SCENE: Maya and Larry in "Maiden's First Look"
Dated on the Friday of the police auction, when Larry was shot.
Larry: *Larry Butz is loaded into an ambulance, strapped down onto a stretcher - face down, naturally. There is still a lot of blood everywhere, but the paramedics have at least covered him with a sheet to hide his shame*
Maya: *coming back from the concessions area, Maya is investigating the pink badger keychain she got for Pearly with one eye while she eats ice cream with the other side of her face. She's been oblivious of the source of the fuss, but when she sees the ambulance, she looks up and drops her ice cream in shock* LARRY!?
Larry: *looks up and waves at Maya, apparently none the worse for wear* Hey Maya! I was shot!
Larry: *is promptly pushed down by a paramedic* Ow.
Maya: What?? *she pushes past the paramedics and leaps up onto the ambulance* What happened? Are you okay??
Larry: *the paramedics look at each other, then at Maya - then they shrug and close the ambulance doors behind her*
Larry: Uh... I don't know! I guess somebody shot me. But yeah, I'm okay. I think. *moves something, then winces* Oh man it's going to hurt to sit down for a while. Or do anything! This sucks.
Maya: Oh man. *some of the sympathy drains out of her voice* What did you do...?
Larry: *blanks out and stares up at her with his beady eyes* Huh?
Maya: *looks a little stricken* UH, well you know why would anyone want to... shoot... you! *she holds up her hands helplessly*
Larry: *another beat of blank staring*
Larry: *then his eyes well up with tears* I don't know! I've never crossed anybody in my whole life! It's like holding a grudge against a newborn! Or Mother Theresa!
Maya: *a doubtful glance around* Ummmm... I don't know if you're as innocent as a baby, Larry. And I dunno how many times Mother Theresa was accused of murder but it was probably not a lot.
Larry: *takes a second to process that* ....HEY! It's not like I actually killed anybody! What's the deal, anyway? How many people DESERVE to be shot?!
Maya: Oh no, that's not what I meant!! *she waves her hands, looking around* M-maybe someone mistook you for someone else! That HAS to be it.
Larry: *the ambulance finally starts up and pulls off: Maya is now along for the ride* Well... maybe! That does seem a lot more reasonable than someone wanting to kill me out of the blue. *scratches his head*
Maya: *she gives a look around as she feels the ambulance move, looking out the window* Oh... I bet Nick's gonna wonder where I went. *she moves around to the front of the ambulance as the paramedics start to move around Larry* Where'd you get shot, anyhow, your leg?
Larry: Uh.... not exactly.
Maya: *frowns* But you're gonna be okay....? Also, does Nick know about this??
Larry: Yeah! Him and Edgey were looking for the shooter when they carted me off. Man, I hope they find them. *looks around as the paramedics busy themselves looking at monitors and stuff, then whispers* Hey, can you do me a favor?
Maya: *leans down, looking at the paramedics* What is it?
Larry: They haven't let me look at the place where I got shot yet. *eyes the men in uniform warily* Could you look at it and tell me how bad it is?
Maya: ...If they let me. Okay. *she looks around at the guys and then down at Larry* I'll be back.
Larry: *still in a whisper but the sort that is vaguely related to a yell* Oh come on the idea was to look in secret wait Maya come on don't-!
Maya: *she scoots around, not paying attention, as the paramedics move busily around him. As she watches, one of them throws aside the sheet and slices through his clothes with a businesslike diffidence. She slaps a hand over her mouth and her eyes widen at the sight and... site of the wound*
Larry: *there is a big old bullet hole in Larry's left buttcheek*
Maya: *the paramedics busily wipe away some of the blood and, incredibly uncomfortable, Maya scoots away, back toward Larry's FACE*
Larry: *looks up expectantly, still speaking in that almost-whisper that makes the paramedics look up with expressions of practiced impatience* Well? How is it!?
Maya: *the voice that comes out of her is unearthly hoarse* It's... I think you're gonna pull through. There's a lot of blood... *she looks aside, her eyes wide* But uh, it's not coming out very fast, so.
Larry: *sighs audibly* Phew. Okay. Thanks, Maya. I was worried. *thumbs up!* You're a real pal, you know that?
Maya: *looks doubtfully at him* You're welcome. Don't move around too much, okay? We'll probably be at the hospital soon and then I'll call Nick and tell him how you're doing.
Larry: Good idea! I bet he's worried sick. *scratches his head* Listen, if you need a ride..... I bet Edgey'd be willing to spot you some cab fare! *thumbs up*
Maya: Okay...! I wonder if he'd pay for my ice cream. But I think the hospital is within walking distance of Nick's Office. I could just go there, too.
Larry: Hey, look at it this way: no need to walk when you can get a free ride! *the ambulance starts to slow down, finally - they've already arrived at the hospital* These guys are fast.
Maya: *looks around* Oh. Okay, they're probably going to sew you up now... I should.... go.
Larry: *blanks again, then eyes well up MASSIVE* Wait - they're going to stick needles in me? And you're going to leave me ALONE!?
Maya: I gotta- Nick's probably worried sick! You'll be okay! *the doors open and she stares at them like they were a blessing from heaven* Seee yaaaaaaa *she bolts for the door and runs out, disappearing from sight*
Larry: Maya! MAYA NOOOOOOOooooo- *and he's carted off, out of the ambulance and into the hospital*
Larry: *Larry Butz is loaded into an ambulance, strapped down onto a stretcher - face down, naturally. There is still a lot of blood everywhere, but the paramedics have at least covered him with a sheet to hide his shame*
Maya: *coming back from the concessions area, Maya is investigating the pink badger keychain she got for Pearly with one eye while she eats ice cream with the other side of her face. She's been oblivious of the source of the fuss, but when she sees the ambulance, she looks up and drops her ice cream in shock* LARRY!?
Larry: *looks up and waves at Maya, apparently none the worse for wear* Hey Maya! I was shot!
Larry: *is promptly pushed down by a paramedic* Ow.
Maya: What?? *she pushes past the paramedics and leaps up onto the ambulance* What happened? Are you okay??
Larry: *the paramedics look at each other, then at Maya - then they shrug and close the ambulance doors behind her*
Larry: Uh... I don't know! I guess somebody shot me. But yeah, I'm okay. I think. *moves something, then winces* Oh man it's going to hurt to sit down for a while. Or do anything! This sucks.
Maya: Oh man. *some of the sympathy drains out of her voice* What did you do...?
Larry: *blanks out and stares up at her with his beady eyes* Huh?
Maya: *looks a little stricken* UH, well you know why would anyone want to... shoot... you! *she holds up her hands helplessly*
Larry: *another beat of blank staring*
Larry: *then his eyes well up with tears* I don't know! I've never crossed anybody in my whole life! It's like holding a grudge against a newborn! Or Mother Theresa!
Maya: *a doubtful glance around* Ummmm... I don't know if you're as innocent as a baby, Larry. And I dunno how many times Mother Theresa was accused of murder but it was probably not a lot.
Larry: *takes a second to process that* ....HEY! It's not like I actually killed anybody! What's the deal, anyway? How many people DESERVE to be shot?!
Maya: Oh no, that's not what I meant!! *she waves her hands, looking around* M-maybe someone mistook you for someone else! That HAS to be it.
Larry: *the ambulance finally starts up and pulls off: Maya is now along for the ride* Well... maybe! That does seem a lot more reasonable than someone wanting to kill me out of the blue. *scratches his head*
Maya: *she gives a look around as she feels the ambulance move, looking out the window* Oh... I bet Nick's gonna wonder where I went. *she moves around to the front of the ambulance as the paramedics start to move around Larry* Where'd you get shot, anyhow, your leg?
Larry: Uh.... not exactly.
Maya: *frowns* But you're gonna be okay....? Also, does Nick know about this??
Larry: Yeah! Him and Edgey were looking for the shooter when they carted me off. Man, I hope they find them. *looks around as the paramedics busy themselves looking at monitors and stuff, then whispers* Hey, can you do me a favor?
Maya: *leans down, looking at the paramedics* What is it?
Larry: They haven't let me look at the place where I got shot yet. *eyes the men in uniform warily* Could you look at it and tell me how bad it is?
Maya: ...If they let me. Okay. *she looks around at the guys and then down at Larry* I'll be back.
Larry: *still in a whisper but the sort that is vaguely related to a yell* Oh come on the idea was to look in secret wait Maya come on don't-!
Maya: *she scoots around, not paying attention, as the paramedics move busily around him. As she watches, one of them throws aside the sheet and slices through his clothes with a businesslike diffidence. She slaps a hand over her mouth and her eyes widen at the sight and... site of the wound*
Larry: *there is a big old bullet hole in Larry's left buttcheek*
Maya: *the paramedics busily wipe away some of the blood and, incredibly uncomfortable, Maya scoots away, back toward Larry's FACE*
Larry: *looks up expectantly, still speaking in that almost-whisper that makes the paramedics look up with expressions of practiced impatience* Well? How is it!?
Maya: *the voice that comes out of her is unearthly hoarse* It's... I think you're gonna pull through. There's a lot of blood... *she looks aside, her eyes wide* But uh, it's not coming out very fast, so.
Larry: *sighs audibly* Phew. Okay. Thanks, Maya. I was worried. *thumbs up!* You're a real pal, you know that?
Maya: *looks doubtfully at him* You're welcome. Don't move around too much, okay? We'll probably be at the hospital soon and then I'll call Nick and tell him how you're doing.
Larry: Good idea! I bet he's worried sick. *scratches his head* Listen, if you need a ride..... I bet Edgey'd be willing to spot you some cab fare! *thumbs up*
Maya: Okay...! I wonder if he'd pay for my ice cream. But I think the hospital is within walking distance of Nick's Office. I could just go there, too.
Larry: Hey, look at it this way: no need to walk when you can get a free ride! *the ambulance starts to slow down, finally - they've already arrived at the hospital* These guys are fast.
Maya: *looks around* Oh. Okay, they're probably going to sew you up now... I should.... go.
Larry: *blanks again, then eyes well up MASSIVE* Wait - they're going to stick needles in me? And you're going to leave me ALONE!?
Maya: I gotta- Nick's probably worried sick! You'll be okay! *the doors open and she stares at them like they were a blessing from heaven* Seee yaaaaaaa *she bolts for the door and runs out, disappearing from sight*
Larry: Maya! MAYA NOOOOOOOooooo- *and he's carted off, out of the ambulance and into the hospital*