Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2010 15:46:08 GMT -5
11/16
Sender: S. Lerch
Message: We need to talk.
The scene fades out to black as the message continues to stare back out at the camera.
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In one split second a life, whether yours or another's, can be destroyed by the simplest of things. It can be a wrong decision. Or it can be a costly mistake. Or sometimes, it can be just two words that turn everything for the worse.
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Shannan Lerch: I've been hiding a secret for long enough, and now it needs to come out.
Shannan takes a deep breath as she looks about ready to cry.
Shannan Lerch: I'm pregnant.
Seth faints from the news as Price and Logan's jaws drop. The crowd as a collective unit breaks out into a rather derogative chant.
Shannan Lerch: And I know who the father is. It's....
Seth comes to and sits back up.
Shannan Lerch: It's you Jay, you're the father.
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I'm pregnant.
How could two simple words pack such a powerful punch? How could two words be so damaging to a man?
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11/21
The sound of crying babies is heard as the scene slowly fades in on the waiting room at a doctor's office. Shannan Lerch is sitting in a chair, thumbing through a magazine, as she nervously checks the clock hanging on the wall every few seconds. A door opens on the other side of the room and a nurse pokes her head out.
Nurse: Ms. Lerch?
Shannan looks up from the magazine in her hands toward the nurse.
Nurse: The doctor will see you now.
Shannan places the magazine on a small table beside her chair and stands up from her chair. As she picks up her purse she takes a last look toward the entrance to the waiting room, almost as if she's waiting for someone to walk in. She let's out a small sigh as she walks toward the nurse. The scene fades out as she walks through the doorway and the door shuts behind her.
The scene fades back in as the sounds of crying can again be heard. But these cries are not of a baby, but rather the cries of a man. Those sounds are quickly replaced by those of flesh hitting flesh with the occasional scream of pain peppered in as the scene fulls fades in. A nearby wall, lit up by a fire in the distance, shows the shadows of two men, one standing and one lying on the ground. The camera shot switches to a shot of Price standing over a man that is lying on his stomach, desperately trying to cover his head with his hands, as Price violently kicks him in his side. Price then drops to his knees and grabs the man by his hair, lifting his face off of the concrete before slamming it back down. He does it again....and again.....and again. He repeats this until finally the man's face is near unrecognizable, a bloody mess of broken bones and deep cuts, and then lets it go. He looks down at his hands, covered in blood, and sighs as he runs them over the sides of his head. The scene then fades to black as he drops his hands to his sides and stares into the distance
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"Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds."
Unfortunately some minds are different than others...
The sound of a cell phone faintly ringing in the distance opens up the scene as we slowly fade in on a hotel room. The ringing gradually grows louder as the scene becomes clearer, until finally it's tone can be heard perfectly. The camera shot switches to a view of the phone, sitting on top of a small bedside table, where the screen flashes the caller.
S. Lerch
Moments later the ringing stops and the name fades away, replaced with a single beep to signal a voicemail. A sigh can be heard from the nearby bed as a hand is seen reaching over to grab the phone and pull it under the covers, only to be replaced shortly. Again the phone beeps, this time signaling a text message as the camera pans over the screen.
[/color]S. Lerch
Moments later the ringing stops and the name fades away, replaced with a single beep to signal a voicemail. A sigh can be heard from the nearby bed as a hand is seen reaching over to grab the phone and pull it under the covers, only to be replaced shortly. Again the phone beeps, this time signaling a text message as the camera pans over the screen.
Sender: S. Lerch
Message: We need to talk.
The scene fades out to black as the message continues to stare back out at the camera.
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In one split second a life, whether yours or another's, can be destroyed by the simplest of things. It can be a wrong decision. Or it can be a costly mistake. Or sometimes, it can be just two words that turn everything for the worse.
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Shannan Lerch: I've been hiding a secret for long enough, and now it needs to come out.
Shannan takes a deep breath as she looks about ready to cry.
Shannan Lerch: I'm pregnant.
Seth faints from the news as Price and Logan's jaws drop. The crowd as a collective unit breaks out into a rather derogative chant.
Shannan Lerch: And I know who the father is. It's....
Seth comes to and sits back up.
Shannan Lerch: It's you Jay, you're the father.
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I'm pregnant.
How could two simple words pack such a powerful punch? How could two words be so damaging to a man?
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11/21
The sound of crying babies is heard as the scene slowly fades in on the waiting room at a doctor's office. Shannan Lerch is sitting in a chair, thumbing through a magazine, as she nervously checks the clock hanging on the wall every few seconds. A door opens on the other side of the room and a nurse pokes her head out.
Nurse: Ms. Lerch?
Shannan looks up from the magazine in her hands toward the nurse.
Nurse: The doctor will see you now.
Shannan places the magazine on a small table beside her chair and stands up from her chair. As she picks up her purse she takes a last look toward the entrance to the waiting room, almost as if she's waiting for someone to walk in. She let's out a small sigh as she walks toward the nurse. The scene fades out as she walks through the doorway and the door shuts behind her.
The scene fades back in as the sounds of crying can again be heard. But these cries are not of a baby, but rather the cries of a man. Those sounds are quickly replaced by those of flesh hitting flesh with the occasional scream of pain peppered in as the scene fulls fades in. A nearby wall, lit up by a fire in the distance, shows the shadows of two men, one standing and one lying on the ground. The camera shot switches to a shot of Price standing over a man that is lying on his stomach, desperately trying to cover his head with his hands, as Price violently kicks him in his side. Price then drops to his knees and grabs the man by his hair, lifting his face off of the concrete before slamming it back down. He does it again....and again.....and again. He repeats this until finally the man's face is near unrecognizable, a bloody mess of broken bones and deep cuts, and then lets it go. He looks down at his hands, covered in blood, and sighs as he runs them over the sides of his head. The scene then fades to black as he drops his hands to his sides and stares into the distance
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"Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds."
-Franklin D. Roosevelt
Unfortunately some minds are different than others...
