.uckin money, Latino Trash?! *Hits him again, harder*
*Georgie tries to rise into a sitting position but gasps harshly and collasps onto the ground where he lies unmoving*
Thug 2: Hes dead, man! You can stop now!
Thug Leader: Man shut the h.ell up! This h.oe owes me 5 thou in Blow money! Im going to get my money one way or another. *stares down at georgie darkly*
*Drops the crow bar then reaches into his jacket to pull out a gun. A distinctive metallic click eckos through out the room. The ten plus gangsters in the warehouse fall deathly silent in anticipation as the watch like wolves before the final kill.*
Thug Leader: One way ... or another...*gun gleams in the sick silver light*
*Suddenly there is the sound of glass shattering. Men duck down as a glittering rain pelts them. Men run away in a panic.*
Men: "Dam.mn it! Its Superman, lets cheese it!" "Those freaks found us here, aint nowhere safe!" "I dont want to go to jail!"
