2 winner to the Killing Scenes Contest:
1 for written scene alone
1 for song choice alone
They do not at all go togethor, but I can picture that
scene written by monkeysee, and it could be some haunting shit.
And the Tom Waits track TinyE picked out still rings in my head... there could be a very depressing killing scene to that, maybe similiar to his, butwith a little more detail.
So here are the winners:
monkeysee:
She stepped onto the cold dark streets, the flame of
the street lamps causing eerie shadows to stretch all
around her. She didn't fear the rumors of a murderer
roaming the streets of Boston, and no one would miss
the dark haired orphan girl should her body turn up in
the same manner as the others. She knew her
destination and briskly moved there, stalking through
alley ways that she knew well, and at one point called
home.
She let herself in the back door of Mr. Tiernnen's
shop and followed the noise he created to his office.
Her movement startled the elderly man and he jumped at
his desk, growling when he saw the small girl.
"What are you doing here? Don't you know there's a
murderer running about?"
"I do." She smiled innocently and bounced towards the
edge of his desk, just tall enough to peer over the
top of it.
"Go home. Oh, that's right, you're the orphan." He
then paused thoughtfully, "I thought Ms. Warren was
watching after you? "
"She is. But I'd like to speak to you."
"Go on, make it quick, I have shoes to repair."
The little girl grit her teeth in disgust as she
watched him. He wasn't a good man, he didn't even look
at her as he spoke.
"My friend Victoria told me, that her mother told her
that she saw you beating up Twinkle with a broom."
"Twinkle?" The old man did look up now, his overgrown
eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "That fat tom cat that
keeps leaving his catches on my front steps? Yes I
did, they need to keep that thing tethered, my
customers do not appreciated having to walk over the
bodies of rats when entering my shop."
Sadness touched her voice as she tried to appeal to
the old man. "He's only leaving you presents."
"Some present, he's driving my business away. And if I
ever catch him he'll get far worse then a beating with
a broom," he said threateningly, cold gray eyes
burning into hers for a moment before returning to his
work.
She wasn't frightened, she expected this from him and
the smallest of blades slide free of the rags that her
hands had been wrapped in.
[music]
The old man payed her no mind as she circled around
him. "Why are you so mean?"
"I'm old.. I've no reason to be nice. Now get home
before the murderer catches you." He said without
looking up. The girl paused just to the left of him,
quietly watching, calculating. She could see the rush
of blood below aged skin, the coloring of his arteries
not hard to pick out. She focused on its movement,
pinpointing it. Just as he became curious of her
silence and glaring dark gaze, those cold pools of
gray finally glancing to her from the corner of his
eye, she jerked forward. The blade was thrust into his
throat, and pulled to the side. She expertly avoided
the spray of blood and his flailing arms, stepping
away as he fell backwards on his stool.
[end]
She watched as he struggled with the pooling blood,
but he was old, she knew he wouldn't overcome it. His
eyes glazed over and she paused to wipe the blade
against his shoulder before finding her way out the
back of the shop again, fat flakes of snow just
beginning their descent.
TinyE:
Tom Waits Innocent when you Dream
They both get some kick shit SG wall art and the custom murder mix.
Congratulations assholes, and well done to everyone else who submitted. You rocked it, but I only have so much shit to give away.
1 for written scene alone
1 for song choice alone
They do not at all go togethor, but I can picture that
scene written by monkeysee, and it could be some haunting shit.
And the Tom Waits track TinyE picked out still rings in my head... there could be a very depressing killing scene to that, maybe similiar to his, butwith a little more detail.
So here are the winners:
monkeysee:
She stepped onto the cold dark streets, the flame of
the street lamps causing eerie shadows to stretch all
around her. She didn't fear the rumors of a murderer
roaming the streets of Boston, and no one would miss
the dark haired orphan girl should her body turn up in
the same manner as the others. She knew her
destination and briskly moved there, stalking through
alley ways that she knew well, and at one point called
home.
She let herself in the back door of Mr. Tiernnen's
shop and followed the noise he created to his office.
Her movement startled the elderly man and he jumped at
his desk, growling when he saw the small girl.
"What are you doing here? Don't you know there's a
murderer running about?"
"I do." She smiled innocently and bounced towards the
edge of his desk, just tall enough to peer over the
top of it.
"Go home. Oh, that's right, you're the orphan." He
then paused thoughtfully, "I thought Ms. Warren was
watching after you? "
"She is. But I'd like to speak to you."
"Go on, make it quick, I have shoes to repair."
The little girl grit her teeth in disgust as she
watched him. He wasn't a good man, he didn't even look
at her as he spoke.
"My friend Victoria told me, that her mother told her
that she saw you beating up Twinkle with a broom."
"Twinkle?" The old man did look up now, his overgrown
eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "That fat tom cat that
keeps leaving his catches on my front steps? Yes I
did, they need to keep that thing tethered, my
customers do not appreciated having to walk over the
bodies of rats when entering my shop."
Sadness touched her voice as she tried to appeal to
the old man. "He's only leaving you presents."
"Some present, he's driving my business away. And if I
ever catch him he'll get far worse then a beating with
a broom," he said threateningly, cold gray eyes
burning into hers for a moment before returning to his
work.
She wasn't frightened, she expected this from him and
the smallest of blades slide free of the rags that her
hands had been wrapped in.
[music]
The old man payed her no mind as she circled around
him. "Why are you so mean?"
"I'm old.. I've no reason to be nice. Now get home
before the murderer catches you." He said without
looking up. The girl paused just to the left of him,
quietly watching, calculating. She could see the rush
of blood below aged skin, the coloring of his arteries
not hard to pick out. She focused on its movement,
pinpointing it. Just as he became curious of her
silence and glaring dark gaze, those cold pools of
gray finally glancing to her from the corner of his
eye, she jerked forward. The blade was thrust into his
throat, and pulled to the side. She expertly avoided
the spray of blood and his flailing arms, stepping
away as he fell backwards on his stool.
[end]
She watched as he struggled with the pooling blood,
but he was old, she knew he wouldn't overcome it. His
eyes glazed over and she paused to wipe the blade
against his shoulder before finding her way out the
back of the shop again, fat flakes of snow just
beginning their descent.
TinyE:
Tom Waits Innocent when you Dream
They both get some kick shit SG wall art and the custom murder mix.
Congratulations assholes, and well done to everyone else who submitted. You rocked it, but I only have so much shit to give away.
monkeysee:
