Post by Nightmare on Jan 15, 2006 15:22:45 GMT -5
[fade up]
[into a cold Edmonton street. the street is deserted minus one man standing by the corner under a dimly lit street lamp. he wears a traditonal grey trench coat and his collar is pulled up high enough that we can not see is face. he wears a matching hat and black dress shoes]
[the street lamp is the only light that illuminates the street, the air is crisp, cold, and bitter, the streets seem to be paved with different layers of snow and ice, and the moon is repeated hidden by various clouds overcasting the sky. different sounds of whimpering dogs, whining cats, and crying children fill our ears. the man on the corner stands still, as though either frozen . . . or petrified]
[BANG]
[the man staggers and stumbles to his knees]
[BANG]
[the man falls to his face, moving very slowly]
[BANG]
[he lays there, under another street light, not moving at all. a middle-aged man stepped out of the driver seat of the car. he seemed too over dressed for a deed such as this. he wears an expensive 3-piece tuxedo with a top hat and an eyeglass. his shoes seemed pretty expensive, too, and he held a long black cane. he walked and talked like a sophisticated gentlemen, but it's not too hard to realize he was full of sh*t. why would a sophisticated gentlemen such as him kill someone so brutally?]
[he walks over to the man's limp body and pokes him with the cane. the passenger seat opens up and we see who pulled the trigger]
Young Man> He done, foo?
[the older man smiles under his twirly moustache and nods his head]
Young Man> Good, foo, let's bounce.
[they begin to walk back toward the car and a dark figure stands just out of the street light. his voice is rather familiar, as is his body's sillouette]
Dark Figure> Going somewhere? Or are you going to stick around . . . to play?
[the young man takes aim and empties the entire clip on the dark figure. he remains aiming his gun, although it is obviously empty]
Dark Figure> Nice shooting, 50 Cent, now will you listen? Or do you not value your life?
[the two men high tail it to the car. two air shots are heard and the two men fall to the floor. green darts are visible at their necks]
[the dark figure's gloved hand holding the dart gun is visible in the light. he then puts his arm down, drops the gun, and runs opposite us. his dark silouette is seen running off into the distance]
[fade out]
[into a cold Edmonton street. the street is deserted minus one man standing by the corner under a dimly lit street lamp. he wears a traditonal grey trench coat and his collar is pulled up high enough that we can not see is face. he wears a matching hat and black dress shoes]
[the street lamp is the only light that illuminates the street, the air is crisp, cold, and bitter, the streets seem to be paved with different layers of snow and ice, and the moon is repeated hidden by various clouds overcasting the sky. different sounds of whimpering dogs, whining cats, and crying children fill our ears. the man on the corner stands still, as though either frozen . . . or petrified]
[BANG]
[the man staggers and stumbles to his knees]
[BANG]
[the man falls to his face, moving very slowly]
[BANG]
[he lays there, under another street light, not moving at all. a middle-aged man stepped out of the driver seat of the car. he seemed too over dressed for a deed such as this. he wears an expensive 3-piece tuxedo with a top hat and an eyeglass. his shoes seemed pretty expensive, too, and he held a long black cane. he walked and talked like a sophisticated gentlemen, but it's not too hard to realize he was full of sh*t. why would a sophisticated gentlemen such as him kill someone so brutally?]
[he walks over to the man's limp body and pokes him with the cane. the passenger seat opens up and we see who pulled the trigger]
Young Man> He done, foo?
[the older man smiles under his twirly moustache and nods his head]
Young Man> Good, foo, let's bounce.
[they begin to walk back toward the car and a dark figure stands just out of the street light. his voice is rather familiar, as is his body's sillouette]
Dark Figure> Going somewhere? Or are you going to stick around . . . to play?
[the young man takes aim and empties the entire clip on the dark figure. he remains aiming his gun, although it is obviously empty]
Dark Figure> Nice shooting, 50 Cent, now will you listen? Or do you not value your life?
[the two men high tail it to the car. two air shots are heard and the two men fall to the floor. green darts are visible at their necks]
[the dark figure's gloved hand holding the dart gun is visible in the light. he then puts his arm down, drops the gun, and runs opposite us. his dark silouette is seen running off into the distance]
[fade out]