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OK here It is... Installment one... If will be pretty dry.. Its setting up the story... If it is too lame.. let me know And I will discontinue...
The Camera Pans over a City. The city known as Crankyland. A city of darkness and despair. The camera winds through the buildings and streets. The gothic atmosphere is filled with the sounds of sirens headed toward unknown strife always plaguing the city. The camera pans down and focus’ on a bar with neon sign reading. Ivan’s Place. A man steps out.
<Bulworth> Damn, It’s cold out tonight.
Another man steps from the bar
<Lional> Yeah, *cough* but it’s always cold.
<Bulworth> We had better hurry you KNOW how touchy Molly gets when she is kept waiting.
<Lional> Right…
As the two begin to cross the street Bulworth glances up peering between the tall decrepit buildings to look at the sky out of the corner of his eye he catches the image of a man dressed in a trench coat standing on the edge of the building, about 5 stories up. *
<Bulworth> Holy shit!
Lional stumbles toward Bulworth.
<Lional> What?
<Bulworth> Look. Up there.
Lional looks up and giggles a little then promptly falls flat on his back. Bulworth looks down at his fallen friend then hollers up to the figure.
<Bulworth> Hey! You up there!
The figure standing on the ledge Slowly looks down at Bulworth, Then Leaps Arms outstretched across the street to the building across the street and lands, the picture of grace, on the opposite ledge before disappearing onto the shadows… Bulworth yelps in surprise at this spectacle and joins his friend on the street… both good and unconscious.
In about 20 minutes…
There is a loud screeching as a car comes to a halt about a foot from Bulworth's head. Molly gets out.
<Molly> Hey! Asshole!
Molly lands a swift kick to Bul’s ribs
<Molly> Goddamnit. BULWORTH!
Bulworth's eyes slowly open, then he opens them very wide a molly lands a more strategically placed kick.
<Bulworth> ohhhhh...
Lional sits up.
<Lional> Woah, what time is it… <Molly> It’s 20 minutes after 1 you fucking Lush… Jesus… WERE supposed to have the meeting tonight to discuss what to do about the Beast gang?
<Bulworth> shit.
<Molly> Yeah shit… By the way… What are you doing in the Middle of the street?
<Bulworth> There was some guy on the ledge up there… then… nevermind…
<Molly> Ivan!
Ivan walks out from the bar, locking up and turning out the lights
<Ivan> Hi Molly…
<Molly> These two making you rich huh?
<Ivan> Not really… I got you E-mail… Did not have time to read it though.
<Molly> Oh. that would be why you never called. I assume these two were here to tell you something about it… and got piss drunk in the process…
<Ivan> Yeah, They went into something about Beast. and his gang. They did not get too far though. We had a contest… We each had a fifth of vodka and chased it with two Midori-Kazi’s *burp*
Molly rolls her eyes
<Molly> As if there was any question who would win.
Bulworth throws up on the ground and begins coughing repeatedly
<Ivan> Ill take him to my place tonight… Why don’t you bring Lional in your car two… we’ll go into whatever your thinking over coffee…
<Molly > sounds good…
The four people get into, or rather crawl in some cases, into they’re respective cars… and the scene changed to a sparsely furnished sky rise apartment overlooking the entire east section of Crankyland. Molly and Ivan come through the door Carrying Bulworth and Lional… Dragging rather.
<Molly> I’ll never figure out how you managed to land a place in Bernstein Tower.
<Ivan> Well I got the place. But look at my furniture… ugh… crap…
<Molly> Um ok… anyway.
<Ivan> Yes, Please, Tell me what your thinking.
<Molly> Well as we all know… Beast and His Imposters have been running amuck in the streets hitting seemingly random targets, burning, beatings, the occasional killing. ?
<Ivan> Seemingly?
<Molly> Yeah… I think there is a method to his madness.
<Ivan> I doubt it… after he went insane he could barely manage a coherent thought. Much less unite his 200 or so imposters to an organized gang….
<Molly> that’s just it… I think he has.
<Ivan> To what end?
<Molly> I don’t know.
Their conversation goes on into the night… the camera pans around the room and then passes through the window away from the building… there standing outside the window on the ledge is a large Black cat… Its Eyes glowing red… Listening.
Next installment... A battle..
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Resumes torpor
D A R K S I D E R
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