Crossed out.
Feb 16, 2007 3:03:12 GMT -5
Post by OrochiGeese on Feb 16, 2007 3:03:12 GMT -5
fade in on the exterior of a nice sized southern california condo. a mission style building with tan stucco walls and warm brown terracotta shingles.
the building - all two stories of it, one of a line of vaguely similar buildings - has a lot of windows, a balcony, and a hot tub outside, just behind the back door.
suddenly, a shape appears over the curve of the roof - the shape of slightly ruffled but still irrefutably cute hair. attached to said follicles is Lana. she steps over the peak of the roof, moves towards a less sloped part of the roof, and she sits.
Lana's got on cargo shorts and a black tanktop. a dark patterned button up shirt with three quarter length sleeves tops it off, worn unbuttoned and loose. Lana does not look particularly happy.
[Lana:] Okay. Minor setback.
You beat me, Cross. Must feel good.
Lana - who is sitting with her hands flat on the roof as she reclines slightly - balls her fists up.
Must feel good to be such a yappy and clueless bitch. Wish I could just turn the brain off and become a self-righteous moron.
Lana wraps her fingers around the end of one of the terracotta tiles and yanks it away from the roof. she pulls her arm back and launches the tile offscreen. a scant few seconds later, a crash is heard.
[Lana:] Listen to me, and listen good. I won't be repeating myself.
George Carlin once said, "Lacrosse is a f*g**ty college activity, not a sport."
Hence, I must conclude that your mindset is that of a dumb peppy college bitch for even desiring to play Lacrosse, much less actually playing it. You're a dumb kid who thinks she has all the answers, who thinks she's some kinda @#%$ GENIUS for knowing EVERYTHING.
That's okay. I've dealt with girls like you before.
Lana pushes herself up and stands steady. She looks off into the distance.
In a few nights, I'm going to take you to @#%$ SCHOOL, little girl. I will teach you the length and breadth of asskicking. We will get deep into this topic.
Lana looks to the camera as she starts moving back to the roof peak from whence she came.
And believe you me, I will be multiplying my asskicking by the coefficient of how ugly I feel you are that night. Right now, you're at 4. I'm sure I'll ratchet up.
With that, Lana winks and steps over the peak of the roof and disappears. we fade out.
the building - all two stories of it, one of a line of vaguely similar buildings - has a lot of windows, a balcony, and a hot tub outside, just behind the back door.
suddenly, a shape appears over the curve of the roof - the shape of slightly ruffled but still irrefutably cute hair. attached to said follicles is Lana. she steps over the peak of the roof, moves towards a less sloped part of the roof, and she sits.
Lana's got on cargo shorts and a black tanktop. a dark patterned button up shirt with three quarter length sleeves tops it off, worn unbuttoned and loose. Lana does not look particularly happy.
[Lana:] Okay. Minor setback.
You beat me, Cross. Must feel good.
Lana - who is sitting with her hands flat on the roof as she reclines slightly - balls her fists up.
Must feel good to be such a yappy and clueless bitch. Wish I could just turn the brain off and become a self-righteous moron.
Lana wraps her fingers around the end of one of the terracotta tiles and yanks it away from the roof. she pulls her arm back and launches the tile offscreen. a scant few seconds later, a crash is heard.
[Lana:] Listen to me, and listen good. I won't be repeating myself.
George Carlin once said, "Lacrosse is a f*g**ty college activity, not a sport."
Hence, I must conclude that your mindset is that of a dumb peppy college bitch for even desiring to play Lacrosse, much less actually playing it. You're a dumb kid who thinks she has all the answers, who thinks she's some kinda @#%$ GENIUS for knowing EVERYTHING.
That's okay. I've dealt with girls like you before.
Lana pushes herself up and stands steady. She looks off into the distance.
In a few nights, I'm going to take you to @#%$ SCHOOL, little girl. I will teach you the length and breadth of asskicking. We will get deep into this topic.
Lana looks to the camera as she starts moving back to the roof peak from whence she came.
And believe you me, I will be multiplying my asskicking by the coefficient of how ugly I feel you are that night. Right now, you're at 4. I'm sure I'll ratchet up.
With that, Lana winks and steps over the peak of the roof and disappears. we fade out.