Post by Ayu on Mar 7, 2009 21:21:50 GMT -5
Uh, yeah. I'm kind of working on some plays charting the relationships on Realms. I'm still on LxC right now, but I've got Viktor/Dem to think about, and Sterling/Alice/Gio/Taki. Buuuut right now it's still LxC.
Because my writing style is WAY disorganised, I've got scattered scenes, and only one finished scene. This is the end of Act One, which deals with Lizzie and Clyde's metamorphoses.
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Clyde: (Plonks herself down next to her) Hey Lizzie.
Lizzie: (Doesn’t look up from her book) That’s me.
Clyde: Let’s try this again. Hey Lizzie. (Kisses her on the cheek)
Lizzie: (Smirks) Hello, Clyde. (Turns around and kisses her on the lips)
Clyde:[/b] (Looks like she’s going to say something sarcastic, but stops herself and laughs) Whatcha doin’?
Lizzie: (Gestures at book) Three guesses. And the first two don’t count.
Clyde: (Snatches book out of her hand, ignoring Lizzie’s protesting snarl) I guess reading, reading or listening to me. Hey, I guessed right.
Lizzie: (Irritably) Don’t bet on it. I’m not exactly in a listening mood.
Clyde: Hey, hey, hear me out. Got something fun for ya to try.
Lizzie: Joy. More ‘fun’.
Clyde: No, seriously. It’ll be fun. See, we’re all sick of Mr Wilson’s bullshit, right? Well, he’s out tonight.
Lizzie: (Dryly) The excitement.
Clyde: (Laughs and holds up a can of paint) Tada! Me and Mei are gonna have a teensy weensy bit of revenge, that’s all. Hell, Lizzie, I know he’s given you shit too. You in?
Lizzie: (Folds her arms and gives Clyde a long, disapproving stare)
Clyde: (Deflates) That’s a no, isn’t it?
Lizzie: (Raises eyebrow and smirks) It’s an ‘I don’t think you’ve got the guts’, actually. If you’ve got the guts, I’m in.
Clyde: (Looks at her blankly for a moment and then bursts out laughing) We’ll make a Misfit of you yet, Crosby.
Lizzie: (Laughing) Please God no!
Clyde: (Stands up and offers a hand to Lizzie) C’mon. You can afford at least one more step on the wild side.
Lizzie: (Takes the proffered hand, stands up and looks Clyde in the eyes, then bends slightly to kiss her. Without thinking, Clyde deepens the kiss, and locked together the two stumble away behind the curtain. From the wings, Lizzie’s voice is heard.) Rawr.
The lights slowly drop, with the occasional gasp or giggle coming from where the girls exited. The curtains are opened, but the stage remains dark and silent for a moment before the lights come up again, equally slowly. A door flat stands centrestage. To the left of the door, the stage is lit brightly in warm yellows and a teacher’s desk and chair stand DSL. To the right of the door, the lighting is dim and blue. Clyde creeps onstage USR, followed by Mei, who is carrying two cans of paint, and finally Lizzie, also carrying two cans of paint. All three are barefoot, and Lizzie is wearing a shirt and trousers to match Clyde’s.
Lizzie: (Whispers) What if we get caught?
Mei: (Extremely loud whisper) Stupid Pretty Face is to being scare? Teacher is to coming, I is to yelling ‘Mixfit!’ kick ass and stupid Pretty Face and Leader is to running! Is easy! (She puts down her paint cans, makes a sudden somersault and lands in a fighting pose) Ha!
Clyde: (Laughs as she stops in front of the door, produces a hairpin and mimes picking the lock) We’ve done this kind of thing before, Lizzie. We’re not amateurs. If you’re scared, run back to your dorm right now!
Lizzie: (Puts down paint cans and folds her arms defiantly) I’m not scared, this is just slightly illegal. We’ll get into a lot of trouble if we get caught.
Clyde: (Tosses the hairpin in the air, catches it and laughs again.) In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Lizzie, I am trouble. Your choice. I’m not gonna force you. (Opens the door with a flourish) Speak now or forever hold your peace.
Lizzie: (Needled by the challenge, she picks up the paint cans and walks haughtily past Clyde and through the door with a flick of her hair) Like I’d back out now. (Puts the cans down side by side on the desk)
Clyde: (Smirks) Mei, gimme those paint cans and go stand watch.
Mei: (Hands over the cans, bows cheerfully and runs offstage, taking the door with her. Now the whole stage is lit in the same warm yellow.)
Clyde: (Puts down the paint cans next to Lizzie’s load, then takes a screwdriver from the back pocket of her trousers and pops the lid off each can in turn, and chucks a paintbrush at Lizzie, who catches it neatly) Let’s rock’n’roll. (She dips her own paintbrush into the nearest can, which is filled with red paint, and splashes an anarchy symbol onto the backdrop, and then scrawls several insulting messages. Realising Lizzie hasn’t moved, she puts the brush into the paint pot and waves a hand in front of her face.) Hey, Lizzie. If you’re here anyway, you might as well paint something. Go on, live a little! (Encouragingly, as Lizzie dips her paintbrush in the black paint) That’s my girl!
Lizzie starts to write slowly in a long, flowing hand. Clyde watches, then tuts and steps up behind her.
That’s not right! When’d you last see graffiti written that nicely? They’ll track you like that. (Snaps her fingers) Scrawl, honey. Scribble, splash, let it out! (Laughing, she grabs Lizzie’s painting hand and guides it in big, bold, fuck-off lettering) See?
Lizzie laughs as they underline the words ‘FUCK OFF’ together, then pulls her hand free suddenly and splashes paint in Clyde’s hair. With a wicked grin, Clyde grabs her own paintbrush and splashes a line across Lizzie’s chest. Lizzie gasps, laughs again and picks up the can of red paint.
Clyde: Oh no. Oh no no no.
Lizzie throws paint from the can all over the backdrop and Clyde, who gapes for a moment and then picks up both cans from the desk, throwing blue and yellow paint over Lizzie, who yells and hurls more red. This goes on until both girls and backdrop are covered in paint, and the couple lean on the desk, gasping with breathless laughter. Clyde turns around, pushing Lizzie into the desk, and they kiss passionately, hands wandering and smearing more paint across each other’s backs, until Lizzie reaches behind her and drops paint over Clyde’s head. Then they’re off again, laughing and hurling paint and chasing each other, until Clyde is pinning Lizzie to the back wall, breathing hard. They stand lost in each other for a moment, then Clyde reaches down, picks up one of the discarded paintbrushes and, dipping it into the abandoned black paint, reaches up past Lizzie and paints the slogan ‘L 4 C 4EVER’ surrounded by a huge heart on the backdrop. With a laugh of delight, Lizzie kisses her hard, making her drop the brush.
Lizzie: Never knew you had it in you, Clyde.
Clyde: That’s my line. (Grins) This is your inner Misfit, Lizzie. Look around. Isn’t she beautiful?
She strokes Lizzie’s painty cheek lovingly, looking into her eyes all the time, then reaches up and kisses her softly. Lizzie responds in kind.
Mei: (Offstage, loudly) MIXFIT! IS TO RUNNING, CRAZY DOCTOR, OR I IS TO KICK ASS! Ha! Hya!
Several thuds, crashes and bangs from offstage right. Lizzie and Clyde look at each other and then run offstage left, hand in hand and laughing wildly.
THE CURTAIN FALLS
Because my writing style is WAY disorganised, I've got scattered scenes, and only one finished scene. This is the end of Act One, which deals with Lizzie and Clyde's metamorphoses.
---
Clyde: (Plonks herself down next to her) Hey Lizzie.
Lizzie: (Doesn’t look up from her book) That’s me.
Clyde: Let’s try this again. Hey Lizzie. (Kisses her on the cheek)
Lizzie: (Smirks) Hello, Clyde. (Turns around and kisses her on the lips)
Clyde:[/b] (Looks like she’s going to say something sarcastic, but stops herself and laughs) Whatcha doin’?
Lizzie: (Gestures at book) Three guesses. And the first two don’t count.
Clyde: (Snatches book out of her hand, ignoring Lizzie’s protesting snarl) I guess reading, reading or listening to me. Hey, I guessed right.
Lizzie: (Irritably) Don’t bet on it. I’m not exactly in a listening mood.
Clyde: Hey, hey, hear me out. Got something fun for ya to try.
Lizzie: Joy. More ‘fun’.
Clyde: No, seriously. It’ll be fun. See, we’re all sick of Mr Wilson’s bullshit, right? Well, he’s out tonight.
Lizzie: (Dryly) The excitement.
Clyde: (Laughs and holds up a can of paint) Tada! Me and Mei are gonna have a teensy weensy bit of revenge, that’s all. Hell, Lizzie, I know he’s given you shit too. You in?
Lizzie: (Folds her arms and gives Clyde a long, disapproving stare)
Clyde: (Deflates) That’s a no, isn’t it?
Lizzie: (Raises eyebrow and smirks) It’s an ‘I don’t think you’ve got the guts’, actually. If you’ve got the guts, I’m in.
Clyde: (Looks at her blankly for a moment and then bursts out laughing) We’ll make a Misfit of you yet, Crosby.
Lizzie: (Laughing) Please God no!
Clyde: (Stands up and offers a hand to Lizzie) C’mon. You can afford at least one more step on the wild side.
Lizzie: (Takes the proffered hand, stands up and looks Clyde in the eyes, then bends slightly to kiss her. Without thinking, Clyde deepens the kiss, and locked together the two stumble away behind the curtain. From the wings, Lizzie’s voice is heard.) Rawr.
The lights slowly drop, with the occasional gasp or giggle coming from where the girls exited. The curtains are opened, but the stage remains dark and silent for a moment before the lights come up again, equally slowly. A door flat stands centrestage. To the left of the door, the stage is lit brightly in warm yellows and a teacher’s desk and chair stand DSL. To the right of the door, the lighting is dim and blue. Clyde creeps onstage USR, followed by Mei, who is carrying two cans of paint, and finally Lizzie, also carrying two cans of paint. All three are barefoot, and Lizzie is wearing a shirt and trousers to match Clyde’s.
Lizzie: (Whispers) What if we get caught?
Mei: (Extremely loud whisper) Stupid Pretty Face is to being scare? Teacher is to coming, I is to yelling ‘Mixfit!’ kick ass and stupid Pretty Face and Leader is to running! Is easy! (She puts down her paint cans, makes a sudden somersault and lands in a fighting pose) Ha!
Clyde: (Laughs as she stops in front of the door, produces a hairpin and mimes picking the lock) We’ve done this kind of thing before, Lizzie. We’re not amateurs. If you’re scared, run back to your dorm right now!
Lizzie: (Puts down paint cans and folds her arms defiantly) I’m not scared, this is just slightly illegal. We’ll get into a lot of trouble if we get caught.
Clyde: (Tosses the hairpin in the air, catches it and laughs again.) In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Lizzie, I am trouble. Your choice. I’m not gonna force you. (Opens the door with a flourish) Speak now or forever hold your peace.
Lizzie: (Needled by the challenge, she picks up the paint cans and walks haughtily past Clyde and through the door with a flick of her hair) Like I’d back out now. (Puts the cans down side by side on the desk)
Clyde: (Smirks) Mei, gimme those paint cans and go stand watch.
Mei: (Hands over the cans, bows cheerfully and runs offstage, taking the door with her. Now the whole stage is lit in the same warm yellow.)
Clyde: (Puts down the paint cans next to Lizzie’s load, then takes a screwdriver from the back pocket of her trousers and pops the lid off each can in turn, and chucks a paintbrush at Lizzie, who catches it neatly) Let’s rock’n’roll. (She dips her own paintbrush into the nearest can, which is filled with red paint, and splashes an anarchy symbol onto the backdrop, and then scrawls several insulting messages. Realising Lizzie hasn’t moved, she puts the brush into the paint pot and waves a hand in front of her face.) Hey, Lizzie. If you’re here anyway, you might as well paint something. Go on, live a little! (Encouragingly, as Lizzie dips her paintbrush in the black paint) That’s my girl!
Lizzie starts to write slowly in a long, flowing hand. Clyde watches, then tuts and steps up behind her.
That’s not right! When’d you last see graffiti written that nicely? They’ll track you like that. (Snaps her fingers) Scrawl, honey. Scribble, splash, let it out! (Laughing, she grabs Lizzie’s painting hand and guides it in big, bold, fuck-off lettering) See?
Lizzie laughs as they underline the words ‘FUCK OFF’ together, then pulls her hand free suddenly and splashes paint in Clyde’s hair. With a wicked grin, Clyde grabs her own paintbrush and splashes a line across Lizzie’s chest. Lizzie gasps, laughs again and picks up the can of red paint.
Clyde: Oh no. Oh no no no.
Lizzie throws paint from the can all over the backdrop and Clyde, who gapes for a moment and then picks up both cans from the desk, throwing blue and yellow paint over Lizzie, who yells and hurls more red. This goes on until both girls and backdrop are covered in paint, and the couple lean on the desk, gasping with breathless laughter. Clyde turns around, pushing Lizzie into the desk, and they kiss passionately, hands wandering and smearing more paint across each other’s backs, until Lizzie reaches behind her and drops paint over Clyde’s head. Then they’re off again, laughing and hurling paint and chasing each other, until Clyde is pinning Lizzie to the back wall, breathing hard. They stand lost in each other for a moment, then Clyde reaches down, picks up one of the discarded paintbrushes and, dipping it into the abandoned black paint, reaches up past Lizzie and paints the slogan ‘L 4 C 4EVER’ surrounded by a huge heart on the backdrop. With a laugh of delight, Lizzie kisses her hard, making her drop the brush.
Lizzie: Never knew you had it in you, Clyde.
Clyde: That’s my line. (Grins) This is your inner Misfit, Lizzie. Look around. Isn’t she beautiful?
She strokes Lizzie’s painty cheek lovingly, looking into her eyes all the time, then reaches up and kisses her softly. Lizzie responds in kind.
Mei: (Offstage, loudly) MIXFIT! IS TO RUNNING, CRAZY DOCTOR, OR I IS TO KICK ASS! Ha! Hya!
Several thuds, crashes and bangs from offstage right. Lizzie and Clyde look at each other and then run offstage left, hand in hand and laughing wildly.
THE CURTAIN FALLS
