Post by wblstudios on Apr 19, 2006 14:33:42 GMT -5
Fade in on a pale, scarred up, broken down former teenager shambling down the darkness of far-too-early morning, a drink in one hand, and blood on the other.
2 AM had crept in over the city, and it’d been over an hour since Ellis’ sojourn to find a can of cola, vindicated almost five minutes out thanks to a vending machine in the hotel lobby. Her wandering took her on this bleak, cloudless night in the city of Hardcore, past closed businesses and broken down lots, crack houses and safe havens, and a little bloodletting behind a 7-11 where she got a second Pepsi fix. That 32-ounce concoction was helping her hang on as she strolled through the city. Although 2 AM was in full swing, the city was far from empty. Every homeless soul, every drug addict or addict creator, every gangster and wankster, was out taking their little piece of 2 in the morning.
She could have dealt with giving the poor and downtrodden a few dollars to help them get through whatever they did to alleviate their own pain. She could deal with tossing a few dollars in front of a crackhead. Ellis could even have stood dealing with a wannabe thug who could be deferred from his own ambition by a vision of 19 year old death... 20 year old death, she reminded herself ruefully, as if anybody gave a damn that her birthday had come and gone... warmed over. But when she saw the cherry-red Ferrari, license plate “JOFENIX”, parked outside of the 24 hour Laundromat, she knew she couldn’t deal with them tonight. The sickening vanity, and the overwhelming cuteness.
Just keep walking, Ellis told herself, scraping a bit of dried blood off of her cheek and almost dropping her drink to instinctively grab her boxcutter, in a bid to replace the dried blood with fresh. Just keep walking, don’t stop, and don’t even look...
Too late. For the living dead girl, 2 AM had just become fucked, and 2:30 wasn't looking much better.
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Jump cut to the interior of the Laundromat, where Kikyo-Chan and Jojo-Chan had been talking for a while, passing the time by playing an English version of an ever-popular quick-wits word game, in an effort to get Jojo back into the habit of speaking English more regularly, now that her oversees contracts were near their end.
Jojo: Roasted Salmon Roe. E.
Kikyo: Eggplant Parmesan. N.
Jojo: N... N... Nougat.
Kikyo: That works, but does Jojo-Chan even know what Nougat is?
Jojo: Fuck if I know what it is. All I know is some guy on TV said if you combine it with crunchy peanuts and rich milk chocolate, you can’t fuck with it.
Kikyo: Well. I guess that‘s close enough.. Hm... T... Tayuki!
[Screen caption: Tayuki= Fish shaped pastry filled with bean jam]
Jojo: Tayuki. Now I’m fucking hungry. You gonna cook us up some Tayuki when we get back to the hotel? And another thing, why the fuck do you always start eating Tayuki at the tail? Everyone starts at the head. It’s like chocolate bunnies or animal crackers.
Kikyo: Quit stalling, Jojo-Chan. It’s I to you.
Jojo: I... fuck it. Ice. People eat ice.
Kikyo: I can’t argue with you there. E... E... *perks her head up from watching the washer and looks off-screen, wide-eyed* Ellis? *Kikyo slowly stands back up, walking off-screen.
Jojo: Ellis. S to me then... hey... wait a minute. Ellis isn’t a food. I WIN! *Her eyes follow Kikyo* What the fuck?
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Camera pan follows Kikyo to the doors of the Laundromat as she walks out, through the glass doors, and follows her as she tries to chase after the slow-moving, slouched over figure, Josephine following behind, slowly and disinterested, but watching for Kikyo’s safety... and a kind of morbid curiosity. After about a good 30 paces, the living dead girl finally turns to face Kikyo and Jojo, dead grey eyes totally obscured by her hair.
Kikyo: Ellis! Ellis-sempai! Konichiwaaaaa!
Ellis: Go away. I’m in a bad mood.
Josephine crosses her arms underneath her giant breasts and snickers.
Jojo: When are you ever in a good mood?
Ellis: Leave me alone.
Turning away, the demon from Jersey started sprinting away, but the long athletic legs of Josephine quickly caught up with her, long ruby fingernails grabbing Ellis by the scruff of her Bret Hart jacket.
Jojo: Not ‘till we get one thing straight, motherfucker. Now I’ll admit what I said to you might have been mistranslated. I didn’t mean to say that just you are jealous of my body. EVERYONE is jealous, you included. Sounds a little less personal, doesn’t it? But I don’t appreciate being called a whore, especially when I’m not even in the country to defend myself.
A quick glint flashes in the night as Ellis’ lightning-quick reflexes allow her to grab the boxcutter from her jacket with her free hand and place the blade against Jojo’s jugular vein, depressing the flesh just the slightest bit... all without spilling her drink.
Ellis: Don’t threaten someone who has nothing left to lose. I’m destined to rot in hell, I’ll be more than happy to take you with me.
Kikyo: Guys... please don’t fight! You’re gonna be partners in a few days! Kikyo-chan don’t want trouble!
Male Voice (off-screen): Oh, trouble? There ain’t gonna be no trouble here, chica.
Josephine lets go of Ellis’ jacket as Ellis slowly lowers her boxcutter, the three looking off-screen. Slow pan to a group of five Puerto-Rican men, all clad in identical jeans and shoes with gang bandannas. The four behind the apparent leader are almost identical, but the man in front is a bit taller, and far, far fatter.
Big Hector: That is, as long as you pretty little chica bonitas do a couple of things for us...
Thug: Like shut up and spread those tight fucking pussies of yours!
Thug: A little cash wouldn’t hurt either.
Thug: Like all your fucking money!
Thug: Hah! You tell him, brother!
Big Hector: Shut up you assholes. If anyone’s gonna get first crack, it’s gonna be Big Hector. Now... just what do we have here?
Pan back right to the three women... Josephine with a frustrated sneer on her face, Kikyo with a look of pure terror, and Ellis with her usual cold, dead expression. Tension was running hot like adrenaline, as just like with Sunday Slam, fate was going to force Ellis and Josephine to work together... fade out. Over the blackness, the blocky red typeface again reads “To Be Continued” for a few seconds before fading out completely.
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~Ellis & Josephine
2 AM had crept in over the city, and it’d been over an hour since Ellis’ sojourn to find a can of cola, vindicated almost five minutes out thanks to a vending machine in the hotel lobby. Her wandering took her on this bleak, cloudless night in the city of Hardcore, past closed businesses and broken down lots, crack houses and safe havens, and a little bloodletting behind a 7-11 where she got a second Pepsi fix. That 32-ounce concoction was helping her hang on as she strolled through the city. Although 2 AM was in full swing, the city was far from empty. Every homeless soul, every drug addict or addict creator, every gangster and wankster, was out taking their little piece of 2 in the morning.
She could have dealt with giving the poor and downtrodden a few dollars to help them get through whatever they did to alleviate their own pain. She could deal with tossing a few dollars in front of a crackhead. Ellis could even have stood dealing with a wannabe thug who could be deferred from his own ambition by a vision of 19 year old death... 20 year old death, she reminded herself ruefully, as if anybody gave a damn that her birthday had come and gone... warmed over. But when she saw the cherry-red Ferrari, license plate “JOFENIX”, parked outside of the 24 hour Laundromat, she knew she couldn’t deal with them tonight. The sickening vanity, and the overwhelming cuteness.
Just keep walking, Ellis told herself, scraping a bit of dried blood off of her cheek and almost dropping her drink to instinctively grab her boxcutter, in a bid to replace the dried blood with fresh. Just keep walking, don’t stop, and don’t even look...
Too late. For the living dead girl, 2 AM had just become fucked, and 2:30 wasn't looking much better.
---
Jump cut to the interior of the Laundromat, where Kikyo-Chan and Jojo-Chan had been talking for a while, passing the time by playing an English version of an ever-popular quick-wits word game, in an effort to get Jojo back into the habit of speaking English more regularly, now that her oversees contracts were near their end.
Jojo: Roasted Salmon Roe. E.
Kikyo: Eggplant Parmesan. N.
Jojo: N... N... Nougat.
Kikyo: That works, but does Jojo-Chan even know what Nougat is?
Jojo: Fuck if I know what it is. All I know is some guy on TV said if you combine it with crunchy peanuts and rich milk chocolate, you can’t fuck with it.
Kikyo: Well. I guess that‘s close enough.. Hm... T... Tayuki!
[Screen caption: Tayuki= Fish shaped pastry filled with bean jam]
Jojo: Tayuki. Now I’m fucking hungry. You gonna cook us up some Tayuki when we get back to the hotel? And another thing, why the fuck do you always start eating Tayuki at the tail? Everyone starts at the head. It’s like chocolate bunnies or animal crackers.
Kikyo: Quit stalling, Jojo-Chan. It’s I to you.
Jojo: I... fuck it. Ice. People eat ice.
Kikyo: I can’t argue with you there. E... E... *perks her head up from watching the washer and looks off-screen, wide-eyed* Ellis? *Kikyo slowly stands back up, walking off-screen.
Jojo: Ellis. S to me then... hey... wait a minute. Ellis isn’t a food. I WIN! *Her eyes follow Kikyo* What the fuck?
---
Camera pan follows Kikyo to the doors of the Laundromat as she walks out, through the glass doors, and follows her as she tries to chase after the slow-moving, slouched over figure, Josephine following behind, slowly and disinterested, but watching for Kikyo’s safety... and a kind of morbid curiosity. After about a good 30 paces, the living dead girl finally turns to face Kikyo and Jojo, dead grey eyes totally obscured by her hair.
Kikyo: Ellis! Ellis-sempai! Konichiwaaaaa!
Ellis: Go away. I’m in a bad mood.
Josephine crosses her arms underneath her giant breasts and snickers.
Jojo: When are you ever in a good mood?
Ellis: Leave me alone.
Turning away, the demon from Jersey started sprinting away, but the long athletic legs of Josephine quickly caught up with her, long ruby fingernails grabbing Ellis by the scruff of her Bret Hart jacket.
Jojo: Not ‘till we get one thing straight, motherfucker. Now I’ll admit what I said to you might have been mistranslated. I didn’t mean to say that just you are jealous of my body. EVERYONE is jealous, you included. Sounds a little less personal, doesn’t it? But I don’t appreciate being called a whore, especially when I’m not even in the country to defend myself.
A quick glint flashes in the night as Ellis’ lightning-quick reflexes allow her to grab the boxcutter from her jacket with her free hand and place the blade against Jojo’s jugular vein, depressing the flesh just the slightest bit... all without spilling her drink.
Ellis: Don’t threaten someone who has nothing left to lose. I’m destined to rot in hell, I’ll be more than happy to take you with me.
Kikyo: Guys... please don’t fight! You’re gonna be partners in a few days! Kikyo-chan don’t want trouble!
Male Voice (off-screen): Oh, trouble? There ain’t gonna be no trouble here, chica.
Josephine lets go of Ellis’ jacket as Ellis slowly lowers her boxcutter, the three looking off-screen. Slow pan to a group of five Puerto-Rican men, all clad in identical jeans and shoes with gang bandannas. The four behind the apparent leader are almost identical, but the man in front is a bit taller, and far, far fatter.
Big Hector: That is, as long as you pretty little chica bonitas do a couple of things for us...
Thug: Like shut up and spread those tight fucking pussies of yours!
Thug: A little cash wouldn’t hurt either.
Thug: Like all your fucking money!
Thug: Hah! You tell him, brother!
Big Hector: Shut up you assholes. If anyone’s gonna get first crack, it’s gonna be Big Hector. Now... just what do we have here?
Pan back right to the three women... Josephine with a frustrated sneer on her face, Kikyo with a look of pure terror, and Ellis with her usual cold, dead expression. Tension was running hot like adrenaline, as just like with Sunday Slam, fate was going to force Ellis and Josephine to work together... fade out. Over the blackness, the blocky red typeface again reads “To Be Continued” for a few seconds before fading out completely.
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~Ellis & Josephine
