Post by Dave Dangerously on Nov 7, 2009 19:57:03 GMT -6
Lost time.
It's what we get, when we're late. We've lost time.
You can barely see the windshield, as it struggles to deflect the rain.
The car stops at a red light. We see Dave Dangerously trying to look through the rain, the rain that is just driving down without mercy.
He pulls over to the side of the road, and gets out into it.
His hair, matted down by the rain. We can see he is wearing a leather jacket, and a very grizzly beard. Unkempt. And there is a severe scar over his left eye.
He ventures into the building, to which he has parked in front of.
Inside, the only noise we can hear is the rain falling. A man at a counter sits, reading a newspaper, while we see an old UHF tv with a digital converter box.
"Today in Philadelphia, we mourn the loss of one of wrestling-"
The counter man turns the television off.
Counter man: Is there something I can help you with, friend?
Dave Dangerously: ...yeah. I'm um. I'm here to...
Counter man: Oh. Right. You're him.
Dave Dangerously looks a little bit confused.
Counter man: Well, I figured you'd be here soon. You sure picked a hell of a night. Anyway, here's the key, Room 23.
The counter man hands Dangerously the key.
Dave Dangerously: Thanks.
Dangerously walks towards the staircase.
Counter man: A bit of advice?
Dangerously stops, and turns back towards the counter man.
Counter man: Let it go. Whatever it is...
Dangerously looks down.
Counter man: Let it go.
Dangerously walks up to the room. He uses the key, but hesitates entering. He collects himself, and takes a deep breath.
He enters, and what we see is a run down attempt at an apartment. Not much to be seen here. Dangerously looks it over. He enters the kitchen area, notices the empty bottles of whiskey. Scotch. He goes into the bedroom, which is immaculate. Like it's not even been used in forever.
On the flip side, there are clothes on the couch, and blankets and pillows. As if the living room was made into the bedroom. More bottles of scotch, a few half full, a few half empty.
And what Dangerously notices next, makes his skin crawl. His eyes squint with pain. As if he finds what he sees hard to swallow.
On the floor, lay several brochures. Flight paths. Travel destinations. Airline information.
Dave Dangerously: ...damn you. Why?
Dangerously moves onto the cupboard. He finds a can of coffee. He grabs it, and studies it. He opens it to find a slip of paper. And a key.
Dangerously holds up the key.
He studies this, as well. And puts the key in his pocket.
Next, the sheet of paper.
"Found it.
Found it. Information. Thoughts are scattered now. But I'll fix it. I'll fix everything. Don't worry. I will let you know as soon as I figure it out.
Don't come after me. Don't. You've got your part to play. You've got work to do. See you around."
A tear falls down Dangerously's scarred eye, as he folds the paper, and puts it in the inside pocket of his jacket. He puts the coffee can back in the cupboard, and leaves the room.
We see Dangerously walking back downstairs. The man at the counter is on the phone, we hear...
Counter man: {whispering} Yeah, I'm sure it's him. Gotta go.
Dangerously zips up his jacket some, preparing to venture out into the elements once more.
Counter man: Did you get it all straightened out already?
Dave Dangerously: Yeah. Here's your key.
Counter man: ...what should I do with the rest of the personal effects?
Dave Dangerously: Destroy them. Sell them. I don't care.
Counter man: Ok. Ok, you've got it. Listen, like I said earlier. Let it go. Life is too short.
Dave Dangerously: Life IS too short. Thanks for everything.
Dangerously walks out, as the counter man stares on...
Dangerously breathes in the rain for a moment, and the proceeds to enter his automobile. Until a man approaches.
Man: Need some help?
Dave Dangerously: What?
The man clubs Dangerously in the back of the head, with a dark blunt object, we can't make out in the rain. Dangerously falls down to the street, as the man begins to rummage through his pockets.
Dangerously regains his composure, and fights the man, punching hin twice in the face. The man counters with a knee to Dangerously's midsection. The two men grapple around each others throats, until the unknown man pushes Dangerously away from him, as the man is backed up against Dangerously's car.
Dangerously is in the middle of the street. He turns to his right, and is struck by a speeding automobile. Dangerously flies up and over the hood, and the cab of the car. He lands face down on the street.
The car stops, and the unknown man runs over to Dangerously. He pulls the paper from Dangerously's pocket, rolling him onto his back. The man looks around. We see the key, a closeup. As it lies in a puddle, rain beating down. The key is simply labeled 'XII'. The man picks it up, and gets into the car. The car then speeds off.
Dangerously lies in the middle of the road, as we see blood flowing out of the back of his head, mixing into the water. And suddenly it becomes more clear.
Hoffs-Drawlar
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Flash-forward.
It's what we get, when we're late. We've lost time.
You can barely see the windshield, as it struggles to deflect the rain.
The car stops at a red light. We see Dave Dangerously trying to look through the rain, the rain that is just driving down without mercy.
He pulls over to the side of the road, and gets out into it.
His hair, matted down by the rain. We can see he is wearing a leather jacket, and a very grizzly beard. Unkempt. And there is a severe scar over his left eye.
He ventures into the building, to which he has parked in front of.
Inside, the only noise we can hear is the rain falling. A man at a counter sits, reading a newspaper, while we see an old UHF tv with a digital converter box.
"Today in Philadelphia, we mourn the loss of one of wrestling-"
The counter man turns the television off.
Counter man: Is there something I can help you with, friend?
Dave Dangerously: ...yeah. I'm um. I'm here to...
Counter man: Oh. Right. You're him.
Dave Dangerously looks a little bit confused.
Counter man: Well, I figured you'd be here soon. You sure picked a hell of a night. Anyway, here's the key, Room 23.
The counter man hands Dangerously the key.
Dave Dangerously: Thanks.
Dangerously walks towards the staircase.
Counter man: A bit of advice?
Dangerously stops, and turns back towards the counter man.
Counter man: Let it go. Whatever it is...
Dangerously looks down.
Counter man: Let it go.
Dangerously walks up to the room. He uses the key, but hesitates entering. He collects himself, and takes a deep breath.
He enters, and what we see is a run down attempt at an apartment. Not much to be seen here. Dangerously looks it over. He enters the kitchen area, notices the empty bottles of whiskey. Scotch. He goes into the bedroom, which is immaculate. Like it's not even been used in forever.
On the flip side, there are clothes on the couch, and blankets and pillows. As if the living room was made into the bedroom. More bottles of scotch, a few half full, a few half empty.
And what Dangerously notices next, makes his skin crawl. His eyes squint with pain. As if he finds what he sees hard to swallow.
On the floor, lay several brochures. Flight paths. Travel destinations. Airline information.
Dave Dangerously: ...damn you. Why?
Dangerously moves onto the cupboard. He finds a can of coffee. He grabs it, and studies it. He opens it to find a slip of paper. And a key.
Dangerously holds up the key.
He studies this, as well. And puts the key in his pocket.
Next, the sheet of paper.
"Found it.
Found it. Information. Thoughts are scattered now. But I'll fix it. I'll fix everything. Don't worry. I will let you know as soon as I figure it out.
Don't come after me. Don't. You've got your part to play. You've got work to do. See you around."
A tear falls down Dangerously's scarred eye, as he folds the paper, and puts it in the inside pocket of his jacket. He puts the coffee can back in the cupboard, and leaves the room.
We see Dangerously walking back downstairs. The man at the counter is on the phone, we hear...
Counter man: {whispering} Yeah, I'm sure it's him. Gotta go.
Dangerously zips up his jacket some, preparing to venture out into the elements once more.
Counter man: Did you get it all straightened out already?
Dave Dangerously: Yeah. Here's your key.
Counter man: ...what should I do with the rest of the personal effects?
Dave Dangerously: Destroy them. Sell them. I don't care.
Counter man: Ok. Ok, you've got it. Listen, like I said earlier. Let it go. Life is too short.
Dave Dangerously: Life IS too short. Thanks for everything.
Dangerously walks out, as the counter man stares on...
Dangerously breathes in the rain for a moment, and the proceeds to enter his automobile. Until a man approaches.
Man: Need some help?
Dave Dangerously: What?
The man clubs Dangerously in the back of the head, with a dark blunt object, we can't make out in the rain. Dangerously falls down to the street, as the man begins to rummage through his pockets.
Dangerously regains his composure, and fights the man, punching hin twice in the face. The man counters with a knee to Dangerously's midsection. The two men grapple around each others throats, until the unknown man pushes Dangerously away from him, as the man is backed up against Dangerously's car.
Dangerously is in the middle of the street. He turns to his right, and is struck by a speeding automobile. Dangerously flies up and over the hood, and the cab of the car. He lands face down on the street.
The car stops, and the unknown man runs over to Dangerously. He pulls the paper from Dangerously's pocket, rolling him onto his back. The man looks around. We see the key, a closeup. As it lies in a puddle, rain beating down. The key is simply labeled 'XII'. The man picks it up, and gets into the car. The car then speeds off.
Dangerously lies in the middle of the road, as we see blood flowing out of the back of his head, mixing into the water. And suddenly it becomes more clear.
Hoffs-Drawlar
=
Flash-forward.