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I am the practitioner of the Holy Mystic Arts of Cut and Paste.. *grin*
This is basically, a copy of what I posted over at V13. Ah..i luv spammming..
Brick and Pencil Productions
presents
A Caffeine-induced(tm) screenplay
the bluepencil's
~~VAULT 13~~~
(Intro:
The sound of birds' chirpings, and a light crescendo of a rising wind fills the air. The view is of a sky-look of a series of low, brown mountains. The camera spans left, to give a wide-angle view of the mountains blending into an expanse of vast desert wastelands. The view rotates fully 360 degrees and comes to a bird's-eye view of a shining, white-walled city.
Zoom to a placard.)
Sign: Welcome to NCR.
(fade to a living room. The floor is wooden planks, and the walls are of shining whitte adobe. It's fairly spartan.. the only decorations are the row of book-filled shelves, and a polished round table. On the taable sits a little girl in blue overalls. She is facing a couch, on which reclines a young man, reading an Electronics Manual.)
Tandi: I heard that they had a statue bigger than the one in front of the Congress House. I heard that they had talking brahmin and deathclaws.... I heard that they made the whole cavern so big that you need to ride in a flying car to get through!!
Randi: (sighs and closes book.) And I heard that one annoying little brat was going to get it. Flying cars..talking brahmin..shut up, Tandi.
(to camera) That's my little sister. She;s so hyped up about the family trip t Vault 13 that it's driving me insane!! Well, not that she didn't try to drive me up the wall on a regular basis...but this time.. what's the point?!
Tandi: (sticks out tounge) Pbleeh! I'm going to Vault 13 and that's that! You can't spoil my fun this time, Randi.
Randi: (leans back and opens book) Fun? A Vault is a Vault is a Vault is nothing but a dusty, obsolete old relic.
Tandi: But it's not just a Vault!! This one is special.This is where...
Randi: (annoyed) Yeah, yeah... where the Vault Dweller comes from. Everybody knows that... but so what?! They casst him out, remember? The history books show that he didn't have much love with that old thing as what he did with Arroyo.
Tandi: I don't like Arroyo. It's dirty and the people are mean. Vault 13 is clean and nice and a lot more fun.
Randi: Don't believe what you say about tribals. And besides, they're no more mean than those Vault 13 losers. Why else do you think the Vault Dweller jumped at the chance to leave that boring old place.
Tandi: (frowning) I think you're mean.
Randi: (flips a page) Thank you.
(The metal door to the room opens, and a figure carrying a stack of big cardboard boxes staggers in. It turns, and shows a woman, in her early 40's with light auburn hair and a primp, unlined face.)
Mom: Could someone help me with this?
Randi: (putting book aside) Sure, mom.
(Randi stands up and takes the entire pile of boxes off her hands. He wobbles slightly uder the load.)
Randi: Whoops...this stuff is heavy... I need to learrn how to ignore the volunteering instinct. *thin smile*
(to Mom)What's in it?
Mom: Randscorpion antivenom. So be careful... there's been a lot of those dangerous little bites lately.
Randi: (glancing at Tandi) Good...that way, we can feed Tandi to the radscorpions with a clean conscience. *evil grin*
Tandi: Mooomm!! Make Randi stop scaring me!!!
Mom: (scolding) That's enough out of you, young man. Now, go take that medicine into the back room, and we'll wait for your father to come home.
Randi: Okay, okay...
(Randi half-stumbles across the room and pushes open the door into the next room with his foot. He exits the room.)
Mom: Now, as for you, young lady.. I think we better get ready for when your father comes back.
Tandi: (excitedly) Yaay! We're really going to Vault 13 now !?!?!
Mom: Yes. Now, where did I put your traveling clothes...??
Tandi: Uh, oh...
(Change scene to a narrow hallway with door along the side. There are signs on the doors, saying Master bedroom, Rand's room, Tandi's room, Guest room, Clinic ... and at the very end of the passage was a wooden door that proclaimed ..Stock Room. Randi stops in front of of the door and kicks it open. He stares at the inky darkness beyond.. then wanders in with a shrug.)
Sound: *thunk*crash!!*
Randi: Shit. What was that...(looks around the boxes worriedly)
(Randi goes to the center of the room and carefully puts the boxes down. He stand up, and wipes his forehead. He looks back, thelight from the hallway has illuminated the room partly, and glinting shards of glass are scattered in near the door. Randi walks over and picks up the broken pieces.)
Randi: Oh, hell...
(to camera) I've broken a medicine bottle. I'm a doctor's son.. and there's a pupular superstition goin around that it's bad luck to break a medicine bottle. (laugh) I should know.. I started it going.
(zoom to a piece of broken glass in randi's hand and the letters etched into it.)
Bottle face: MedTek
Randi: The innocent little medicine bottles are rare. We don't have the machinery to make new bottles, so we have to reuse these... before the war, these contained the many litte cures for the imaginary ails of humanity. but it couldn't cure the real illness... greed.
(show a nuclear explosion, a mushroom cloud. Randi's face is superimposed on the image...)
(somber voice) The war almost killed off the Earth. But now... a hundred years after.. we are trying to make a new life into the arid wastelands that much of the world has become. We will never repeat the old mistakes.
(Randi kicks the broken glass into a corner. He looks around, and exits the room. The caamera follows him out into the hallway.)
Randi: And that's how we're living it now. But the war has left unhealing scars.. and many sad memories fill the new history books. And also.. tales that inspires us.
(Randi comes to th door leading back to the living room.)
Randi: (opening door) And that is why we're going to Vault 13.
(The scene in the room is of Mom chasing Tandi around the room, trying to get her to put on a jacket of soft brahmin hide.)
Tandi: (screaming) Nonononononon!! No ugly jacket!!
Sound: Squeeeeaaaaaaaaakkkk..(door opening)
(The camera looks left, to the door. An old, wrinkled, white-haired woman in rich, voluminous robes made of golden gecko skin walks in. She is stooped over and is supporting herself with an ornately-carved wooden cane inscribed with the Presidential Seal.)
Elder Tandi: Having fun, children?
Tandi: (stops) Grandma!.
(Mom catches Tandi and forces her into the jacket. Tandi protests weakly, and goes to hug her namesake. Mom sighs and sits back on the couch.)
Elder Tandi: And how is my favorite little granddaughter?
Randi: (to camera) And that's the source of all our troubles with my little sister. Just because she is named after our grandmother, the President of NCR..she feels she can get anything she wants by SUCKING UP! And annoyingly, it works every time... grr...
(grinning) Hi, gran Tandi.
Elder Tandi. (looks up) Oh, come here, my growing grandson...(spreads arms) Let me look at you.. you're growing every bit like your father every day. Handsome as hell, and a devil with the girls..
Randi: (embrarrased) uh... Mom's here too.
Mom: Good day, your excellency.
Elder Tandi: (coldly) Call me Tandi. Or mother in law. I don't hold that office any more..
Mom: (monotone) Of course.
Elder Tandi: Where is my boy?
Mom: In the clinic.
(Elder Tandi looks down and smiles at Tandi's questioning look. She pats her on the head and shakily gets to her feet.)
Elder Tandi: (to Randi) Let's go see your father, then.
(Elder Tandi puts her hand on Randi's shoulder and bids him to help her to the clinic. As they leave, Randi turns to look at his mother. She is tying the laces on Tandi's suit, her faces impassive.)
Randi: (to camera) Don't ask me.. I don't understand why they don't like each other, either.
(Randi and Elder Tandi leaves.)
Mom: (muttering) Nearsighted old hag.
Tandi: Huh?
Mom: Never mind. Hold still while I lace this up..
(fade to a 45-angle view of Elder Tandi and Randi waling to a door in the hallway. They stop in front of the door.)
Elder Tandi: How is life treating you, child?
Randi: (shrug) Pretty good, I guess.
Elder Tandi: No problems? With your family or friends?
Randi: Well, aside from Tandi being a pest like always... nah. I'd say it's okay. I'm leaving for the Academy next month, after all...
Elder Tandi: (clearly expecting another answer) Hmm...
Voice: (from beyond the door) Now, now... please calm down Mr. Rosse.
Voice: (a different, gutteral one) I'll calm down when I want to. What goddamn kind of doctor are you?!
Voice: (calm) A general practitioner.
Voice: Then this should be a simple thing to do, eh? Name your price.
Voice: I'm sorry... but it's against my code of ethics.
Voice: (more enraged) Ethics?! I don't care for your fcking ethics. Last I heard, you were just another trouble-maker.
Voice: That was a long time ago, Mr. Vosse.
Voice: So you saying that you're better than me now?
Voice: (pause) Yes.
Voice: (breaking) Fuckin hypocrite. Then this be on your damn head!!
Voice: (losing calm) No, wait!
Sound: gunshot- *fzhow*
(zoom to Elder Tandi's wide-eyed expression, and her shaking hand reaching painfully slow towards the dorrknob.
~~commercial break~~
Well...what? It's just a sneak preview of what I'm working on. BTW, what IS the name of Tandi's son? What would be a good name for his wife? And.. comments and criticsms, anyone?
And another thing.. who made me a moderator? Who ever you are.. I blame you for this...*grin* ow...I never expected..this is so unbelievable...I can't even begin to than-
*head explodes*
http://envy.nu/bpen/bp.gif
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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This is basically, a copy of what I posted over at V13. Ah..i luv spammming..
Brick and Pencil Productions
presents
A Caffeine-induced(tm) screenplay
the bluepencil's
~~VAULT 13~~~
(Intro:
The sound of birds' chirpings, and a light crescendo of a rising wind fills the air. The view is of a sky-look of a series of low, brown mountains. The camera spans left, to give a wide-angle view of the mountains blending into an expanse of vast desert wastelands. The view rotates fully 360 degrees and comes to a bird's-eye view of a shining, white-walled city.
Zoom to a placard.)
Sign: Welcome to NCR.
(fade to a living room. The floor is wooden planks, and the walls are of shining whitte adobe. It's fairly spartan.. the only decorations are the row of book-filled shelves, and a polished round table. On the taable sits a little girl in blue overalls. She is facing a couch, on which reclines a young man, reading an Electronics Manual.)
Tandi: I heard that they had a statue bigger than the one in front of the Congress House. I heard that they had talking brahmin and deathclaws.... I heard that they made the whole cavern so big that you need to ride in a flying car to get through!!
Randi: (sighs and closes book.) And I heard that one annoying little brat was going to get it. Flying cars..talking brahmin..shut up, Tandi.
(to camera) That's my little sister. She;s so hyped up about the family trip t Vault 13 that it's driving me insane!! Well, not that she didn't try to drive me up the wall on a regular basis...but this time.. what's the point?!
Tandi: (sticks out tounge) Pbleeh! I'm going to Vault 13 and that's that! You can't spoil my fun this time, Randi.
Randi: (leans back and opens book) Fun? A Vault is a Vault is a Vault is nothing but a dusty, obsolete old relic.
Tandi: But it's not just a Vault!! This one is special.This is where...
Randi: (annoyed) Yeah, yeah... where the Vault Dweller comes from. Everybody knows that... but so what?! They casst him out, remember? The history books show that he didn't have much love with that old thing as what he did with Arroyo.
Tandi: I don't like Arroyo. It's dirty and the people are mean. Vault 13 is clean and nice and a lot more fun.
Randi: Don't believe what you say about tribals. And besides, they're no more mean than those Vault 13 losers. Why else do you think the Vault Dweller jumped at the chance to leave that boring old place.
Tandi: (frowning) I think you're mean.
Randi: (flips a page) Thank you.
(The metal door to the room opens, and a figure carrying a stack of big cardboard boxes staggers in. It turns, and shows a woman, in her early 40's with light auburn hair and a primp, unlined face.)
Mom: Could someone help me with this?
Randi: (putting book aside) Sure, mom.
(Randi stands up and takes the entire pile of boxes off her hands. He wobbles slightly uder the load.)
Randi: Whoops...this stuff is heavy... I need to learrn how to ignore the volunteering instinct. *thin smile*
(to Mom)What's in it?
Mom: Randscorpion antivenom. So be careful... there's been a lot of those dangerous little bites lately.
Randi: (glancing at Tandi) Good...that way, we can feed Tandi to the radscorpions with a clean conscience. *evil grin*
Tandi: Mooomm!! Make Randi stop scaring me!!!
Mom: (scolding) That's enough out of you, young man. Now, go take that medicine into the back room, and we'll wait for your father to come home.
Randi: Okay, okay...
(Randi half-stumbles across the room and pushes open the door into the next room with his foot. He exits the room.)
Mom: Now, as for you, young lady.. I think we better get ready for when your father comes back.
Tandi: (excitedly) Yaay! We're really going to Vault 13 now !?!?!
Mom: Yes. Now, where did I put your traveling clothes...??
Tandi: Uh, oh...
(Change scene to a narrow hallway with door along the side. There are signs on the doors, saying Master bedroom, Rand's room, Tandi's room, Guest room, Clinic ... and at the very end of the passage was a wooden door that proclaimed ..Stock Room. Randi stops in front of of the door and kicks it open. He stares at the inky darkness beyond.. then wanders in with a shrug.)
Sound: *thunk*crash!!*
Randi: Shit. What was that...(looks around the boxes worriedly)
(Randi goes to the center of the room and carefully puts the boxes down. He stand up, and wipes his forehead. He looks back, thelight from the hallway has illuminated the room partly, and glinting shards of glass are scattered in near the door. Randi walks over and picks up the broken pieces.)
Randi: Oh, hell...
(to camera) I've broken a medicine bottle. I'm a doctor's son.. and there's a pupular superstition goin around that it's bad luck to break a medicine bottle. (laugh) I should know.. I started it going.
(zoom to a piece of broken glass in randi's hand and the letters etched into it.)
Bottle face: MedTek
Randi: The innocent little medicine bottles are rare. We don't have the machinery to make new bottles, so we have to reuse these... before the war, these contained the many litte cures for the imaginary ails of humanity. but it couldn't cure the real illness... greed.
(show a nuclear explosion, a mushroom cloud. Randi's face is superimposed on the image...)
(somber voice) The war almost killed off the Earth. But now... a hundred years after.. we are trying to make a new life into the arid wastelands that much of the world has become. We will never repeat the old mistakes.
(Randi kicks the broken glass into a corner. He looks around, and exits the room. The caamera follows him out into the hallway.)
Randi: And that's how we're living it now. But the war has left unhealing scars.. and many sad memories fill the new history books. And also.. tales that inspires us.
(Randi comes to th door leading back to the living room.)
Randi: (opening door) And that is why we're going to Vault 13.
(The scene in the room is of Mom chasing Tandi around the room, trying to get her to put on a jacket of soft brahmin hide.)
Tandi: (screaming) Nonononononon!! No ugly jacket!!
Sound: Squeeeeaaaaaaaaakkkk..(door opening)
(The camera looks left, to the door. An old, wrinkled, white-haired woman in rich, voluminous robes made of golden gecko skin walks in. She is stooped over and is supporting herself with an ornately-carved wooden cane inscribed with the Presidential Seal.)
Elder Tandi: Having fun, children?
Tandi: (stops) Grandma!.
(Mom catches Tandi and forces her into the jacket. Tandi protests weakly, and goes to hug her namesake. Mom sighs and sits back on the couch.)
Elder Tandi: And how is my favorite little granddaughter?
Randi: (to camera) And that's the source of all our troubles with my little sister. Just because she is named after our grandmother, the President of NCR..she feels she can get anything she wants by SUCKING UP! And annoyingly, it works every time... grr...
(grinning) Hi, gran Tandi.
Elder Tandi. (looks up) Oh, come here, my growing grandson...(spreads arms) Let me look at you.. you're growing every bit like your father every day. Handsome as hell, and a devil with the girls..
Randi: (embrarrased) uh... Mom's here too.
Mom: Good day, your excellency.
Elder Tandi: (coldly) Call me Tandi. Or mother in law. I don't hold that office any more..
Mom: (monotone) Of course.
Elder Tandi: Where is my boy?
Mom: In the clinic.
(Elder Tandi looks down and smiles at Tandi's questioning look. She pats her on the head and shakily gets to her feet.)
Elder Tandi: (to Randi) Let's go see your father, then.
(Elder Tandi puts her hand on Randi's shoulder and bids him to help her to the clinic. As they leave, Randi turns to look at his mother. She is tying the laces on Tandi's suit, her faces impassive.)
Randi: (to camera) Don't ask me.. I don't understand why they don't like each other, either.
(Randi and Elder Tandi leaves.)
Mom: (muttering) Nearsighted old hag.
Tandi: Huh?
Mom: Never mind. Hold still while I lace this up..
(fade to a 45-angle view of Elder Tandi and Randi waling to a door in the hallway. They stop in front of the door.)
Elder Tandi: How is life treating you, child?
Randi: (shrug) Pretty good, I guess.
Elder Tandi: No problems? With your family or friends?
Randi: Well, aside from Tandi being a pest like always... nah. I'd say it's okay. I'm leaving for the Academy next month, after all...
Elder Tandi: (clearly expecting another answer) Hmm...
Voice: (from beyond the door) Now, now... please calm down Mr. Rosse.
Voice: (a different, gutteral one) I'll calm down when I want to. What goddamn kind of doctor are you?!
Voice: (calm) A general practitioner.
Voice: Then this should be a simple thing to do, eh? Name your price.
Voice: I'm sorry... but it's against my code of ethics.
Voice: (more enraged) Ethics?! I don't care for your fcking ethics. Last I heard, you were just another trouble-maker.
Voice: That was a long time ago, Mr. Vosse.
Voice: So you saying that you're better than me now?
Voice: (pause) Yes.
Voice: (breaking) Fuckin hypocrite. Then this be on your damn head!!
Voice: (losing calm) No, wait!
Sound: gunshot- *fzhow*
(zoom to Elder Tandi's wide-eyed expression, and her shaking hand reaching painfully slow towards the dorrknob.
~~commercial break~~
Well...what? It's just a sneak preview of what I'm working on. BTW, what IS the name of Tandi's son? What would be a good name for his wife? And.. comments and criticsms, anyone?
And another thing.. who made me a moderator? Who ever you are.. I blame you for this...*grin* ow...I never expected..this is so unbelievable...I can't even begin to than-
*head explodes*
http://envy.nu/bpen/bp.gif
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^
