Post by TJ Raven on Jun 18, 2009 16:31:50 GMT -5
//Open scene on night. Panning around the only thing visible is an old bar and a less than 4 star hotel. Walking away from the hotel is TJ Raven. Black jeans, a black button up shirt and black boots are the outfit. Finally closing the gap between the hotel and bar he stops just outside of the bar, squints at the flickering neon 'OPEN' sign and reads the bars sign outloud\\
Rusty Wheel Canteen. Hmm... I've probably drank at worse.
//TJ walks up to the bar, draws back the wooden door and enters.
Inside he finds the bar completely empty. Vacant. Abandoned. No one is in sight. Not even a bartender. TJ looks a little uneasy about that and cautiously creeps forward\\
Maybe the bartender is just in the back, or taking a leak.
//With a little less caution TJ explores the bar. Past unused tables and chairs. There is no out-of-work accountant or know-it-all postman seated at the bar. Just the still air of the dark night.
Towards the back of the bar TJ finds the restrooms, which conveniently enoough are unisex and pushes the door open. Inside, nothing. It seems no one has been here recently. Damn sure not the cleaning lady that's for sure. With a look of disgust TJ backs away from the door and walks back out into the main area of the bar.\\
What in the fu.... HELLO!?
//TJ's bellowing call actually causes him to startlle himself, but his only reply is the echoing of his own voice. He walks back up to the bar and looks around again.\\
This place get robbed or something? Bartender is beaten to death behind the bar, and now here I am wandering around a crime scene?
//TJ stands from his seat and peers over the bar. No one.\\
Hmm. Well I may as well help myself I guess. TJ goes to go around the bar to pour his own drink when an aged silver toaster pops up. TJ jumps back from the bar a little at the sound of the spring. Steps back up to the bar and sees 2 pop tarts, cajun style apparently because they are burned to a crisp.
//TJ takes a cocktail straw and pokes one of the pop tarts. Nothing happens. TJ just leaves the straw sticking out of the frosted side of the pop tart.
Again he tries to go around the bar and just as he goes tostep down behind the bar he falls flat with a smack
Flash of light
TJ is shown sitting at the bar, patrons go about their lives around him, and a grisled old bartender stands in front of him with his hand slapped down on the bar\\
I already told you twice. You can't sleep in here. This is where you get off.
//TJ is still a little disoriented and looks around in a somewhat state of shock.
He tried to shake loose of the sleepiness and rubs his face with palms of his hands. He stands up and the bartender says\\
I'll get your check
//TJ turns to walk out of the bar and the bartender shouts after him\\
Hey! Your check. You gotta pay up son
//TJ stumbles away mumbling to himself more than to the bartender\\
I really wish people would stop saying that to me and fuck you I didn't even drink the fucking beer, was all foam anyway ya stupid son of a bitch
//TJ throws open the door and walks outside and finds the world he had jump left in his dream. Solitude. No one around. The noise coming from inside the bar now a world away.
TJ smiles to himself and just takes a deep breath of the evening stillness.\\
The end of one road. The beginning of another. As we stand on the entry to another dimension we assume the persona of Jules Verne. Why? To close out this chapter, and finally lay this story to rest. I'll be seeing you soon Travis. I will be seeing you soon.
FTB
Rusty Wheel Canteen. Hmm... I've probably drank at worse.
//TJ walks up to the bar, draws back the wooden door and enters.
Inside he finds the bar completely empty. Vacant. Abandoned. No one is in sight. Not even a bartender. TJ looks a little uneasy about that and cautiously creeps forward\\
Maybe the bartender is just in the back, or taking a leak.
//With a little less caution TJ explores the bar. Past unused tables and chairs. There is no out-of-work accountant or know-it-all postman seated at the bar. Just the still air of the dark night.
Towards the back of the bar TJ finds the restrooms, which conveniently enoough are unisex and pushes the door open. Inside, nothing. It seems no one has been here recently. Damn sure not the cleaning lady that's for sure. With a look of disgust TJ backs away from the door and walks back out into the main area of the bar.\\
What in the fu.... HELLO!?
//TJ's bellowing call actually causes him to startlle himself, but his only reply is the echoing of his own voice. He walks back up to the bar and looks around again.\\
This place get robbed or something? Bartender is beaten to death behind the bar, and now here I am wandering around a crime scene?
//TJ stands from his seat and peers over the bar. No one.\\
Hmm. Well I may as well help myself I guess. TJ goes to go around the bar to pour his own drink when an aged silver toaster pops up. TJ jumps back from the bar a little at the sound of the spring. Steps back up to the bar and sees 2 pop tarts, cajun style apparently because they are burned to a crisp.
//TJ takes a cocktail straw and pokes one of the pop tarts. Nothing happens. TJ just leaves the straw sticking out of the frosted side of the pop tart.
Again he tries to go around the bar and just as he goes tostep down behind the bar he falls flat with a smack
Flash of light
TJ is shown sitting at the bar, patrons go about their lives around him, and a grisled old bartender stands in front of him with his hand slapped down on the bar\\
I already told you twice. You can't sleep in here. This is where you get off.
//TJ is still a little disoriented and looks around in a somewhat state of shock.
He tried to shake loose of the sleepiness and rubs his face with palms of his hands. He stands up and the bartender says\\
I'll get your check
//TJ turns to walk out of the bar and the bartender shouts after him\\
Hey! Your check. You gotta pay up son
//TJ stumbles away mumbling to himself more than to the bartender\\
I really wish people would stop saying that to me and fuck you I didn't even drink the fucking beer, was all foam anyway ya stupid son of a bitch
//TJ throws open the door and walks outside and finds the world he had jump left in his dream. Solitude. No one around. The noise coming from inside the bar now a world away.
TJ smiles to himself and just takes a deep breath of the evening stillness.\\
The end of one road. The beginning of another. As we stand on the entry to another dimension we assume the persona of Jules Verne. Why? To close out this chapter, and finally lay this story to rest. I'll be seeing you soon Travis. I will be seeing you soon.
FTB