Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 14:42:52 GMT
The scene opens up to a view right outside of the Amusement Park entrance off of Route 9. Road workers are seen cleaning up some debris, as a white, two door, 1966 Pontiac Tempest pulls off the main road, and onto the stretch of pavement that would take them the rest of the way to the amusement park. It slows to a stop beside a few of the road workers, and the window is rolled down to reveal Flaming Youth, with Press in the driver's seat. Youth hangs his head out the window to get a better view of the work taking place, when one of the workers looks over and notices him. Youth casts the man a concerned nod.
FLAMING YOUTH: So what the hell is all this about?
The worker thrust his shovel into the ground.
ROAD WORKER: Apparently some asshole driving a Winnebago came through last night and took out the amusement park's sign. We're having to replace it.
Press and Youth both exchanged a glance, as the road worker leaned heavily upon his shovel.
ROAD WORKER: The only good thing about this, is it saves us the time and trouble of having to paint over the old address plate with the new one.
YOUTH: We got a new address?
ROAD WORKER: Yeah. Purity is looking to go with a more municipal style in it's street codes, so they implemented new street numbers for everyone.
Youth looked at Press with a bit of reservation.
YOUTH: I bet Munin's going to be pissed. She's going to have to get all the roadway advertisements leading to the park changed. All because of some asshole in a Winnebago.
PRESS: Well, you know what they say about people who drive a Winnebago...
Youth looks at Press with an incredulous stare.
YOUTH: Actually, no, I don't.
Press looks over to Youth, reaching down to grab the gear shift.
PRESS: They're self-centered bitches who can go eat a bag of dicks.
YOUTH: Oh Yeah! When you put it like that....
The two guffaw as the engine revs, the Posi Trac rear wheel's grab the pavement and rocket them forward towards the show.
FLAMING YOUTH: So what the hell is all this about?
The worker thrust his shovel into the ground.
ROAD WORKER: Apparently some asshole driving a Winnebago came through last night and took out the amusement park's sign. We're having to replace it.
Press and Youth both exchanged a glance, as the road worker leaned heavily upon his shovel.
ROAD WORKER: The only good thing about this, is it saves us the time and trouble of having to paint over the old address plate with the new one.
YOUTH: We got a new address?
ROAD WORKER: Yeah. Purity is looking to go with a more municipal style in it's street codes, so they implemented new street numbers for everyone.
Youth looked at Press with a bit of reservation.
YOUTH: I bet Munin's going to be pissed. She's going to have to get all the roadway advertisements leading to the park changed. All because of some asshole in a Winnebago.
PRESS: Well, you know what they say about people who drive a Winnebago...
Youth looks at Press with an incredulous stare.
YOUTH: Actually, no, I don't.
Press looks over to Youth, reaching down to grab the gear shift.
PRESS: They're self-centered bitches who can go eat a bag of dicks.
YOUTH: Oh Yeah! When you put it like that....
The two guffaw as the engine revs, the Posi Trac rear wheel's grab the pavement and rocket them forward towards the show.