Post by Joshua Dane on Mar 3, 2015 17:17:19 GMT -6
(It's Dark in the room where our scene opens. Isolated. A blue glow illuminates things just enough to make them visible.As the camera pans around the room we see a computer station with multiple monitors. The various screens streaming a multitude of information. One is clearly of the GZG 24/7. Another A global New Network. Another screen just shows a map and a dot that is clearly someone being tracked. The camera continues to lurk around the mysterious lair and passes over an open cabinet. The Contents: A Longsword, Throwing Knives, Two Eskrima Sticks, and A Leather Bullwhip. The camera then turns and we see a case holding a uniform of sorts. Black Pants, Boots, A tactical Vest, and Gauntlets. Bright lights floods the room as a door opens. Tamer is walking down a set of stairs.)
Tamer: I have not been in the room in a very long time... I though the next time I returned would be to say a final goodbye and lay all of this to rest.
(Tamer takes in a deep breath as he walks over to the computer station. He eyes the tracking screen meaningfully and smirks.)
Tamer: Keep going my love, we will meet sometime down the line.
(Tamer walks over to the equipment cabinet and reaches for the whip pulling it from the its place. He grips the handle. and slowly walks over to an open area in the room. Six feet from where he is standing there is a candle on a pedestal. Tamer walks slowly over to it and grabs a match sitting next to it. As he strikes it he takes in a deep breath and puts the flame to the wick. He slowly paces away from the burning candle and as he reaches the six foot mark he quickly unravels The Whip and turns as he cracks it. The tail strikes the flame perfectly and extinguishing the flame.)
Tamer: Good.
(Tamer walks back over to the equipment cabinet but rather then returning the whip or grabbing another weapon he opens and reaches into the cabinet beneath. Pulling out a duffle bag. He inserts the whip and then makes his way over the the case containing the aforementioned outfit. As he opens the case he looks over the outfit and takes account that everything is there. He begins to move the contents into his duffle bag. After he has completed this task he looks around the room.)
Tamer: Once More Unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or Close the wall with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
(Tamer heads up the stairs as we fade to black)
Tamer: I have not been in the room in a very long time... I though the next time I returned would be to say a final goodbye and lay all of this to rest.
(Tamer takes in a deep breath as he walks over to the computer station. He eyes the tracking screen meaningfully and smirks.)
Tamer: Keep going my love, we will meet sometime down the line.
(Tamer walks over to the equipment cabinet and reaches for the whip pulling it from the its place. He grips the handle. and slowly walks over to an open area in the room. Six feet from where he is standing there is a candle on a pedestal. Tamer walks slowly over to it and grabs a match sitting next to it. As he strikes it he takes in a deep breath and puts the flame to the wick. He slowly paces away from the burning candle and as he reaches the six foot mark he quickly unravels The Whip and turns as he cracks it. The tail strikes the flame perfectly and extinguishing the flame.)
Tamer: Good.
(Tamer walks back over to the equipment cabinet but rather then returning the whip or grabbing another weapon he opens and reaches into the cabinet beneath. Pulling out a duffle bag. He inserts the whip and then makes his way over the the case containing the aforementioned outfit. As he opens the case he looks over the outfit and takes account that everything is there. He begins to move the contents into his duffle bag. After he has completed this task he looks around the room.)
Tamer: Once More Unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or Close the wall with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
(Tamer heads up the stairs as we fade to black)
