Pragmatism
sits upright against the wall amid the rubble. He stares at a
photograph of Nocturne, cigarette unlit, lighter burning. He touches
the corner with flame and watches it go.
Nocturne (Eastern Version, silver greyed hair with age) - Standing behind the burning photograph as it's gone, "Hey."
...
Pragmatism - "You ... I know you."
Nocturne - "Yeah. You know me. And we need to go. Right now."
Up
to the view of the Nibiru cityscape, rubble and buildings past it,
protection towers still standing in the main street to the gate where
the massive cargo crates of seed are marched through from Earth.
The Maiden's Tale
chapter two
~Romeo Found ~
Nocturne
throws Pragmatism against the wall in the alley past the wreckage as a
search ship passes. They look over as the light from the gate goes out,
leaving darkness.
A flock of birds like starlings swarm over as their gazes follow and she smiles, bringing the view over the city's broken edge. All appears abandoned, while great furnaces stand between, the occasional burst of flame.
A flock of birds like starlings swarm over as their gazes follow and she smiles, bringing the view over the city's broken edge. All appears abandoned, while great furnaces stand between, the occasional burst of flame.
At the gun shop, the owner at the counter looking back and forth between them suspiciously as they talk ...
Maiden - "Why can't I just have your pistol ?"
Man - "Why would you want my pistol when you can have that nice shotgun ?"
Maiden - "Why would you buy me that nice shotgun when all I want the pistol we already have ?"
The owner looks at him, waiting.
The owner looks at him, waiting.
(music back)
Distly,
the slip between alleyways while near the cargo rollers carry loads of
seed through the gate, alien soldiers and their remnants gathering to
line around to guard it, clear the major rubble from the convoy's way.
The no-birds flock the view.
(music break)
Man - "We'd like the shotgun please."
Maiden - "You'd like the shotgun."
Owner - "Scatter then ?"
Man/Maiden - (at the same time) "Scatter./Buck."
...
Owner - "Scatter then ?"
Man/Maiden - (at the same time) "Scatter./Buck."
...
The shop owner glances at the newspaper and back ... extra bills slide ...
(music back)
Apollo
watches arms crossed with a laugh as the seed are brought to the
greater furnace and dumped. A burst of flame, flock of birds.
(music break)
In the car chugging ~
Maiden - "So what about money ? Babies cost a lot of money."
...
Man - "You ... really don't know."
Maiden - "Know what."
(music back loud)
They walk into the bank, he fires the shotgun in the air (scatter drop from the ceiling). She pulls the pistol and yells "! POW !"
They fill their bags, the crowd between terror and star-struck. Ladies whisper to each other while looking the Maiden over, some fawning. Blinding phosphorous flash 'selfies', the last with the handcuffed security guard, sloughed in a corner with a wide smile.
The man gets up and checks the guard's pistol. Raises a brow at the guard, the guard looks down. He takes the bullets and tosses the gun back to him.
Maiden - As they leave, pointing the gun, "Pow ! Pow-Pow !" As he drags her out, "Bye !"
They fill their bags, the crowd between terror and star-struck. Ladies whisper to each other while looking the Maiden over, some fawning. Blinding phosphorous flash 'selfies', the last with the handcuffed security guard, sloughed in a corner with a wide smile.
The man gets up and checks the guard's pistol. Raises a brow at the guard, the guard looks down. He takes the bullets and tosses the gun back to him.
Maiden - As they leave, pointing the gun, "Pow ! Pow-Pow !" As he drags her out, "Bye !"