Post by vespertine on Apr 7, 2022 20:32:04 GMT -5
Place: Dallas, TX
Date/Time: Early 1870's?, 2PM
(The camera fades from black to a scene of a dusty, dirty windswept barren looking ghost town. As the camera pans down from it’s high position, the name of the town goes by on a signpost which says “Dallas, Pop. 100” There are a couple of people on the streets but they are few and far between. From the right side of the street, someone crashes through a window and another person goes flying through the window, picks up the first person and continues to punch him. They both get up and go brawling across the street into an alley. The music from the saloon they came from continues. It’s a piano song of the old west and the notes are rag timish. The camera continues to pan down until it’s at street level. The street is vacant once more. A dust devil swirls up and then in another minute or so dies down. A dog runs from the shade of one of the buildings on the left to one of the buildings on the right. Then all is silent in the little western stage coach town. The piano keeps playing. Suddenly a figure appears at the end of the street through the dust storm that seems to be playing at that end of the street. The figure takes slow purposeful steps down the street. Camera cuts shot and the piano music from the saloon is heard in the background…)
(….Camera cuts to shot of a pair of brown boots from the lone figure walking down the street. The boots have several spurs on the back of them so when the figure steps down, the spurs jangle. The camera cuts shot…)
(Camera cuts to shot of the inside of the saloon. The piano man is playing vigorously in the corner of the saloon. It’s your basic wild west saloon. The saloon seems to be crowded today as every table is taken and one group plays poker at a table nearest the bar. The barkeep is currently looking at the damaged window and shaking his head. Camera cuts shot…)
(…Camera cuts to shot of that same pair of boots walking down the street. A 10 year boy sits on the stoop of the building across the street and as one of the boots steps into the dust, he gets up and runs inside the building. The boots keep on walking. Camera cuts shot…)
(The camera cuts to shot of inside the saloon, people are laughing and having a good time. The barkeeper, having given up on the window, has gone back to behind the bar and is again serving drinks. A woman dressed as a dancer has taken up residence beside the piano and is laughing and drinking with the piano man who is still playing vigorously. A shadow appears through the swinging doors at the entrance. Camera cuts shot…)
(Camera cuts to shot of the swinging doors and the top of a black felt cowboy hat just over the doors. The brown boots, now connected to a pair of legs are seen below the swinging doors. Slowly the doors open and Vespertine walks in. She has on a red bandana over her face but she takes that off when she steps through the door. All noise and movement in the room seems to stop when she steps through the door. She looks around slowly and the barkeeper asks her something from behind the bar. He also looks like he is getting ready to grab the rifle under the bar. An old hound dog in the corner by the piano lifts his head as well to look at her.)
BK: Can I help you stranger?
V: I’m looking for someone.
BK: Who exactly are you looking fer, maam?
(Vespertine holds up a wanted poster with the words “Min Jun: on it and the words “Dead or Alive” printed very large under it.)
V: You seen him?
BK: Is he an outlaw from around here? Come to think of it, I think I seen him. Just the other day. In the bank.
Vespertine: Already scoping out the place I see. (She shrugs, her shoulders going up and down) I need to figure out his next move and take him out before he does anymore damage
(The barkeeper is about to say something when there is commotion out in the street and someone calls out to her. She sighs and rolls up the poster and looks over her shoulder. She then puts her bandana back up and turns around slowly and goes out in the street. Everyone that is left in the saloon looks at each other for a second. The hound dog in the corner lifts his head again. A second later the entire saloon jumps into action and there is a mad scramble as everyone follows her out. The hound dog shuffles up, tail wagging, wanders out the door. The camera cuts shot…
(…The Camera cuts to shot of her in the middle of the street and an over the shoulder shot shows she is facing the town sheriff.
(The camera cuts to shot of a side view of both people in the street and everyone else looking from the wooden veranda outside the saloon. On the other side of the street a few people that weren't in the saloon have gathered on the porch of the building.)
V: Are you who I’m looking for?
(The sheriff slowly looks up and at her. Someone on the porch takes out a harmonica and plays the Good, the Bad and the Ugly. The piano player joins in. The sheriff looks at the barkeep and the barkeep goes in and tells the piano player to shut up. He comes back out.)
Sheriff: Probably. Probably not. But the way you is dressed and the way you is asking questions, I feel trouble just came into town. Now what’s your name, lad?
(Vespertine looks down, then looks up at the sun, sighs and then pulls the bandana away from her mouth to reveal her face. She takes off her hat and hangs it via string around her throat. The harmonica players plays the tune of "DUH DAHHHH!" holding the last note. The sheriff just looks at the player and he mumbles a sorry.)
Sheriff: Sorry. I thought you was a young man. We don’t get too many strangers around these parts asking questions. We don’t get too many female gunslingers around these parts either. (he looks closer at her) And we don’t get many of them squinty eyed ones either. Whatcha doing out here so far away from the orient.
Vespertine: Sheriff, you may be on the side of all that is good and just but I swear, you call me a squinty eye again I will take my pistol and shoot you full of holes right where you stand without any warning or provocation.
(She turns to face the crowd on the steps.)
V: I didn't come looking for trouble. But I'm on the search for something. What I am looking for is in this town. There is an outlaw here by the name of Min Jun. He has a bounty and I aim to collect. I’m coming from the California Territory and I know I’m in Dallas. Do any of you good citizens know where I can find a stable. My horse needs a little rest. And then I need to find Ft. Worth.
(For a while nobody answers her and a small dust devil gets caught up in the wind and goes by. She continues to look around at all the people. A smallish boy wearing suspenders to hold up his large pants, a white button down shirt and not much else finally speaks up.)
Boy: Up the road a bit. You might want to catch a ride there.
Vespertine: Is there a telegram station around here?
(An older gentlemen who looks to be the boy’s father speaks up.)
Man: No, the nearest telegram station from here is in Denver to the North, a good 2 days ride or El Paso a 3 days ride West of here. They might have one at Ft. Worth just up the road. We think. (the crowd mumbles agreement) I mean I haven't been there in a while.
Sheriff: Miss… Uh…. Do you plan to take him by yourself?
(she gives a great sigh again and puts her cowboy hat back on. She turns her head to look at the sheriff over her shoulder.)
V: The name is Vespertine, Sheriff, and I’m better with a 6 shooter than I look. But if you are offering some help, I could always use a good fighter standing by my side. This outlaw is plenty tough and I aim to take the bounty either dead or alive, either me or him. If you can shelter me for the night, then I’d be much obliged and will be off by tomorrow morning scouting around.
(He tips his hat in response to her and everyone disperses. She goes over and talks to the sheriff a few minutes before he goes off and then she goes to her horse and walks him to the nearest stable. A couple of men are waiting for her.)
V: Zeke, Joe. We are in Dallas. Ft. Worth is just up the road.
Zeke: If that is the one we passed it didn't look much like a fort to me.
V: I know right. But the Sheriff tells me that the belt they have are in the Dallas Bank of Texas. I need you two to ride out and scout out the situation.
Joe: There is some cliffs just to the south of town which I think there are caves in if I remember correctly. Last time I was here was nigh over 15 years ago.
V: Good. Get going you two. Jackson should be coming with reinforcements anytime now. I told him to meet us there. I'm going to stay here for the night so they don't get suspicious. If Jun is as tough as he looks...
(She lets the rest of the sentence drift away in the wind. She nods her and they both tip their hats to her and both men mount. The camera fades to black)
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Scene II
Place: Ft. Worth, Tx
Time: An hour later
Date: Same
Outfit: Same
(The camera fades from black to a scene outside the entrance of the stable. Vespertine comes walking out. She looks at the sun, then produces a huge bowie knife from somewhere and squats down and draws squiggles in the dirt. She stops drawing, tilts her head and then smiles. She then looks at the camera and addresses it.)
Ves: So you might be asking yourselves, what this (indicates the area she is in) has to do with my match against Min Jun. Believe me, I've been asking myself this same question since I started this. You know the answer I got when I finally voiced it? It was and I quote "You aren't going to win at Sin You just aren't good enough for him so you might as well have fun and make a story." This is the editor in the production truck of ROW saying this. I would have stuck my fist so far down his throats for saying that but I didn’t. I’m a lady. I can control my emotions. I mean, this IS Min Jun we are talking about here. One wrong move, one false step and I may as well be staring at the lights. But I'm not going to jinx myself and say that outloud because that may just happen. So we thought about it and this was the story he and I came up with. I figure, I might as well be entertaining. But I’m serious when I say this. I WILL win because I have the WILL to win.
(She looks at the sun for a moment, then looks back at the camera and stands up holstering her bowie knife.)
V: See, Jun, all that jumping of teams, beating up people and winning open battle royals with no other competitors, just goes to show you how far you can go in this company without really doing anything at all. You are absolutely right, Min, there are no rules, no formalites here in ROW. Last month I was just another exhibition match here in ROW. Just another newcomer. Just another lowly on the totem pole. Yet, thanks to you gaining the title from Pettis and Lockhart, I am now in a match for the title you have around your waist. And people who do the hard work here like Jessie Lee and Talia Skye, get put on the back burner. Sucks to be them.
(she shrugs, pauses and looks around)
Ok so, you're right, every time I'm on discord, I talk and I don't make much sense. But this is different. But why would this be any different? Because NOW, you face me, for YOUR title. THAT is what makes this different. You and I are not that different from each other. (pauses as if to think) No scratch that. We are very different. We both came from Korea. That is the only similarity. What you see in me, you stole from the neighbors when you were a kid. You see me as a target. What I see in you: you're the reason why my father put me in Tae Kwon Do and martial arts. To protect myself from gutter rats like you.
(She takes a sip of water from a canteen she has at her belt. She swirls the water a bit as her ire and fury rise)
You think I'm just some blonde airhead, just another easy target to take out. No, Pettis was an easy target. Lockhart was an easy target. You disposed of both of them handily. Now you don't see me really as anything other than eye candy. I'm ok with that. You underestimate me. I'm ok with that. Because what you don't know, will hurt you. But you won't know it until you are staring at the lights on the ceiling.
(Her fury fading, ire falling, she takes another swig of water. It's hot here in Dallas.)
You think you are the Robin Hood of... whatever ROW is. You must think then, that I'm King John. No.... this isn't a fairy tale Jun, this is real life. And in real life, EVIL always wins. Not that I'm evil or anything.
(She smally shrugs and watches as the hound dog from before comes waddling her way. She continues.)
Ok, maybe I'm a bit evil. Nothing like Talia is. I'm not Jessie Lee, I'm not trying to "act" like a rebel. I'm not this goody two shoes like Maggie Lockhart was. Or even this English nobody that was Pettis. I'm not any of those. I'm a different monster.
(She smiles evilly)
And yes, I AM a monster. I am a cowboy/renegade/outlaw. I am a pirate. "Take what you want, give nothing back." I am a dictator. Once I get your title, I WILL rule this federation with an iron hand. I'm the monster that goes bump in the night. (pauses) Not really but you get my drift. I'm the person you stood up too in your little New York neighborhood. Or tried to. Here, is where, your reality ends. Here is where my story begins. See, in this world, in this reality, in this story, Robin Hood doesn't win. Evil Queen Vespertine takes what she wants and gives nothing back. There is nothing you can do or say to prove otherwise. I'm quite simply better than you. Always was, always will be. Why is this?
(She looks at her painted nails, gives a snarky and sideways glance, then squats again to pet the blood hound who sniffs her hands. Tail wagging, he is satisfied with what he smells.)
Go ahead and ask I have time. (gets serious) Now listen up, Jun, this is where we get serious. You think you have that title and you think you are going to keep that title. But you are nowhere near the calibre of wrestler I am. And you will by no means, try to keep me from achieveing my goal: that of being World Champion here in ROW. You think playing whatever part you are playing now is going to allow you to keep that title of yours. You're wrong. Dead wrong. I'm here. And I really don't care what a pretty little boy toy you are, I don't care who you have in your stable. I don't care who your fans are, who your friends are, who your enemies are. I'm here. I'm not going away because you have what I want and there is nothing, absolutely nothing, you can say or do that will change the fact that when I walk out of Sin, I WILL walk out the champion. I won't give you my catchphrase, that won't work on you. I need you to take me seriously about this, I won't give you my catchphrase. Because, this match, is important. This match will show that I'm the best this federation has to offer. You and I are the best this federation has to offer. Not the Skyes, not Ryan, not Lee, not Pettis, not Lockhart. But you and I. And when I get that title, you will know, I am Vespertine and I am, quite simply.... THE BEST.
(She gets out her six shooter and twirls it, then holsters it. She gives the camera the wink, then walks back into the stable followed by the hound dog. Camera fades to black)
(RP word count: 2,990)
Date/Time: Early 1870's?, 2PM
Outfit: 
Background song: (play while reading)
"Showdown in a Western Town"
(….Camera cuts to shot of a pair of brown boots from the lone figure walking down the street. The boots have several spurs on the back of them so when the figure steps down, the spurs jangle. The camera cuts shot…)
(Camera cuts to shot of the inside of the saloon. The piano man is playing vigorously in the corner of the saloon. It’s your basic wild west saloon. The saloon seems to be crowded today as every table is taken and one group plays poker at a table nearest the bar. The barkeep is currently looking at the damaged window and shaking his head. Camera cuts shot…)
(…Camera cuts to shot of that same pair of boots walking down the street. A 10 year boy sits on the stoop of the building across the street and as one of the boots steps into the dust, he gets up and runs inside the building. The boots keep on walking. Camera cuts shot…)
(The camera cuts to shot of inside the saloon, people are laughing and having a good time. The barkeeper, having given up on the window, has gone back to behind the bar and is again serving drinks. A woman dressed as a dancer has taken up residence beside the piano and is laughing and drinking with the piano man who is still playing vigorously. A shadow appears through the swinging doors at the entrance. Camera cuts shot…)
(Camera cuts to shot of the swinging doors and the top of a black felt cowboy hat just over the doors. The brown boots, now connected to a pair of legs are seen below the swinging doors. Slowly the doors open and Vespertine walks in. She has on a red bandana over her face but she takes that off when she steps through the door. All noise and movement in the room seems to stop when she steps through the door. She looks around slowly and the barkeeper asks her something from behind the bar. He also looks like he is getting ready to grab the rifle under the bar. An old hound dog in the corner by the piano lifts his head as well to look at her.)
BK: Can I help you stranger?
V: I’m looking for someone.
BK: Who exactly are you looking fer, maam?
(Vespertine holds up a wanted poster with the words “Min Jun: on it and the words “Dead or Alive” printed very large under it.)
V: You seen him?
BK: Is he an outlaw from around here? Come to think of it, I think I seen him. Just the other day. In the bank.
Vespertine: Already scoping out the place I see. (She shrugs, her shoulders going up and down) I need to figure out his next move and take him out before he does anymore damage
(The barkeeper is about to say something when there is commotion out in the street and someone calls out to her. She sighs and rolls up the poster and looks over her shoulder. She then puts her bandana back up and turns around slowly and goes out in the street. Everyone that is left in the saloon looks at each other for a second. The hound dog in the corner lifts his head again. A second later the entire saloon jumps into action and there is a mad scramble as everyone follows her out. The hound dog shuffles up, tail wagging, wanders out the door. The camera cuts shot…
(…The Camera cuts to shot of her in the middle of the street and an over the shoulder shot shows she is facing the town sheriff.
(The camera cuts to shot of a side view of both people in the street and everyone else looking from the wooden veranda outside the saloon. On the other side of the street a few people that weren't in the saloon have gathered on the porch of the building.)
V: Are you who I’m looking for?
(The sheriff slowly looks up and at her. Someone on the porch takes out a harmonica and plays the Good, the Bad and the Ugly. The piano player joins in. The sheriff looks at the barkeep and the barkeep goes in and tells the piano player to shut up. He comes back out.)
Sheriff: Probably. Probably not. But the way you is dressed and the way you is asking questions, I feel trouble just came into town. Now what’s your name, lad?
(Vespertine looks down, then looks up at the sun, sighs and then pulls the bandana away from her mouth to reveal her face. She takes off her hat and hangs it via string around her throat. The harmonica players plays the tune of "DUH DAHHHH!" holding the last note. The sheriff just looks at the player and he mumbles a sorry.)
Sheriff: Sorry. I thought you was a young man. We don’t get too many strangers around these parts asking questions. We don’t get too many female gunslingers around these parts either. (he looks closer at her) And we don’t get many of them squinty eyed ones either. Whatcha doing out here so far away from the orient.
Vespertine: Sheriff, you may be on the side of all that is good and just but I swear, you call me a squinty eye again I will take my pistol and shoot you full of holes right where you stand without any warning or provocation.
(She turns to face the crowd on the steps.)
V: I didn't come looking for trouble. But I'm on the search for something. What I am looking for is in this town. There is an outlaw here by the name of Min Jun. He has a bounty and I aim to collect. I’m coming from the California Territory and I know I’m in Dallas. Do any of you good citizens know where I can find a stable. My horse needs a little rest. And then I need to find Ft. Worth.
(For a while nobody answers her and a small dust devil gets caught up in the wind and goes by. She continues to look around at all the people. A smallish boy wearing suspenders to hold up his large pants, a white button down shirt and not much else finally speaks up.)
Boy: Up the road a bit. You might want to catch a ride there.
Vespertine: Is there a telegram station around here?
(An older gentlemen who looks to be the boy’s father speaks up.)
Man: No, the nearest telegram station from here is in Denver to the North, a good 2 days ride or El Paso a 3 days ride West of here. They might have one at Ft. Worth just up the road. We think. (the crowd mumbles agreement) I mean I haven't been there in a while.
Sheriff: Miss… Uh…. Do you plan to take him by yourself?
(she gives a great sigh again and puts her cowboy hat back on. She turns her head to look at the sheriff over her shoulder.)
V: The name is Vespertine, Sheriff, and I’m better with a 6 shooter than I look. But if you are offering some help, I could always use a good fighter standing by my side. This outlaw is plenty tough and I aim to take the bounty either dead or alive, either me or him. If you can shelter me for the night, then I’d be much obliged and will be off by tomorrow morning scouting around.
(He tips his hat in response to her and everyone disperses. She goes over and talks to the sheriff a few minutes before he goes off and then she goes to her horse and walks him to the nearest stable. A couple of men are waiting for her.)
V: Zeke, Joe. We are in Dallas. Ft. Worth is just up the road.
Zeke: If that is the one we passed it didn't look much like a fort to me.
V: I know right. But the Sheriff tells me that the belt they have are in the Dallas Bank of Texas. I need you two to ride out and scout out the situation.
Joe: There is some cliffs just to the south of town which I think there are caves in if I remember correctly. Last time I was here was nigh over 15 years ago.
V: Good. Get going you two. Jackson should be coming with reinforcements anytime now. I told him to meet us there. I'm going to stay here for the night so they don't get suspicious. If Jun is as tough as he looks...
(She lets the rest of the sentence drift away in the wind. She nods her and they both tip their hats to her and both men mount. The camera fades to black)
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Scene II
Place: Ft. Worth, Tx
Time: An hour later
Date: Same
Outfit: Same
Background Music: Same
(The camera fades from black to a scene outside the entrance of the stable. Vespertine comes walking out. She looks at the sun, then produces a huge bowie knife from somewhere and squats down and draws squiggles in the dirt. She stops drawing, tilts her head and then smiles. She then looks at the camera and addresses it.)
Ves: So you might be asking yourselves, what this (indicates the area she is in) has to do with my match against Min Jun. Believe me, I've been asking myself this same question since I started this. You know the answer I got when I finally voiced it? It was and I quote "You aren't going to win at Sin You just aren't good enough for him so you might as well have fun and make a story." This is the editor in the production truck of ROW saying this. I would have stuck my fist so far down his throats for saying that but I didn’t. I’m a lady. I can control my emotions. I mean, this IS Min Jun we are talking about here. One wrong move, one false step and I may as well be staring at the lights. But I'm not going to jinx myself and say that outloud because that may just happen. So we thought about it and this was the story he and I came up with. I figure, I might as well be entertaining. But I’m serious when I say this. I WILL win because I have the WILL to win.
(She looks at the sun for a moment, then looks back at the camera and stands up holstering her bowie knife.)
V: See, Jun, all that jumping of teams, beating up people and winning open battle royals with no other competitors, just goes to show you how far you can go in this company without really doing anything at all. You are absolutely right, Min, there are no rules, no formalites here in ROW. Last month I was just another exhibition match here in ROW. Just another newcomer. Just another lowly on the totem pole. Yet, thanks to you gaining the title from Pettis and Lockhart, I am now in a match for the title you have around your waist. And people who do the hard work here like Jessie Lee and Talia Skye, get put on the back burner. Sucks to be them.
(she shrugs, pauses and looks around)
Ok so, you're right, every time I'm on discord, I talk and I don't make much sense. But this is different. But why would this be any different? Because NOW, you face me, for YOUR title. THAT is what makes this different. You and I are not that different from each other. (pauses as if to think) No scratch that. We are very different. We both came from Korea. That is the only similarity. What you see in me, you stole from the neighbors when you were a kid. You see me as a target. What I see in you: you're the reason why my father put me in Tae Kwon Do and martial arts. To protect myself from gutter rats like you.
(She takes a sip of water from a canteen she has at her belt. She swirls the water a bit as her ire and fury rise)
You think I'm just some blonde airhead, just another easy target to take out. No, Pettis was an easy target. Lockhart was an easy target. You disposed of both of them handily. Now you don't see me really as anything other than eye candy. I'm ok with that. You underestimate me. I'm ok with that. Because what you don't know, will hurt you. But you won't know it until you are staring at the lights on the ceiling.
(Her fury fading, ire falling, she takes another swig of water. It's hot here in Dallas.)
You think you are the Robin Hood of... whatever ROW is. You must think then, that I'm King John. No.... this isn't a fairy tale Jun, this is real life. And in real life, EVIL always wins. Not that I'm evil or anything.
(She smally shrugs and watches as the hound dog from before comes waddling her way. She continues.)
Ok, maybe I'm a bit evil. Nothing like Talia is. I'm not Jessie Lee, I'm not trying to "act" like a rebel. I'm not this goody two shoes like Maggie Lockhart was. Or even this English nobody that was Pettis. I'm not any of those. I'm a different monster.
(She smiles evilly)
And yes, I AM a monster. I am a cowboy/renegade/outlaw. I am a pirate. "Take what you want, give nothing back." I am a dictator. Once I get your title, I WILL rule this federation with an iron hand. I'm the monster that goes bump in the night. (pauses) Not really but you get my drift. I'm the person you stood up too in your little New York neighborhood. Or tried to. Here, is where, your reality ends. Here is where my story begins. See, in this world, in this reality, in this story, Robin Hood doesn't win. Evil Queen Vespertine takes what she wants and gives nothing back. There is nothing you can do or say to prove otherwise. I'm quite simply better than you. Always was, always will be. Why is this?
(She looks at her painted nails, gives a snarky and sideways glance, then squats again to pet the blood hound who sniffs her hands. Tail wagging, he is satisfied with what he smells.)
Go ahead and ask I have time. (gets serious) Now listen up, Jun, this is where we get serious. You think you have that title and you think you are going to keep that title. But you are nowhere near the calibre of wrestler I am. And you will by no means, try to keep me from achieveing my goal: that of being World Champion here in ROW. You think playing whatever part you are playing now is going to allow you to keep that title of yours. You're wrong. Dead wrong. I'm here. And I really don't care what a pretty little boy toy you are, I don't care who you have in your stable. I don't care who your fans are, who your friends are, who your enemies are. I'm here. I'm not going away because you have what I want and there is nothing, absolutely nothing, you can say or do that will change the fact that when I walk out of Sin, I WILL walk out the champion. I won't give you my catchphrase, that won't work on you. I need you to take me seriously about this, I won't give you my catchphrase. Because, this match, is important. This match will show that I'm the best this federation has to offer. You and I are the best this federation has to offer. Not the Skyes, not Ryan, not Lee, not Pettis, not Lockhart. But you and I. And when I get that title, you will know, I am Vespertine and I am, quite simply.... THE BEST.
(She gets out her six shooter and twirls it, then holsters it. She gives the camera the wink, then walks back into the stable followed by the hound dog. Camera fades to black)
"Gimme fuel, gimme fire. Gimme that which I desire." - Metallica
