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The stakes were high, the air was thin, and the streets smelt of old garbage and cigarettes. Heh, looks like it's a good day for robbin' this city's bank dry!
Suddenly the chase was on, a silhouette of what looks to be a tall, lanky, skinny male as the city bank's windows soon later shattered on impact when the robber jumped through the glass. A faint trail of a cloud shaped silhouette of the man came into frame before quickly getting swept away by a herd of angry big police men followed suit.
"You'll never take me alive, coppers!"
The fearless lanky male said aloud, his appearance was rather...strange to say the least.
This "robber" wasn't very intimidating in the slightest. Wearing a pair of worn out dusty blue overalls, chewed up withered straw hat, with a pair of black muddy boots; the front of the shoes however looked as if they were chewed off; think of Old Man McGucket but without his signature white beard except he's very tall and skinny and just so happens to look like a hillbilly.
The town was somewhat active, random townsfolk walking around and chatting. It was peaceful. But that peace was soon ruined. Running away from the law like his very life depended on it; The sounds of his overstuffed bag filled to the brim with priceless stolen goods behind his back rattled and shook with a metallic metal sound. As he ran from the police, the townsfolk were mortified, quickly moving out of the way as the hillbilly dashed past them.
"Hey, watch it!"
The man said before stepping out into the dusty street before brutally getting trampled on by the thousands of police men following after the damned robber in a very cartoony style.
"Looks like I needa bring out the big guns.." sneakily pulling out a makeshift gun from within his straw hat in a very cartoon-ish manner. He cocked back the hammer..pulled the trigger...AND BANG! Bullets zipped past the crowd, flying through the air at impressive yet incredible speeds as it rang out throughout their treacherous goose-chase. Innocent bystanders wailed out in fear, running in every single available way possible just like in ratatouille.
"Get back here you rotte--"
[BRRR-RIING! BRRR-RIING! BRRR-RIING!]
"Uuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhh! Why noooow?"
Saturday, 10:15pm: October 31st, 2014.
Christian's House.
[ IT THEN PANS OUT TO HIS ENTIRE LIVING ROOM, ARROWS POINTING TO SPECIFIC THINGS LIKE: EMPTY CHIP BAGS, DIRTY SOCKS, DIRTY CLOTHES, TRASH, EVEN MORE TRASH, SODA CANS, PILED UP DIRTY DISHES, “THE FORBIDDEN SOCK”. ALL OF WHICH IS LAYING ON HIS UNCLEANED FLOORS. ]
[ CHRISTIAN MCTROY. AGE – 26. OCCUPATION – UNEMPLOYED. ]
His phone began to ring, Christian was filled with irritation and annoyance due to his cartoon marathon being rudely interrupted. He sat up from the couch that he was laying on, running his hand through his short dirty blonde hair in an attempt to calm his nerves. Clothes and trash sprawled about the place as he exaggeratedly wiped his face before answering the phone with a sharp groan, “What?” Chris said through the phone with an annoyed tone, feeling his irritation boiling by the second. His face was practically all red and looked really irritated, the struggles of being white pasty boy, I suppose...
[THE PANEL SPLITS INTO A DIAGONAL ZIGZAG LINE, SHOWING BOTH PARTIES ARE ON THE PHONE WITH EACH OTHER.]
“Hey, Chris! Long time no see, man!” a high pitch voice radiated with excitement through the other end of the phone.
Chris’ eyes widened – Is that who he thinks it is? Could it be?
“Sidney..?”
[ SIDNEY HALLEN. AGE – 24. OCCUPATION – SWIM TEAM COACH. ]
“Yeah, dude! Who else would it be, Jimbo McDork-Face?” A cheerful laugh echoed through the other side of the phone,
her voice sounded just like how I remembered..
Sidney is Christian's best friend since high school, it's a miracle how they've been able to keep in contact after all those years. Sidney was just your typical latina, plump body, curvy waist, big massive hookers, tannish-brown skin, and long dark brown hair; she always kept it in a high ponytail as Christian used to recall how she looked. To him, she was absolutely a goddess, a saint, she was perfect in his eyes.
Here's a little backstory,
Christian and Sidney were friends when they were both children, they practically grew up together! When high school came, he began developing feelings for her. One day, he decided to bring it up to her, but...Sadly, she politely declined his confession, rejecting him kindly. Luckily, this didn't ruin their friendship, of course; they just went right back to being friends. Nice, right? Wrong, to this day, Sidney never lets Chris live it down, in a "joking as friends" kind of way. Not really ideal, but he knew she met no harm in it. They still laugh about it from time to time but it still somewhat stings Christian's heart a bit whenever it's brought up. Though, he's over it now, so, it's fine!
Alright, let's get back to the story!
REWIND TIME!
“What’s up, nerd? How’s life been treating you?”
Sidney asked, her voice sounding a bit muffled due to delayed chat latency.
“Eh…It’s been alright for the most part,”
Chris replied back, seemingly relaxing down a bit as he slouched further back into the couch.
It’s been a while since they’ve got to talk to one other without work or random upcoming exams that got in their way.
“So, what’s with the random call?” He asked,
“Something on your mind?”
“Nah, it’s nothing like that,” Sidney spat,
“Just felt like asking you something.”
“Oh?” This made Christian sit up,
his eyes slightly widening as his voice was filled with curiosity.
“Yeah, I got like, this weird invitation in the mail; says that it’s some high school reunion party..”
“Uh huh…”
“And like, the one who’s hosting it is…Phillp Erwinton?!”
“Wait what?! You mean that bitch-ass, stuck-up rich white kid from high school?!”
“I guess so!”
“What does it say?”
“Okay, okay. So, the letter says:”
[IT ZOOMS IN ON THE LETTER, LOOKING MORE CLEARER AS BEFORE UNTIL IT FADES TO PHILLIP WRITING THE LETTER.]
“ Dear Eldest Acquaintances,
Although we have not been on talking terms for quite some time, I have taken it upon myself to humbly bequeath to you this letter of sorts to accompany me and my lovely staff to a nightly stay at our family mansion for a high school reunion.
You and your fellow associates will individually be sent out an invitation by my humble staff.
Costumes will be provided for this event and will be celebrated with a fun game of Murder Mystery. Info cards will be attached to the letter to avoid further questioning.
Further instructions will be listed below on this invitation.
2332 Metrapalus Ln, Ave 12232
Tillmile Arch, UPPER JINX TWN.
270781
222-X67-XX89
Sincere regards,
Phillip Erwinton. ”
[THE VOICEOVER OF THE LETTER SOON FADES AWAY AS THE PANEL GOES BACK TO THEIR PHONE CALL.]
“Yep, sounds just like the kid.” Christian said, rolling his eyes.
On the other side of the phone call he could be seen picking up some dirty clothes and small pieces of trash that was strewn around his place.
“Yeah, tell me about it. It even has that fancy-ass handwriting too.”
Sidney spat,
“What a prick.”
[GASP!!]
“OH! That reminds me!”
Sidney jumped up, sitting straight up on her bed,
“Check your mailbox, dude. I think you might’ve got one too!”
“I highly doubt it but alright…”
[IN ANOTHER PANEL, CHRISTIAN COULD BE SEEN PUTTING SOME STUFF INSIDE OF A TRASH BAG BEFORE WALKING OFF AND OPENING HIS DOOR TO GO (FLIPS TO THE NEXT PANEL) GET HIS MAIL.]
[CHRISTIAN CLOSES THE DOOR AND THE PANEL GOES BLACK BEFORE THE MAILBOX FLAP OPENS UP AND HE REACHES INTO THE BOX TO GRAB THE MAIL, CLOSING IT AFTERWARDS.]
[CHRISTIAN FLIPPING THROUGH THE PILES OF MAIL AS HE WALKS WITH THE PHONE HELD IN BETWEEN HIS SHOULDER AND HIS EAR.]
“Bill.…Bill…Paycheck...Dentist Bill….Scam letter…Scam letter….Bill…” Christian’s eyes widened, he looked down at the embroidered letter with a red wax stamp that sealed it up. “Jeez, this guy still likes showing off how rich he is, huh..?” He murmured to himself,
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. I got the invite.”
“You did? Yes!” Sidney pumped her fist up in the air triumphantly.
“Well, guess I can’t back down now...” He inhaled sharply through his teeth, a sharp SCKEEE! followed after.
“Man, I wonder who else got invited..” Sidney wondered, rubbing her chin as she began to ponder.
[THE ANGLE SOON THEN CHANGES TO THE LETTER IN HIS HAND BEFORE THE TITLE OF THE COMIC COMES INTO FRAME. “BULL’S-🎯-EYE”]
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[IN A QUAINT LITTLE HAIRSTYLER SHOP NEAR HANSVILLE, THE SHOP WAS VERY CALM AND SILENT.]
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE OUT?”
[THE BUILDING SHOOK FROM THE OUTSIDE DUE TO SOMEONE SHOUTING.]
[THE CAMERA ANGLE CHANGES AS WE ARE NOW INSIDE OF THE HAIR SALON. GIVING US A GOOD LOOK OF THE INSIDE WITHIN THE SALON. LASHANA’S BACK WAS FACING TOWARDS THE CAMERA, LOOKING OBVIOUSLY MAD WHILE JAZMINE CAN BE SEEN STUMBLING BACK AWAY FROM LASHANA.]
[ JAZMINE BROWN. AGE – 24. OCCUPATION – FAMILY BUSINESS: HAIRSTYLIST. ]
“I'm sorry, Lae-lae. They're all gone!” Jazmine cowardly said, falling on her butt as she flinched too hard due to her sister shouting. “M-M-Maybe our shipment is c-coming in late or something..BUT! BUT...We can just make more!”
[ LASHANA BROWN. AGE – 28. OCCUPATION – FAMILY BUSINESS: HAIRSTYLIST. ]
“DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES TO–..IT’LL TAKE WEEKS TO EVEN–....” Lashana inhales deeply, collecting her thoughts and her composure with a deep sigh. “Y’know what? Let’s just call mom to see if she has any left..”
“Yeah, let’s do that..” Jazmine agreed.
[ (ONE PHONE CALL LATER. . .) LOCATED IN THE LEFT OF CORNER IN THE PANEL.]
“Alright…*SO*..Mom’s on her way now. Honestly, it was a good thing mom had a bunch of gel and shampoo bottles stashed away inside of the attic, otherwise, we’d be shit outta luck.” Lashana responded, filling her in on the conversation that Lashana had just had with their mom. “She’ll be here in 15 minutes..”
“Okay, sounds good..” Jazmine replied back, not knowing what to say other than a few words.
[It took almost 20 minutes for their mom to get there. Pushing open the door with her foot, Lashana’s and Jazmine’s mom walks through the door. She carried two boxes, both in each arm. They were propped on her shoulders, wanting to show off how strong she was just for the littlest bit of attention.]
“Okay, mom, no need to be a show off…” Lashana grumbled, “Your wrestler days are far behind you,”
“Oh no they ain't!” The mom pitched in.
[ GLORIA BROWN. AGE – 52. OCCUPATION: RETIRED WRESTLER, HAIR STYLIST. ]
“My wrestling days may be over, but that ain't stopping me from smacking some sense into you, Lashana! Ya’ hear me?!” Gloria then placed the boxes down, “Anyway. There, that'll last you a few whole years. Just don't go wastin’ it all in one go, alright?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jazmine replied,
“Awh…Look at my little babies, all grown up and mature.” The mom said, reminiscing on the simpler times.
“You girls are the reason I have something to wake up to every morning. Always makin’ momma proud of you both every single day!”
This then prompted Gloria pulling her girls into a heartwarming hug. Awwe, what a sweet gesture… ….If it weren't for the fact that the hug felt like she was squeezing the two sisters to death then it would've been at least bearable for them.
“M-mom, you're s-squeezing u..us–” Lashana choked,
“Oh, right! Sorry..”
The two sisters were then released, both heaving and gasping for air.
“I forget my own strength sometimes!” She chuckled.
“Well, I'm off. Don't do anythin’ stupid, girls. Ya’ hear?” Gloria stood up, walking towards the door to the saloon before reaching for the handle and swinging it open.
“We won't! Promise, momma!” Jazmine eagerly replied back, watching as their mom left the shop.
“Oh, wait! I almost forgot.” The mom stopped in her tracks, pulling out a letter from out of her bra before handing it to the girls. “This was in the mail. Don’t know if it’s something urgent or not, but it looks important.”
Jazmine and Lashana both look at each other with an expression of confusion on their faces, they soon look back at their mother. The sisters both reach out for the letter. Both of them acknowledge it and begin to have a childish slap battle with their hands. A fit of “eh’s” and a few “stop it’s” were thrown around in the mist of the battle.
“IF ONE OF YOU DON’T TAKE THIS GOD DAMN LETTER RIGHT NOW–”
“Yes ma’am.” They said in unison before Jazmine took the letter from their mom.
“Jesus…even as adults you still fight like children. It’s insane!”
[ WE GET ANOTHER OUTSIDE LOOK OF THE SALOON BUILDING BEFORE IT FADES TO A MORE SINISTER SCENE…]
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“Master Phillip, the invitations are all sent out.”
“Good. . . . Thank you Sebastian.”
[MUSIC CUTS. SEBASTION TALKS IN A NORMAL VOICE FOR A BRIEF MOMENT.]
“--Actually, sir, my name is Johnathan.”
[MUSIC COMES BACK.]
Phillip ignores this and continues.
“This event will go perfectly. . . Nothing will get in my way now. . McTroy won't even know what hit him!”
Phillip has a mischievous look on his face before cackling maniacally.
“Mwhahaha…MwHaHaHa…MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!--”
[Terrible disgusting coughing.]
“Ugh, never doing that again…”
[THE SCENE FADES AWAY TO SHOW HIS MANSION ON THE HILL. AS IF ON CUE, LIGHTING STRIKES AND CRACKLINGS WITHIN THE NIGHT BEFORE SOON CUTTING TO BLACK.]