int. front seat of car. night
three men are sitting in a car. their faces are lit only by a streetlight above them. the driver and passenger are both wearing black. a man in the backseat is smoking.
BACKSEAT
Chill out dawg. You know what he had me doing on my first job? Shootin' dogs.
PASSANGER
What?
BACKSEAT
Fuckin' vicious ass dogs man. My first day on the job we roll up to this shady junkyard type place;
BACKSEAT signals to surroundings
makes here look like Disney land. MAGDEM hands me a .45 and tells me to cap anything that growls. So I hop this fence and the second my feet hit the dirt I hear growlin' and chains draggin' on the ground, but I couldn't see shit, right? So I go to jump back over the fence and they all just run at me at once; I could hear em'. One bit my fuckin shoe and almost pulled me back down
DRIVER smiles.
but I shake it off just barely and make it over; new Jordans, trashed. I click on this little light I had with me and probably 20 dogs, no shit, hit this rusty chain link fence simultaneously; I thought they were gonna take the thing down. Really, it's not even fair to call them dogs, more like bears. It would be like if Cujo fucked the dog from Sandlot and their love child fucked a bear. 20 of those. I mean I just got over that fence nigga.
PASSANGER
Than what?
BACKSEAT
I shot em' all, as per requested. I had to reload there were so many. You have never seen so much blood in your life. So the morale of that tale is for you to relax, you got it easy.
PASSANGER
I'm great.
DRIVER turns on a police SCANNER. it crackles and beeps to life. DRIVER signals to BACKSEAT.
DRIVER
Call them now.
BACKSEAT pulls out a walkie talkie
BACKSEAT
We all good, do it now.
WALKIE
You got it.
all is silent for about 30 seconds. you can see the dimly illuminated faces of everyone in the car. lots of small pops are heard in the distance.
SCANNER
We have multiple shots fired at 47th and west end. All available officers please respond.
DRIVER
Go.
I'm new at using CELTX so excuse me if some of the formatting is wrong.
The basic premise of the story is about a man who breaks into a warehouse to steal cash from a safe. He is caught by the guard (an evil man) He gets both his arms cut off with a machete and is left for dead. His gang finds him moments later near death and bring him back to an auto shop. They can't bring him to the hospital because he is wanted, so they decide to build him a pair of robotic arms using the tools from the autoshop. This is the story so far; it's still in very early stages of development.
three men are sitting in a car. their faces are lit only by a streetlight above them. the driver and passenger are both wearing black. a man in the backseat is smoking.
BACKSEAT
Chill out dawg. You know what he had me doing on my first job? Shootin' dogs.
PASSANGER
What?
BACKSEAT
Fuckin' vicious ass dogs man. My first day on the job we roll up to this shady junkyard type place;
BACKSEAT signals to surroundings
makes here look like Disney land. MAGDEM hands me a .45 and tells me to cap anything that growls. So I hop this fence and the second my feet hit the dirt I hear growlin' and chains draggin' on the ground, but I couldn't see shit, right? So I go to jump back over the fence and they all just run at me at once; I could hear em'. One bit my fuckin shoe and almost pulled me back down
DRIVER smiles.
but I shake it off just barely and make it over; new Jordans, trashed. I click on this little light I had with me and probably 20 dogs, no shit, hit this rusty chain link fence simultaneously; I thought they were gonna take the thing down. Really, it's not even fair to call them dogs, more like bears. It would be like if Cujo fucked the dog from Sandlot and their love child fucked a bear. 20 of those. I mean I just got over that fence nigga.
PASSANGER
Than what?
BACKSEAT
I shot em' all, as per requested. I had to reload there were so many. You have never seen so much blood in your life. So the morale of that tale is for you to relax, you got it easy.
PASSANGER
I'm great.
DRIVER turns on a police SCANNER. it crackles and beeps to life. DRIVER signals to BACKSEAT.
DRIVER
Call them now.
BACKSEAT pulls out a walkie talkie
BACKSEAT
We all good, do it now.
WALKIE
You got it.
all is silent for about 30 seconds. you can see the dimly illuminated faces of everyone in the car. lots of small pops are heard in the distance.
SCANNER
We have multiple shots fired at 47th and west end. All available officers please respond.
DRIVER
Go.
I'm new at using CELTX so excuse me if some of the formatting is wrong.
The basic premise of the story is about a man who breaks into a warehouse to steal cash from a safe. He is caught by the guard (an evil man) He gets both his arms cut off with a machete and is left for dead. His gang finds him moments later near death and bring him back to an auto shop. They can't bring him to the hospital because he is wanted, so they decide to build him a pair of robotic arms using the tools from the autoshop. This is the story so far; it's still in very early stages of development.
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