The Broken 17It was the best Christmas Amber ever had. She kept close to Vince, his warmth, his everything. He gave her a ten pound slab of chocolate for her Christmas gift and she still felt his best gift to her that day was the peck on the lips after opening the Pink Floyd t-shirt she gave to him. His mom kept smiling at the two of them and her mom was trying to keep her bearings for the whole situation. A couple days later, Vince whisked her off into the sky, promising a surprise. Amber obliged to come along unknowing since she trusted him so much. He flew into Vegas and landed in front of a restaurant. Inside, she could see finely-dressed waiters bust
The Broken 16Vince padded onto the ground and Amber climbed off. She'd wanted to go to Lone Pine for the day and couldn't resist another flight. She'd never actually seen the place, only had been born there, but she wanted to show Vince where she came from. In front of them was Southern Inyo Hospital, the closest hospital to Shoshone though it was across the county. Amber looked at it. It was so small. She knew it wouldn't be huge, but she wasn't expecting a one-story facility. She looked at Vince and then strode through the doors with him following. Stepping into the lobby, Amber felt awkward. They weren't sick, and she hadn't been to many hospitals. She
The Broken 15The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas was fraught with tension. Vince would loosen up from time to time, but he always seemed to have one eye on the TV, looking for news of what happened. Reports were coming back: Wistils had invaded Klaakith. Heroes from around the world who had experience with the Wistils had been gathered and made a stand. There were casualties, but nobody was naming the dead. Those that had come back only did so for supplies, or to recharge with devices that must be left on Earth. Grant was never seen, though Merry Maiden was seen with one of the supply-gathering parties, hair now gone and her face badly scarred.T
The Broken 14The car pulled up to its destination and the passengers achily got out and stretched their legs."So long," Vince grumbled, rubbing his legs. He looked over at Amber, who was already recovered and getting her stuff out of the back. "How do you do it?""Practice," Amber replied.Vince's mom stepped out the front door and onto the porch. "Hey, you made it.""Hey Mom," Vince said, deciding to occupy his hands with as much of the other bags as possible."Put those inside, Vince," his mom said. Vince started walking that way. When he was near her, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug which he couldn't reciprocate. "It's good to see you."
The Broken 17 scriptThe Broken #17: Developing a Sense of Self Part 3: Growing Closer, Chapter 6: Winding DownBy Ave MesserCharacters:SPLIT: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/SplitPROTEAN: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/ProteanMRS. CROCHE: Red hair, caucasianMARY SEES: Red hair, caucasian, kind demeanor, slightlyplumper than Mrs. Croche(Open to Christmas day at the Sees trailer. SPLIT is keeping close to PROTEAN the entire time, nuzzling him often. She has a ten pound slab of chocolate beside her, amongst other gifts, which include what looks like a pistol, but is hidden enough to not show exactly. PROTEAN unwraps a Pink Floyd t-shirt and he turn
The Broken 16 scriptThe Broken #16: Developing a Sense of Self Part 3: Growing Closer, Chapter 5: A Christmas Eve to RememberBy Ave MesserCharacters:SPLIT: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/SplitPROTEAN: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/ProteanJANITOR: Male and about 24, but otherwise your discretionBIO FATHER: Caucasian, fit, scary-looking, facial features kind of like Split'sSPLIT'S MOTHER: Persian, kind-looking, looks a lot like SplitMARY SEES: Red hair, caucasian, kind demeanorMRS. CROCHE: Red hair, caucasian, slightly skinnier than Mary Sees(Open to the front of Southern Inyo Hospital, where PROTEAN, in winged lion form and carrying SPLIT o
The Broken 15 scriptThe Broken #15: Developing a Sense of Self Part 3: Growing Closer, Chapter 4: …If the Fates AllowBy Ave MesserCharacters:SPLIT: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/SplitPROTEAN: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/ProteanMERRY MAIDEN: Cheerleader (formerly blond hair and always smiling)JUST PLUM AWESOME: Frat boy type with purple-hued cosmic powerLIFTER OF THE VEIL: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/Lifter_of_the_VeilMRS. CROCHE: Red hair, caucasianMARY SEES: Red hair, caucasian, kind demeanor, slightly plumper than Mrs. Croche(Open to a montage-images to accompany what the text box says)Text box (SPLIT's thoughts): The time
The Broken 14 scriptThe Broken #14: Developing a Sense of Self Part 3: Growing Closer, Chapter 3: ThanksgivingBy Ave MesserCharacters:SPLIT: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/SplitPROTEAN: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/ProteanJACK SEES: Black hair, caucasian, domineering presenceMARY SEES: Red hair, caucasian, kind presenceMRS. CROCHE: Red hair, caucasian, slimmer than Mary SeesDRAGRANT (If you show him): http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/Grant_CrocheMERRY MAIDEN: Blond hair, big smileKLAAKITH: Humanoid, but beyond that have at it as how they look(Open to the front of the Croche house, as the Sees car pulls up to it. The passengers-see issue
Simple FrustrationsSIMPLE FRUSTRATIONSBy Ave MesserMEL, a woman, in her 30s (Int. home. MEL is sitting on the couch, reading. After a moment, she puts down her book.) MEL Well, I should probably get out and actually do something worthwhile today. I should go for a run. (She stretches and winces from it.) MELOw. What the heck? (She grabs her back.) MELOw. Crap, now I can’t get up. (MEL struggles to get up anyway. She rocks back and forth, finall
Security BreachSECURITY BREACHBy Ave MesserLADY, undetermined age, high classHEAD SECURITY GUARD, undetermined age, imposingGIRL, around 9Various SECURITY GUARDS and KITCHEN STAFF (Banquet hall. KITCHEN STAFF is preparing a feast. LADY is supervising the setting of tables and talking to HEAD SECURITY GUARD.)LADYYou sure that none of the riff raff can get in this time?HEAD SECURITY GUARDPositive. My men are set up at every entrance. Only those with an invitation can enter.LADYGood. Those people always crash these things. We need to keep an air of respectability in here if we’re going to welcome our political candid
Forgotten RevelationsFORGOTTEN REVELATIONSBy Ave MesserJOE, 16JO, Joe's feminine selfJ, Joe's societal pressure(Nondescript stage. Could be anywhere. JOE walks in.)JOEHey, is anybody here?JO(Offstage) Just a sec. (She enters) Sorry. I was just about to fall asleep waiting for you.JOEOh come on, this is my dream. You don't need to sleep. You do what I think. Who are you, anyway?JOOh, Joe, how many times do we have to go over this? Try remembering things when you wake up. I'm you.(J walks in.)JNot exactly, Josephine.JOEWho are--JOIgnore hi
How Green is the Grass?Light trickled through the window. She did not stir. Its intensity brightened. She did not stir. He rose, woken by the light. Her eyes flicked open. “Good morning,” he said. “’Morning, honey,” she replied. She stood up and felt her way to the dresser, where he stood. Her eyes stared off into space. He began to dress and helped her do the same. “How green is the grass today, honey?” she asked. “Bright,” he replied, looking out the window, “full and lush.” She smiled and smoothed out her shirt. He took her hand and led her into the
LabelsBoxes, boxesWe must fit in boxesYou call them labels,You crafty little foxesLabels and labelsWe all must fit inChuck us allInto our respective binSeparate those that aren’t like usTag them so we won’t cause a messIt’s as if blending were a bad thing,As if chaos is what it would bringLabel me this and label me that,We are tagged by society’s codeAnd if we do not throw this awayWe are sure all to erodeYou say that I’m white, and that is all good,Though my skin is the color of peach,Must be a WASP, you proclaim under breath,Skin whiter than bleachAnd I must be an athlete,Skinny a
Childhood PlunderedEveryone has a tale of a lost childhood. If this weren’t the case, we would not have a phrase like “you can’t go home again.” In the end, we feel great animosity towards those that changed our home town or our old house. This is one of those stories:"They chopped it down?" Sarah asked. She couldn’t believe her ears."Uh-huh," Sean replied. "To make a deck."Sarah growled at this, more to herself than anyone. How could they do such a thing?It had been years prior when she last saw the tree. This was at her family's house in An
Madame's Night OutCharacters (and web addresses of their bios):Madame Fatal: http://pdsh.wikia.com/wiki/Madame_FatalBulletman: http://pdsh.wikia.com/wiki/BulletmanBulletgirl: http://pdsh.wikia.com/wiki/BulletgirlCaptain Nazi: http://pdsh.wikia.com/wiki/Captain_Nazi(Open to outside CAPTAIN NAZI's hideout, which looks like a run-down warehouse but with subtle swastikas incorporated into the decoration and two GUARDS at the front. MADAME FATAL approaches with HAMLET on his shoulder)GUARD 1: You are not allowed here, fraulein.MADAME FATAL: I'm sorry. I got turned around. Could you tell me where Q Street is?GUARD 2: (Points off a ways) That vay.
Sta.sh
