Dominicus and the Ebony Stones 6: The Black Pearl
Mar 13, 2021 18:41:02 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Mar 13, 2021 18:41:02 GMT -5
*The camera opens up as- HOLY CRAP a man in black parkour jumps through a window! The picture freeze frames on this scene mid-air.*
*The screen does a reverse page-turn wipe as we see three dark figures in a dimly lit room over a well-lit table. The men(?) are Dinosaur Bones, Big Bone, and Lord Dominicus. Dominicus unrolls a large floor plan that has numerous pictures, legal documents, and sticky notes attached to it.*
LD: Here we go boys, this is the plan. Our mark-
*He points to a photograph of an older, though not unattractive woman*
LD: -Cynthia Wrenwood, a local art aficionado, and holder of what we want- the Black Pearl.
*Dominicus gestures to a zoomed in photograph of a black pearl necklace.*
LD: The plan was always for us to-
*He covers where Big Bone’s ears should be*
LD: -steal the pearl.
DB: Yes, but how do we go about-
*Dino Bones also covers BB’s ears*
DB: -stealing this bobble?
LD: Well that’s where you come in….
*Back at the planning table.*
DB: Yeah, that was a lucky break.
LD: It gets better though. Henry Anderson, our media source was very forthcoming after I interviewed for him. Apparently Mrs. Wrenwood has been very…lonely.
BB: How lonely?
LD: So lonely that she’s rumored to be using her nest at the art gallery for more than sleeping. So here’s what we’re going to do…
*We jump to an opulent redress of the gallery*
LD: Ladies and gentlemen! I wanted to thank you all for attending this “DominiGala” as it is called. And I wanted to give a special thank you to The Arty Gallery of Mississauga for hosting this event…
*His face drifts to look at a well dressed somewhat older woman near the front of the crowd wearing a black pearl necklace. She smiles and nods as the scene freezes*
*We fast forward (literally) to Dominicus and the woman chatting it up over drinks*
Wrenwood: Well I just love art; it’s really filled the hole in my heart left after my husband passed.
LD: Yes, sometimes we all need to fill some holes, don’t we?
*He leans in close.*
LD: I’m winking
Wrenwood: Haha, oh my you are a saucy one. I do say, this champagne might be going straight to my head.
*She winks*
LD: ….Let’s change the pace a bit.
*In one movement he takes her glass and approaches the front of the room.*
LD: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Shank Williams!
*The crowd applauds as a very rough looking man with a Spanish guitar comes and sits at the front of the room. He plays “El Gato Negro” and Dominicus returns to his mark*
LD: Shall we dance?
*She figuratively swoons (though may do so literally soon) as Dominicus carefully leads her through the steps of a Spanish dance.*
Wrenwood: My my Mr. Dominicus, you have a great many talents hidden under that mysterious mask of yours
LD: Oh this? Just something I picked up. A man of my travels has had so many romantic encounters that prepare him for occasions like this.
Wrenwood: Oh my, is it getting warm in here?
*She leans in close and whispers*
Wrenwood: Listen, I have a studio upstairs, how about we go up there for a little…break?
*JUMP CUT! We ‘re in the horny old woman’s studio upstairs. They are laughing over drinks when she stands up.*
Wrenwood: I really am getting quite warm in all of these fineries, you don’t mind if I get more comfortable, do you?
LD: Absolutely not
*With a quick unclasp of a hook her entire dress falls to the floor, we are only privy to an unclad back of course.*
LD: Stunning- but….let me help you with one last bit…
*He approaches, reaches around her neck, and undoes the necklace. Dominicus then jumps in celebration*
LD: AHAHAHAHA! THE BLACK PEARL IS MINE! You fell for it! There’s nothing you can do!
Wrenwood: I could all the police!
*She says as she covers herself with a blanket*
LD: And what would you tell them? You got suckered by Lord Dominicus? That’s almost as embarrassing as if Eric Dane will have to admit that after talking about how stupid and below him I am that he lost his title to me! I mean, what a set up to failure that is. Lord Dominicus, the biggest joke in NPW and big bad Eric Dane might lose to him- and you got fooled by him! Oh the shame for both of you!
Wrenwood: I don’t understand any of that
LD: …Ok. Plan B. The gallery isn’t zoned to contain your little love nest, anything you tell the police could get the gallery- and the local art scene- shut down!
*She gasps*
Wrenwood: You beast!
LD: That’s DominiBeast to you!
*Dominicus quickly runs and parkour jumps through the window as the naked mark gasps*
*Fade out.*
“You’re probably wondering how I got here. Well let me explain…”
*The screen does a reverse page-turn wipe as we see three dark figures in a dimly lit room over a well-lit table. The men(?) are Dinosaur Bones, Big Bone, and Lord Dominicus. Dominicus unrolls a large floor plan that has numerous pictures, legal documents, and sticky notes attached to it.*
LD: Here we go boys, this is the plan. Our mark-
*He points to a photograph of an older, though not unattractive woman*
LD: -Cynthia Wrenwood, a local art aficionado, and holder of what we want- the Black Pearl.
*Dominicus gestures to a zoomed in photograph of a black pearl necklace.*
LD: The plan was always for us to-
*He covers where Big Bone’s ears should be*
LD: -steal the pearl.
DB: Yes, but how do we go about-
*Dino Bones also covers BB’s ears*
DB: -stealing this bobble?
LD: Well that’s where you come in….
“…Mrs.- widowed- Wrenwood is a great supporter of the local art talents in Mississauga but is somewhat hard to get a hold of. That means that if we want her out in public we need to set up some sort of art gala that she’ll be bound to attend.”
*We change to the interior of a modern art gallery where a large dinosaur skeleton wearing a suit, tie, and fake mustache quickly waddles as a staffer attends to him.*
DB: No no no! None of this will do! Where’s the opulence!? Where’s the gusto!? Where’s the in-house café!?
*The staffer tries keep pace as another worker is saving sculptures and vases from the master of disguise’s tail.*
Staffer: Sir, I assure you that Mrs. Wrenwood would attend even if we held another fecal matter exhibit.
*He leans in close*
Staffer: Look, I shouldn’t tell you this but Mrs. Wrenwood is utilizing a room on the second floor as a small room for herself. Some nights she stays late examining new works and would rather sleep here
*A quick interested turn and an art-destroying tail follow this revelation*
DB: Really?
*We change to the interior of a modern art gallery where a large dinosaur skeleton wearing a suit, tie, and fake mustache quickly waddles as a staffer attends to him.*
DB: No no no! None of this will do! Where’s the opulence!? Where’s the gusto!? Where’s the in-house café!?
*The staffer tries keep pace as another worker is saving sculptures and vases from the master of disguise’s tail.*
Staffer: Sir, I assure you that Mrs. Wrenwood would attend even if we held another fecal matter exhibit.
*He leans in close*
Staffer: Look, I shouldn’t tell you this but Mrs. Wrenwood is utilizing a room on the second floor as a small room for herself. Some nights she stays late examining new works and would rather sleep here
*A quick interested turn and an art-destroying tail follow this revelation*
DB: Really?
*Back at the planning table.*
DB: Yeah, that was a lucky break.
LD: It gets better though. Henry Anderson, our media source was very forthcoming after I interviewed for him. Apparently Mrs. Wrenwood has been very…lonely.
BB: How lonely?
LD: So lonely that she’s rumored to be using her nest at the art gallery for more than sleeping. So here’s what we’re going to do…
“With the pieces set up on the board, all we needed to do was to start the game”
*We jump to an opulent redress of the gallery*
LD: Ladies and gentlemen! I wanted to thank you all for attending this “DominiGala” as it is called. And I wanted to give a special thank you to The Arty Gallery of Mississauga for hosting this event…
*His face drifts to look at a well dressed somewhat older woman near the front of the crowd wearing a black pearl necklace. She smiles and nods as the scene freezes*
“You’ve likely seen this part already, so let’s take a look at what you didn’t see”
*We fast forward (literally) to Dominicus and the woman chatting it up over drinks*
Wrenwood: Well I just love art; it’s really filled the hole in my heart left after my husband passed.
LD: Yes, sometimes we all need to fill some holes, don’t we?
*He leans in close.*
LD: I’m winking
Wrenwood: Haha, oh my you are a saucy one. I do say, this champagne might be going straight to my head.
*She winks*
LD: ….Let’s change the pace a bit.
*In one movement he takes her glass and approaches the front of the room.*
LD: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Shank Williams!
*The crowd applauds as a very rough looking man with a Spanish guitar comes and sits at the front of the room. He plays “El Gato Negro” and Dominicus returns to his mark*
LD: Shall we dance?
*She figuratively swoons (though may do so literally soon) as Dominicus carefully leads her through the steps of a Spanish dance.*
Wrenwood: My my Mr. Dominicus, you have a great many talents hidden under that mysterious mask of yours
LD: Oh this? Just something I picked up. A man of my travels has had so many romantic encounters that prepare him for occasions like this.
Wrenwood: Oh my, is it getting warm in here?
*She leans in close and whispers*
Wrenwood: Listen, I have a studio upstairs, how about we go up there for a little…break?
*JUMP CUT! We ‘re in the horny old woman’s studio upstairs. They are laughing over drinks when she stands up.*
Wrenwood: I really am getting quite warm in all of these fineries, you don’t mind if I get more comfortable, do you?
LD: Absolutely not
*With a quick unclasp of a hook her entire dress falls to the floor, we are only privy to an unclad back of course.*
LD: Stunning- but….let me help you with one last bit…
*He approaches, reaches around her neck, and undoes the necklace. Dominicus then jumps in celebration*
LD: AHAHAHAHA! THE BLACK PEARL IS MINE! You fell for it! There’s nothing you can do!
Wrenwood: I could all the police!
*She says as she covers herself with a blanket*
LD: And what would you tell them? You got suckered by Lord Dominicus? That’s almost as embarrassing as if Eric Dane will have to admit that after talking about how stupid and below him I am that he lost his title to me! I mean, what a set up to failure that is. Lord Dominicus, the biggest joke in NPW and big bad Eric Dane might lose to him- and you got fooled by him! Oh the shame for both of you!
Wrenwood: I don’t understand any of that
LD: …Ok. Plan B. The gallery isn’t zoned to contain your little love nest, anything you tell the police could get the gallery- and the local art scene- shut down!
*She gasps*
Wrenwood: You beast!
LD: That’s DominiBeast to you!
*Dominicus quickly runs and parkour jumps through the window as the naked mark gasps*
“And that’s how I got the fifth Ebony Stone.”
*Fade out.*
