Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2021 22:24:39 GMT -5
July, 2006
Murder Attempt II
~Scene opens up to reveal a very busy news center. People are running around with papers all over their hands while speaking loudly into their head sets. One of the persons running around yells “5 minutes until air time people!” The camera pans around towards the middle of the room where four stationary cameras have been set up, all facing towards the same direction. A desk stands in the very middle of the room where two people, a man and a woman, are going over some notes. The man, an African American, wears a gray suit with a white dress shirt and a burgundy color tie. The woman, American, wears a navy blue skirt with a matching jacket. Under it a white blouse. They exchange notes, discuss and nod as the same man from before yells “one minute!” More people run around, some dropping off papers at the news desks while a make up artist gives the two hosts final touches. “30 seconds!” Both anchors adjust their notes and then stay perfectly still, looking at the camera right in front of them, waiting for their cue. The lights dim down as a count down is heard… “5… 4….” Cheesy news music begins to play… “2… 1” the green light at the top of the main camera comes on as well as the lights in the room. The anchorman speaks. ~
Anchorman: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to your ten o’clock news. I am Daryl Hunglow.
Anchorwoman: And I am Ann Marie Flatbottom. In tonight’s news, racial jokes about people’s names are on the rise, but first, we have breaking news coming out of downtown, Los Angeles. Daryl?
Daryl Hunglow: Thank you Ann Marie. Just a few minutes ago in the small neighborhood of 'Illegal-Cross', an explosion occurred in an apartment complex. The building, built and owned by Mex-A-Build Industries, was fairly new and considered to be one of the best apartment complex in the area. The explosion is believed to have been caused by a malfunction in one of the generators in the basement… Or so say the fire department, but eyewitness believe otherwise. . Lets go live now to our local correspondent, Ali, Alalalalah. Ali?
~The camera switches views and we are now at the scene of the explosion where a short, 5 foot 2 man is standing with a microphone on his hand. He wears a brown suit with a white shirt and orange tie. Behind him you see fire-fighters trying to put the fire out on the 12 story building. Dozens of people are gathered around watching, some with great amazement and some with terrible sorrow. You hear crying in the background as well people pleading for some of the fire-fighters to go inside the building and rescue someone, or some people. The screen splits into two. On one side we have Daryl and on the other we have Ali. Ali speaks.~
Ali: Thank you Daryl, the explosion actually occurred about 2 hours ago and firefighters have been trying to put out the fire since they got here… 30 minutes ago.
Daryl: Excuse me Ali, did you say firefighters only got there 30 minutes ago?
Ali: Why yes I did.
Daryl: But the explosion occurred two hours ago, why did they get there so late?
Ali: Well this complex happens to be in the middle of the ghetto and you know how it is… stuff like this happens all the time.. Half of the people living there don’t have papers, so really it’s no----
Daryl: (ahem) I’m sorry Ali, I don’t think I heard you correctly.. Why did they arrive late?
~Daryl shakes his head at Ali nervously as if nobody can see him.. ~
Ali: I uh, OH.. Traffic Daryl. Lots of traffic... You know, middle of the day, rush hour, lots and lots of traffic.
Daryl: That is much unfortunate… I’m sure if they could have, they would have gotten there a lot faster. So tell me Ali, any casualties so far?
Ali: From what we have heard none Daryl. Although people are pleading for the firefights to go in there in check. The fire however is much too strong at the moment.
Daryl: I see. Tell me Daryl, the fire department believes the fire was caused by a generator on the basement. But eyewitnesses say otherwise. Can you explain?
Ali: Yeah, about an hour ago we spoke to a few eyewitnesses. Here is what they had to say.
~The screen switches to a scene that took place earlier. You see Ali interviewing an “eye” witness. An old man wearing an eye patch on his right eye, and his left eye looking someone just hit it with a bat. He begins telling his story to Ali.~
Eyewitness: I was sitting right here, across from the building, trying to pick up chicks when I saw someone very suspicious looking go into the building without punching the code required to enter it. Instead of punching the code, the man broke the glass door down. Just straight up punched it! I was going to call the police, but they never come… and if they do, is not until a few hours later. So why bother? Ten minutes went by and people were coming in and out, including this nice young man who always buys me a donut. He wants to be a professional wrestler some day you know? Anyway, 5 more minutes went by and the explosion occurred… Except it didn’t occur at the basement, but on the third floor of the building.
Ali: Are you certain?
Eyewitness: As certain as RuPaul being the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.
Ali: Uh, sir…
Eyewitness: Anyway. So as soon as the explosion goes off, out comes that suspicious looking man…
Ali: How did he look?
Eyewitness: Well, now please don’t think I’m drunk or high or anything. But have you ever played that game… Mortal Kombat? You know the ninja looking dudes? Well he looked like the yellow one… What was his name… Spider? No.. Centipede? No… Sco----
~The scene fades completely to black in a second, leaving a single white dot in the middle. Our surroundings have changed completely and as the camera begins to zoom out, we realize that we are in someone’s living room. The room is slightly lit, and very little can be made out. The little dot we saw is on the middle of a television screen. A glass is heard shattering and the camera does a complete 360. The camera focuses on the floor first, finding a shatter beer bottle. It then pans up to see a short Latino man we have come to know as Paco, standing there with his right hand extended, remote control on his hand. His face is of complete horror with his mouth white open. He finally snaps out of the trance he was in and quickly drops the remote on a recliner. He then grabs the telephone which was sitting on a small night table next to the recliner. He dials a number and then waits. ~
Paco: Come on kid, pick up… Pick up, pick up… PICK UP DAMN YOU!
~No answer… followed by a voice mail. ~
Paco: Mierda!!!!
~He tosses the phone to the side and then sits down on the couch, burying his face on his hands… He then sits back on the couch and just stares blankly at the ceiling. After a few seconds he speaks.~
Paco: No, no, no… This cannot be… You cannot be dead… Not before your big debut match up... Damn it kid, you had a wonderful future… You were going to kick off your career in style too… An Ultimate Tables Match! Oh Lux, why did you have to go and mess around with the Don’s kid… They hired their best alright… I know that man who gotcha kid… I know him too damn well… But I thought he was retired… I thought he was long gone… Why did he have to come back…? This hijo de puta had to ruin everything.. Everything! If that pendejo only knew...
~A click is heard and then Paco goes completely still. His eyes move towards the left and then upwards, looking at the cold hard steel that is being pressed up against his temple. We can’t see who is there in the darkness, but we do know he or she is smoking as a small cloud of smoke appears out of the darkness…. The person speaks…~
Person: If this pendejo knew what?
~Paco swallows hard but says nothing. The man, clearly the assassin, pushes the gun into Paco’s temple. ~
Assassin: Come on now Paco. Don’t hold back on me. I thought we were pals? Tell me, what don’t I know?
Paco: Wh-what? Wasn’t talking about you….
~Just then a click is heard at the door. Someone has a key and they are opening the door. ~
Assassin: I’m going to be over here behind this curtain. Not a word Paco, or you go “adios-adios.”
~The door is swung open and a familiar voice is heard. ~
Voice: Hey Paco! You home? Paco?!
Paco: he-here... I’m here Lux…you.. you’re alive!?
~Lux finds the light switch and turns it on, bringing light into the whole house. Lux looks at Paco with a worried look and Paco returns it. ~
Paco: Damn mi’jo... I thought you were a goner…
Lux: Of course I’m alive! Is that why you were on the dark? Sobbing for me? Aw, I’m touched. C’mon Paco… you know me better than that… get up jefe…
~Lux walks up to Paco and lifts him up and gives him a few pats in the back. ~
Lux: Now why would you think I’m a goner? Still thinking about the assassin hired to killed me? Please Paco.. nothing has happened..
Paco: What? But didn’t you see the---
Lux: Look enough about that… we’ll talk later… You are not going to believe who I ran into… wait a second…
Paco: Lux! There is something…
~But Lux had already gone outside… ~
From here, you can pick up the story in RP#1 for Quarantined PPV; if you don't want to read the whole thing then skip to under '15 years ago...', starting with Lux's dialogue. Thanks for reading.
Murder Attempt II
~Scene opens up to reveal a very busy news center. People are running around with papers all over their hands while speaking loudly into their head sets. One of the persons running around yells “5 minutes until air time people!” The camera pans around towards the middle of the room where four stationary cameras have been set up, all facing towards the same direction. A desk stands in the very middle of the room where two people, a man and a woman, are going over some notes. The man, an African American, wears a gray suit with a white dress shirt and a burgundy color tie. The woman, American, wears a navy blue skirt with a matching jacket. Under it a white blouse. They exchange notes, discuss and nod as the same man from before yells “one minute!” More people run around, some dropping off papers at the news desks while a make up artist gives the two hosts final touches. “30 seconds!” Both anchors adjust their notes and then stay perfectly still, looking at the camera right in front of them, waiting for their cue. The lights dim down as a count down is heard… “5… 4….” Cheesy news music begins to play… “2… 1” the green light at the top of the main camera comes on as well as the lights in the room. The anchorman speaks. ~
Anchorman: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to your ten o’clock news. I am Daryl Hunglow.
Anchorwoman: And I am Ann Marie Flatbottom. In tonight’s news, racial jokes about people’s names are on the rise, but first, we have breaking news coming out of downtown, Los Angeles. Daryl?
Daryl Hunglow: Thank you Ann Marie. Just a few minutes ago in the small neighborhood of 'Illegal-Cross', an explosion occurred in an apartment complex. The building, built and owned by Mex-A-Build Industries, was fairly new and considered to be one of the best apartment complex in the area. The explosion is believed to have been caused by a malfunction in one of the generators in the basement… Or so say the fire department, but eyewitness believe otherwise. . Lets go live now to our local correspondent, Ali, Alalalalah. Ali?
~The camera switches views and we are now at the scene of the explosion where a short, 5 foot 2 man is standing with a microphone on his hand. He wears a brown suit with a white shirt and orange tie. Behind him you see fire-fighters trying to put the fire out on the 12 story building. Dozens of people are gathered around watching, some with great amazement and some with terrible sorrow. You hear crying in the background as well people pleading for some of the fire-fighters to go inside the building and rescue someone, or some people. The screen splits into two. On one side we have Daryl and on the other we have Ali. Ali speaks.~
Ali: Thank you Daryl, the explosion actually occurred about 2 hours ago and firefighters have been trying to put out the fire since they got here… 30 minutes ago.
Daryl: Excuse me Ali, did you say firefighters only got there 30 minutes ago?
Ali: Why yes I did.
Daryl: But the explosion occurred two hours ago, why did they get there so late?
Ali: Well this complex happens to be in the middle of the ghetto and you know how it is… stuff like this happens all the time.. Half of the people living there don’t have papers, so really it’s no----
Daryl: (ahem) I’m sorry Ali, I don’t think I heard you correctly.. Why did they arrive late?
~Daryl shakes his head at Ali nervously as if nobody can see him.. ~
Ali: I uh, OH.. Traffic Daryl. Lots of traffic... You know, middle of the day, rush hour, lots and lots of traffic.
Daryl: That is much unfortunate… I’m sure if they could have, they would have gotten there a lot faster. So tell me Ali, any casualties so far?
Ali: From what we have heard none Daryl. Although people are pleading for the firefights to go in there in check. The fire however is much too strong at the moment.
Daryl: I see. Tell me Daryl, the fire department believes the fire was caused by a generator on the basement. But eyewitnesses say otherwise. Can you explain?
Ali: Yeah, about an hour ago we spoke to a few eyewitnesses. Here is what they had to say.
~The screen switches to a scene that took place earlier. You see Ali interviewing an “eye” witness. An old man wearing an eye patch on his right eye, and his left eye looking someone just hit it with a bat. He begins telling his story to Ali.~
Eyewitness: I was sitting right here, across from the building, trying to pick up chicks when I saw someone very suspicious looking go into the building without punching the code required to enter it. Instead of punching the code, the man broke the glass door down. Just straight up punched it! I was going to call the police, but they never come… and if they do, is not until a few hours later. So why bother? Ten minutes went by and people were coming in and out, including this nice young man who always buys me a donut. He wants to be a professional wrestler some day you know? Anyway, 5 more minutes went by and the explosion occurred… Except it didn’t occur at the basement, but on the third floor of the building.
Ali: Are you certain?
Eyewitness: As certain as RuPaul being the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.
Ali: Uh, sir…
Eyewitness: Anyway. So as soon as the explosion goes off, out comes that suspicious looking man…
Ali: How did he look?
Eyewitness: Well, now please don’t think I’m drunk or high or anything. But have you ever played that game… Mortal Kombat? You know the ninja looking dudes? Well he looked like the yellow one… What was his name… Spider? No.. Centipede? No… Sco----
~The scene fades completely to black in a second, leaving a single white dot in the middle. Our surroundings have changed completely and as the camera begins to zoom out, we realize that we are in someone’s living room. The room is slightly lit, and very little can be made out. The little dot we saw is on the middle of a television screen. A glass is heard shattering and the camera does a complete 360. The camera focuses on the floor first, finding a shatter beer bottle. It then pans up to see a short Latino man we have come to know as Paco, standing there with his right hand extended, remote control on his hand. His face is of complete horror with his mouth white open. He finally snaps out of the trance he was in and quickly drops the remote on a recliner. He then grabs the telephone which was sitting on a small night table next to the recliner. He dials a number and then waits. ~
Paco: Come on kid, pick up… Pick up, pick up… PICK UP DAMN YOU!
~No answer… followed by a voice mail. ~
Paco: Mierda!!!!
~He tosses the phone to the side and then sits down on the couch, burying his face on his hands… He then sits back on the couch and just stares blankly at the ceiling. After a few seconds he speaks.~
Paco: No, no, no… This cannot be… You cannot be dead… Not before your big debut match up... Damn it kid, you had a wonderful future… You were going to kick off your career in style too… An Ultimate Tables Match! Oh Lux, why did you have to go and mess around with the Don’s kid… They hired their best alright… I know that man who gotcha kid… I know him too damn well… But I thought he was retired… I thought he was long gone… Why did he have to come back…? This hijo de puta had to ruin everything.. Everything! If that pendejo only knew...
~A click is heard and then Paco goes completely still. His eyes move towards the left and then upwards, looking at the cold hard steel that is being pressed up against his temple. We can’t see who is there in the darkness, but we do know he or she is smoking as a small cloud of smoke appears out of the darkness…. The person speaks…~
Person: If this pendejo knew what?
~Paco swallows hard but says nothing. The man, clearly the assassin, pushes the gun into Paco’s temple. ~
Assassin: Come on now Paco. Don’t hold back on me. I thought we were pals? Tell me, what don’t I know?
Paco: Wh-what? Wasn’t talking about you….
~Just then a click is heard at the door. Someone has a key and they are opening the door. ~
Assassin: I’m going to be over here behind this curtain. Not a word Paco, or you go “adios-adios.”
~The door is swung open and a familiar voice is heard. ~
Voice: Hey Paco! You home? Paco?!
Paco: he-here... I’m here Lux…you.. you’re alive!?
~Lux finds the light switch and turns it on, bringing light into the whole house. Lux looks at Paco with a worried look and Paco returns it. ~
Paco: Damn mi’jo... I thought you were a goner…
Lux: Of course I’m alive! Is that why you were on the dark? Sobbing for me? Aw, I’m touched. C’mon Paco… you know me better than that… get up jefe…
~Lux walks up to Paco and lifts him up and gives him a few pats in the back. ~
Lux: Now why would you think I’m a goner? Still thinking about the assassin hired to killed me? Please Paco.. nothing has happened..
Paco: What? But didn’t you see the---
Lux: Look enough about that… we’ll talk later… You are not going to believe who I ran into… wait a second…
Paco: Lux! There is something…
~But Lux had already gone outside… ~
From here, you can pick up the story in RP#1 for Quarantined PPV; if you don't want to read the whole thing then skip to under '15 years ago...', starting with Lux's dialogue. Thanks for reading.