Post by atlas on Apr 19, 2006 5:13:06 GMT -5
Centeral Park New York City:
Scene opens onto a sidewalk betweed the park and main road. Across from the park is a seiries of apartment buildings. Each of these aparts are betweed fifteen and twenty stories tall. Each of them in excelent condition. We continue up the street till we come to crossroads and turn toward the park. Two nice apartments are followed by a series of bushes. The next apartment is barely visible, so we continue forward. The front of the third apartment consists of almost dead rose bushes with a bared gate in the middle. The gate opens up and we continue onto the front door. The front door is half assedly bared; hanging to the side. Continuing on into the main lobby we see a room with furneture that looks like it was all grabbed from behind an alley way. Couches with torn up coushons, a table with plates of half eaten pizza, and stacks of pizza boxes a mile high. The elevator door has a sign that reads OUT OF ORDER in big letters. In one corner there is a lazy boy chair with foot rest. Atlas is sitting here watching television. Behind the television is a single matris with blankets and a couple pillows.
We zoom onto Atlas watching television. He's downing a Dr. Pepper which he tosses down to his other side. The can hits witha mital on metal thud. Atlas moves his feet off the rest revealing a black Ice Chest. He opens it up and pulls out another can. The can makes a sh sound as he opens it and takes his first drink.
"So you think you can defeat me by throwing rules at it? Genesis rules? Sounds like Diet Hardcore, not quite extreme enough. If your goal is to bore me into submission I surender man. You honestly think that just because I can't leave the match that, that means I'm going to get pinned? Are you a morron or what? All you are really doing is making things easier for me. There are so many ways the match can still go, for example the referee could "Acidentily" fall and hurt himself."
He laughs at somthing on the television. It's some crass joke about woman belonging in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant. "Damn right," he agrees. " I could be hit by a chair from behind. Sirtently wouldn't put that kinda thing past you Peggie." He flips the channel to some religious talk show. The preacher is saying somthing about giving in to base lust, and general sining. This makes him cackle madly. "Hey Peggie you ever give in to temptation?" The preacher mentions somthing about sinners burning in hell, so Atlas makes a mock cross gesture on the wrong side of his chest. "I've got a better question for you Peggie, have you ever taken pictures?" He smiles sadisticly. "Oh I have pictures, lots of them. Me doing the most horendous crimes on society. I'll leave the sheep one of site though. Even I'm a bit ashamed of those." He shivers from the thought. " Well that's it for now Peggie, talk shit to you later. Playmate of the Apes is comming on in just a few minutes." The scene fades to black.
Scene opens onto a sidewalk betweed the park and main road. Across from the park is a seiries of apartment buildings. Each of these aparts are betweed fifteen and twenty stories tall. Each of them in excelent condition. We continue up the street till we come to crossroads and turn toward the park. Two nice apartments are followed by a series of bushes. The next apartment is barely visible, so we continue forward. The front of the third apartment consists of almost dead rose bushes with a bared gate in the middle. The gate opens up and we continue onto the front door. The front door is half assedly bared; hanging to the side. Continuing on into the main lobby we see a room with furneture that looks like it was all grabbed from behind an alley way. Couches with torn up coushons, a table with plates of half eaten pizza, and stacks of pizza boxes a mile high. The elevator door has a sign that reads OUT OF ORDER in big letters. In one corner there is a lazy boy chair with foot rest. Atlas is sitting here watching television. Behind the television is a single matris with blankets and a couple pillows.
We zoom onto Atlas watching television. He's downing a Dr. Pepper which he tosses down to his other side. The can hits witha mital on metal thud. Atlas moves his feet off the rest revealing a black Ice Chest. He opens it up and pulls out another can. The can makes a sh sound as he opens it and takes his first drink.
"So you think you can defeat me by throwing rules at it? Genesis rules? Sounds like Diet Hardcore, not quite extreme enough. If your goal is to bore me into submission I surender man. You honestly think that just because I can't leave the match that, that means I'm going to get pinned? Are you a morron or what? All you are really doing is making things easier for me. There are so many ways the match can still go, for example the referee could "Acidentily" fall and hurt himself."
He laughs at somthing on the television. It's some crass joke about woman belonging in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant. "Damn right," he agrees. " I could be hit by a chair from behind. Sirtently wouldn't put that kinda thing past you Peggie." He flips the channel to some religious talk show. The preacher is saying somthing about giving in to base lust, and general sining. This makes him cackle madly. "Hey Peggie you ever give in to temptation?" The preacher mentions somthing about sinners burning in hell, so Atlas makes a mock cross gesture on the wrong side of his chest. "I've got a better question for you Peggie, have you ever taken pictures?" He smiles sadisticly. "Oh I have pictures, lots of them. Me doing the most horendous crimes on society. I'll leave the sheep one of site though. Even I'm a bit ashamed of those." He shivers from the thought. " Well that's it for now Peggie, talk shit to you later. Playmate of the Apes is comming on in just a few minutes." The scene fades to black.