Post by Caerai on Oct 7, 2006 2:31:41 GMT -5
Hey guys this is the first part of a screenplay i'm writing, tell me what you think. Yes it's somewhat autobiographical, it's based on my life...but...this first part isn't.
[[Camera shot, medium close up, dark lighting - During the speech Caerai becomes transparent, behind his showing brief exerpts of his life, fights, peace, pain, happiness, yin and yang before finally showing a docter sitting at a desk.]]
Caerai: I've done alot of things in my life, some i'm not to proud of, somethings take me to places I don't want to go, some help others. I wish I could say I like where I ended up, like where i've come, and like what i've found. But the truth is i'm predisposed with this monster that's becoming me. That mindless truth eating away at the insanity, or is it the insanity eating away from truth. You see, in my world things are never what they see, and in my world, your never who you seem to be. I used to believe in the goodness of man, in the silver lining of whatever cloud floated my way, but through war and hardship I became tarnished, a blackened relic of whatever purity remained to me. Deathless, yet not quite alive, a servant to the very things I fought to stop. Losing connection with myself and tossing and turning within dreams of horror and dreams of pain that were so real the pleasure from them was almost indescriblable. Fleeting moments of happiness until, well, you know what happened...
[[Camera pans through Caerai to the docters desk can be seen, it is old wood, remu, wide with a docter sitting in the center. It looks surreal. Everything seems perfect a small mirror on the desk reflecting Caerai.]]
Docter: And how long has it been like this for you?
Caerai: How long have you existed? Actually don't answer that, I have a feeling it'll only depress me. What's your story?
Docter: You're not in here because of me Caerai.
Caerai: But you are here because of me Docter. I suppose you want to know, don't you?
Docter: There's no proof of any of...
Caerai: Oh there's proof alright docter, some of which you will soon be able to see. And some of which will shatter your tiny christian mind with the posibilities of what god truly created. A monster.
[[Camera fades out, a younger Caerai is having his arms held behind his back by bullys, it's a side on shot, wide, so you can see everyone Two bullys are behind him and their leader in the front]]
Bully: I have people, they'll come for you
Caerai: Me
Bully: well actually i'll get some men onto your sister. I've heard she goes to this school
Caerai: No leave my sister alone!
Docter: Seems a bit unrealistic doesn't it? This memory...are you sure it hasn't been tampered with?
Caerai: You have no idea docter, and I believe i'm the one telling the story...
Docter: Lets move on to a more relevant memory.
Caerai: That's always the way with you isn't it?
Docter: You immortals are always so pressed for time, having an eternity isn't enough for you is it?
Caerai: This memory is...
[[Young Caerai who has been getting beaten up this whole time falls to the ground, Caerai zooms in getting fuzzier and zooms right into his eye before fading to black the screen is black and you can only hear Caerais voice.]]
Caerai: Hello? whos there? Anyone...
[[The camera has been spinning around Caerai now fixed behind his right shoulder it skips foward as a female runs towards him]]
Caerai: Crin...
Crin: I...
Caerai: Don't, you never did, it's a lie, you posed as her!
Crin: It wasn't me this time Caerai it was...
[[Crin vanishes]]
----End scene one ----
[[Camera shot, medium close up, dark lighting - During the speech Caerai becomes transparent, behind his showing brief exerpts of his life, fights, peace, pain, happiness, yin and yang before finally showing a docter sitting at a desk.]]
Caerai: I've done alot of things in my life, some i'm not to proud of, somethings take me to places I don't want to go, some help others. I wish I could say I like where I ended up, like where i've come, and like what i've found. But the truth is i'm predisposed with this monster that's becoming me. That mindless truth eating away at the insanity, or is it the insanity eating away from truth. You see, in my world things are never what they see, and in my world, your never who you seem to be. I used to believe in the goodness of man, in the silver lining of whatever cloud floated my way, but through war and hardship I became tarnished, a blackened relic of whatever purity remained to me. Deathless, yet not quite alive, a servant to the very things I fought to stop. Losing connection with myself and tossing and turning within dreams of horror and dreams of pain that were so real the pleasure from them was almost indescriblable. Fleeting moments of happiness until, well, you know what happened...
[[Camera pans through Caerai to the docters desk can be seen, it is old wood, remu, wide with a docter sitting in the center. It looks surreal. Everything seems perfect a small mirror on the desk reflecting Caerai.]]
Docter: And how long has it been like this for you?
Caerai: How long have you existed? Actually don't answer that, I have a feeling it'll only depress me. What's your story?
Docter: You're not in here because of me Caerai.
Caerai: But you are here because of me Docter. I suppose you want to know, don't you?
Docter: There's no proof of any of...
Caerai: Oh there's proof alright docter, some of which you will soon be able to see. And some of which will shatter your tiny christian mind with the posibilities of what god truly created. A monster.
[[Camera fades out, a younger Caerai is having his arms held behind his back by bullys, it's a side on shot, wide, so you can see everyone Two bullys are behind him and their leader in the front]]
Bully: I have people, they'll come for you
Caerai: Me
Bully: well actually i'll get some men onto your sister. I've heard she goes to this school
Caerai: No leave my sister alone!
Docter: Seems a bit unrealistic doesn't it? This memory...are you sure it hasn't been tampered with?
Caerai: You have no idea docter, and I believe i'm the one telling the story...
Docter: Lets move on to a more relevant memory.
Caerai: That's always the way with you isn't it?
Docter: You immortals are always so pressed for time, having an eternity isn't enough for you is it?
Caerai: This memory is...
[[Young Caerai who has been getting beaten up this whole time falls to the ground, Caerai zooms in getting fuzzier and zooms right into his eye before fading to black the screen is black and you can only hear Caerais voice.]]
Caerai: Hello? whos there? Anyone...
[[The camera has been spinning around Caerai now fixed behind his right shoulder it skips foward as a female runs towards him]]
Caerai: Crin...
Crin: I...
Caerai: Don't, you never did, it's a lie, you posed as her!
Crin: It wasn't me this time Caerai it was...
[[Crin vanishes]]
----End scene one ----