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This is your first scene. Last edited by mnstowers, on 08/13/2008. 0 comments. More scene info.

INT. Crouch Library — opening

mnstowers - on 08/13/2008

It was a stormy morning when Stephen arrived at work. He wondered why the doors of the Crouch Library were still locked. But when he opened the door, he knew something was terribly wrong.

mnstowers - on 08/13/2008

Stephen:

What the-----?

mnstowers - on 08/13/2008

Steadying himself with one hand on his heart, Stephen winced at the scene before his eyes. The service desk computers, those luscious Dells, had been replaced with an espresso machine and a glass cooler stocked with...moldy chicken wraps! No, it couldn't be! Java City in Crouch? Convinced that it had to be a nightmare, Stephen jabbed himself in the neck with a golf pencil. Yikes! The pain was real and so was the blood.

JavaCitydelicious - on 08/13/2008

Stephen woke up in a sweat with the Big Red that he was sipping before bed poured all over his pajama top. He was hungry for chicken wraps, so he sat up in bed, turned on his lava lamp, slipped into his fuzzy house shoes and headed for the bathroom. As he walked he unbuttoned his sticky top and threw it into the hamper. "Two points. Sweet!," he muttered. He wet a washrag and began to clean off the soda. When he looked in the mirror, he was startled.

James_Floyd - on 08/13/2008

Before him stood not the tall, ruggedly-hansome image of his own reflection but a wrinkled and torchered visage of an old hag clothed in a black gown. He gasped in horror at the sight of his...no her reflection gasping in perfect synchronicity. And then he laughed or was she laughing? The sound of his own voice was terrifying, at once not his own but wholly coming from within. The hag was cackling too and swaying almost comically in her mirror-image world before him. He suddenly felt sick, then dizzy as the old hag and he laughed hysterically together. His eyes fluttered shut and then like a mighty tree being felled, Stephen pitched forward in an unconscious free fall. His head struck and shattered the mirror as the rest of his body followed,crashing to the vanity and then helplessly limp, tumbling to the floor.

As Stephen's head was about to hit the floor, he muttered outloud.

mnstowers - on 08/14/2008

stephen: (CONT'D)

"I'll never watch Snow White again before bed,I'll never watch Snow White again before bed,..."

mnstowers - on 08/14/2008

Jamie

What are you talking about?

mnstowers - on 08/14/2008

stephen

Why are you in my dream?

mnstowers - on 08/14/2008

jamie

I hate to tell you this, but you've been awake for hours.

mnstowers - on 08/14/2008

stephen

Why are my eyes burning?!?!?

mnstowers - on 08/14/2008

jamie

It could be the Big Red, or maybe the "reserve" tape that someone used to tape your eyelids open.

mnstowers - on 08/14/2008

Just then the sound of a thousand books crashing to the floor startled them both.

mnstowers - on 08/14/2008

MANDI

Sorry, guys. I just dropped a thousand books. It's okay. I'll clean it up.

JuicyFruit22 - on 03/02/2009 2 versions.

James

No, it isn't okay! For the last time...quit dropping the books!!

JavaCitydelicious - on 08/18/2008

James, who had been lurking undetected high atop the LP collection (on a boxset of Bach cantatas), suddenly dropped down behind Mandi with cat-like ease and grabbed her by the shoulders. His face was bright red with an unspeakable rage. Fearing for Mandi's life, Stephen moved quickly to restrain him while Jamie looked on in horror.

JuicyFruit22 - on 03/02/2009 2 versions.

James (CONT'D)

I'll teach you a lesson you won't soon forget, Butter Fingers! These are rare books from the Special Collections room, not your mother's Readers Digest! How many times can you expect to dump a medieval manuscript on the floor and not ruin it!

JavaCitydelicious - on 08/18/2008

Stephen tried to break James' grip on Mandi, but the strength in his hands was too great. Stephen went for the neck instead and almost had James in a sleeper-hold when a powerful elbow swing cracked against his skull and sent him hurling to the floor. James was now foaming at the mouth--a red, frothy, viscous fluid.

JuicyFruit22 - on 03/02/2009 3 versions.

Sha

Holy Smokes! He's been drinking the Big Red! Call DPS; call the fire department; call FIMA!

Jamie looked on in horror.

JavaCitydelicious - on 08/18/2008

Mandi

James, listen to me. It doesn't have to go down like this. Let's talk it out like two reasonable adults. Please!

James

Reasonable? Hahaha! Reason is outta season, little Missy. Just in case you haven't noticed, Locke and Kant are dead...and I killed them!

JavaCitydelicious - on 08/26/2008

James angrily kicked a chair, sending it skidding, skipping, and bouncing across the floor where it came to rest in front of the service desk. Just then an eerie, unsettling clickitty clack sound arose from the lobby (clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack...). For a moment no one dared move or speak as the hauntingly rhythmic sounds grew louder. It was an other-worldly cadence, like the Grim Reaper in tap shoes.

JavaCitydelicious - on 08/26/2008

James (CONT'D)

No...please...I..I didn't mean to...it was...uh...it was a mistake. I'm s-s-s-sorry...

JavaCitydelicious - on 08/26/2008

James had released his grip on Mandi and was now blubbering in fear. A woman emerged from a cloud of steam near the espresso machine--her high heel shoes playing an agitated paradiddle on the asbestos tiles...clickity clack, clickity clack... Her hair was white-hot with anger, her eyes a firey red. She was small in stature, yet she possessed a commanding, even towering, presence. Clickity clack, clickity clack... It was Sherry Cook!

Sherry

Who moved the chair?

JavaCitydelicious - on 08/26/2008
 
 
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