Lights, camera, slaughter part 1
Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2003 3:48 pm
So it begins. back to reality, this is gonna be a horror if anyone hadnt clicked on.... it has bad language but not much u have been warned.
?You do realise you talk bullshit?? asked Dorothy after Catherine had finished telling her partner her initial idea. ?The first scene would be impossible to do on our budget. We haven?t got the resources and to tell you to truth I doubt Relena would be willing to play the main role in this genre. She is best suited to more chick flicks, like boy meets girl etc.?
?This is what I?m talking about,? groaned Catherine, ?nobody would expect her to do this kind of film, it would be different. Don?t you see, if we want to pass this semester we have to do something so different that Mr Faulkner will be so amazed that it will win an Oscar.?
?Fine I?ll follow you but I really don?t like the idea of licking Silvia?s face.?
?When you are a star you?ll be expected to do more than that trust me. My idea, it?s to die for.?
Dorothy left Catherine?s dorm room and walked down the corridor she felt dissatisfied with Catherine?s idea. It didn?t feel right. The story line was very detailed which was true but she had only told her about thirty minutes of footage. With an uneasy feeling she pulled her jacket tighter around herself, left the quad and headed to her own sorority house, Gamma Beta. The autumn breeze felt cold against her face, and the wind blew her long blond hair over her face. She reached the door to be greeted by a fellow blond, Relena Darlian.
?Hello Dorothy what a fine day it is today wouldn?t you say?? she said flicking her hair over her shoulder.
?Yes Relena I do agree but it does seem slightly chilly.?
?A bit of cold wont do you any harm, but I cant talk I?m already late for my elocution lesson.?
?Mustn?t be late then, Relena.?
?I know Mr Kushrenada is going mad already about my poor pronunciation of words.?
?I think you talk fine.?
?Why thank you,?
?Your welcome Relena I?ll see you soon.?
?Yes you shall,?
Relena trotted off down the steps towards the small car park. Dorothy watched as she went to her Porsche and drove off out of the St Gabriels school of Performing Arts. Dorothy retiered to her own room and lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Relena had it all looks, money and a gorgeous boyfriend. What she didn?t have was talent. Dorothy knew Relena?s daddy had bought her a place at St Gabes. Dorothy?s family was not as affluent but Dorothy knew that she had won her place on pure hard work and genuine talent. This made her feel better, as she opened Stanislaski?s book, ?The System.? She had only flicked through a few pages when the phone rang. Dragging herself up she answered.
?Hello??
?Hi,? it was a male voice, ?is this Dorothy Catalonia??
?Yes this is she.?
?My name Quatre Rababera Winner.?
?Yes??? Dorothy had never heard of him before. ?Can I help you??
?I?m the stage director on your project with Catherine,?
?Oh right well shouldn?t you be talking to her??
?I can?t seem to get hold of her.?
?I?ve just been with her about twenty minutes ago.? Dorothy started to get worried. ?Maybe she went to the shop or something.? She tried to cover her anxiety in her voice.
?Maybe but if you see her just tell her I called. We?re having problems at the moment.?
?You?ve started already?? Dorothy?s mood went from concern to slight annoyance. ?She only told me the idea today.?
?Oh well I don?t know the finer details I?m just construction but we?ve been building for about four days now.?
?I?ll find her myself thank you good bye.? Dorothy slammed the phone down before he could reply. Dialling Catherine?s number she let it ring for about ten times, still no answer. Grabbing her coat she rushed out of Gamma Beta and back over to the quad. She reached Catherine?s door and knocked impatiently.
?Cathy we need to talk.? She called, still no answer. Knocking again, she waiting a few more moments before reaching for the door knob. Turning it she was surprised to find it unlocked. Pushing the door open slowly,
?Catherine are you OK?? pushing it fully open she followed the floor up to Catherine?s desk. She saw Catherine with her back to Dorothy slouched in the swivel chair. ?Catherine what are you playing at?? she walked up to her friend. ?I get a call saying that you have already started this without me and one more thing?? Dorothy turned the swivel chair around so she could look at her so called partner.
Dorothy?s scream was deafening. She wasn?t looking at her friend. Catherine?s face was slashed to bits, it was hanging off like ribbons a knife was stuck in her chest and blood was still pouring out. Dorothy fell backwards covering her mouth. She felt sick, her friend had to be dead, staggering to her feet she fled to get help. Running down to the ground floor to reception she hammered the glass.
?Help someone help me please.? The old lady walked slowly over to glass.
?Can I help you??
?Myfriendhasbeenmurderedyouhavetocallthepolicenow!!!? she yelled. Dorothy was panting and shaking.
?Calm down child what is the problem??
?MY FRIEND HAS BEEN MURDERED SHE IS IN ROOM 154 GET HELP NOW!!?
?Oh my?I?ll call security.? The old woman picked up the phone and called for security. Dorothy raced back to the room, nervously she opened the door. She didn?t want to see the body but she couldn?t just leave it. The swivel chair was empty the body was gone. It was as if the body had never been there. No blood marks no nothing. Dorothy stepped fully into the room, nothing had been touched. It didn?t make sense. She had not just imagined it. She had seen her. She had smelt the coppery smell of blood. Hearing the thud of heavy boots coming closer Dorothy could only stand there as security rushed in.
?You do realise you talk bullshit?? asked Dorothy after Catherine had finished telling her partner her initial idea. ?The first scene would be impossible to do on our budget. We haven?t got the resources and to tell you to truth I doubt Relena would be willing to play the main role in this genre. She is best suited to more chick flicks, like boy meets girl etc.?
?This is what I?m talking about,? groaned Catherine, ?nobody would expect her to do this kind of film, it would be different. Don?t you see, if we want to pass this semester we have to do something so different that Mr Faulkner will be so amazed that it will win an Oscar.?
?Fine I?ll follow you but I really don?t like the idea of licking Silvia?s face.?
?When you are a star you?ll be expected to do more than that trust me. My idea, it?s to die for.?
Dorothy left Catherine?s dorm room and walked down the corridor she felt dissatisfied with Catherine?s idea. It didn?t feel right. The story line was very detailed which was true but she had only told her about thirty minutes of footage. With an uneasy feeling she pulled her jacket tighter around herself, left the quad and headed to her own sorority house, Gamma Beta. The autumn breeze felt cold against her face, and the wind blew her long blond hair over her face. She reached the door to be greeted by a fellow blond, Relena Darlian.
?Hello Dorothy what a fine day it is today wouldn?t you say?? she said flicking her hair over her shoulder.
?Yes Relena I do agree but it does seem slightly chilly.?
?A bit of cold wont do you any harm, but I cant talk I?m already late for my elocution lesson.?
?Mustn?t be late then, Relena.?
?I know Mr Kushrenada is going mad already about my poor pronunciation of words.?
?I think you talk fine.?
?Why thank you,?
?Your welcome Relena I?ll see you soon.?
?Yes you shall,?
Relena trotted off down the steps towards the small car park. Dorothy watched as she went to her Porsche and drove off out of the St Gabriels school of Performing Arts. Dorothy retiered to her own room and lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Relena had it all looks, money and a gorgeous boyfriend. What she didn?t have was talent. Dorothy knew Relena?s daddy had bought her a place at St Gabes. Dorothy?s family was not as affluent but Dorothy knew that she had won her place on pure hard work and genuine talent. This made her feel better, as she opened Stanislaski?s book, ?The System.? She had only flicked through a few pages when the phone rang. Dragging herself up she answered.
?Hello??
?Hi,? it was a male voice, ?is this Dorothy Catalonia??
?Yes this is she.?
?My name Quatre Rababera Winner.?
?Yes??? Dorothy had never heard of him before. ?Can I help you??
?I?m the stage director on your project with Catherine,?
?Oh right well shouldn?t you be talking to her??
?I can?t seem to get hold of her.?
?I?ve just been with her about twenty minutes ago.? Dorothy started to get worried. ?Maybe she went to the shop or something.? She tried to cover her anxiety in her voice.
?Maybe but if you see her just tell her I called. We?re having problems at the moment.?
?You?ve started already?? Dorothy?s mood went from concern to slight annoyance. ?She only told me the idea today.?
?Oh well I don?t know the finer details I?m just construction but we?ve been building for about four days now.?
?I?ll find her myself thank you good bye.? Dorothy slammed the phone down before he could reply. Dialling Catherine?s number she let it ring for about ten times, still no answer. Grabbing her coat she rushed out of Gamma Beta and back over to the quad. She reached Catherine?s door and knocked impatiently.
?Cathy we need to talk.? She called, still no answer. Knocking again, she waiting a few more moments before reaching for the door knob. Turning it she was surprised to find it unlocked. Pushing the door open slowly,
?Catherine are you OK?? pushing it fully open she followed the floor up to Catherine?s desk. She saw Catherine with her back to Dorothy slouched in the swivel chair. ?Catherine what are you playing at?? she walked up to her friend. ?I get a call saying that you have already started this without me and one more thing?? Dorothy turned the swivel chair around so she could look at her so called partner.
Dorothy?s scream was deafening. She wasn?t looking at her friend. Catherine?s face was slashed to bits, it was hanging off like ribbons a knife was stuck in her chest and blood was still pouring out. Dorothy fell backwards covering her mouth. She felt sick, her friend had to be dead, staggering to her feet she fled to get help. Running down to the ground floor to reception she hammered the glass.
?Help someone help me please.? The old lady walked slowly over to glass.
?Can I help you??
?Myfriendhasbeenmurderedyouhavetocallthepolicenow!!!? she yelled. Dorothy was panting and shaking.
?Calm down child what is the problem??
?MY FRIEND HAS BEEN MURDERED SHE IS IN ROOM 154 GET HELP NOW!!?
?Oh my?I?ll call security.? The old woman picked up the phone and called for security. Dorothy raced back to the room, nervously she opened the door. She didn?t want to see the body but she couldn?t just leave it. The swivel chair was empty the body was gone. It was as if the body had never been there. No blood marks no nothing. Dorothy stepped fully into the room, nothing had been touched. It didn?t make sense. She had not just imagined it. She had seen her. She had smelt the coppery smell of blood. Hearing the thud of heavy boots coming closer Dorothy could only stand there as security rushed in.