Post by Loco on Dec 26, 2012 14:47:52 GMT -5
:: The camera returns from a commercial break and pans to the right revealing dark and dirty, slums of an unknown city, presumably somewhere in Mexico. The streets are littered with broken glass, paper cups and old newspapers. Any form of public lighting has long since been smashed while the traffic lights are dismally unmaintained and hang lopsided, or are missing completely.
As the camera pans it stops at a small door, on the side of a building in an ally way. The door is unlocked, broken, and slightly ajar allowing for the camera to easily slide its way into the building. The room is dark and poorly lit with the only substantial source of light being produced by the camera; clothes, which clearly have been unwashed for weeks are strung about, dirty dishes cover most of the floors surface area. There is flickering movement to the left, and the camera quickly adjusts to capture its source. A silhouetted shape appears in the lens of the camera and the reveals the figure of a man, huddled in the corner of the room. His cloths are dirty, any present logo or branding is not visible, he is wearing a lopsided mask that has been torn in some places, however it becomes clear that it’s Loco huddled in the corner. ::
Loco: It’s wasn’t my fault I didn’t break it! I didn’t break it!
Loco: Yes, you did, you broke it just like you break everything else. You are a worthless piece of garbage, you know nothing.
Loco: Stop it, stop yelling at me. I didn’t break it I don’t remember, please don’t do it again.
Loco: Oh, please? Please? Begging is for peasants’, not the trash, do not think you are above the homeless.
:: Loco stands up, braces himself on the wall, then suddenly smashes his head three times against the solid concrete mass, splitting his head with blood oozing rapidly out of the wound. After which Loco clutches head and begins to sob. ::
Loco [Clutching his head]: Why? Ah! Why did you do that? It hurts!
Loco: Stop crying you good for nothing, there is work to do, get up and go get us some new plates. Next time you break a plate; there will be far more severe consequences. I promise you, that.
Loco: No! Not in public, don’t make me go out in public now, they will know then. I promise, I won’t break them anymore. Please!
Loco: Oh you’re going to go out in public, you’re going to get us some new plates. You’ve ruined our last good plate by dropping it like a clumsy buffoon. Next time, it won’t be you I hurt, it will be her.
Loco: No! Not her, I swear I won’t do anything bad. I promise, I promise!
:: The camera pans out and focuses on Loco who has made his way to the broken door. Another camera positioned outside of the building reveals Loco muttering to himself still holding to his head which is bleeding profusely. ::
As the camera pans it stops at a small door, on the side of a building in an ally way. The door is unlocked, broken, and slightly ajar allowing for the camera to easily slide its way into the building. The room is dark and poorly lit with the only substantial source of light being produced by the camera; clothes, which clearly have been unwashed for weeks are strung about, dirty dishes cover most of the floors surface area. There is flickering movement to the left, and the camera quickly adjusts to capture its source. A silhouetted shape appears in the lens of the camera and the reveals the figure of a man, huddled in the corner of the room. His cloths are dirty, any present logo or branding is not visible, he is wearing a lopsided mask that has been torn in some places, however it becomes clear that it’s Loco huddled in the corner. ::
Loco: It’s wasn’t my fault I didn’t break it! I didn’t break it!
Loco: Yes, you did, you broke it just like you break everything else. You are a worthless piece of garbage, you know nothing.
Loco: Stop it, stop yelling at me. I didn’t break it I don’t remember, please don’t do it again.
Loco: Oh, please? Please? Begging is for peasants’, not the trash, do not think you are above the homeless.
:: Loco stands up, braces himself on the wall, then suddenly smashes his head three times against the solid concrete mass, splitting his head with blood oozing rapidly out of the wound. After which Loco clutches head and begins to sob. ::
Loco [Clutching his head]: Why? Ah! Why did you do that? It hurts!
Loco: Stop crying you good for nothing, there is work to do, get up and go get us some new plates. Next time you break a plate; there will be far more severe consequences. I promise you, that.
Loco: No! Not in public, don’t make me go out in public now, they will know then. I promise, I won’t break them anymore. Please!
Loco: Oh you’re going to go out in public, you’re going to get us some new plates. You’ve ruined our last good plate by dropping it like a clumsy buffoon. Next time, it won’t be you I hurt, it will be her.
Loco: No! Not her, I swear I won’t do anything bad. I promise, I promise!
:: The camera pans out and focuses on Loco who has made his way to the broken door. Another camera positioned outside of the building reveals Loco muttering to himself still holding to his head which is bleeding profusely. ::