Scene 01

[a_crazygirl]

[There's the sound of somebody picking the phone up. They don't say anything for a few seconds.]

Jeez, who decorates their house like this? It's like Leave it to Beaver threw up in here.

[She dials three numbers. It's very likely 911. Too bad 911 didn't exist in the 1950s and nothing happens.]

...Okay, girl, don't panic. I'll get a hold of the

Comments

[wizardoftheweek]

At some point they will realize that going to the phone first may not get them the best results...

[a_crazygirl]

Excuse me?

[wizardoftheweek]

Many call for an operator that does not exist.

[a_crazygirl]

There's no operator. [You can almost hear the eyebrow raise. This is obviously some kind of sick joke and whoever's on the other end is in on it.] I dunno who you are, or why you're working with this creepy guy, but I'm just gonna hang up and redial 911, okay?

[wizardoftheweek]

And just why are you making that sort of assumption.

[a_crazygirl]

Look, this nutcase kidnapped me and has pictures of me all over his house. He's had to have done something to the phones in this house because I got you instead of the cops.

Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna try and reach the cops, then find this guy and kick his ass, okay?

[wizardoftheweek]

The police are cohorts of what forces have placed you hear and created those photos.

[a_crazygirl]

And I should believe you because...?

[wizardoftheweek]

You've no reason to believe me. All I can give is my word. It is up to you whether or not you pay it any heed.

[a_crazygirl]

Uh huh. Thanks for that.

[wizardoftheweek]

Sarcasm?

[a_crazygirl]

Nothing gets past you, I see.

[wizardoftheweek]

Actually, I am often told that my sense of humor is exceptionally poor.

[a_crazygirl]

I can see why.

[wizardoftheweek]

... Yes.

Well, in the end, I repeat the sentiment that it is up to you whether or not you decide to trust me.