Her Name is Retro
This is a text dump. Sorry for flooding your pages. These are from disks through which I sorted. These pieces sort of make sense on their own rather than as character entries in a large RP I used to play.
This woman is a werewolf, but you don't get any of that here. It's an experimental sort of approach, more like a script rather than a piece to be read.
"Cheeks as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown
You are the darlin' of my heart, stay til the sun goes down
Shady grove, my little love, Shady Grove, my dear
Shady Grove, my little love, I'm goin' to leave you here"
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[Soundtrack:: Musica Ricerata, Eyes Wide Shut]
Night-Time. Somewhere in Meridian
Fade in
The sound of rain, hard rain. The eye of a woman, closed...then starkly opened.
Pan out
The sound of rain, hard rain. The face of a woman, awakened, blinking against the water droplets affronting her pale angular features.
Pan out
She sits up, the grinding of gravel and dirt with her movements interrupting the steady sound of rain.
Flash.
Stainless steel, glinting. Close up on flesh, steel to flesh, cutting.
Back
The woman opens her mouth to release a groan, choaked at first, then drawling out into a low painful sound.
Pan out
The woman is to the side of a road. Behind her, a drop off that overlooks city lights. Odd lighting illuminates her confused face as she turns her head to the left.
Follow her line of vision...Pan Left
The headlights of a car.
Flash
Gutteral screams, and shrieking metal.
Back
The woman is attempting to get to her feet. Her body seems to be working fine, but her feet are unsteady. Slowly she stands upright. Red satin. She looks down at herself and she is wearing red satin, torn. She takes a step forward, then another and another. Towards the headlights.
Focus on still spinning wheel of the vehicle. Pan out.
The car is a limo. The hand of the woman interrupts the glistening blackness of the car.
Flash
Muffled voices, indeterminable words. Darkness, and then the paleness of slender fingers poking through black bars.
Back
Audio: Fade in carhorn.
The driver is slumped over in the driver's seat, the horn has been blaring, echoing out in ever greater ripples of sound. Louder and louder suddenly.
Focus on the woman
Her hands are to her ears, her mouth open in a soundless wail, a perfect O. She sinks lower and lower into the asphalt, body folding in on itself seemingly.
Zoom in
Her scream grows wider, we disappear into her gaping mouth.
Flash
This woman is a werewolf, but you don't get any of that here. It's an experimental sort of approach, more like a script rather than a piece to be read.
"Cheeks as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown
You are the darlin' of my heart, stay til the sun goes down
Shady grove, my little love, Shady Grove, my dear
Shady Grove, my little love, I'm goin' to leave you here"
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[Soundtrack:: Musica Ricerata, Eyes Wide Shut]
Night-Time. Somewhere in Meridian
Fade in
The sound of rain, hard rain. The eye of a woman, closed...then starkly opened.
Pan out
The sound of rain, hard rain. The face of a woman, awakened, blinking against the water droplets affronting her pale angular features.
Pan out
She sits up, the grinding of gravel and dirt with her movements interrupting the steady sound of rain.
Flash.
Stainless steel, glinting. Close up on flesh, steel to flesh, cutting.
Back
The woman opens her mouth to release a groan, choaked at first, then drawling out into a low painful sound.
Pan out
The woman is to the side of a road. Behind her, a drop off that overlooks city lights. Odd lighting illuminates her confused face as she turns her head to the left.
Follow her line of vision...Pan Left
The headlights of a car.
Flash
Gutteral screams, and shrieking metal.
Back
The woman is attempting to get to her feet. Her body seems to be working fine, but her feet are unsteady. Slowly she stands upright. Red satin. She looks down at herself and she is wearing red satin, torn. She takes a step forward, then another and another. Towards the headlights.
Focus on still spinning wheel of the vehicle. Pan out.
The car is a limo. The hand of the woman interrupts the glistening blackness of the car.
Flash
Muffled voices, indeterminable words. Darkness, and then the paleness of slender fingers poking through black bars.
Back
Audio: Fade in carhorn.
The driver is slumped over in the driver's seat, the horn has been blaring, echoing out in ever greater ripples of sound. Louder and louder suddenly.
Focus on the woman
Her hands are to her ears, her mouth open in a soundless wail, a perfect O. She sinks lower and lower into the asphalt, body folding in on itself seemingly.
Zoom in
Her scream grows wider, we disappear into her gaping mouth.
Flash