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Post by emuarti9lives on Mar 16, 2009 0:18:57 GMT -5
we can call him....Carl! that was Carl! XD
jk, jk
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Post by emuarti9lives on Mar 18, 2009 21:46:50 GMT -5
(okay, couldn't remember exactly what went down, but this hits all the highlights i think. i also included how i thought the whole "let's torch Scoot" thing might have gone down, don't know if you guys want to keep it, but there it is.)
Scoot:(waking up) Ugh, that's got a bitter aftertaste. Flunitrazepam? Yeah, I never really cared for that stuff much. Knocks you out without even letting you dream. Philip: Um, alright then. Should we start with the questions? Scoot: Shoot. Philip: Well, let's start with your name. Scoot: Wow, way pick the tough ones. Mostly I'm called Scoot. Though people used to call me Jimmy, or James. I even got called Waters for a while, but that was a long time ago.(his eyes glaze over) Wow....huh. (laughs) Almost peed my pants so many times. Can you imagine being hammered most of the time and everyone's calling you “Waters”? Philip: Alright, um. Scoot then? Scoot:(looks back up at him) Yeah? Philip: You're a friend of Zeke's? Scoot: Well I don't know if you'd call us friends. More like acquaintances who understand each other really well. Philip: How is Zeke? Scoot:(looks at him blankly) Zeke's crazy. Not that I'm much of one to talk, but there it is. Philip: Do you know where Zeke is? Scoot: Right about now, I'd bet he's getting probed: electrically. Philip: Right. Um... Mack: (walks in) Hi Scoot. Scoot: (smiling) Hi Mack. Oh, now everything makes much more sense. You're back in charge of Ezekiel's case again? Mack:(walking around and grabbing various tools) Yup, I'm back. Scoot: Wow. Mack: I know, it's crazy isn't it? Philip: (clears throat) Um, excuse me? Scoot: (on top of him) Well, this whole thing kinda is. Not that I'm one to talk. (closes his eyes and grimaces, doubling over) Ugh. You guys put me under for too long. Flunitrazepam never did work very well. (Mack slashes a chunk out of his arm, and he opens his eyes again with a start.) Oh come on, Mack. Now there's blood. (rolls his head around) You know I don't like that. Mack: (takes chunk over and puts it in a machine) Yeah, I know. I just need to take some samples, for some readings. (studies screen) Wow, you're right. You're drug levels are almost totally down to zero. (turns to look at him) How long has it been since that happened? Scoot: (flexing arms against restraints, grimacing again) Since the Christmas party, if I'm remembering right. Which, hey, I might not be. Mack: No, I think that's right. Philip: Excuse me! Aren't we supposed to be asking him about Zeke? Mack: Oh, go ahead. Philip: So Scoot. In your opinion, does Zeke seem fine? Scoot: (a little frustrated) Zeke's crazy. You guys broke him with your tests and your freaky little experiments, and if you guys can't figure out whether or not he's 'fine', then that's your problem. But right now...(leans in closer) You should be gassing me again. (They gas him, he falls unconscious) FADE TO BLACK
Scoot wakes up on a table with holes regular spaced beneath him, some of them to the sides. He looks around groggily, grimacing as if he has a sour taste in his mouth. He mutters some drug-name, and then turns his head to the other side. Mack is standing there. Mack: Hello again, Scoot. Scoot: (wary) Mack. Mack: I was just reminiscing about our wonderful little Christmas party, and I remembered an interesting conversation you had with Zeke and I. About burning vampires. You remember? Scoot: (is silent, though the wariness on his face grows) Mack: You said that it actually takes hours for a fire to kill a vampire, if it's not terribly hot. (turns to controls) So I've devised a little test, just out of curiosity. I like to think of it as an endurance test. See, I've seen you go through all kinds of trying circumstances, and you never seem to break or panic or any of those things other people do. It's something Zeke and you have in common. (turns a nob, and there's a hiss of gas coming up through the holes in the table; the air around Scoot shimmers) So, for a comparison, I'd like to see how long it will take to make you break. Scoot: (grim) Mack...don't. Mack: Nothing personal, Scoot. Please tell me when it gets to be too much. (Mack flips a switch, and flames burst out around Scoot. He grits his teeth, flinching away from them, and we can hear him groaning as he strains against his restraints. The flames grow larger, and Scoot thrashes about in earnest, trying to escape them. Finally the flames grow so fierce you can hardly see him anymore, and Scoot's mouth opens in a strangled scream of pain.) CUT
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on Mar 19, 2009 1:14:30 GMT -5
D: D: D: D: That's so awful! Man, I think I'm gonna need help from Abby writing Daniel's if she can.
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Post by gandalfthesparkly on Mar 19, 2009 7:31:43 GMT -5
Does it make me a bad person that I absolutely love it? I think it does, but I'm OK with that...
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Post by emuarti9lives on Mar 19, 2009 15:02:03 GMT -5
nah, i love it too. and he's my character. XP
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Post by Bananachan on Mar 22, 2009 17:18:19 GMT -5
((What DBQ for Freeman?))
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM, DAY
IRENE is sitting, unconscious, in the interrogation... chair... thing. xD I dunno. She slowly awakes and looks around, then chuckles lightly.
IRENE: Okay... so, just assuming here, does this have anything to do with Zeke? PHILIP: Well... yes, but let's start with you. You're... IRENE: Irene. PHILIP: Irene. How do you know Zeke? IRENE: How do I know Zeke...? Not sure what to say to that. I met him through Riven. Who I met through Ripley and... etc. I guess I'd call him a friend. So what is this place, Area 51 or something? PHILIP: It's a similar organization, but we're in the British branch. Now, Irene - IRENE: Wow, you're chill about revealing what's going on. Guess it's kind of obvious, but I mean, now I know where I am. It's easier to deal with a prisoner if they're disoriented, don't you know that? PHILIP: ... Let's just focus on Zeke. IRENE: Okay, then. Focusing on Zeke. What exactly are we focusing on about Zeke? PHILIP: How would you describe his behavior since you've known him? IRENE: That depends. Do you want to know how he normally acts, or how he acts when your experiments and stuff take effect and he goes crazy? PHILIP: How about both. IRENE: Okay, then. Well, under normal circumstances, he's a pretty nice guy. Very polite, helpful... you know the drill. I've only seen him otherwise a couple of times, but what he's like then... is erratic, I guess? I mean, okay, I'd say pretty definitely sadistic and just... generally crazy, but it's hard to tell how he'll react to something, or what he wants. Neither situation ended too well. PHILIP: Hmm. Could you describe these incidents? IRENE: Well, first time, was at the Christmas party he and Opal held a few years ago. He went to get some rest, woke up, and then just sort of... threatened everyone? In general? We didn't really know what was happening at the time, so I don't know if I could give you a clear read on that incident. Then a few years later he kidnapped Daniel and Ripley, forced them into Riv's apartment, knocked out Scoot and Riv and then made her choose between the three of them. Stabbed Ripley in the process... etc. You know, if you really want to know about Zeke, you should be asking Opal. PHILIP: Opal? IRENE: She lives with him. What, didn't you get that? MACK: (entering) Well, yeah, but he interviews people, he phrases everything as a question. IRENE: ... Oooookay, now this makes more sense. Hi Mack. MACK: Hey there. PHILIP: Dr. Mackenzie, what are you - MACK: Shhh. God, you are boring. You have any idea how dull it is listening to this? I know all this! Let's make this a learning experience, shall we? PHILIP: ... Well, it's important to have different perspectives on - IRENE: Actually, you are really boring. Just saying. I mean, really, shouldn't you be trusting the person who's on your side more than you trust my opinion? MACK: Thanks, Irene. Gonna take a little blood sample here. (pokes needle into her arm) IRENE: You go ahead and do that. MACK: Eh, I was going to anyway. IRENE: Yeah, I know, just figured it was worth making conversation. Incidentally, I'm just gonna go ahead and blame this whole thing on the massive amounts of crazy in that lovely head of yours. MACK: I am not crazy. I'm just doing what has to be done. Gonna go test this blood. PHILIP: But what - MACK: Make small talk! (leaves) PHILIP: ... Is she always like that? IRENE: What, are you new here? Yeah, she's always like that. How the hell do you fail to notice that? PHILIP: ... Um, how... How long have you known Zeke? IRENE: Aaaaand we're back to this. Um, about five years... ish. Pretty much since I came here from America. PHILIP: Mhmm. Has his behavior changed in that time? IRENE: *rolls her eyes* No. Are we done yet? MACK: (entering) Oh, heck no, the fun's barely started! You naughty girl, you have alcohol in your blood. Must have drunk quite a lot to be able to get it to stay this long. Why were you drinking? PHILIP: Is this relevant? MACK: Shut up. IRENE: Why do you care? MACK: Aw, come on, do I have to do all the work? IRENE: What? MACK: Let me just guess here. Were you drinking out with friends? Oh, right, we have all of your friends here. IRENE: Really don't see the point of this. MACK: Were you drinking because of Ripley? IRENE: (straightens up immediately) ... What about Ripley? MACK: HAH! I knew it! See, Irene, everyone knows it, so why is it so hard for you to figure out? IRENE: There's nothing to figure out. MACK: Well, yeah, 'cuz it shouldn't even need thinking about. Seriously. You've kissed him twice now. How do you call that nothing? IRENE: ... What does that matter? MACK: Oh my God, you're just impossible! You don't just kiss people for no reason! I mean, some people do, but you, you don't do that. No, you kiss people when they're in mortal peril. One particular person in fact. You think that might mean your subconscious is telling you something? IRENE: Mack, if you've hurt him, I'll - MACK: See? See? How can it be so hard for you to figure out? Or maybe it's not? Maybe you do know but you're just pretending that you don't because if you say that you know you have to stop avoiding it? Because then you'd have to stop being such a coward and act for once instead of just talking and pretending. You've spent five years thinking, Irene. Have you figured anything out? Or have you been too busy thinking to feel?
Irene is silent.
MACK: ... I'm bored. Bring in the next one.
((I'll consult for Abby's input later mabes, but I wanted to write this while I was thinking about it. Yay Sixth Floor!))
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Post by gandalfthesparkly on Mar 24, 2009 18:40:59 GMT -5
Im not Abby but I think you got Mack down pretty well. I love the thinking too much to feel line. Classic Mack. Keep it up guys! Three down Three to go! Then we can write the rest!
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Post by Shmoie on May 17, 2009 3:24:56 GMT -5
This should continue to happennnnnnn. >.< I should modify my interview a little, too, myself. Now that the details of Borneo have been established.
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