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Haven't been on in a while, but I'm here.
RocksSoFar. :D Living Dead Dude.
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Hey, folks. Sorry for the lack of updates. My mother's recent obsession with online poker is making harder to post updates. I'll try and have the new piece up tonight. Wish me luck!
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Good Luck! :D:D
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This really is neat sweetie;)
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Ladies and Gentlemen, Gore The Red.
Note: Takes place before the Brix and Roland Kassir preview. CHAPTER 10 FADE IN: EXT. BLAKE CITY, THE JADE PUB - NIGHT A large pub, featuring another image of Jade on the sign. The parking lot is nearly full. The windows are stained green. INT. BLAKE CITY, THE JADE PUB - NIGHT Drunken customers fill the place wall to wall. Irish music plays over everyone's conversations. At the bar sits a large, muscular man with red hair, bits of his black hooded-sweatshirt are torn around the sleeves. He's got a half-empty mug of green beer clenched in his fist. This is RON KOKKIVOC, aka GORE THE RED. A bartender leans in to his face and gets his attention BARTENDER Excuse me, you're Ron, correct? RON Yeah. What's it to ya? BARTENDER You were requested in the back room, sir. RON By who? BARTENDER Ms. Jade. RON Oh. Where is this room? BARTENDER Right behind the bar, sir. If you just go around- Ron climbs over the bar and walks to the door. BARTENDER Or that. INT. BLAKE CITY, JADE'S PUB, BACK ROOM - NIGHT Moira sits on a couch, still in costume, holding an empty bottle of Jade Brew. She places it among several other empty bottles on the table. Ron walks in and smiles at her. RON How do you get in without getting noticed. MOIRA Window. RON That's a shame, you own this place and you have to sneak in through the window. MOIRA I was kidding. There's a back door... RON Nevermind then. How have you been? MOIRA Fine. What are you doing back in town? RON Decided I would see what you and Blur have been keeping yourselves busy with these days. Thought I'd bust up a few baddies with you for old time's sake. Where is the quick little fella anyway? MOIRA The asylum. RON I knew it! MOIRA No, somebody is trying to break in and kill the Red Dynamo. RON Oh. What did ol' Macky do? Moira shrugs. MOIRA So, Wayne left the city to me tonight. Unless you would like to join me. RON You're such a flirt. Moira's face turns red. Ron laughs. RON I'm just kidding. I know you're Wayne's girl. MOIRA What, no I'm not. We're just- Ron interrupts. RON Whatever. I'd love to go out for a night on the town with you. EXT. BLAKE CITY, TOWNHOUSES - NIGHT One of the worst places in Blake City, a neighborhood full of connected townhouses. Nothing is well kept, the state of the lawns and exteriors of the homes are ignored. A large van parks outside of one of the houses. A man runs inside of the house. Moira and Ron sneak up to the van, they open up the back. Several large bricks of cocaine wrapped in tape populate the back of the van. MOIRA Just as I thought! RON Lucky guess... Ron looks at Moira waiting for a laugh. He eventually gets it. RON How would you like to execute this? MOIRA I have an idea. MOMENTS LATER: Moira and Ron are nowhere to be seen. The man with the van walks outside and around to the back of the van. He opens it up and starts grabbing the bricks. After he removes a few of them he sees Moira sitting in the back with a bright smile. She points her grapple at him and extends it, it hits him in the face and knocks him out. The door to the house breaks in half and another man bursts through it. Ron steps out over top of him. He's still awake. Moira gets out and runs over to them. RON (to man) Who told you to sell this stuff. MAN I don't know! I was just buying some! RON Just? Ron punches the man and knocks him out. Moira runs over to the man she knocked out and shakes him back awake. MOIRA Hey! DEALER What did you do to me, bitch? MOIRA I knocked you out. Who gave you all of this. DEALER Fuck off. MOIRA Do you know my friend? They call him Gore The Red. DEALER I said "Fuck off." Ron stands over him. RON Hey. I'm Gore The Red! MOIRA Now, if you don't tell us who you got all of this from my friend is going to have to force it out of you. DEALER It was Roland Kassir. OK? Let me go now. EXT. BLAKE CITY POLICE DEPT. - NIGHT The dealer and his customer stand with their hands behind their back tied to a light post. The van full of drugs next to them. INT. ROLAND KASSIR'S MANSION - NIGHT Several men stand guarding the home. Guns ready. The door is punched in and Moira runs inside. The guards open fire. She manages to duck and dodge every bullet. She trips one guard and the gun manages to shoot out another's knee. she charges at one and punches him in the face. He drops his gun she grabs it by the barrel and tosses it at the last standing guard, knocking him out. Ron enters after the gunfire stops. INT. ROLAND KASSIR'S MANSION, ROLAND'S OFFICE - NIGHT Moira opens the door and Roland opens fire. He stops when Moira goes out of sight. Ron steps in and Roland shoots again, hitting Ron in the arm. Ron angrily glares at Roland. He runs at him full-force and kicks his desk which slides backward and knocks him out of his window. Moira jumps onto the table and uses her grapple to pull him back up. Roland's head is badly scarred. Police sirens can be heard in the distance. MOIRA I think we should go... FADE OUT.
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Very Good Mr. Man! Took me a while to read (but I like that) and I can see some good fleshing out appearing. Expecially loved the green "Jade Brew"! :D
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CHAPTER 11
EXT. TWILIGHT CITY, WESTWARD POST, EMPLOYEE PARKING LOT - NIGHT Eric walks Sydney to her car. He clearly still feels nervous from the small shake in his step and heavy breathing. Sydney seems to be nervous too, keeping her head down. They get to her car. ERIC Here we are. SYDNEY Thank you, Mr. Westward. Sydney opens the door to her car. SYDNEY I'll see you tomorrow. Eric grins. ERIC First thing in the morning! The grin fades as Sydney gets in the car and he rolls his eyes at what he'd just said. He grabs the door and stops her from closing it. ERIC Wait, did you enjoy the uh... The lunch? SYDNEY Yes, sir, it was delicious. ERIC I meant... Did you like going to lunch with me? SYDNEY Yes, sir. I had a wonderful time. ERIC You don't have to keep calling me "sir," office hours over. You don't even have to call me that during office hours. My first name would suffice. How about we do it again tomorrow? If you don't have any plans. SYDNEY I never have any plans, Eric. It's a date. ERIC A date? A date. Eric smiles. Sydney smiles back. SYDNEY Goodnight. ERIC Goodnight. Eric waves, Sydney waves back through the window. After she drives off Eric stands watching the car. He puts his hands on his hips and points his head in the air and laughs to himself, a hug gust of wind knocks him off balance, he catches himself. Wayne is standing directly in front of him. ERIC Nice getup, Lucas. WAYNE I have a quick question. ERIC Everything is always so quick with you. Sometimes I think you don't want to spend any time with me. WAYNE Cute. I want to ask about a... Well, I guess you could call him a Vigilante. Wears black, sticks to the shadows, carries a lot of knives in guns. ERIC Wayne, that's pretty much the entire lower-class population of Twilight City. WAYNE This one killed a couple thugs doing a break-in with James Macky. ERIC No way, somebody killed The Red Dynamo? WAYNE Not yet, at least. He's breaking into the Asylum tonight to finish him. I'd like to know what I'll be dealing with. ERIC I don't know anything. But of course, you're Blur, when have you ever known what you were dealing with? WAYNE Thanks for your time. ERIC Oh, you've got to run now? Wayne makes his exit so quickly it's as if he'd vanished. Eric laughs to himself. ERIC Oh, Wayne. Always in such a hurry! I like him better when he's not chasing bad people. Eric walks to his car. INT. BLAKE CITY INSANE ASYLUM, BASEMENT - NIGHT A dark, leaky basement. the only things in there are pipes, spare mattresses, boxes of deceased resident's possessions, and a small window letting moonlight in. Huddled in the corner is Kemal, the orderly. He has his head buried in his hands. KEMAL He was innocent! I doomed an innocent man! I forced his soul out. Wayne appears next to him kneeling down. WAYNE Kemal, what are you doing down here? KEMAL He's gone. Kemal's gone. WAYNE What happened to you? KEMAL I'm not Kemal! I killed him! I didn't mean to. It was supposed to be an inmate! I'm sorry! I killed him! WAYNE Kemal, I don't know what's gotten into you. But I'm going to get you help. it's safer if you stay down here for now though. After I take care of this I'll be back. I promise. I'll get you help for whatever's gone wrong. Wayne vanishes again. Kemal sits up and looks for him, his head returns to his hands shortly after. INT. BLAKE CITY INSANE ASYLUM, PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - NIGHT A psychiatrist for the asylum wanders around his office, looking for all of his missing files. PSYCHIATRIST Where did they ge- Renegade emerges from the shadows and grabs his neck. He puts a finger over his mouth and puts him into a sleeper hold. The psychiatrist passes out quietly and Renegade drops him on the floor. He steps over to fusebox on the wall and opens it. EXT. BLAKE CITY INSANE ASYLUM, HALLWAY - NIGHT The hallway containing all of the most dangerous patients. All of the lights go out. The manual locks on the doors are the only things keeping the prisoner's indoors. The door to the psychiatrist's office sits at the end of the hallway. It slides open and Renegade steps out, holding a 9mm in his hand. |
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Good cliffhanger.
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Just carry on..MM.:)
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I'm with Doc on this one...hell of a way to end a chapter.
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