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What happened went something like this:
INT. BANK - DAY
A bank robbery in progress. Terrified bank customers and
employees sit on the ground as GIDEON and RUPERT, faces
masked by a pair of panty hose over their head, hover over
them, guns drawn, DESMOND stands, stone-faced and pale,
nearby. Sounds of police cars approaching can be heard
in the background.
GIDEON
We've got the loot, let's just get the fuck out of here!
RUPERT
Let's go, man!
GIDEON
Let's go, out the back, let's go!
Gideon and Rupert begin to make a hasty retreat. Desmond
continues to stand, staring straight ahead, as if unable
to move. Gideon and Rupert run back, and Gideon
grabs Desmond's arm.
GIDEON
(urgently)
Move!
Desmond turns his head and stares blankly at him.
GIDEON
(CONT'D)
Let's go, dude! You either stay here and explain it to
the cops or you come with us.
(with emphasis)
Let's go.
Gideon grabs the bowling ball bag full of money from Desmond
as he remains standing in place.
GIDEON
(to Desmond)
Shit. Where's the bag?
(angrily)
Where the fuck's the other bag?
DESMOND
You left it in the other room!
GIDEON
Shit!
Gideon races back into the back room, then returns with
the bag. The sirens grow louder, followed by the screeching
of tires. The three stand, facing the bank window.
RUPERT
Shit!
GIDEON
Shit. We're not going to get out of here.
DESMOND
Yes we are. Let's just go out the back now.
(backing away toward the door)
Let's go.
GIDEON
(shaking his head)
No. No no no.
DESMOND
(exasperated)
What do you mean, no? Come on!
GIDEON
(softly)
It's my fault. I did this.
(hands one bowling ball bag back to Desmond)
You guys go.
RUPERT
What?
GIDEON
(hands the other bag to Rupert)
You guys, just go.
Gideon pulls off his sunglasses and closes his eyes as he
pushes the pantyhose up his face.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. WEIRD...HALLWAY?
It had happened in an instant. One minute, Gideon had been about to run, Dog Day Afternoon style, out the front door. The next, the sirens were gone, the bank was gone, and all of a sudden he was standing in a hallway that was shabbier than the one outside his apartment. The shock of the sudden change of scenery caused him to be rooted to the ground, and he just stared dumbly forward, his gun clasped loosely in his hand, as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Had he just died? Did the police kill him in a hail of bullets because they saw an opening? While going out that way sounded fucking awesome, he couldn't remember feeling that kind of pain a few seconds ago. He figured he would have at least felt something."What the fuck is this?" he asked himself as he finally found it in him to move his legs. He started to spin in a slow circle, his grip on his gun tightening as he readied himself to use it if he needed to. Sure, it looked like a regular hallway, but who knew what was nearby?
"What the fuck is this?" he repeated, louder this time, when he realized the only thing surrounding him was more empty hallway.
Fucking anti-climatic, that was what it was. The least the person messing with him could do was show himself. The ones who hid behind corners were fucking pansies.
[OOC: Yes, this is a Jim clone. Yes, he is foul mouthed. See this slated post for a wee bit of information before tagging in. Open to absolutely ANYONE.]
INT. BANK - DAY
A bank robbery in progress. Terrified bank customers and
employees sit on the ground as GIDEON and RUPERT, faces
masked by a pair of panty hose over their head, hover over
them, guns drawn, DESMOND stands, stone-faced and pale,
nearby. Sounds of police cars approaching can be heard
in the background.
GIDEON
We've got the loot, let's just get the fuck out of here!
RUPERT
Let's go, man!
GIDEON
Let's go, out the back, let's go!
Gideon and Rupert begin to make a hasty retreat. Desmond
continues to stand, staring straight ahead, as if unable
to move. Gideon and Rupert run back, and Gideon
grabs Desmond's arm.
GIDEON
(urgently)
Move!
Desmond turns his head and stares blankly at him.
GIDEON
(CONT'D)
Let's go, dude! You either stay here and explain it to
the cops or you come with us.
(with emphasis)
Let's go.
Gideon grabs the bowling ball bag full of money from Desmond
as he remains standing in place.
GIDEON
(to Desmond)
Shit. Where's the bag?
(angrily)
Where the fuck's the other bag?
DESMOND
You left it in the other room!
GIDEON
Shit!
Gideon races back into the back room, then returns with
the bag. The sirens grow louder, followed by the screeching
of tires. The three stand, facing the bank window.
RUPERT
Shit!
GIDEON
Shit. We're not going to get out of here.
DESMOND
Yes we are. Let's just go out the back now.
(backing away toward the door)
Let's go.
GIDEON
(shaking his head)
No. No no no.
DESMOND
(exasperated)
What do you mean, no? Come on!
GIDEON
(softly)
It's my fault. I did this.
(hands one bowling ball bag back to Desmond)
You guys go.
RUPERT
What?
GIDEON
(hands the other bag to Rupert)
You guys, just go.
Gideon pulls off his sunglasses and closes his eyes as he
pushes the pantyhose up his face.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. WEIRD...HALLWAY?
It had happened in an instant. One minute, Gideon had been about to run, Dog Day Afternoon style, out the front door. The next, the sirens were gone, the bank was gone, and all of a sudden he was standing in a hallway that was shabbier than the one outside his apartment. The shock of the sudden change of scenery caused him to be rooted to the ground, and he just stared dumbly forward, his gun clasped loosely in his hand, as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Had he just died? Did the police kill him in a hail of bullets because they saw an opening? While going out that way sounded fucking awesome, he couldn't remember feeling that kind of pain a few seconds ago. He figured he would have at least felt something."What the fuck is this?" he asked himself as he finally found it in him to move his legs. He started to spin in a slow circle, his grip on his gun tightening as he readied himself to use it if he needed to. Sure, it looked like a regular hallway, but who knew what was nearby?
"What the fuck is this?" he repeated, louder this time, when he realized the only thing surrounding him was more empty hallway.
Fucking anti-climatic, that was what it was. The least the person messing with him could do was show himself. The ones who hid behind corners were fucking pansies.
[OOC: Yes, this is a Jim clone. Yes, he is foul mouthed. See this slated post for a wee bit of information before tagging in. Open to absolutely ANYONE.]