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THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Shadowbean(m): 6:53pm On Nov 12, 2014 |
I LOVE BRAY WYATT AND HATE JOHN CENA*** I LOVE REAL MADRID AND HATE BARCA*** I LOVE YAKUBU AND HATE MESSI*** I LOVE SHEKAU AND HATE GEJ*** Now you must be thinking is this guy crazy, no, is there anything wrong with being a bad guy, no. This thread contains an uploaded virus, you should receive a message requesting to flash ur phone nw. Jst kidding. So I'm Shadowbean and nnt new. I've decided to write an Action/asaasin thriller which is fast becoming popular on NLL kudos to Asaasin creed by therock, AEWE and TCA by kayemjay and maybe HITMAN by yours truly. More Kudos to other senior writers Royver MaziOmenuko Larrysun etc I should be writing more names but i'm doing the updates with a java phone that can't copy or paste. So everyone's invited. |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by LarrySun(m): 8:51pm On Nov 12, 2014 |
You keep loving the villains and hating the heroes. Let's hear the story your narratives speak. Bring them on. |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by stuff46(m): 10:19am On Nov 13, 2014 |
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Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Fatalveli(m): 10:52am On Nov 13, 2014 |
[b]Its happening live this weekend. Catch the conversation live on Nairaland as our popular programme 'Nairaland celebrity interview' kicks off with more force. Guess who we are bringing this weekend. She is not story writer, neither is she a poet. She is a Queen, our Queen. A beauty to behold. I present to you, the most beautiful girl on Nairaland. Miss Jennimma, winner Miss Nairaland beauty contest 2014. Do you have questions for the damsel? Do you want to know the secret behind her breathtaking beauty? Do you want to know more about her? The phases of listening in which we enjoy the beauty of God's handiwork on the beauty queen, her response to such factors as the simplicity, balance, and proportion of her speeches, and the eloquence of their her pure heart, then why don't u all fall or rather troop in and let's bombard the beauty pageant with questions. And the observable characteristics of her personalities including age, gender, educational level, group affiliations, and socio-cultural background we ought to take not of when adapting to our interviewee.... Let's make it lively and I'm sure you all have a lot of questions This weekend, join us and ask your questions. Everything will be answered by our guest. Date: Saturday 15-11-2014 Time: 2pm-3pm Venue: http:// www.nairaland.com/1952165/weekly- interview-thread-subsidiary- dammysammytv/9#27964171. Missing the action is like carrying over a course! Lol.... U can't afford to miss it like "Papa AJasco"[/b] |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Shadowbean(m): 5:42pm On Nov 13, 2014 |
PROLOGUE There was pain written over his face, he tried hard to swallow it. This tall muscular man sitting on a frail rocking chair could only hope for it to stop, it didn't. The needle kept zigzaging, tearing the skin raw and bloody as it applied ink. This was a ritual he had to bear, He had to take it as the latest member of the gang, it was one of the most torturing body art ever. A man wearing a loincloth and thrusting a spear into the belly of a dragon began to come alive on his chest region. Macho man's skin was beginning to shift uncomfortably with the needlework. He couldn't help cursing under his breath as the Artist kept on working. The Tattoo parlour was a parade of designer furniture, beautiful girls were seating on benches scattered around the place clutching towels around their big bums, some were smoking cigarettes with dark mist filing out of their mouth noses and all. There were a dozen other gangsters sitting on another bench, their shirts were all rolled up, flashing the tatoos on their torsos. Macho man quickly grabbed a bottle of gin and suckled on it like a baby. "Watch it, old man!" he puffed out rather. recklessly, his target was old enough to father him. The Artist tapped the needle in a little harder, he regretted why he had allowed these goons in. He knew he would be treading on slippery ground if he tried to call the police or walk them out. "What the fvck? You're doing it wrong" accused Macho man, the Artist was itching to speak his mind out, he shouldn't have done so. "Maybe you are just a mannerless fool and should get out!" Before the Artist could move an inch, Macho man dipped his hand into a bulging pocket and jammed the cold nozzle of a gun under the old man's jaw. The other gangsters were displeased with his action and were about to retrieve their weaponry when Macho man got the message. "You're lucky. I can't kill you until you finish this thing" said Macho with an evil looking grin, the old man was shaken with fear when the door rattled open and a animalistic looking gangster entered carrying a kalashnikov rifle on one hand and an envelope on the other. "Hey, new boss, this just came for you" "What is it?" "A letter" "So open it, dumb a$$" The gangster opened the envelope, and hesitated at what he saw. Macho man was curious now, he took the envelope and poured the contents into his hand, he tasted it, it was black sand. Immediately the Artist began to shiver, the tatoo needle leaving his hand and falling to the floor, "No..." The room erupted in laughter as hands pointed to the old man, some couldn't help choking or rolling on the floor. "So You know what this is?" asked Macho man mockingly, the Artist nodded slowly like a lizard with neck pain. "Years ago, I watched a man open an envelope like that one" said the Artist, his eyes pooled with enigma as he recollected the memory of a close shave with death. The other occupants of the tatoo parlour began to cluster together with their ears well open, there was no way they were going to miss the stupid and obnoxious tale this old man was about to tell. "There were many with him and they laughed like you laugh now. Then it came from the shadows and their laughter was drowned in blood. You cannot bargain with what is coming. Because it is not a human being. It is a demon sent straight from hell that will never stop until you are dead" said the Artist almost whispering. The parlour immediately became silent as a graveyard, Macho man was eager to hear more. "What came out of the shadows?" "I cannot say the word" "What word?" The Artist answered by removing his babariga shirt revealing the hauntingly beautiful tatoo of a masked being thrusting its blade into a lump of scar tissue at the center of his heart. "That night, one of their blades struck here. I should have died, but for an accident of birth. My heart is here, on the other side" the Artist stamped his hand on the tatoo as macho man peered closer at the dark figure of the being. "What the fvck is that?" asked Macho man directing the question at the gangster who fetched the envelope. "Looks like a Hitman, boss" he replied trying to hide the snide that was forming on his face. "A Hitman? Are you kiddimg me? That's the word you're afraid to say? Hitman?" Macho man started to laugh as a shadow flashed across the room. Suprisingly the rest of the gang didn't join him. "You old fvck! You had me going! I was getting..." Sadly Macho man was interrupted when the top of a gangster's head disappeared, sliced off from his jaw up, leaving his tongue wagging in space. The lights shattered around the room as blood spilled everywhere. Chaos ensued. The panicked screams of the fleeing entourage co-mingle in chorus with the gruesome death rattles of the gangsters as one by one, they are viscerated. There's a rush of movement, more felt than seen. The whistle of swords been worked through the air... |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by stuff46(m): 6:25pm On Nov 13, 2014 |
Wow bloddy update mehn yu are good |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Shadowbean(m): 7:54pm On Nov 13, 2014 |
stuff46: thanks man. This is a collab with AMENBABY |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Nobody: 6:07pm On Nov 15, 2014 |
Chapter 1 Chapter 1 The party is in full swing and the decorations border on the tacky side this Christmas. Bond usually didn't bother with these office functions but he was in country and M more or less ordered him by phone to have some fun after his last mission. Tanner is dancing with one of the attractive nurses from medical...Bond knows her...a little too well for him to strike up a conversation with them as they head to the bar. Q moves to stand beside him as he leans against a pillar. "Ah...Bond so nice to see you this year." "Yes well usually I would be gone or just not here...you always find some fun in these occasions Q?" "Yes well after working here for over 20 years there are a lot of changes in staff. It is nice to meet the new people in a more relaxed setting. I have 5 new employees in Q branch...all young and nervous but incredibly smart with computers." "I bet...is that them all over at that table huddled around the laptop." "Yes...well this generation...they can't seem to unplug themselves even for a moment. I should go lecture…" Q's voice drops off as he stares across the room. Bond follows his eyes as he takes in a vision in a deep red evening gown. "Age touches that woman lightly, eh Bond?" Bond soaks in the contrast of pale ivory skin and deep red velvet gown that dusts the floor and clings to her body. The v-neck plunges to the centre of her chest and down her back showing far more skin than her normal professional suits. "Or not at all, Q. Who is she dancing with?" "Blake...the new head of MI5." "Doesn't he get a letter?" "We could call him N...that follows M." "They are dancing rather close aren't they?" Q looks at Bond and smiles. "For a 00 agent you don't pick up on much office gossip do you Bond?" James frowns wondering what it is that he has missed about M and...N...Blake. "Well, as you know...I am out of country for work...how can I keep tabs on her while away? So am I to understand that M is dating?" Q chuckles. "Yes...yes you could call it that. Nigel has been gone now...10 months. Do you think a woman like her would remain single?" Bond shifts on his feet suddenly uncomfortable and warm. He begins to fidget with his tie as he watches M's interaction with Blake more closely. "I take it this has been going on a while?" "Two months...I think. Lunch dates became dinner and...well you know how it works." "No...no actually I don't." Q looks shocked at the young agent. "You...quit pulling an old man's leg. I think you know how it works." "I don't date...and I certainly would not let...well she was in mourning...it is...this is soon isn't it?" "Bond this is not the Victorian era...she doesn't have to wait two years in black what with the way she can pull off red…" Tanner comes and joins them with a drink. "What are we talking about?" "Bond here seems a bit flustered about M dating so soon after the loss of her husband." Tanner pulls back with a shocked expression on his face. "You didn't know?" Bond is getting testy now. "NO apparently I missed the inter-office MEMO!" "Sorry Bond...I thought you get paid to be observant. They have been an item for 2 months now...I don't know if she has taken him to bed yet and I'm not about to ask but they do go out often." Bond shakes his head. "I don't like it." Tanner nods. "I know...I felt uncomfortable about it at first also. Kind of like your mother beginning to date again after a divorce...it is just strange at first." "No...I have never considered her remotely motherly and I know that she has children somewhere. I don't like the look of him...Tanner what do we know about him?" "Thomas Blake is 59 years old and just took over the position at MI5, half a year ago. He has an excellent military background, as did his father and grandfather before him. Educated well and divorced with two children. There is no need to fear for her safety as it goes without saying that he's been vetted by the top levels of government and officially appointed by the Queen just as M was almost 20 years ago." Bond listens to Tanner while keeping his eyes riveted across the dance floor at M. She is smiling and laughing with the man. Blake is about 5 foot 10 with silver hair and a muscular frame. He has a bit of a thickness in the middle denoting his desk job and enjoyment of good meals. The man has an easy smile that lends to his harmless and dashing appearance. If he is harmless no one notified Bond's stomach that feels somewhat twisted at the moment. He attempts to loosen his tie again as his temperature increases and a pounding in his head amplifies. Suddenly he hears Tanner ask him something. "Bond are you feeling alright?" "Not sure...I am going to step outside for a bit." Bond walks purposely across the middle of the dance floor with his eyes on M until he passes her and walks out on to the balcony. There is a couple braving the cold December temperatures to have a smoke but they hurry in when they look at the intense look on Bond's features. Bond puts his hands on the cold stone railing as he looks out over London. He breathes in deep the cold air as he feels the sting in his lungs and the cooling of the sweat on his brow and neck. Bond hears the door open behind him but he stares out into the crisp night sky rather that acknowledge the intruder. "You will catch your death out here if you stay too long 007." Bond closes his eyes and swallows when he hears her voice. He turns his head to look at her as she moves to his right side. "I saw you charge out here...you did not look well. We have not had the opportunity to debrief yet, what with the holidays...did something happen that makes you need to freeze yourself to death." M is smiling at him but he can see she is cold. Instinctively he removes his suit jacket and places it on her bare shoulders, his hands lingering there not moving for a moment as the familiar green and red above the exit catches his eye. "No...and you should not be out here in the cold dressed like that. I hear congratulations are in order...did your man see you disappear to chase me down out here?" "No...he needed to make a call and visit the gents and what's wrong with my dress?" "Nothing other than there is too little of it?" M frowns looking confused. "Out with it Bond...What's wrong and since when do you care what I wear?" "I have always cared M." "About what I wear?" M looks up at him confused and Bond wipes a hand over his face in exasperation. "About everything to do with you." Bond grasps her arm and moves them to the entrance way more to escape the wind than to maneuver them under the mistletoe but they are there. "Are you feeling unwell because of drink 007?" "No...I've only had 1 since I arrived." "But how many before that...you're clammy." M's hand rests on his forehead as she would do for a child with a fever. Bond has always seemed more like a son to her than an agent...he has a blasted skill at worming his way into her good graces just like her son too. "I was too hot in there...I needed the air. Why are you out here?" "I saw you tear out here and the song ended so I came to check to see if you were alright. Contrary to popular belief I am not the shrew many think I am." Bond sees her begin to shiver and he places his hands on her shoulders rubbing them up and down to warm her. "I have never thought that about you." Bond is staring down at her crooked smile, so small and cute in his much too large jacket. She looks up at him just about to make a snide remark he's sure and he leans down and kisses her on the lips. It's not just a peck...its a real kiss. M instinctively tries to pull away but Bond has a grip on her shoulders. She's shocked even more so when he attempts to seek entrance to her mouth with his tongue. M brings her hand up to his chest and pushes him away looking flustered and a little angry for his presumption. Bond smirks down at her and points up at the mistletoe. "Merry Christmas M." Bond guides her inside and she hands him back his dark blue jacket. He puts it on and grasps her small hand in his and takes her out to the dance floor. "Would you share at least one dance with your best agent M?" "Best at what...infuriating me and then kissing me in the cold." "You have to admit the cold seemed to go away in that moment." "Could you possibly be more full of yourself 007?" "No...but I could be anything you want me to be tonight M. I have never seen a more attractive woman in my life." "Bond...what did you destroy on that mission that has you turning that flattery on me?" "Nothing...the mission was fine...I just think you look stunningly beautiful tonight...so much so that I got overheated and needed air." "Bond...cut the act." "I couldn't take my eyes off me and you know it's true because you saw me watching you from across the dance floor and noticed when I took to the balcony." "So why glare at me all night...there are a lot of attractive single…" "M...none hold a candle to you tonight. It is as if I am truly seeing you for the first time." "What?" "You have always been so untouchable...I never expected you too…" "Too what Bond?" "I expected the mourning would last longer...I was an idiot to think…" "I don't understand...my morning for my husband?" "Yes...Tanner told me about Blake." "Thomas...is this why you are acting so strangely tonight? Thomas is a lovely man and I don't need to prescribe to a length of time to mourn my husband...really Bond it is none of your concern anyway." "M...like it or not, you are my business." "What?" "You have always been my business...I am your agent and I need to protect you. Remember Mitchell?" "How could I forget and I have guards Bond...00's are to protect Queen and country not the head of the organization." "You are my queen and country." Bond said it so quietly that M almost believed she imagined it. "Don't be ridiculous…" "I'm not...are you sleeping with him?" "BOND! This is none of your business...what is wrong with you tonight?" "Sanity and clarity." "Could you get more offensive or be more cryptic tonight Bond? What are you on tonight, if not the drink?" "I stood across the bloody room at a party you ordered me to come, to have someone pierce my heart with a bloody dagger!" "Seriously...Bond...what are you on about?" "I stood over there and watched a woman I have always admired and found attractive who is finally free of marital obligations in the arms of another man and it all just snapped into place." "Something in you bloody well snapped that's for certain…" Bond pulls her closer to his body as he gently glides her about the dance floor. Suddenly his face changes to one of utter joy and happiness. "What in hell are you grinning about? Do I need to have you committed by the new year?" "I finally understand." "Christ Bond what the hell are you on about? I think we have danced enough...two songs is uncharacteristic for you and I do not want to start the gossips tongues wagging." "I have a problem in letting you go ma'am before I explain." M sighs. "I'm waiting Bond. What is your problem this evening?" "My problem is love M." "Love? What?" "I have finally figured out what the problem has been all along. I am in love." "Fantastic Bond...now let me get back to my date so you can go call this woman and explain your revelation to her." "I don't need to call her." "Fine now let me…" "It's you." "What?" "You are the most important woman in my life and I love you M." "That is...that is sweet of you to say Bond. It makes up for my children's inability to join me for Christmas yet again this year." Now it's Bond's turn to look confused. "You don't understand." "What is it that I don't understand." "What we've been discussing." "I've been discussing your instability and possible drug confusion...you have been asking me inappropriate questions about my date and how long I should have mourned my husband as if this were 1867." "M...come on...you must feel something...I mean you never fired me...I know I'm your favourite." M's face is still confused and dismayed at the lack of coherence in Bond's discussion. Maybe she has had too much champagne. "I must be drunker than I thought because you... dear boy are making absolutely no sense to me this evening." "I see that words are useless between us tonight but as you know I have always been a man of action anyway." Bond leans down and kisses M with abandon. M's eyes go wide and those dancing around them all gasp in shock at the sight before them. A deep voice sounds behind Bond and taps him on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir but you seem to have your lips on my date and I can't help but notice that there is no mistletoe above you." M breaks away from Bond and grasps Blake's arm stumbling on an excuse for her wayward agents behavior. "Bond has had a little too much." Bond frowns as Blake looks him up and down. M turns him away and begins to dance with him. Bond see her shoot a glare at him over the man's shoulder. "What was that really about M?" "I have no idea but I think the lad is ill." "I hope he doesn't pass it along with you my dear. I was hoping to take you home tonight." M forces a smile as a pit of unease migrates to her stomach when he mentions home. "I could use a drink, would you be a dear. I am going to the ladies and will see you in a few minutes." Bond continues to watch them from the bar. He has just consumed two martini's and is on his third. Tanner walks up to him with a frown on his face. Bond had seen M have a word with Bill as she headed for the facilities. "What in hell has gotten into you Bond? The entire room is abuzz with you kissing the boss on the bloody dance floor in front of her date the bloody head of MI5!" "Don't get your knickers in a twist Tanner...I wanted her to know how I felt, now that it all makes sense." "You're bloody well not making sense...M said that your conversation skills had diminished as though you were on a bender or drugged for Christ sake." "It's simple and I will explain it to you just because I know you are the trustworthy sort Tanner. I looked at her across the dance floor and it all came into focus and the knot in my stomach and pain in my chest diminished as the realization hit me." "You were overheated and headed outside...I remember that." "M followed me and we spoke and kissed on the balcony." "KISSED!" "Yes...I realized that I had given her enough time." "Time? Would you start making some sense Bond or I will have you committed like she suggested." "For years I've had a crush on her that I barely acknowledged and since Nigel died I've been on edge lately not understanding the reason until tonight." "AND?" "I am in love with M." "WHAT!?" "I was staying back...partially because of work...I held myself back from breaking into her flat to visit since he passed...usually I would pop in to piss her off and give a report. Now I understand that I need to move because of Blake." "Let me see if I understand this. You, James Bond, 007 are in love with M our 60-year-old boss who is dating another man...her own age." "Yes." "You told her this?" "She would not give me time to explain but I will tonight." "Tonight...what are you going to do….BOND DON'T YOU DARE!" "Try to stop me." |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Nobody: 6:27pm On Nov 15, 2014 |
EUROPOL OFFICE - DAY MIKA CORETTI, 30's, high-energy, a force of nature in human form. She enters EUROPOL AGENT RYAN MASLOW's office carrying an armful of reports. MASLOW What's all this for the Delgata * case? * MIKA * No. This is Delgata- * Sets her pile down and she hands him one folder from the * ton. * MASLOW * And the rest? * MIKA * ...evidence. * MASLOW * For? * Her eyes tell him. * MASLOW * Oh no. Not again. * MIKA * You said you'd take it serious * when I had serious evidence. * MASLOW * Does that evidence include photos * of the Loch Ness monster as well? * He chuckles. She's not laughing. * MIKA * You've trusted my research before, * what's the problem now Ryan? * MASLOW * What's the problem? Come on Mika, * it's like one of those questions * on an IQ test, which of these * doesn't belong; laptops, space * shuttles, nanotechnology, ninjas. * MIKA * All I'm asking for is an hour. * That's all. Give me an hour and * if you still think I'm chasing * UFO's, I'll walk out and you'll * never hear another thing about * them. * He eyes her. * MASLOW * Why do I think I'm going to regret * this? * . ISTANBUL APARTMENT BUILDING - HALL ON A DOOR LOCK as he inserts his key and HEARS: LANDLADY Oh, Mr. Nan, good, you're back. Raizo turns to his LANDLADY, an older woman who looks up at him from the top of the stairwell. LANDLADY We had a heating problem, and I had to go into your apartment. Raizo nods, his expression not betraying the sudden tightness in his chest at this information. RAIZO Is everything all right? LANDLADY Yes, fine, it's all fixed. You keep it very dark and spare in there. RAIZO Ms. Ali, my privacy is very important to me. If you enter my apartment again without my permission, I will leave your building. LANDLADY I just -- RAIZO Good day. He closes the door behind him. ISTANBUL RAIZO'S APARTMENT - He stands on the other side of the door, surveying the room for a moment with severe, unforgiving eyes. The place is monastic, nothing decorative, or comfortable. Then, in a quick series of cuts, he checks all of the secret places he hides things. A drawer is flipped over and a hidden bottom opens revealing weapons. A panel in the oven reveals his chain and blade. A hidden compartment in his suitcase exposes inky folds of fabric. He sifts through them as we hear- OZUNU You should have died. FLASHBACK - ORPHANAGE DOJO - DAY Raizo, breathing hard, stands over another young boy that he has just defeated in a fight. Both are sweaty, dirty, scarred. The other children are lined up in perfect rows, watching silently. Most are boys, but a few are girls. One of them is KIRIKO, lithe and supple, a child's eyes haunted by an adult's sorrows and knowledge. Ozunu circles Raizo as he regards his fallen opponent. OZUNU On the street. Abandoned by your parents. Without a home. Without people to care for you. You should have done as most children do, and gone quietly from this world, to the next. (beat) But, instead you fought. As you did here today. You fought. And you won. As we TRACK with Ozunu, we see that Raizo's body is covered in scars. OZUNU Scars are the calligraphy of violence, Raizo. They inscribe the story of one's life. OZUNU (CONT'D) You survived because you are different. You are special. That is why you are here. That is why the Great Current, which flows beneath all life, carried you to me. |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Nobody: 9:53pm On Nov 15, 2014 |
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Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Nobody: 11:33pm On Nov 15, 2014 |
ISTANBUL LAUNDROMAT Close on tokens being rammed down the mechanical throat of a washing machine. Overhead, the fluorescent lights STROBE unevenly, the fixtures old and in need of new bulbs. Raizo steps back as the washer begins to cycle loudly, a wheezbox instrument that rattles, gurgles and groans. As he looks at the machine we hear: OZUNU Our enemies are everywhere. FLASHBACK - INT. ORPHANAGE - DAY Ozunu strides among his children who are bathing, scrubbing themselves with evergreens. OZUNU You must move without trace or * footprint. Young Raizo pours water through evergreens onto clothes he is scrubbing. OZUNU (CONT'D) You must become shadow; Your scent * nothing but wind through trees. * BACK TO: ISTANBUL LAUNDROMAT - NIGHT A pretty young Japanese woman, the only other customer, calls to Raizo as she stands beside one of the dryers. PRETTY WOMAN Hi... excuse me...? (catches his eye) Would you mind? RAIZO ...sorry? She hands him one end of a freshly dried sheet. PRETTY WOMAN If it's not too much trouble, could you help me with this? He smiles and nods. They begin to fold, corner to corner, end to end. Silently. The fluorescent strobing above them. We sense a strange tension between them as we realize they are alone in the midnight cleaners. He looks at her. She smiles. The uneven strobing on either side of the Laundromat casts uneven shadows on her face... almost as though she had two faces. One light, one shadow. We EXTEND the silence for a long BEAT until he looks down at the sheet and says: RAIZO What clan are you from? She glances up sharply. PRETTY WOMAN I... don't understand... RAIZO You came alone. The Ozunu clan would never make such a mistake. Her eyes REACT as suddenly a blade flashes from beneath the sheet, reaching for Raizo's throat. He catches the blade in the sheet, twisting it in her grip. She fights for control. A fury of slashes and the sheet is shredded. ISTANBUL LAUNDROMAT OFFICE - NIGHT. The night manager is half-asleep, watching a Korean soap on Empress Min. When he hears a series of crashes, he gets up. ISTANBUL LAUNDROMAT - NIGHT He throws open the office door, wielding a fire iron. MANAGER What is going on- The space is empty, glowing with fluorescent glare. One machine is thumping loudly. He crosses to it. As he nears it, bloody water begins bubbling up, flowing over the top. CURRY-WURST STAND BERLIN - DAY Ketchup splatters the chopped meat. MASLOW And two cokes, please. MIKA How long have you been here? And you can't say "zwei cola bitte"? MASLOW Course I can, but you tend to hear more interesting things if people don't know you can understand what they're saying. MIKA Do you ever stop being a cop? MASLOW Not the way I was raised. My dad always said, being a cop has nothing to do with a clock. It's a consequence of consciousness often interpreted as desire. MIKA Desire? MASLOW For justice. And doughnuts. He smiles as they move to one of the circular tables. MASLOW (CONT'D) So you got something else? MIKA I think so. Same template as before. The transfer was made the day before a multiple homicide in Osaka. The police and newspapers are calling it a gangland slaying. MASLOW How do you know what the police report says? You're not still requisitioning evidence with my clearance codes, are you? She shakes her head. Lying. Quickly sipping her coke. MASLOW (CONT'D) Good. MIKA What about the bank audit? MASLOW Denied. It was a long shot at best. MIKA But you said you found something. MASLOW A report. A friend of mine in Moscow, tipped me to it. He slips an envelope from his briefcase and gives it to her. MASLOW (CONT'D) It was written during the height of the Cold War by a high ranking KGB agent named Aleksei Sabatin. In it, he raises the possibility that several political assassinations were conducted by an ancient but very sophisticated network he calls the Nine Clans. (MORE) MASLOW (CONT'D) Mind you, he doesn't call them ninjas. MIKA What happened to him? MASLOW Same thing that's going to happen to me, if I keep hanging around with you- booted out of the service for mental instability. MIKA Is he still alive? We need to find him. MASLOW Working on it. MIKA You believe it now, don't you? He scoffs. MASLOW Ninjas? Are you kidding? MIKA Then why are you doing this? MASLOW No idea- He finishes his soda and takes his garbage to the can. MASLOW (CONT'D) But I can guarantee you that it has nothing to do with the fact that you're the most attractive researcher that I've ever worked with. He smiles and turns before she flushes a bright shade of red. ISTANBUL RAIZO'S APARTMENT - DAY A teapot begins to sing. Raizo pours the boiling water into a plastic bowl of noodles. He covers the bowl and waits a moment for the soup to cook. As he stares, we hear. OZUNU The body must obey the will. * FLASHBACK -ORPHANAGE KITCHEN/DINING ROOM - DAY Several of the younger members of the clan are sitting at the table, about to eat. Ozunu stands before them. He removes a small blade from inside his robe. Places the blade against his palm. OZUNU Hunger and thirst, your bowels and * breath, even the blood in your * veins, are the body's weaknesses. * The knife slices down along his palm, opening a split; the flesh parts, yet no blood flows. OZUNU (CONT'D) Master them, and you master the self. He closes his fist. OZUNU (CONT'D) This is the power of the Ozunu clan. He concentrates, squeezing his hand tightly until he opens it revealing that the wound has closed. OZUNU (CONT'D) This is the way of the ninja. The children look at each other, except for Raizo who stares at Ozunu. OZUNU (CONT'D) Eat tonight and you work twice as * hard tomorrow. Ozunu leaves. The children look at the soup, their mouths watering. All around, the older Ozunu clan members eat noisily. One of the children can't resist any longer and begins scooping up the noodles. In short order, others do the same. All except for Raizo, who sets down his chopsticks. Willing himself not to be hungry. The grown Raizo looks at his soup. We cannot tell if he is going to eat or not. OZUNU The world feeds on the weak. |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Nobody: 11:41pm On Nov 15, 2014 |
FLASHBACK - ORPHANAGE OZUNU HOUSE - NIGHTINGALE FLOOR - NIGHT Young Raizo stands in the central chamber of the compound. The floor beneath his bare feet is made of thousands of carefully mitred pieces of gleaming wood laid down in an intricate pattern. They are not, however, glued down to the floor. The slightest wrong move will make them shift noisily. This is our first look at the Nightingale Floor. OZUNU Suffering exists only because * weakness exists. Ozunu watches from the far side of the room as Raizo takes his first step. Carefully. Graceful as any dancer. He makes no sound. OZUNU (CONT'D) You must hate all weakness. Hate * it in others, but most of hate it * in yourself. He takes another step, and another. Each soft as a falling feather. He is a third of the way across the floor - his body gleaming with sweat - when he steps wrong and the floor sings beneath him. Raizo stops, a flash of panic in his eyes. Then he subdues the emotion and obediently lifts the offending foot, holds it out as Ozunu rises and approaches. Ozunu lays open Raizo's foot with a bamboo rod. Slashing blows that leave deep cuts. Raizo's expression hardly changes. Ozunu returns to his place, and Raizo starts walking again, making no noise, and leaving no trace of his passage... ...except for a trail of small, bloody footprints. FLASHBACK - ORPHANAGE DORMITORY - NIGHT The same evening. Most of the children in this place sleep on mats in the same room. They are exhausted, silent, motionless. We FIND Raizo and though he makes no sound, his eyes show silent tears of pain, his feet still bleeding and bruised. Kiriko looks on from her mat for a long, silent BEAT, knowing the agony he is in. Then, as if coming to an inner decision, she reaches under her mat for a leaf into which a thick salve has been folded. She crosses the few feet to Raizo's mat and, as he watches in silent agony, she puts her finger to her lips, then kneels down -- -- and begins applying the salve to his feet. Within moments, we can see the pain leaving his eyes. Finishing quickly, she folds the remaining salve back into the leaf, exchanges a quick, furtive glance with Raizo, then heads back for her mat. He lays there for a BEAT, confused as to whether his diminishing pain is a good thing. Then he turns to look at Kiriko, but she lays with her back to him, apparently asleep. He regards her silently for a moment, then rolls over himself to sleep as we come around to -- -- the other side of Kiriko, and see that she is very much awake, almost smiling. She closes her eyes. MIKA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT The apartment is dark as Mika ENTERS and turns on the lights. She looks the place over, then goes room to room, turning on every light in the place. The practiced way she does it makes it clear she does this every night. Satisfied she's alone, she goes into the bedroom to change. MIKA'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER Mika is curled up in a chair and with KGB report. She turns a page and sees a photocopied drawing of a very intricate floor that we now recognize as the Nightingale Floor. She reads the caption beneath it. SABATIN (Russian accent) Historical evidence suggests that Ibn-Battuta's journey through the far east brought him into contact with what might be one of the oldest of the Nine Clans. He travels with a group of orphans that are being taken from a city devastated by war to the Shido of the Ozunu clan. The people of the surrounding province refer to the Shido as "The Orphanage." FLASHBACK - ORPHANAGE DOJO We see Battuta, the 14th century Muslim explorer sitting among the original leaders of the Ozunu clan, watching two children fight. SABATIN Battuta describes a ceremonial dinner followed by a display of martial skill. The combatants were children neither beyond the age of ten. Battuta masks his revulsion as the battle continues until one child beats the other to death. Small fists gleam with blood as one boy pummels the other. SABATIN (CONT'D) His host explains that a man's life must be made meaningless compared to the life of the Clan. Own the meaning of a man's life and you own his heart. BACK TO SCENE Slowly the light in the bedroom hallway goes OUT. She freezes, and the world seems to freeze with her. She doesn't move, doesn't breathe. She forces herself to sit slowly up, reaching under her bed for a cricket bat. A car drives by outside. Could be nothing. Could be everything. Despite her fear, she edges toward the door. Slowly peers around it. The darkened hall is empty. There is a ticking sound, like someone tapping at a window. Could be a tree in the wind. Could be something else. She moves slowly through her apartment. Every shadow could conceal unseen eyes. She comes to the end of the hall, where the overhead light is out. She flicks the switch on and off. Nothing. She reaches carefully toward the light bulb. Taps it. The bulb rattles, it's just burned out. She breathes a sigh of relief. Then she notices -- -- that the living room window is open, the blinds gently swaying from the wind, tapping against the sash. She closes it and locks it. Looks to her desk, concerned. Did she leave the window open? Or is something going on. She goes to her desk, anxious, to check on something. She opens a drawer, revealing a box of tampax. Pulls out the tampax to reveal a key... a place no guy would think to check. She unlocks a drawer and takes out an unmarked DVD in a slim plastic case. Relieved, she starts to put it away...then stops. Is it the same DVD? She moves OS. MOMENTS LATER... the TV is switched on, and an image begins to play, revealing a time coded security camera, recording an urban street corner in Japan. The tape is riddled with digital noise and artifacting. Then, slowly, the digital noise seems to coalesce, to grow shapes. The shadows come to life. Then with incredible speed two dark figures start battling it out, their blades striking sparks that are still descending after they've slipped back into the shadows. They emerge over and over, brief flashes of clarity like the perfect arc of a calligrapher's brush describing the wing of a bird. Fight. Retreat. Silence. Shadows. Sparks. Mika hits the pause button and moves closer to the screen, examining the figures. One of the figures is wearing a mask, but the face of the other combatant is revealed, albeit somewhat obscured by the dim light and digital noise. we see that it's Raizo. But she doesn't know that name yet. MIKA ...who are you? She stares at the fierce beauty of his face and touches gently. ISTANBUL RAIZO'S APARTMENT - DAY CLOSE on a bed of nails; sixteen penny nails arranged in perfect rows pointing up, the sharp tips catching the light. As we REVEAL Raizo his breathing is rhythmic and deep, but this is really the first time we have heard him sound like he is straining. As we continue to WIDEN, we discover the reason for this: he is doing handstand push-ups. On the nails. Over and over, with little apparent effort. The hard edges and lines of his body catch the light, like the tips of the nails, as we HEAR: OZUNU Strength is the only virtue that nature respects. FLASHBACK - ORPHANAGE - DAY Children are sharpening their weapons. Ozunu walks above them. OZUNU Hone your body. Sharpen your mind. Become the weapon you will need to survive. Young Raizo looks up and sees young Kiriko looking at him. She smiles. He looks back to his weapon. ISTANBUL - STREET - DAY Raizo walks down a street where repair work is being done. To keep cars from falling into the hole, they'vee covered the street with big steel plates. As the cars and trucks pass over the plates, they make a bump-thump sound. Bump-thump, bump-thump, bump-thump. on Raizo under that sound. FLASHBACK - ORPHANAGE BONSAI GARDEN - DAY Kiriko is working in the bonsai garden. Raizo watches her silently for a moment noticing that she is secretly loosening the wires, letting the branches ease back into their natural shape. He whispers. RAIZO You shouldn't do that. It's against the rules. If they catch you -- KIRIKO Then they catch me. RAIZO They'll put you in the box. KIRIKO Yes, they will. She finishes releasing the branch. KIRIKO (CONT'D) I believe the heart of the tree knows which way it needs to grow. RAIZO Trees don't have hearts. KIRIKO Everything has a heart. RAIZO I don't. There's sadness and bitterness in his eyes. He's closing off to the world, becoming what they want. She won't let that happen. KIRIKO Really? Let me see. He hesitates, then approaches. Kneels down beside her. She reaches toward him. He flinches...a sword he can handle, but kindness has become something foreign...then allows her to undo the top button of his shirt. She presses her ear to his chest. Listens. Then she gently whispers to it. KIRIKO (CONT'D) Hello....hello, you in there. She listens again. KIRIKO (CONT'D) It's saying hello back. And that it's happy to meet me...but it misses you. Raizo smiles despite himself. RAIZO Liar. KIRIKO Listen to mine, I'm not lying. I'll prove it. Again, he hesitates. Then he leans in, and listens to her heart. Bump-thump. Bump-thump. She smiles. KIRIKO (CONT'D) Hello. He looks up at her, his ear still to her chest. And for the first time, his face softens. Bump-thump. Bump- thump. Bump-thump. In the present as the traffic bounces past Raizo. Bump- thump. Bump-thump. Bump-thump. His eyes saddening with memory, he continues on his way. MIKA'S OFFICE - NIGHT Mika is at her computer doing what she does best: intuitively sifting through interconnected threads of information. Searching through what is known about Ibu-Battuta, she discovers information concerning the lost chapters of the "Rihla," supposedly destroyed sometime in the 15th century. She remains immersed until a sound grows louderl and louder. A vacuum cleaner. She checks the time. Very late. She looks up and finds two eyes watching her through the crack in her open door. Startled she gets up while the eyes quickly disappear. In the hallway, an older Asian man is pushing the vacuum cleaner. MIKA Excuse me? Excuse me? He shuts it off, turns to her. MIKA (CONT'D) Where's Jona? He seems not to understand her. MIKA (CONT'D) Jona. The usual cleaner. Jona. ASIAN MAN Ahh, Jona. Jona sick. MIKA Oh. Well, tell him I hope he feels better ASIAN MAN Take care. You should take care. MIKA ...What? ASIAN MAN Work so late. Not good for you. She smiles sheepishly. MIKA True...Thanks. BERLIN STREET - NIGHT. Mika walks down the empty street, the sound of her heels slap against the stone buildings. The shadows seem to stalk her. She hears a faint sound like metal claws against glass. She stops and listens trying to see into the dark. MIKA ...is someone there? ISTANBUL RAIZO'S APARTMENT - DAY Raizo is practicing his chain form. We begin to hear the sounds of another fight. FLASHBACK - ORPHANAGE DOJO - NIGHT Raizo, is fighting with TAKESHI, a few years older, in a room lit by hundreds of hanging torches. Armed with katanas, the boys duck, dodge and weave around the burning obstacles as they fight. They are both extremely agile, their bodies moving with the impossible flexibility of youth. Kiriko watches along with the other members of the clan. If she feels anything as she watches the fight, we cannot tell. They perform a vicious series of combinations, then Takeshi's sword cracks against Raizo's head, opening a huge gash. Raizo hits the ground hard, blood speckling the mats. Takeshi backs away as Ozunu steps in. As blood flows down the side of his face, Raizo looks like the young boy that he is. Pain throbs from the wound, and he begins to cry. OZUNU Did Takeshi's blow hurt you? You * think this is pain? You are * mistaken. * He gouges three fingers into the boy's stomach and twists something inside of him. Raizo screams. His screams smear into uncontrollable sobbing. OZUNU (CONT'D) That is true pain. You must learn * to live with it. He steps back, leaving Raizo writhing in agony. OZUNU This is your first test. Survive * the night. He signals to the rest of the clan and they all begin to leave. Kiriko is the last to turn away. Later. Night. Raizo is still where we left him, a twisted knot of pain, his face stained with tears and crusted with snot. He is trying to control his breath, at first without success. Then slowly, finally, it begins to ease. His hand, twisted into a kind of rigor mortis, slowly begins to relax, opening like a lotus flower. Dawn breaks over the wall, as Ozunu returns to the dojo to find Raizo is sitting in a full lotus, completely calm, the wound already beginning to heal. Ozunu shows a hint of a smile. OZUNU Very good, Raizo. Very good. |
Re: THREAD UNDER CONSTRUCTION by Nobody: 11:46pm On Nov 15, 2014 |
RIVERSIDE PARK - DAY They are walking. Maslow is nervous. : MASLOW Last night I'm working late and I get a visit. Guy named Zabranski. Works upstairs for Internal Affairs. Just drops by. In the neighborhood- cup a sugar- how ya doin- kinda thing. Asks what I'm working on. Oh, this and that, usual blibbity blab, I tell him. Then he smiles and says- FLASHBACK - MASLOW'S OFFICE - NIGHT Zabranski is leaning against the door jam. ZABRANSKI ...Very Good. His faint smile reminds us of Ozunu. RIVERSIDE PARK - DAY MASLOW I don't understand what is really going on, but I'm smart enough to recognize a warning when I see one. MIKA But why? MASLOW Why? It's obvious. If your little fantasy has even slightest chance of being real, then these Nine Clans would have some pretty major juice protecting them. MIKA What are you going to do? MASLOW We are going to tip-toe, very carefully from here on out. You understand? You don't do anything else without checking with me. Got it? She nods. MIKA Did you find Sabatin yet? Maslow isn't sure he wants to answer her. MIKA You did. MASLOW Yeah...he's dead. MIKA How? MASLOW Heart attack. MIKA They killed him. MASLOW People die of heart attacks, Mika. MIKA Was he married? Did he have a family? MASLOW God, you are relentless, aren't you. MIKA I know you Ryan, you would have checked. MASLOW A wife. MIKA Still in Russia? MASLOW Relocated. MIKA Where? He pulls a folded piece of paper from his jacket. MASLOW Explain something to me first. Where is this obsession coming from? What started this whole thing? She thinks. FLASH CUT. We see Mika reaching out to touch Raizo's face. CUT BACK. She shrugs. MIKA Like your father said...It's a consequence of consciousness often interpreted as desire. MASLOW Desire for what? MIKA For the truth. He shakes his head, handing her the paper. MIKA Potsdam. She's in Berlin. Mika shoots off as Maslow calls- MASLOW Mika! Tip-toe! She takes several exaggerated tip-toe steps. CUT TO: ISTANBUL RAIZO'S APARTMENT - NIGHT A shuriken blade grinds against a whetstone as Raizo sharpens the weapon with practiced grace...despite being blindfolded. Sunlight is held back by vertical blinds. When he finishes, he stands, a Rodin sculpted out of midnight. We realize there are wooden blocks placed around the room. In his palm, a single shuriken abruptly fans into many like a deck of cards. Suddenly his arm whips around as the shurikens crack and split the thick wooden targets. He stands alone, still blindfolded. OZUNU These next five years will be the most important of your training. FLASHBACK - /EXT. ORPHANAGE DOJO/VERANDA - NIGHT One of the OLDER NINJAS is wrapping Raizo's eyes with a sticky gauze, like the tape used to wrap horse's legs. MR. OZUNU For an entire year, you shall live without one of your senses, beginning with the sense you rely on the most: your sight. FLASHBACK -. ORPHANAGE DOJO - NIGHT Takeshi's sword slides from one position to another as Ozunu looks on. Raizo, blindfolded, reacts to the sound, matching his posture a fraction of a second later. OZUNU A true Shinobi lives in darkness. The night is his weapon. * Takeshi attacks again. While Raizo eludes or blocks several blows, for every two he manages to block, another connects. OZUNU You must see with more than your * eyes. * Raizo gets up, slowly releasing the tension in his jaw. He takes his position again, and this time the stance is easy, his expression softer. This time, as Takeshi comes at him, everything becomes clear. The whistle of the blade. The zip of the leg sweep against the tatami mat. The sound of his robe. Combined with Takeshi's unmistakable body odor Raizo has everything he needs to dodge, slip and counter. His chain strikes, wrapping an ankle, throwing a stunned Takeshi to the wall. Kiriko tries to hide her smile. Ozunu nods in appreciation. Raizo nods back, as if he can see without eyes. FLASHBACK - . ORPHANAGE DORMITORY - Young Raizo, still blindfolded is in bed. Trying to sleep, but it's impossible. Takeshi's snoring doesn't help. He turns slightly towards Kiriko, as her chest rises and falls, her breath as rhythmic as and gentle as the lap of sea-water in a tidal pool. He begins to breathe in sync with her, perhaps in hopes it will relax him. Slowly, all the other sounds in the room go away, until only her breathing, and his, remains. There is the slight murmur of their hearts. Then she opens her eyes...and smiles at him because he cannot see her. But he hears her heart begin to beat faster and that brings a faint smile to his lips. They listen to each other's breathing growing heavier, the sound of their hearts beating faster and faster. Her lips part as she makes the tiniest movement...tilting her pelvis up, rubbing her hips ever so slightly against the blanket- It's like tectonic plates shifting for Raizo. Bump-thump, bump-thump, bump-thump their hearts growing louder and louder as they become- |
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