Post by atlas on Mar 26, 2006 22:43:29 GMT -5
The scene sets onto Atlas sitting to the side of the bed. Behind lays a Younger girl. Her back is to the camera so her age can’t really be told. A blanket covers up enough that you can’t make out the side of her breast. Her upper back and shoulders is bare. Atlas has his shirt off, laid out against his lap. His head is tilt down and his right hand is cupped around his left hand, which a small flame can be seen from. After a moment he lowered his hands and raised his head, showing a thin cigarette.
Atlas: I’m not normally the smoking type; however it is quite appropriate sometimes. But let’s keep our voices down; don’t want to wake up Lizzi here. She’s had a very hard night. Isn’t it that right princess?
He leaned in toward her and kissed her on the neck. She tossed as reaction to the sensation then resumed her restful sleep. Atlas leaned into his right pocket and revealed a gold band watch, which he applied to his right arm. Then he leaned down toward the head of the bed and grabbed his boots.
Atlas: I don’t want to take a long time with this; I’ve places to be, and lives to send into ruination. (He gave a slight smirk.) If I could be found responsible for half the illegitimate kids I don’t cares over I’d have a sweat shop that would make Kathy Lee Gifford to blush. But I didn’t bring the camera here to incriminate myself so let’s get down to it. I’ve just arrived at this piece of crap fed and already people are taking notice. I can’t say as that I blame them; I am one hell of a specimen. It’s not suck a big deal to me except for the fact that I’ve already gotten the World Champions attention. And to you I say that you are right to fear me. Your position is in danger. You want to talk shit to me and call me out; I am more then willing to indulge you.
After pulling his shirt down all the way he stood from the bed and looked back at the girl on the bed. He then walked over to the dresser, pulling a wallet from his pocket. From the wallet he slid out a twenty and set it on the desk.
Atlas: You are right though there is only room for one egomaniacal sociopath in this fed. And I am a firm believer in out with old, in with the new. So I’m more then willing to pull you from your pedestal and slam you down to the mat. The way I see it I’ve earned that title by just being me. You call yourself greatness? You haven’t seen anything. Decide to put that title up I’d happily pull it from your cold limp body.
A knock at the door of the room and Atlas jumps to the window. He realizes that it’s time to leave and blows her a final kiss.
Atlas: Don’t worry baby I left the twenty on the dresser. Hope you don’t forget me like I’m going to forget you.
Atlas smiled and leaped out the window, leaving it open behind him. As he makes distance from the window the camera pans back toward the room showing an older guy walking into the room. From there we fade to black
Atlas: I’m not normally the smoking type; however it is quite appropriate sometimes. But let’s keep our voices down; don’t want to wake up Lizzi here. She’s had a very hard night. Isn’t it that right princess?
He leaned in toward her and kissed her on the neck. She tossed as reaction to the sensation then resumed her restful sleep. Atlas leaned into his right pocket and revealed a gold band watch, which he applied to his right arm. Then he leaned down toward the head of the bed and grabbed his boots.
Atlas: I don’t want to take a long time with this; I’ve places to be, and lives to send into ruination. (He gave a slight smirk.) If I could be found responsible for half the illegitimate kids I don’t cares over I’d have a sweat shop that would make Kathy Lee Gifford to blush. But I didn’t bring the camera here to incriminate myself so let’s get down to it. I’ve just arrived at this piece of crap fed and already people are taking notice. I can’t say as that I blame them; I am one hell of a specimen. It’s not suck a big deal to me except for the fact that I’ve already gotten the World Champions attention. And to you I say that you are right to fear me. Your position is in danger. You want to talk shit to me and call me out; I am more then willing to indulge you.
After pulling his shirt down all the way he stood from the bed and looked back at the girl on the bed. He then walked over to the dresser, pulling a wallet from his pocket. From the wallet he slid out a twenty and set it on the desk.
Atlas: You are right though there is only room for one egomaniacal sociopath in this fed. And I am a firm believer in out with old, in with the new. So I’m more then willing to pull you from your pedestal and slam you down to the mat. The way I see it I’ve earned that title by just being me. You call yourself greatness? You haven’t seen anything. Decide to put that title up I’d happily pull it from your cold limp body.
A knock at the door of the room and Atlas jumps to the window. He realizes that it’s time to leave and blows her a final kiss.
Atlas: Don’t worry baby I left the twenty on the dresser. Hope you don’t forget me like I’m going to forget you.
Atlas smiled and leaped out the window, leaving it open behind him. As he makes distance from the window the camera pans back toward the room showing an older guy walking into the room. From there we fade to black