Post by Press1269 on Feb 11, 2020 17:56:04 GMT
The scene opens to a shot from behind Captain All-Star as he walks through the parking area of the Barker Hanger staring down at the concrete. He comes to a stop in the middle of a lane and the camera pans around to see that it isn’t the floor he’s concentrated, but a note in his hands that reads;
Captain,
Meet me in the parking lot tonight.
The Lady
The sound of stilettos striking the pavement has All-Star snapping his head up, and the camera follows his view to a particularly dark section of the parking lot. The sound of the footfalls become louder as they get closer, and from the shadow’s steps Lady Munin’s petite frame. She’s wearing an elegant slinky black number that manages to be both elegant and sensual. The only color to her somber monochrome attire is the bright red of her lips, and the bright red underside of her glossy black high heels.
The Lady doesn’t look happy to be here, but at the same time, she isn’t discontented either. She regards All-Star with what almost appears to be sympathy, though it is covered in a layer of frost.
Munin: Hello old dog, it's been a long time. Such a pity that we meet like this.
She pauses to move a stray strand of raven hair from her face. All-Star opens his mouth as if to say something, but closes it again with a pained expression. Munin simply regards the man with that same cool, and the hint of a sad whimsical smile. The smile told the older man that she understands his actions completely, but that understanding doesn't change a thing.
Munin: I suppose I should have known that it would come to this. Perhaps it was naive of me to hope otherwise...
She trails off with a small huff of laughter.
Munin: Naivety, is definitely a trait that is rarely associated with me. Maybe that's why your actions cut me so deep. After all, I’ve always respected you, Captain. We may have had our differences, but you’ve always tried to do what is right. Stood up for honor and justice. But this place, these people, need to be…
She searches for the word but doesn’t have to reach far.
Munin: Punished.
It lingers for a moment as if the statement were a physical entity and just when All-Star looks like he’s about to respond she holds up a hand to silence him. With a few short steps, she comes to stand right in front of him, having to look up to stare into his eyes.
Munin: I know that you think you are doing good by standing in our way, but that too is naïve. Perhaps I should have paid more attention when Joshua opened this venture, and when he was ultimately cast out of it, but I had other matters to attend to.
The glint in her eyes is a quickly cooling version of her wistful gaze. The small sad smile slowly falling away from her red lips, as she continues to stare up at the Captain.
Munin: But I’m here now, and unfortunately your virtue has put you in the crossfire, and with your recent actions...Well, I am forced to face the fact that you are just as much to blame for what happened to Joshua as anyone else.
For a moment a look of pain quickly followed by pure fury chases across her face.
Munin: Why couldn't you just stand down...For once...
Her words snapped out like vicious blades, only to end in a sad whisper. Her anger drains away, as she lays her delicate palm on the larger man’s chest and sighs, a slight look of regret crossing her features. Was it hers, or for him, who could say? She gives him a gentle pat before turning to walk back from where she came, pausing at the edge of the darkness to look over her shoulder.
Munin: Contrary to popular belief, I guide them, but I don’t control them…
She ruminates over that statement for a moment and seems to find some resolution in it before continuing into shadows, final thoughts ringing through the parking lot.
Munin: I never did…Good bye, old dog.
The camera swings back around to find Captain All-Star watching as she goes, cast into silence with longing in his eyes. The camera also picks up the hulking figure now standing behind the Captain wielding a steel chair. The weapon cries out like a shotgun blast upon impact and has much the same effect as it sends All-Star rocketing forward to splay across the concrete. He tries to rise but Press moves to his side, chair high overhead, and brings it crashing down again, angled so that it strikes the back of the head and shoulders. The Captain crumbles back down to the concrete as Youth steps into frame, silently watching his partner go about his methodical work. Strike after strike finds its mark on All-Star’s body, like a hammer to stone. Press is a surgeon with the weapon, each swings a meticulous incision that will open up the correct places.
By the time the attack is over, Captain All-Star is left lying there in a heap whimpering as the big man tosses the mangled steel to skid across the parking lot. Press motions towards the cameraman which doesn’t immediately respond, prompting Youth to step over and grab the man and drag him to stand directly over Captain All-Star's beaten body. Blood seeps from bruised whelps where the steel had actually cut into the flesh, and the man's back looks like a black and blue mess. The camera focuses on the image for an unsettling amount of time before the operator finally feels safe enough to swing the view around to see the reactions of the two attackers, but when he does…they are already gone.
Captain,
Meet me in the parking lot tonight.
The Lady
The sound of stilettos striking the pavement has All-Star snapping his head up, and the camera follows his view to a particularly dark section of the parking lot. The sound of the footfalls become louder as they get closer, and from the shadow’s steps Lady Munin’s petite frame. She’s wearing an elegant slinky black number that manages to be both elegant and sensual. The only color to her somber monochrome attire is the bright red of her lips, and the bright red underside of her glossy black high heels.
The Lady doesn’t look happy to be here, but at the same time, she isn’t discontented either. She regards All-Star with what almost appears to be sympathy, though it is covered in a layer of frost.
Munin: Hello old dog, it's been a long time. Such a pity that we meet like this.
She pauses to move a stray strand of raven hair from her face. All-Star opens his mouth as if to say something, but closes it again with a pained expression. Munin simply regards the man with that same cool, and the hint of a sad whimsical smile. The smile told the older man that she understands his actions completely, but that understanding doesn't change a thing.
Munin: I suppose I should have known that it would come to this. Perhaps it was naive of me to hope otherwise...
She trails off with a small huff of laughter.
Munin: Naivety, is definitely a trait that is rarely associated with me. Maybe that's why your actions cut me so deep. After all, I’ve always respected you, Captain. We may have had our differences, but you’ve always tried to do what is right. Stood up for honor and justice. But this place, these people, need to be…
She searches for the word but doesn’t have to reach far.
Munin: Punished.
It lingers for a moment as if the statement were a physical entity and just when All-Star looks like he’s about to respond she holds up a hand to silence him. With a few short steps, she comes to stand right in front of him, having to look up to stare into his eyes.
Munin: I know that you think you are doing good by standing in our way, but that too is naïve. Perhaps I should have paid more attention when Joshua opened this venture, and when he was ultimately cast out of it, but I had other matters to attend to.
The glint in her eyes is a quickly cooling version of her wistful gaze. The small sad smile slowly falling away from her red lips, as she continues to stare up at the Captain.
Munin: But I’m here now, and unfortunately your virtue has put you in the crossfire, and with your recent actions...Well, I am forced to face the fact that you are just as much to blame for what happened to Joshua as anyone else.
For a moment a look of pain quickly followed by pure fury chases across her face.
Munin: Why couldn't you just stand down...For once...
Her words snapped out like vicious blades, only to end in a sad whisper. Her anger drains away, as she lays her delicate palm on the larger man’s chest and sighs, a slight look of regret crossing her features. Was it hers, or for him, who could say? She gives him a gentle pat before turning to walk back from where she came, pausing at the edge of the darkness to look over her shoulder.
Munin: Contrary to popular belief, I guide them, but I don’t control them…
She ruminates over that statement for a moment and seems to find some resolution in it before continuing into shadows, final thoughts ringing through the parking lot.
Munin: I never did…Good bye, old dog.
The camera swings back around to find Captain All-Star watching as she goes, cast into silence with longing in his eyes. The camera also picks up the hulking figure now standing behind the Captain wielding a steel chair. The weapon cries out like a shotgun blast upon impact and has much the same effect as it sends All-Star rocketing forward to splay across the concrete. He tries to rise but Press moves to his side, chair high overhead, and brings it crashing down again, angled so that it strikes the back of the head and shoulders. The Captain crumbles back down to the concrete as Youth steps into frame, silently watching his partner go about his methodical work. Strike after strike finds its mark on All-Star’s body, like a hammer to stone. Press is a surgeon with the weapon, each swings a meticulous incision that will open up the correct places.
By the time the attack is over, Captain All-Star is left lying there in a heap whimpering as the big man tosses the mangled steel to skid across the parking lot. Press motions towards the cameraman which doesn’t immediately respond, prompting Youth to step over and grab the man and drag him to stand directly over Captain All-Star's beaten body. Blood seeps from bruised whelps where the steel had actually cut into the flesh, and the man's back looks like a black and blue mess. The camera focuses on the image for an unsettling amount of time before the operator finally feels safe enough to swing the view around to see the reactions of the two attackers, but when he does…they are already gone.