Jan 15, 2011 18:08
[ The screen snaps on to reveal the backs of theatre seats. They seem all but empty, except for ones occupied by the owner of the phone and the individual beside her. The tuft of brown hair and Rudy-like nose that peeks through the edge of the screen answers that question. ]
You take your little sensitive ass up there and let me in. Get out of the way! Don't make me get up out of this truck! Man when I get up in there I'm slappin' somebody, I don't play that.
Carter talks too much, you know. Talks too much and doesn't own his words. Dude, if they ever make a Rush Hour 4--
[ Mindy suddenly drops the device in her lap, camera catching a shot of he face-- the entire bloody mess of it-- as red trickles down her nose, dribbling down her chin and onto her light purple shirt. ]
--could've picked a better time to get a bloody nose.
[ She raises a cupped hand to stop the blood. Cuts; long, short, wide and thick blossom red against her fingers, as though someone had been tracing- gouging a pencil against the pale skin. Hastily, she makes a grab for the device, slamming it off, but not before it catches one last word. ]
Shit.
[ooc: Souvenirs you never lose! D: ]
souvenirs you never lose,
rudy,
cursed