Post by dime on May 5, 2007 6:35:22 GMT -5
XXX The cameras open up in a dark city atmosphere, it seems to be about 11pm. The only light comes from a street light that flickers every so often. The ground is damp from rain that fell hours ago, and you can hear cars in the distance traveling through puddles. As you look around, you can see old boxes littered throughout the alley ways. As the camera peers through the alley way you can see a dark figure walking toward the camera. XXX
Dark figure: Take a good look around. Take a good whiff of this air. Do you think you have what it takes to survive these streets. Do you really think you have what it takes to survive me.
XXX The figure steps into the light to reveal Dime wearing his street clothes. He doesn't seem to be his usual bubbly self. Dime has look of determination in his face that is not the norm. XXX
Dime: Coming from Seattle, I bet you think you were pretty tough. You listened to your Nirvana albums cursing the world for putting you there. "Whoa is me!" you say to yourself. I know what your gonna say. "Well Dime actually if you had payed attention you would have revised that I listen to alternative, or punk." or something to that effect. Truth be told, I could give a crap about anything to do with you.
XXX Dime starts to walk down the city streets. As you continue Down you can see a bum laid out on a piece of cardboard. Prostitutes on the other side of the street make gestures toward Dime. He whispers under his breath XXX
Dime:didn't know his mom worked here.
XXX continue walking XXX
Dime: Ryot, you are the one with this unhealthy obsession over me, not the other way around. Normally I just wanna have a good time. I know what you look at when you look at me, and I know why it makes you so mad. You see someone who doesn't have a stick up his a**, and you assume weakness. Ask Minister just how weak I am.
XXX Dime takes a right into a bar. You can hear Pantera blasting in the background. As you walk your feat stick to the floor like at a movie theater. Dime sits at the bar after fighting his way through a sea Of metal heads. XXX
Dime: Bud Light bottle.
XXX Dime throws money down on the counter XXX
Dime: Honestly, I don't know what you problem is, nor do I really care. Next time we meet, and you are laid out not knowing what just happened remember, you have no one to thank but yourself. You have awoken this sleeping giant. You have brought out my bad side. You are going to see first hand just what I am capable of.
XXX Dimes beer is brought to him, he takes a swig and seems content with the temperature. XXX
Dime: No more, will you ever be privileged to the fun loving Dime. From now on every time you see me, you better turn around, because there will be a fight. I have made it my life long goal to make your life here in the EWC a living hell. Come Friday, you can lace up your boots, put on your make up, and kiss your boy fiend good bye. Then, prepare yourself for the fight of your life.
XXX scene ends XXX
Dark figure: Take a good look around. Take a good whiff of this air. Do you think you have what it takes to survive these streets. Do you really think you have what it takes to survive me.
XXX The figure steps into the light to reveal Dime wearing his street clothes. He doesn't seem to be his usual bubbly self. Dime has look of determination in his face that is not the norm. XXX
Dime: Coming from Seattle, I bet you think you were pretty tough. You listened to your Nirvana albums cursing the world for putting you there. "Whoa is me!" you say to yourself. I know what your gonna say. "Well Dime actually if you had payed attention you would have revised that I listen to alternative, or punk." or something to that effect. Truth be told, I could give a crap about anything to do with you.
XXX Dime starts to walk down the city streets. As you continue Down you can see a bum laid out on a piece of cardboard. Prostitutes on the other side of the street make gestures toward Dime. He whispers under his breath XXX
Dime:didn't know his mom worked here.
XXX continue walking XXX
Dime: Ryot, you are the one with this unhealthy obsession over me, not the other way around. Normally I just wanna have a good time. I know what you look at when you look at me, and I know why it makes you so mad. You see someone who doesn't have a stick up his a**, and you assume weakness. Ask Minister just how weak I am.
XXX Dime takes a right into a bar. You can hear Pantera blasting in the background. As you walk your feat stick to the floor like at a movie theater. Dime sits at the bar after fighting his way through a sea Of metal heads. XXX
Dime: Bud Light bottle.
XXX Dime throws money down on the counter XXX
Dime: Honestly, I don't know what you problem is, nor do I really care. Next time we meet, and you are laid out not knowing what just happened remember, you have no one to thank but yourself. You have awoken this sleeping giant. You have brought out my bad side. You are going to see first hand just what I am capable of.
XXX Dimes beer is brought to him, he takes a swig and seems content with the temperature. XXX
Dime: No more, will you ever be privileged to the fun loving Dime. From now on every time you see me, you better turn around, because there will be a fight. I have made it my life long goal to make your life here in the EWC a living hell. Come Friday, you can lace up your boots, put on your make up, and kiss your boy fiend good bye. Then, prepare yourself for the fight of your life.
XXX scene ends XXX