Raymond And Julie.
Open on a too blue sky, streaked with wisps of white feigning at clouds, over an empty Vegas gas station, where the casino lights lie dormant and the cash registers - plump full. Close in on the navy-suited officers, the yellow CATUTION tape, the blood-spattered blacktop, and the ambulances with their flashing sirens, already wheeling away three limp, soon-to-be corpses, their arms hanging grotesquely off the stretchers in an unnatural, broken manner that no living arm should be able to possess. Three dead today. Grant it, they weren’t entirely dead yet, but they would be soon. Even the ambulances could only drive so fast.
Three, already.
They were setting records.
Ben shook his head, and looked away. He didn’t know the victims too well, not really. Two were Capulets, and the other? He’d been of some relation to Montague, but Ben couldn’t say how, exactly - it felt as if his uncle had connections everywhere. The whole city was divided underground like this - Montague, or Capulet. Fire, or ice. Vinegar and baking soda; water and oil. Point being - they never mixed.
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Hello, Romeo and Juliet story.
My, aren't you dramatic. I do hope you get an A. You should, providing the rest isn't quite this wordy.
Too wordy?
Hm.
I don't know.
You decide.
Three, already.
They were setting records.
Ben shook his head, and looked away. He didn’t know the victims too well, not really. Two were Capulets, and the other? He’d been of some relation to Montague, but Ben couldn’t say how, exactly - it felt as if his uncle had connections everywhere. The whole city was divided underground like this - Montague, or Capulet. Fire, or ice. Vinegar and baking soda; water and oil. Point being - they never mixed.
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Hello, Romeo and Juliet story.
My, aren't you dramatic. I do hope you get an A. You should, providing the rest isn't quite this wordy.
Too wordy?
Hm.
I don't know.
You decide.