Series 1 Episode 4:
Screen Written by Trenton Havill, edited by Mr. K, and Hacked by -DS-
Opening
Scene:
“Three from hence
And three from hither
Two in yan
One Angry
One Sad
One Pious
One Irreverent
One Oblivious
One too keen
And yet they find their way”
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Diary,
My life is a joke and my mind reels with the events that have lead me to my present state. First I should say that my concert while quite the sell out once more to my music was a complete hit, although my violin seemed to have a mind of its own. Thankfully, Tasha, as well as Adam, has disposed of it for me. The amount of power in that instrument was too much. It was almost as if I couldn’t put it down, and then the crowd began to chant cries to St. Even, such deepened my loathing of our beloved church in town even more. My fingers sent crimson streams flowing across the strings of that violin causing me to play even better. Truly something less than Holy has gripped this town and I think St. Even is too blamed.
Act
1:
However, such thoughts must take a back burner while I discuss the most delightful events that have transacted since last I wrote. First off it should be stated that this Monday was the great cheerleading tryouts, which everyone but me seemed to be looking forward to. In fact the presentation became so nauseating that I almost became physically ill. However, I’m just glad that the F.B.E. (Federal Bureau of Even) guys came when they did. They burst in upon “dear sweet” Torrie during her big dance number. It was excellent. Four of them came in guns a blazing fanning out in some military pattern. One of them was very uncouth screaming for us all to, “GET DOWN, GET DOWN, NOW!” it was rather irritating and then due to my captivation with the situation didn’t follow his orders. Well, neither did a few students near me. In fact, poor Joe (Shmoe) got tasered right then and there; I think he got an aneurism from it too. Well, anyway I sort of didn’t do what the officer said and so he arrested me.
Act
2:
After some of the most irritating questioning I have ever been through I was slapped with a $500 fine and allowed to leave. It would have been nice to just go and play my violin, but no, things have a way of screwing up. First off I decided to go to the church to amuse myself with my violin. The Father was reluctant to allow me usage of the Cathedral but due to his position as a clergy man he is a tad bit more bound in his etiquette than I am a fact that I may eventually have to exploit. Nothing strange happened while I was there, unlike the last time when I went down to the Father’s personal study. I was not allowed access but there was a definite feeling of omnipotence about the room as well as a smell of mold and the sounds of people discussing something.
Act
3:
My instrumental lasted about an hour at the church and after I realized nothing was going to happen this evening I decided to leave and return to my home. None to my surprise my “friends” had yet again gained entrance into my house. Adam, Tasha, and this new kid that I hadn’t even met were sitting in my living room watching TV. After giving my mother a firm tongue lashing I escorted my “friends” from my home and went to bed.
Tuesday whipped by like nothing and I ended up making delightful conversation with the new kid, Mason. Apparently he comes from this one town out in California. Gods know why he would want to come here. He does seem to know Dante, a fact that is exceedingly strange seeing as how Dante just arrived here a couple of weeks ago himself.
Finale:
Now we come to the present. This morning I ended up going to Fencing Club which has sort of unofficially elected Tasha as President and me as Vice president. I was happy to report that my concert, while seeped in bad vibes did manage to rake in $2,453.03 dollars for our happy little club. As practice went on a group of men showed up dressed shall we say…oddly? Apparently they were from this one wrestling thing on TV and Adam had won this prize yesterday. Well, they offered us skybox viewing of the match that Adam was to be in and a week out of school. Not one to turn down a chance to get out of school I jumped at it as did the usual group (Tasha, Mason, and of course Adam). Well, anyway, we were met by Torrie, who must have been released from her charges (who knows what they were), in their stretch limo. This brings us up to now, I’ll write again when I have more to write about.
Next
Week’s Preview:
Back in the dressing room of Torrie Wilson, we catch a
glimpse of Torrie in the shower after a hard day at work, taking a rather long
shower, with lather, legs, and @$$, never mind. Finally a rather large red
splotch appears suddenly over Torrie's assets the camera pulls back to reveal a
monitor looking into Torrie's shower and blood splattered on the screen.