Post by raynesnoir on Jun 19, 2007 17:27:18 GMT 10
Teaser:
Blank screen. Text: Jeff Cutier; 2:43am, San Diego, California, USA.
The front gates of Sea World, San Diego. It’s dark outside and there appears to be no one inside. The lights are all out, and the park appears calm.
Cut to:
A young man, Jeff Cutier, wearing tight jeans, converse shoes, and a red workers vest. He takes the vest off to show a “My Chemical Romance” shirt underneath. He takes out a small video camera and places it next to him. The glow of the tank next to him shimmers on him.
Jeff: Hello viewers of my podcast. I feel that my world has been spiraling downward into a black hole of despair.
He pauses and looks at the camera funny.
Jeff: Is this thing on?
He picks it up and looks at the camera. He presses a button and a red light on the front goes on. He places the camera down.
Jeff: Hello viewers of my podcast. I feel that my world has been spiraling downward into a black hole of despair.
He pauses and starts to cry.
Jeff: I’m hurting, you know? I’m hurting inside and I don’t know how to stop it. It’s just so hard to work with the dolphins all day! They are so cheerful in their tanks with their fish and hoops to jump through, but they are so trapped!
The camera falls over. Jeff stops for a second and places it back in the right position. Then he resumes crying.
Jeff: They have restraints! They can’t ever leave! They can’t just walk out the park like the rest of us. But they still remain so happy - So happy and ignorant!
Jeff takes out a knife.
Jeff: It makes me want to just die sometimes, you know? It hurts so much; the dolphins. How carefree they are when they are really just here for a show! It makes me wonder if we’re just here for show! Are we just behind some big glass wall being watched?
Jeff takes the knife to his wrist.
Jeff: If so, then here’s a message to our viewers! Your entertainment is in pain!
He pulls it along his wrist, causing a rapture in the skin. He bleeds a little until he gets close to his hand. At that point the blood begins to gush out. Jeff doesn’t notice and keeps talking.
Jeff: My life is slowly being released from my body now.
He looks down and sees his wrist gushing blood. He stands up in shock, dropping his knife. Despair appears from the shadows as Jeff falls backwards.
Jeff: Shit!
Despair walks next to him and puts her hook ring through her bottom lip. He tries to wrap his wrist up, but is shaking too much to do so. He looks up and sees Despair. He freezes with fear.
Despair: I have been watching you, Jeff.
Jeff: The podcast?
Despair: Much more often then that.
Jeff: So you’re a stalker?
Despair smiles at him. He squeezes on his wrist now, trying to stop the bleeding. Despair kneels next to him.
Despair: You hit an artery, my sweet. My sister will come to collect you soon.
Jeff: Is your sister a paramedic or something?
Despair: Of the soul.
She grabs Jeff’s hand and puts it up to her naked breast. Jeff pulls away, edging to the end of the tank.
Jeff: Where are your clothes?
Despair grabs at him again and he edges back more, rolling into the tank. Despair stands up and watches him. Jeff is off screen.
Despair: I’m sorry, Jeffery.
Jeff’s screams can be heard as some blood and a hand fly from the side. Suddenly all noise stops. Despair bends down and picks up Jeff’s hand. Leora and Death appear beside her. Death greets her sister as Leora goes to the tank.
Death: What are you doing here, sister?
Despair: Your next appointment is one of mine.
Death: A suicide?
Despair: Oddly not.
Leora: That man was mauled by sharks!
Despair holds up his hand and gives it to her sister. Death takes it, holding it cautiously and a little disgusted.
Death: Lovely. We get our first shark related death of the year, and it’s not even in the open water.
Leora: There is a death mans body in the tank!
Death and Despair continue to ignore her.
Despair: I guess my work is done here.
Death: Will you be alright?
Despair: Am I ever?
Despair disappears. Death walks next to Leora and looks into the tank. Leora has her mouth wide open in shock.
Death: This is why I didn’t want to bring you here until after the attack.
Leora just pauses for a second.
Leora: I’m ok.
Death: This is by far one of the more interesting scenarios of shark suicide I’ve seen.
Leora: That man intended on getting eaten by sharks?
Death: That’s what the coroners will say.
Leora: Who would do that.
Death turns and points to Jeff, staring down at the sharks. Death walks over to him. Leora in trail.
Leora (mumbling): Of course it would be an emo.
Death: How are you?
Jeff: Was it the great white that did it? That would be so cliché. I hate cliché things.
Death looks into the tank between the different sharks. She points.
Death: I think it was the oceanic white tip over there. But it may have been the overweight lemon shark next to it.
Leora: You know their types?
Death: A lot more shark attacks result in death than you think, Leora.
Jeff looks at Leora.
Jeff: I like the hair.
Leora: You would, wouldn’t you.
Death: Don’t be hostel, Leora.
Leora: Well it’s people like him that made my job really annoying! The emo poetry causing me to argue with their parents that they need counseling!
Jeff: Poetry is what makes life so meaningful. The words change-
Leora: Oh please! All emo poems are the same! Slit my wrists and bleed the emotions out and undying love and all that crap!
Death: Leora-
Leora: I mean look at what being emo got you – dead!
Jeff: I didn’t mean to-
Leora: Don’t even try it! If every emo has to whine about death all day long, then they deserve to just go and die!
Jeff: I didn’t want to die! I never said I did!
Leora snatches the hand from Death.
Leora: See this? It’s a piece of you! You can’t tell me you went into a tank full of mistreated sharks with the intention to have a seafood picnic!
Jeff: I didn’t mean to come here! It was just the easiest place to spend time alone at three in the morning!
Leora: Sure.
Jeff: I work with the dolphins. The janitors don’t come in here because the sharks creep them out. I film my podcast.
Leora: You’re filming a podcast…
Jeff: About my life.
Leora: That’s worse than a blogger that begs for comments and attention!
Death: Leora! Enough! His death was an accident.
Leora stops and looks over to Jeff; her face red with embarrassment.
Leora: Oh… sorry.
Jeff: That’s alright, I guess…
Leora: Let’s go, shall we?
Leora walks away Death leans in to whisper to Jeff.
Death: I didn’t tell her about the knife.
Jeff: Thank you.
The three of them disappear. Despair reappears and grabs the camera.
End Teaser:
Theme Song: Animal I Have Become © Three Days Grace
Starring:
AJ Cook - Carmen White-Rayne
Tygh Runyan - Michael Duran
Laura Harris - Lily White
Drake Bell - Josh O’Malley
With Kyle Gallner as Hiero
And Michael Vartan as Arthur Rayne
Also Starring:
Teresa Cruz - Death of the Endless
Tilda Swinton - Scarlet
And Kate Beckinsale as Leora Byrne
Guest Starring:
Melissa McCarthy – Despair of the Endless
Alexis Bledel as Cynthia
Created by:
Alexander Brown
And Travis Truant-Simpson
Executive Producers:
Alexander Brown
Joseph Sessumes
And Travis Truant-Simpson
Written by:
Alexander Brown
And Joseph Sessumes
Original Concept by:
Joseph Sessumes
Based on: Buffy the Vampire Slayer © Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox, and The Sandman graphic novels © Neil Gaiman and DC Comics. No profit is made from this fanfiction.
In Association With: SORCERESS OF CRIMSON FALLS created by Travis Truant-Simpson, BROKEN DESTINY created by Joseph Sessumes, CHOSEN created by Heather, ASTA created by Irene Isaac, ROGUE REDEMPTION created by Amber Rose, SEASONS 8/9/6 created by Alex Hart, SHADOW STALKER created by Lex, and BIRDS OF PARADISE created by Skitty.