SDC #33: Whatever will they say about Marcus?
:: for bookwormsarah ::
Guy Marcel crossed his arms and scowled. “I don’t get it.”
The director sighed (not for the first time). “What don’t you get, Guy?”
“So, he what, laid down and died for this chick? Who he wasn’t even boning? Jeez, who does that?”
The director pinched the bridge of his nose. “Clare?” The writer stepped forward, a look of concentrated patience on her face.
“Marcus believed in old-fashioned chivalry,” she explained. “He loved Susan. She was his lady and he was her knight.”
“Sounds fuckin’ stupid, you ask me,” muttered Guy sullenly.
“Yes, well, whatever you think about it, that’s the sort of man he was,” said Clare.
They resumed the scene, Guy leaning over Ashley, the actress playing Susan Ivanova, clasping her lifeless hand in his, reaching out for the alien medical device that would…
“This is bullshit!” exclaimed Guy, backing away and throwing up his hands in disgust. “Someone get me my agent on the comm!”
oOo
”Marcus, you can’t! They’ll kill you!” Susan Ivanova, her uniform shredded in such a way that her heaving bosom was very much on display, flung herself at her lover. Marcus leant down and kissed her… and kissed her… and kissed her.
“There’s only a couple of dozen of them,” he said, devil-may-care, tossing his fulsome ponytail and flexing his biceps. “If it means you will live, my dearest.”
“Oh, Marcus!” sighed Susan. Dramatic music swelled and held as Marcus pushed her into an emergency evacuation pod, and then turned to face the growing horde of alien soldiers. He sneered, opened his fighting pike, and started shooting lasers from its end…
“Marcus was awesome,” said Tony, turning off the holo-projector.
“I’m gonna do my school project on him,” said Gaz.
“Cool.”
Guy Marcel crossed his arms and scowled. “I don’t get it.”
The director sighed (not for the first time). “What don’t you get, Guy?”
“So, he what, laid down and died for this chick? Who he wasn’t even boning? Jeez, who does that?”
The director pinched the bridge of his nose. “Clare?” The writer stepped forward, a look of concentrated patience on her face.
“Marcus believed in old-fashioned chivalry,” she explained. “He loved Susan. She was his lady and he was her knight.”
“Sounds fuckin’ stupid, you ask me,” muttered Guy sullenly.
“Yes, well, whatever you think about it, that’s the sort of man he was,” said Clare.
They resumed the scene, Guy leaning over Ashley, the actress playing Susan Ivanova, clasping her lifeless hand in his, reaching out for the alien medical device that would…
“This is bullshit!” exclaimed Guy, backing away and throwing up his hands in disgust. “Someone get me my agent on the comm!”
oOo
”Marcus, you can’t! They’ll kill you!” Susan Ivanova, her uniform shredded in such a way that her heaving bosom was very much on display, flung herself at her lover. Marcus leant down and kissed her… and kissed her… and kissed her.
“There’s only a couple of dozen of them,” he said, devil-may-care, tossing his fulsome ponytail and flexing his biceps. “If it means you will live, my dearest.”
“Oh, Marcus!” sighed Susan. Dramatic music swelled and held as Marcus pushed her into an emergency evacuation pod, and then turned to face the growing horde of alien soldiers. He sneered, opened his fighting pike, and started shooting lasers from its end…
“Marcus was awesome,” said Tony, turning off the holo-projector.
“I’m gonna do my school project on him,” said Gaz.
“Cool.”