Post by Steve Orbit on Dec 22, 2013 16:12:42 GMT -5
The following is a collaborative effort of Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit.
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Scene opens in NYC, at the plot of land formerly known as Zuccotti Park. The land is now a construction site. The camera pans around until we find Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit standing in front of a metal trash can. They are barely visible in the darkness of the night. Especially Orbit. Heh. Fly is dousing the contents of the trash can with lighter fluid. They are both dressed warmly, and both look tired and worn out.
Steve Orbit: You sure that's everything?
Jonny Fly: For the fifth time, yes.
Orbit strikes a match and drops it into the trashcan. Suddenly, in a fit of good conscious Fly reaches into his pocket and tosses two more CD's into the fire.
Steve Orbit: You mother-
Jonny Fly: Hey! That right there was the nicest thing I've done for someone all year.
Orbit shakes his head incredulously. The fire slowly starts building and after a few moments, it's really going strong. The glow from the fire provides the light for our scene. Orbit and Fly sit down on the ground. As the fire crackles, there are several moments of complete silence with neither man looking at the other. Until...
Jonny Fly: I knew you couldn't do it.
Steve Orbit: ... Excuse me?
Jonny Fly: Kill me. I knew you couldn't kill me.
Orbit shakes his head and looks at Fly.
Steve Orbit: After all this, you still talkin' shit? Unbelievable.
Jonny Fly: I'm just saying--
Steve Orbit: I had no problem shooting your boy Tom, did I?
Fly takes a moment to answer.
Jonny Fly: That was different. You didn't know Tom. It's easier to kill people you don't know.
Orbit chuckles. There's a few more moments of silence.
Steve Orbit: You know what, Fly, let's settle this shit right now. Nobody's comin', nobody knows we out here. Let's finish it once and for all.
Jonny Fly: What do you mean?
Steve Orbit: A duel. Right here, right now.
Jonny Fly: You serious? Don't I need a sword...
Steve Orbit: A Wild West duel, fool! Get your gun. We take ten steps, turn around and shoot. You think I won't do it?
Fly hesitates for about ten seconds. Then he begins to stand up.
Jonny Fly: Fine, have it your way--
Orbit puts his arm out, motioning for Fly to sit back down. He starts laughing.
Steve Orbit: Sit your ass down, man. Damn. You should see the look on your face. Chill. Ain't gonna be no more killing, Fly. Shit is played out. I'm tired of it.
Jonny Fly: Me too, believe it or not. This life is exhausting.
Fly sits down, eyeing Orbit.
Steve Orbit: If you wanted to kill me, you coulda did it when you had the drop on me earlier, in the alley. But you didn't.
Jonny Fly: Because I needed you to help me collect this evidence.
Steve Orbit: ... Right. Sure.
More silence.
Jonny Fly: You know, it wasn't personal, what happened.
Steve Orbit: No shit. Nothing's personal with you. That's the problem with you... all you white folks, y'all ain't got no heart, no SOUL.
Fly finally cracks a smile.
Jonny Fly: At least I'm not soft like you.
Steve Orbit: Soft?! You got the wrong one, homie. I'm a lotta things but soft ain't one of 'em.
Jonny Fly: We'll see.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, we will, won't we.
The fire begins to die down. Another short period of silence.
Steve Orbit: Aight, I'm outta here.
Jonny Fly: Me too, looks like we're done here.
Both men stand, facing each other.
Steve Orbit: I did wanna kill you. I thought about it all week when I was in the hole. You ever been in solitary?
Jonny Fly: Yeah. No fun.
Steve Orbit: Anyway, I realized somethin' since I been out. It will be more satisfying when I beat you in the main event of One and take your lil' World title. Murdering you wouldn't have the same amount of satisfaction, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fly scoffs.
Jonny Fly: You aren't going to win. And all that tough talk is going to bite you right in the ass, I promise.
Orbit and Fly eye each other. Finally, they both get up to leave.
Steve Orbit: I beat you here, so you better believe I'ma make that first shot count. See you in LA.
Orbit grins. Fly nods, and then they walk away in opposite directions. Fade out.
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Scene opens in NYC, at the plot of land formerly known as Zuccotti Park. The land is now a construction site. The camera pans around until we find Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit standing in front of a metal trash can. They are barely visible in the darkness of the night. Especially Orbit. Heh. Fly is dousing the contents of the trash can with lighter fluid. They are both dressed warmly, and both look tired and worn out.
Steve Orbit: You sure that's everything?
Jonny Fly: For the fifth time, yes.
Orbit strikes a match and drops it into the trashcan. Suddenly, in a fit of good conscious Fly reaches into his pocket and tosses two more CD's into the fire.
Steve Orbit: You mother-
Jonny Fly: Hey! That right there was the nicest thing I've done for someone all year.
Orbit shakes his head incredulously. The fire slowly starts building and after a few moments, it's really going strong. The glow from the fire provides the light for our scene. Orbit and Fly sit down on the ground. As the fire crackles, there are several moments of complete silence with neither man looking at the other. Until...
Jonny Fly: I knew you couldn't do it.
Steve Orbit: ... Excuse me?
Jonny Fly: Kill me. I knew you couldn't kill me.
Orbit shakes his head and looks at Fly.
Steve Orbit: After all this, you still talkin' shit? Unbelievable.
Jonny Fly: I'm just saying--
Steve Orbit: I had no problem shooting your boy Tom, did I?
Fly takes a moment to answer.
Jonny Fly: That was different. You didn't know Tom. It's easier to kill people you don't know.
Orbit chuckles. There's a few more moments of silence.
Steve Orbit: You know what, Fly, let's settle this shit right now. Nobody's comin', nobody knows we out here. Let's finish it once and for all.
Jonny Fly: What do you mean?
Steve Orbit: A duel. Right here, right now.
Jonny Fly: You serious? Don't I need a sword...
Steve Orbit: A Wild West duel, fool! Get your gun. We take ten steps, turn around and shoot. You think I won't do it?
Fly hesitates for about ten seconds. Then he begins to stand up.
Jonny Fly: Fine, have it your way--
Orbit puts his arm out, motioning for Fly to sit back down. He starts laughing.
Steve Orbit: Sit your ass down, man. Damn. You should see the look on your face. Chill. Ain't gonna be no more killing, Fly. Shit is played out. I'm tired of it.
Jonny Fly: Me too, believe it or not. This life is exhausting.
Fly sits down, eyeing Orbit.
Steve Orbit: If you wanted to kill me, you coulda did it when you had the drop on me earlier, in the alley. But you didn't.
Jonny Fly: Because I needed you to help me collect this evidence.
Steve Orbit: ... Right. Sure.
More silence.
Jonny Fly: You know, it wasn't personal, what happened.
Steve Orbit: No shit. Nothing's personal with you. That's the problem with you... all you white folks, y'all ain't got no heart, no SOUL.
Fly finally cracks a smile.
Jonny Fly: At least I'm not soft like you.
Steve Orbit: Soft?! You got the wrong one, homie. I'm a lotta things but soft ain't one of 'em.
Jonny Fly: We'll see.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, we will, won't we.
The fire begins to die down. Another short period of silence.
Steve Orbit: Aight, I'm outta here.
Jonny Fly: Me too, looks like we're done here.
Both men stand, facing each other.
Steve Orbit: I did wanna kill you. I thought about it all week when I was in the hole. You ever been in solitary?
Jonny Fly: Yeah. No fun.
Steve Orbit: Anyway, I realized somethin' since I been out. It will be more satisfying when I beat you in the main event of One and take your lil' World title. Murdering you wouldn't have the same amount of satisfaction, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fly scoffs.
Jonny Fly: You aren't going to win. And all that tough talk is going to bite you right in the ass, I promise.
Orbit and Fly eye each other. Finally, they both get up to leave.
Steve Orbit: I beat you here, so you better believe I'ma make that first shot count. See you in LA.
Orbit grins. Fly nods, and then they walk away in opposite directions. Fade out.
