The reason I got no sleep yet. And STILL not fucking done. Well here it is, not yet published, or even edited or finalized---OOOO! SPOILERS!
[Vetas website homepage, with 3 large profile pictures as the focal point. In one she sports blonde hair with faded dyes, topless, and wears nothing but sunglasses and a plastic toroidal chain around her neck. Her arms are behind her head as she is posing. Glare of a cheap spotlight gleams off the shades. In the second picture, she has her normal purple and blue hair and holds a small blade to her neck as she looks off camera nonchalantly. 3rd picture shows her wearing her peaked cap with deep red hair and she is sticking out a bleeding tongue, biting it with a grin.]
CAPTION: No one knows much about Veta Rose Sidorov; where she is from; or if half of what she says is trueif thats even her real name.
[A picture of a passport from the 80s with an early childhood photo of a eastern European-looking girl]
CAPTION: Thats what it says on her old passport at least. I got to admit the child in the picture doesnt look much like her, however. Anyway, Vetas love for chaos, schemes and destruction began at a young agethe ripe age of 10, supposedly.
[Close-up of a young girls torso, with small budding breasts, wearing a sweater carrying books. A few leaves blow by. An arrow is pointing to the right breast with a caption: Going to be slightly larger. An arrow is pointing to one of the leaves with a caption: Mmm, Crunchy.]
CAPTION: She blossomed young, and remembers first sprouting what would grow into a lovely pair of sweater puppies during a particularly cold October.
[Same torso and leaves from before, wider shot of Veta crying on the playground, children all point and laugh at her.]
CAPTION: Ya see, school children can be quite vicious and unforgiving bastards. They teased her incessantly, saying herWait, what did she name them, dude?
CAPTION (BLUE): Bonnie and Clyde.
CAPTION: Yea.were a result of a terrible, infectious disease...a scourge borne of the playground."
[Veta and her friend are playing tic-tac-toe at a cafeteria table, a view from overhead. Wiley, a young boy with a buzz cut is whispering by her ear]
CAPTION: But her friend Wiley said cooties could be cured through medication. Oh what luck! Her best friends parents owned a local pharmacy with plenty of meds.
[Insert panel of a hand prying a brick from a wall. In the panel guttersShe]
CAPTION: So, ripping a loose brick from the side of her duplex
[Veta skipping, carrying the brick, past pedestrians on a suburban town sidewalk. Its a gorgeous day. Over the gutter (by a sewer grate in the picture hahaha inside joke)She screams in silence]
CAPTION: she skipped off on her way to the candy shop. She never got to the pharmacy, though.
[She stands in front of a giant, splendorous building. She looks up at a sign that reads Acme Brick and Tile Store, but the store, it is surreal: bricks are stacked up in the window on display like normal retail products. In the panel guttersA sullen riot penetrating through her mind]
CAPTION: Because irony stared that little fucker straight in the face.
CAPTION: Something snapped inside that little brain that day.
[The brick leaves her out reached hand, several inches apart. Waiting for a sign]
CAPTION: Threw her out of balance and her fragile mind broke
[Brick about to hit the window of the store. To smash the silence]
CAPTION: ...satisfyingly wonderful...
[wide shot of the brick breaking the glass. With a brick]
CAPTION: like crunchy leaves under bare foot.:
[Bloody tiny feet standing inside the store on top of broken glass. Of self-control.]
CAPTION: Leaves made of jagged glass and rusty nails and hypodermic needles.
[First-person view of a brick in each hand]
[Wide shot of young Veta standing in the store, holding two bricks, it's dark, stormy and pouring outside, pedestrians in the rain are running and holding umbrellas, briefcases, newspapers over their heads]
CAPTION: Mmm, crunchy.
FULL SPREAD : [Veta, in present day, standing in front of the same building with the same sullen face, but its a locksmith now, the same window is broken. She is now holding a gun in each hand. She faces one toward a pedestrian in the very foreground with a terrified look on his face; the other is facing at a pedestrian being shot, throwing a briefcase in the air. Another pedestrians runs away, grasping a rolled up newspaper]
CAPTION: "...And doesn't get soggy in milk!"
[Vetas website homepage, with 3 large profile pictures as the focal point. In one she sports blonde hair with faded dyes, topless, and wears nothing but sunglasses and a plastic toroidal chain around her neck. Her arms are behind her head as she is posing. Glare of a cheap spotlight gleams off the shades. In the second picture, she has her normal purple and blue hair and holds a small blade to her neck as she looks off camera nonchalantly. 3rd picture shows her wearing her peaked cap with deep red hair and she is sticking out a bleeding tongue, biting it with a grin.]
CAPTION: No one knows much about Veta Rose Sidorov; where she is from; or if half of what she says is trueif thats even her real name.
[A picture of a passport from the 80s with an early childhood photo of a eastern European-looking girl]
CAPTION: Thats what it says on her old passport at least. I got to admit the child in the picture doesnt look much like her, however. Anyway, Vetas love for chaos, schemes and destruction began at a young agethe ripe age of 10, supposedly.
[Close-up of a young girls torso, with small budding breasts, wearing a sweater carrying books. A few leaves blow by. An arrow is pointing to the right breast with a caption: Going to be slightly larger. An arrow is pointing to one of the leaves with a caption: Mmm, Crunchy.]
CAPTION: She blossomed young, and remembers first sprouting what would grow into a lovely pair of sweater puppies during a particularly cold October.
[Same torso and leaves from before, wider shot of Veta crying on the playground, children all point and laugh at her.]
CAPTION: Ya see, school children can be quite vicious and unforgiving bastards. They teased her incessantly, saying herWait, what did she name them, dude?
CAPTION (BLUE): Bonnie and Clyde.
CAPTION: Yea.were a result of a terrible, infectious disease...a scourge borne of the playground."
[Veta and her friend are playing tic-tac-toe at a cafeteria table, a view from overhead. Wiley, a young boy with a buzz cut is whispering by her ear]
CAPTION: But her friend Wiley said cooties could be cured through medication. Oh what luck! Her best friends parents owned a local pharmacy with plenty of meds.
[Insert panel of a hand prying a brick from a wall. In the panel guttersShe]
CAPTION: So, ripping a loose brick from the side of her duplex
[Veta skipping, carrying the brick, past pedestrians on a suburban town sidewalk. Its a gorgeous day. Over the gutter (by a sewer grate in the picture hahaha inside joke)She screams in silence]
CAPTION: she skipped off on her way to the candy shop. She never got to the pharmacy, though.
[She stands in front of a giant, splendorous building. She looks up at a sign that reads Acme Brick and Tile Store, but the store, it is surreal: bricks are stacked up in the window on display like normal retail products. In the panel guttersA sullen riot penetrating through her mind]
CAPTION: Because irony stared that little fucker straight in the face.
CAPTION: Something snapped inside that little brain that day.
[The brick leaves her out reached hand, several inches apart. Waiting for a sign]
CAPTION: Threw her out of balance and her fragile mind broke
[Brick about to hit the window of the store. To smash the silence]
CAPTION: ...satisfyingly wonderful...
[wide shot of the brick breaking the glass. With a brick]
CAPTION: like crunchy leaves under bare foot.:
[Bloody tiny feet standing inside the store on top of broken glass. Of self-control.]
CAPTION: Leaves made of jagged glass and rusty nails and hypodermic needles.
[First-person view of a brick in each hand]
[Wide shot of young Veta standing in the store, holding two bricks, it's dark, stormy and pouring outside, pedestrians in the rain are running and holding umbrellas, briefcases, newspapers over their heads]
CAPTION: Mmm, crunchy.
FULL SPREAD : [Veta, in present day, standing in front of the same building with the same sullen face, but its a locksmith now, the same window is broken. She is now holding a gun in each hand. She faces one toward a pedestrian in the very foreground with a terrified look on his face; the other is facing at a pedestrian being shot, throwing a briefcase in the air. Another pedestrians runs away, grasping a rolled up newspaper]
CAPTION: "...And doesn't get soggy in milk!"