Post by Slainmaker on Jun 13, 2017 17:42:47 GMT -5
** Slain is leaning forward in the back seat of a stationary taxi cab trying to get a better yelling angle at the driver. **
SLAIN:
What do you mean you don't know the way to any caves?
DRIVER:
None in my area, sorry. Even if I wasn't restricted I don't think I've ever seen one.
SLAIN:
DON'T THINK YO-
** Slain takes a deep, measured breath. **
SLAIN:
Nature is full of them! You know what I'm talking about, right? Not 'caveS' that go on forever. A normal one I can meditate in without tourists around. The home of bats? Probably the home of loads of animals with 'cave' in their name? Batmen live in them! Our entire species used to live in them, so don't tell me there aren't plenty out there. I cannot believe you'd turn your back on your proud caveman-American heritage like that.
** He displays a moment of exasperated silence before his face lights up. **
SLAIN:
Jesus came out of one! You know, Jesus 'of Nazareth' Godson. I know some people are a bit sceptical about all that, but if you look at the basic parts of that story - Jesus exists, comes back to life then emerges from cave - I think you'll find the cave bit is the sole component that evades all scrutiny. People are perfectly happy to accept that the event would have involved a cave because everyone knows that they, along with boulders, exist.
DRIVER:
Get out bud I think one of those people outside are actually going to end up giving me some money.
SLAIN:
Imagine a tunnel, but without the end... Oh alright.
** Slain's hunched over body takes a moment to scramble out of the cab and once on his feet has to swerve out of the way of it's next incoming customer. **
SLAIN:
DOES ANYONE KNOW OF ANY GOOD CAVES?
** Cut to Slain standing wearily on the side of a road with the city reduced to a grey shape in the distance. One of his hands is held up with a raised thumb. The other is holding a large, white sign against his chest that simply reads 'A cave'. Looking weary, he turns and plods away from the road into the wilderness. We fade out and in to see him reaching the shade of a small ridge, now with no signs of civilisation to be seen. He obtains a stick, jams it into the soft ground and impales his sign over the top.**
SLAIN:
Are caves... a lie?
** He sits down cross-legged. There is a delayed flinch after the squelch of him landing. Upon closing his eyes there are a few seonds of serenity before fidgeting commences. A sharp rustle from deeper into the shade behind him provides a distraction he seems eager to attend to. **
SLAIN:
This is exactly why I wanted a real cave. No chance of clarity of mind with this jimmy rustling whisking my zen.
** The sound repeats, and with feigned reluctance the meditation is abandoned. Slain places a hand onto the ground, immediately regrets it due to the damp then pushes himself up onto his feet. He walks towards the sound as we fade out. This time after fading back in the sun has started to set, reducing the light levels and stretching the ridge's shadow darkening all within it to the point of invisibility. Slain is sitting just outside its boundary kneeling with his head bowed to the ground towards it. **
SLAIN:
I get it, you shall accustom yourself in the mire of this forefield no longer like you said. It's your lucky day. I can guide you. I am also confused by the world around me, yet I am healthy and famous and tall. The stars are alligned. Neither do I, but I know the perfect place. Yes we may live in a cowardly police state that has outlawed physicality, but I have connections and can introduce you to an underworld where it is permitted and even cheered! I can't do that myself any more, but I can represent you. Forget the city. You are right to be wary of it. Subway navigation will be the death of you. I'm going to take you somewhere quieter where you will adapt and hit the ground running. We're going to Ohio.
** Slain looks up and stares straight ahead. **
SLAIN:
My queen.
** He wipes the mud from his face. **
SLAIN:
What do you mean you don't know the way to any caves?
DRIVER:
None in my area, sorry. Even if I wasn't restricted I don't think I've ever seen one.
SLAIN:
DON'T THINK YO-
** Slain takes a deep, measured breath. **
SLAIN:
Nature is full of them! You know what I'm talking about, right? Not 'caveS' that go on forever. A normal one I can meditate in without tourists around. The home of bats? Probably the home of loads of animals with 'cave' in their name? Batmen live in them! Our entire species used to live in them, so don't tell me there aren't plenty out there. I cannot believe you'd turn your back on your proud caveman-American heritage like that.
** He displays a moment of exasperated silence before his face lights up. **
SLAIN:
Jesus came out of one! You know, Jesus 'of Nazareth' Godson. I know some people are a bit sceptical about all that, but if you look at the basic parts of that story - Jesus exists, comes back to life then emerges from cave - I think you'll find the cave bit is the sole component that evades all scrutiny. People are perfectly happy to accept that the event would have involved a cave because everyone knows that they, along with boulders, exist.
DRIVER:
Get out bud I think one of those people outside are actually going to end up giving me some money.
SLAIN:
Imagine a tunnel, but without the end... Oh alright.
** Slain's hunched over body takes a moment to scramble out of the cab and once on his feet has to swerve out of the way of it's next incoming customer. **
SLAIN:
DOES ANYONE KNOW OF ANY GOOD CAVES?
** Cut to Slain standing wearily on the side of a road with the city reduced to a grey shape in the distance. One of his hands is held up with a raised thumb. The other is holding a large, white sign against his chest that simply reads 'A cave'. Looking weary, he turns and plods away from the road into the wilderness. We fade out and in to see him reaching the shade of a small ridge, now with no signs of civilisation to be seen. He obtains a stick, jams it into the soft ground and impales his sign over the top.**
SLAIN:
Are caves... a lie?
** He sits down cross-legged. There is a delayed flinch after the squelch of him landing. Upon closing his eyes there are a few seonds of serenity before fidgeting commences. A sharp rustle from deeper into the shade behind him provides a distraction he seems eager to attend to. **
SLAIN:
This is exactly why I wanted a real cave. No chance of clarity of mind with this jimmy rustling whisking my zen.
** The sound repeats, and with feigned reluctance the meditation is abandoned. Slain places a hand onto the ground, immediately regrets it due to the damp then pushes himself up onto his feet. He walks towards the sound as we fade out. This time after fading back in the sun has started to set, reducing the light levels and stretching the ridge's shadow darkening all within it to the point of invisibility. Slain is sitting just outside its boundary kneeling with his head bowed to the ground towards it. **
SLAIN:
I get it, you shall accustom yourself in the mire of this forefield no longer like you said. It's your lucky day. I can guide you. I am also confused by the world around me, yet I am healthy and famous and tall. The stars are alligned. Neither do I, but I know the perfect place. Yes we may live in a cowardly police state that has outlawed physicality, but I have connections and can introduce you to an underworld where it is permitted and even cheered! I can't do that myself any more, but I can represent you. Forget the city. You are right to be wary of it. Subway navigation will be the death of you. I'm going to take you somewhere quieter where you will adapt and hit the ground running. We're going to Ohio.
** Slain looks up and stares straight ahead. **
SLAIN:
My queen.
** He wipes the mud from his face. **