Post by Nausicaä Suzuki on Dec 27, 2021 19:27:25 GMT -5
i am a hero
BUT THE ONE THAT NOBODY WANTS OR DESERVES
FADE IN:
INT. DOMESTIC BATHROOM - NIGHT
WE OPEN with our view pointing downwards towards a sink. WE SEE an average white sink of dull smudged redness over the edges and the tap handles. However we cannot see the inside of the sink bowl as laid across it is a replica of the SCCW International Championship with the words “Sister Valerie” roughly scratched over where the Champion’s name should be.
SISTER VALERIE (O.S.)
Christmas time…mistletoe and wine…children singing Christian rhyme…
Chillingly enters our ear as red droplets begin to slowly drip down upon the surface of this replica. Liquid ricocheting off the belt with each impact but some splutters are gradually beginning to remain.
SISTER VALERIE (O.S.)
What is Christmas? To some it is a time to remember birth while bells ring…to others it is a time to exchange gifts while bells ring…some consider it as a time of peace while bells ring…and there are even those who think that Christmas is a time to argue about movie preferences while bells ring…
The droplets increase into red rain pounding down and splattering across the title’s surface.
SISTER VALERIE (O.S.)
To me Christmas was a time of consideration…in little time I won the International Championship…a moment that even surprised the owner who was so set in believing that Bodhi would win gold first that he is quick to praise her while overlooking me…but then I lost the belt in less time than it took to win it…and since then thing have been going downwards and downwards…even losing to some ‘Idol’…
A hint of disgust could almost be felt in Valerie’s usually emotionless voice as the redness smears and smothers enough of the replica for use to see the reflection of SISTER VALERIE (23), short, caucasian, dusty blonde shoulder length hair that covers half of her face, thin pink lips, almost melancholic in facial expression while redness drips from a web of bloody lines surrounding her right black eye.
SISTER VALERIE
But why? There are millions and millions of possibilities…and spending all Christmas eliminating each and every other possibility…I know what I must do…
Valerie’s reflection lolls her head to the left and fully rotates around before rolling back to position.
SISTER VALERIE
Through birth I’ll give everyone a gift…a gift that ends all peace…for while the bells will ring…it won’t be yuletide joy…for this is no movie with a happy ending…
The blood stops dripping as, almost as if reversing in time, the red line recedes into her eye. The white and back of said eye surrendering to dark crimson, so much so that a bloody tear trails down the Russian’s cheek.
SISTER VALERIE
But instead a necessary becoming…to regain what is once mine…
Valerie adds in before her hand slams down upon the replica and rips it away, exposing a now bloodstained sink in this room as we
FADE OUT TO BLACK:
482 WORDS | A SISTER VALERIE ROLEPLAY | Nobody Tagged |