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Old 12-10-2010, 10:17 AM   #41
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SHOT CUTS TO A FEW MORE STREETS OVER. OPHELIA AND VINDICATED ARE SEATED INSIDE THE WINDOW OF A BUILDING ON THE FIRST FLOOR, LEGS DANGLING OVER THE LEDGE. OPHELIA IS WRITING ON A LARGE PAD AND VIN IS SMOKING A BLUNT. VIN LOOKS EXTREMELY STONED AND IS WEARING A DOG COLLAR, THE LEASH OF WHICH IS WRAPPED LOOSELY AROUND OPHIE’S WRIST.

Ophie: “If I had a dick, I would plow you like a field / Leaving you a weeping pile of freshly-turned soil...” [draws a line underneath the line sharply with a satisfied smile] Oh hell. Yeah.

Vin: [turning bleary, bloodshot eyes towards her] Did you finish it?

Ophie: Sure did, babycakes.

Vin: Wanna read it to me?

Ophie: [rolling eyes] ... I just did.

Vin: Oh. [blinks a few times as she struggles to remember, before settling into a dopey smile] That was AWESOME.

Ophie: I know.

Vin: Totally deep. Your words... my whale song... [blinks and trails off, clearly high as a kite]

Ophie: [in a tone of casual contempt] Uh-huh. How ‘bout shutting the hell up there, honey-doll? I gotta edit. [Vin smiles vacantly and nods as Ophie starts frowning and scratching on the pad. Apathy, Saya, Sternn, Jack, Kontan & Despanan enter, moving quietly along the wall in single file. Ophie sees them surprise, and yells down at them] Guys! Up here!

APATHY COCKS GUN REFLEXIVELY, HIS SWIFT, SURE, MANLY REACTION AGAIN CALLING TO MIND CLINT EASTWOOD IN HIS CAREER-DEFINING ROLE AS THE MAN WITH NO NAME. THE OTHERS ALMOST PISS THEIR PANTS LIKE LITTLE BITCHES. THEY FINALLY SEE OPHIE AND VIN.

Apathy: [jubilantly] Ophie? You’re alive too! And so is... [face falls as he sees her companion] Oh. Hey, Vin.

Ophie: So you guys got away too, huh?

Apathy: Yeah. We were just scoping for survivors. [nods up at the window] I see you guys holed up.

Ophie: Yeah – after we ran, we came up here and barricaded ourselves in. We’ve been... keeping ourselves entertained. [winks at the guys on the ground meaningfully as Vin blinks her bloodshot eyes] How about you guys?

Apathy: We all sort of found each other. Looks like everyone scattered when they took headquarters, so we’ve just been moving around, scoping for survivors.

Ophie: Sweet. I’m just writing a sex poem for Vin. My beautiful Vin. Look how hot she is. [gestures towards her] The eyes of an anime character, the lips of a porn star, fucking ghetto booty to make you weep -

VIN: Yeah!! I gotta ghetto booty... [frowns suddenly in fuzzy confusion] Wait – did you just call me BLACK?

Ophie: [without changing tone or looking at her] You shut your whore mouth, hood-rat.

Vin: [with muddled indignation] NOT cool, Ophie! You can’t just go around accusing innocent people of being black! What if an actual black person heard you? They might try and, like, TALK to me or somethin’...

Ophie: [slapping her hard around the head impatiently] Goddamnit, would you shut your fuckin’ hole? I don’t keep you around to hear your dumbass thoughts on life – now just open another button on your blouse and clam the fuck up! [turns back to the others as Vin unbuttons her shirt to expose even more cleavage] Where the hell did you guys go? Well, except you, Apathy. I saw you go charging off, heroically leading the undead away from the rest of us. Luckily there were so few of them left after your panty-moistening act of heroism, Vin and I managed to fight our way out of there. Well. [rolls eyes] I managed to fight our way out of there. She just stood there gaping, going, “Duuuuude...” in this moronic stoner voice. Didn’t even drop her joint.

Apathy: What about the others? Honeythorn, Renatus, Sir Canvas Corpsey? Do you know what happened to anybody else?

Ophie: Last thing I saw was HumanePain trying to convince the zombies to be nice, and saying this apocalypse’d be a lot more pleasant for everyone if we could just all get along. They sort of piled on top of him, but I don’t know what happened to him after that. It was kind of crazy - panic, and screaming, and blood spraying everywhere. And Vin was so high, she would’ve been chickenfeed if I’d just let go of her arm for a second.

Despanan: You weren’t even tempted? [shakes head, impressed] Wow, Underwear. That’s some magnanimous shit, right there. Maybe you ARE a nice person after all.

Ophie: Nah, I’m still an irredeemable bitch. I just figured, sexual encounters are gonna be pretty thin on the ground in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. And you know I’ve been toying with hitting that for a while. [stares down Vin’s shirt appreciatively]

Despanan: So basically, you delivered Vin from death... into sex slavery.

Ophie: [rolling eyes] Oh, what, like she had SO many other prospects in life?

Despanan: ... Fair enough, you gotta point there. Although I’m wondering what exactly differentiates you from the undead. You both want to eat Vin, and you’re both prepared to use predatory means. [to Kontan] I think Apathy should shoot HER in the face.

Kontan: Yeah!! Oh man, that would be so awesome.
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