Yeah.. i know im here lol. And its been years... So whats up guys? anything new... Today was a terrible day for me. It seems as if my life has been torn up. Friends going astray, things like that..

Anyways..

Whats up with everyone?

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My eyes fluttered open and a wave of nausea filled my stomach. Gasping I sat up and tried to realize what had happened. Doing a physical check I mentally felt from my head to my toes. This wouldn't have been done if I hadn't realized my surroundings. I was lying in a hospital bed, lined with scratchy sheets and a lumpy throw. Sitting up in bed I looked around to find the name of the hospital but didn't see it on any of the pillowcases, the walls or even anywhere on my bedside table. Confusion overtook me as I tried to decide where I was.
Light filtered in through gray and dirtied blinds that were stained with who knows what and seemed to enjoy casting an eerie light throughout the room. Slowly I sat up and tried to recall what happened. For all my straining to remember though, nothing came to mind. For all I knew I still only seemed to know simple things, like what color the walls and doors were, it was not this that concerned me. I didn't even know where I was.
I found no trouble in standing up, and doing so walked to the opposite side of the room. My legs were sore and hurt a little as I walked. Struggling to get to the bathroom I examined my face in the mirror. The boy who stared back at me was not more than sixteen years old, but no younger than fourteen. Dark brown scraggly hair fell to my brows and gave way to blue eyes. Somehow the face seemed to mirror my own feelings. Sadness, like I had lost something very dear to me. Something close. Walking back to my bed I sat down, exhausted from the trip to the bathroom. Whatever had happened to me was taking its toll.
Only two people could tell me what had happened. The doctor or my parents, both of which were not present. Lying in bed I continued to try and decipher what happened. Straining to remember all I could think about was that I had a strong will to finish something that I already started. Looking up at the ceiling I had no idea what was happening. It was like waking up from a sleep. With the exception of being in a different place and wearing something you didn't know you had (Not that I knew what clothing I had). Just as I thought this the door clicked open and a man in a white coat walked in. The doctor I suppose, followed by two other people, a man and a woman who I had no idea why they were here. Then it hit me, my parents. The plump woman, who was supposed to be my mother, was crying with terrible mascara stains running down her face like black paint. She wore glasses that magnified her eye making them look like giant beetles. My 'father' faired not much better with a wrinkled shirt and a stained tie. He looked like he had walked off of a cattle ranch and wore a buckle on his like in all the old western films. My mind did a double take. Did I used to live on a ranch?
Before I knew it mascara woman embraced me in a bear hug. Feeling a little awkward I shrugged her off. A hand was placed on my shoulder; I flinched and then jerked away, realizing that some stranger was placing his hand on my shoulder. He might be my father but in my mind he was completely different from someone you might recognize. A stranger in the crowd. "Are you ok son?" He asked. Not saying anything, I just looked at him letting the silence answer my own question. "Listen, I know how you must feel, disoriented, confused-"
"Doesn't describe how I feel." I interrupted. "Lets try very confused, terrified of who you might be and how I got here. But mostly of who I am. Mascara woman stood sniffling beside my father. The doctor, a young man with bleached white hair and blue eyes, stood placental in the corner and then spoke up with a dark uneven tone. "Yes memory loss is normal after a car accident such as yours, but it will wear off, eventually."
I raised my eyebrows, "And why do I not have a scratch on me? Surely that is not normal for a car accident 'such as mine'." The doctor seemed irritated.
"You'll just have to take our word that you were in a car accident and it did cause you to lose your memory." A chill ran through my spine as he said these words. And suddenly I wanted to believe him but knew that it wasn't true. He stood their staring at me with big green eyes magnified by spectacles that were perched on the edge of his nose. The kind you would expect an overzealous doctor to wear along with the standard bleached white lab coat and the accompaniment of a sour attitude stacked with a greed for money. Getting out of bed I stood up and winced as a sharp pain rain down my legs. How long had I been here?
"Careful son, maybe you should lie back in bed." My father said scooting forward to help me.
I held up my hand in protest, "Or maybe," I said sliding away from him, "you should step away." My father drew back close to Mascara Woman. This was very frustrating.
"What's gotten into you m'boy?"
"I don't know, why don't you tell me, better yet why not let the doctor tell me what's going on." I said as I tried to balance myself against the bed.
"I told you once already," the doctor answered me grimacing, "you were involved in a car crash."
"That's bull!" I yelled. "That's bull and you know it is! What kind of car crash erases someone's memory and doesn't injure you? If you can explain this to me then maybe ill see some reason in what you are saying.
The doctor gave a heavy sigh and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows. "You are beginning to become very tiresome Tom Turner."
I froze. Was that really my name? It sounded foreign and empty, as if someone was calling a different person behind me. The doctor smiled, knowing he had gotten under my skin.
"Oh yes Tom, we have been very worried about you. It seems you are experiencing some delirium as well as short term amnesia."
"When you say short term," I mentioned to the doctor as if it was just a passing remark, "does that mean a few weeks a month? How long have I been here?"
"That is of no concern to you," replied the doctor, giving my father a hard stare.
"Oh yes," replied my would be father, "all that matters is that we have you back now, and we adjust you back to your life before the accident." Mascara woman joined in, "Yes sweetie how we have missed you."
By now I was totally weirded out. Imagine waking up in a house other than your own. Now imagine not remembering where you came from or who your parents were. Except in this situation I was in a hospital and a doctor accompanied the people who were supposed to be my parents. "I can't do this," I thought to myself, "Its time to do something. I can't go with you." I said.
"What?" mascara woman questioned tearfully.
"I can't go with you."
My father sighed and looked at the doctor dejectedly, "This must be a side effect of the crash trauma, isn't their something we can do to convince the boy he really is ours?"
"Well," the doctor said, "a blood test seems improbable now so I would suggest taking the child home," The strange man stared at me darkly through his glasses, "Maybe it will be remind him of what life he used to have."
A shiver ran up my spine. "Don't I have the rights to remain here without my parents?"
"I'm sorry but your parents will have the jurisdiction in this situation I think."
Suddenly a plan sparked in my mind. It was risky, especially if there were guards somewhere in the hospital. Other than that I managed I could sneak out and decide what city I was in, let alone what country. "Well then, I'm sorry that I'll just have to leave." The doctor and my parents stood motionless. Ignoring the pain in my leg I sprinted towards the door. No one tried to stop me. Tearing open the door I was shocked at what I saw. A solid brick wall. Not in the doorway itself but across from me as if I had just come out of an alley way in a bustling city. And indeed, cars could be heard in the distance honking their horns.
The door I had just opened was now slammed shut by the doctor with a bang. I backed away looking at him with unease. Behind me the strangers that I now seriously doubted to be my parents were coming closer to me. "You see, Mr. Turner, there is nowhere for you to go." The doctor took a glass bottle and a syringe out of his jacket pocket. Mascara woman and my father grabbed my arms and held them so I couldn't move.
Filling his syringe with the mystery substance, the doctor took a step closer and looked me in the eyes. "As you may now know these aren't your parents and I'm not a doctor, but what you know doesn't matter anymore. It hasn't mattered for the past year. And so now," the imitation doctor said, sticking the needle in my arm, "You must forget, everything. I had hoped our 'treatment' would work this time, but once again I was mistaken. How bout' another go at it."
Darkness swallowed my senses and the drugs rushing through my body were distorting the perceptions of everything I had once known. The room was becoming hazy and fear gripped me. Chills ran through my body and it felt like I was seizing up with stiffness. My breathing had slowed considerably, and I would have given anything for it to stop. I didn't know what was happening. Is this what dying felt like?
The doctor knelt down on one knee and his face was suddenly beside my ear. I could feel his spit spattering the side of my face. "You were so close, but once again you must face the dark of the unknown, the darkness of fear. Are you scared now?" He hissed, "Fear. You haven't seen anything like it yet." His face faded out of view and all I saw was an outline of a ghost like figure with spectacles. My mouth moved but no words seemed to want to come out of them. "Sleep now. Until we wake you, for this war, oh yes, there is a war," He said dramatically, "but fear not of death this time, for this needle contains only heavy sleeping medication. You should not be worried about what is placed in this needle. Hasn't your father taught you anything, silly rabbit, tricks are for kids."
His voice faded, my body succumbed to the medicine…then, nothing.


Chapter 1
Bern lit another cigar as he stood outside the gates of Berlins North Evangelical Church. Those massive golden gates that paid tribute to those who still believed in a greater calling. The 30 year old shook his head as he tolled up all the losses he had suffered when he had taken his own religious crusade ten years ago. Casualties were high and had been at best, a tad unnecessary. Oh what time he had lost praying to those grim stone cold alters that never bore anything but grief. To him, everyone had their reasons, a murderer looking for innocence, a rapist looking for something to make him feel better before he stalked out to find a victim. Bern himself? Just a little peace and quiet. Somewhere to belong.
Dropping his cigar and crushing it on the heel of his boot the man walked away from the church. A chilling wind swept the street causing the man to pull his jacket around him even tighter. Germany was cold at this time of year, and even after living their so long the young man had still not gotten used to it.
The streets were cold, gray, rickety, cobbly things that made one scream for smooth pavement. Fortunatly no one took this road anymore, the sight of the church was enough to keep one away. It was almost as if the people had chosen to avoid it, as if God would seemingly strike them down for staying away to long.
Bern however thought that all religions were ridiculous in their own way or another. Each with a leader and each with a group of dedicated followers enslaved by their own self. His mother had been Catholic, his father, Jewish. After being raised in a religious setting for eighteen years Bern had denounced his faith and escaped his family that lived in America to move to Germany. After snagging a small job as a secretary in the Reichensteig, where the government office had been moved to, Bern slowly worked his way up in the social class gaining ranking as well as power, until he had the job as undersecretary of the President himself, Kohr Slinensteig.
Each day Bern woke up in his average apartment to go to his not so average job. Not able to afford much, Bern took the chance at buying a 2 bedroom suite, sacked in between other nobodys.
Bern was the kind of person you avoided on the street, if you were in fear of being audited or having everything taken from you by the government. He wore the typical social workers glasses, carried a briefcase and even had a stopwatch to know the exact time. A brown thing perched on his head stood as hair but was questioningly a toupee, and his shoes were all business as were his pants, shirt, and tie.
Everything he did seemed as if it was in a professional manner from brushing his teeth to eating his breakfast. And surely the man had not seen the front side of a woman in years (nor the backside) for that matter. He listened to slow elevator music and a Readers Digest from America always cheered him up.
Turning the corner of the block Bern found himself walking up a street bustling with people, unlike the one he had just come from. Shops and bakeries lined this street instead of salvation. The people these days liked it better that way. Berns apartment building was just around the block and he couldn't wait to get there after a hard day of work to put his feet up and settle down to a nice book.
The sun stood lower in the horizon now and dusk was beginning to find its place on the skyline. Clouds were no where in sight and he could see stars twinkling in the black blanket that was beginning to appear. They winked and smiled at him, and Bern looked down in disgust. He hated being outside after dark. To many bugs, and freaks out.
Reaching the doorway to his apartment building, Bern buzzed in and the unlocked the door. Making his way up the 32 steps that he counted every morning the young government worker stopped. Was that someone bustling about in his apartment upstairs? He didn't think so but it sure wouldn't help his day if it was. After all that paperwork something had to go his way.
Skipping the last few steps (in a professional way of course) Bern hurried to his red apartment door number 19 and unlocked it. It clicked open with ease and admitted the frazzled man. "Is anyone their?" he whispered as he was slowly poking around the room.
A floor board creaked making Bern jump. It came from the room above him. "By gods!" he cried banging on the ceiling. "Keep it down up their! Fatso! Cut down on the cheese balls! Your going to fall through this floor if you keep it up!" Some yelling could be heard following this comment, but none of which would be appropriate enough to write down on a piece of paper. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Bern cried raising his hands to the ceiling in mock protest.
It was then he noticed the gun pointed directly into his face. "Don't move." It was a woman voice. The only one that had ever been heard in this apartment. Bern raised his hands, trying to keep calm, but failing miserably.
"Take my money!" he cried, "Just don't kill me!" Tears welled in the pathetic mans eyes.
"Shut up!" was all the man earned, as well as being pistol whipped. Several of his teeth flew across the room and hit the wall.
Bern examined the woman's face searching for every detail that would lead to her arrest. His first thought was that she was terrifying to the point of insomnia. But this soon passed and he saw her for what she was. She was black for starters. But fair faced nonetheless, with beautiful brown eyes. Her hair flew freely past her shoulders and was remarkable in every detail. She was in short breathtakingly beautiful. More beautiful than any other woman Bern had ever had the fortune to lay eyes on. She wore plain jeans and a tight brown shirt. But she also had a gun. And she also was pointing it at Berns face.
She looked at him apprehensively. "You staring at something with those big four eyes or should I give you something to really look at?!" she hissed. "Maybe a bullet down the throat would do nicely." She cocked the gun.
"No! Please, I wouldn't dare! Take whatever you want!" Bern turned red, disgusted that he hadn't put in an alarm system yet.
Slowly the woman put the gun in her jacket pocket. "I want you, as it were. Get everything you need for work tomorrow. And hurry. Remember," she said pointing to the gun fastened at her hips. "Ill be watching."
Scurrying off to do the woman's bidding Bern had never been more flustered in his life. Of all the nerve someone had, to barge into his house (apartment) with a gun and the command him to come with them. Really! This was getting out of hand.
However, the poor man did as he was told and gathered his things at breakneck pace, getting his suitcase, his coat, and some extra clothing. His toothbrush remained on the counter. It didn't seem quite the appropriate time to fight plaque as he was probably about to fight for his life god knows where.
Returning to the living room the woman seemed pleased, despite the fact that she was standing in a room where books and magazines seemed to grow out of the tables and roll onto the floor.
"Out the door. You first."
Bern did so and walked out the door, aware that he was most likely at gunpoint. Behind him he could hear the steady steps of the woman following him. Once again he started counting the steps. Silently of course. It was all he could do to keep his mind off his now seemingly imminent death. Pathetic really, but it served its purpose. Until they reached step thirty-two that is.
Halfway out the door to the street, they both froze-
"Hold it!" a voice cried from behind them. Bern turned, his insides icy. It was Mrs. Finkle, the old smelly woman who leased the apartment rooms. She was dressed in her usual nightgown standing on the top landing of the stairs. Bern could almost hear his heart beating. It was like being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to as a kid.
"If I've told you kids once, ive told you a thousand times, no girlfriends in these apartments!" shrieked the old hag. Bern's captor smiled and looked at Mrs. Finkle with relief.
"I assure you, it will not happen again." She said in her sweetest voice. Which was not hard at all.
"It better not! Or next time," Mrs. Finkle pointed her finger at Bern, "You'll be out on the street with all the other trash!"
Turning aside, the bitter woman went back into her apartment and slammed the door behind her, causing the whole door frame to rattle. The beautiful black woman looked at Bern her sweetness melted off her face faster than an ice-cube melts in the summer. "Lets go," she hissed impatiently.
The sky was now fully black and provided just the creepy scenery Bern needed to make his nightmare become even more horrifying.
No one dared walk at night with all the crazies running around. The town was known for its robberies and murders. And all of them took place at night. Very convenient.
All the shops had closed at least two to three hours ago and the street lamps had come on, lighting the road just enough to see a few steps in front of you. Yet providing ample light for navigating through alley ways was not what the lights were designed for, as Bern was having to do.
His captivator lead him deeper into the heart of the city, taking him down twists and turns that he didn't even know were there. But before he knew it he was somewhere he recognized from just a few hours before.
"Your bringing me to the church." Bern mentioned, more so as a statement than as a question. Fitting, he thought, to die in a church. Looking back at him the stunning woman said nothing as they approached the gate that surrounded the church.
"Over," she said pointing at the fence. It was easier said than done. The fence was about eight high and had spiked tips on the top. Once over that, Bern could easily see the back of the church. It was just as beautiful as the front. In that old, outdated sort of manner.
"UP!" grunted the aggravated woman pulling out the gun. She pointed at Berns face without hesitation. "NOW!"
Bern did as he was told, threw his suitcase over the fence, and began the risky climb over the fence. His jacket caught and would have been torn if he hadn't noticed it getting caught on the top spike in one of his button holes. Jumping over. He considered his options. Bern could just barely see the road and the old houses beyond that. He could run, and possibly be shot down. Stay here, and possibly be shot down. And their was always the third option, take no action…and possibly be shot down.
All options seemed quite grim at the moment, so Bern decided to play it out (in the most sophisticated way as possible of course) and see what happened.
With the ease of an artist, the black woman seemingly grabbed the top of the fence, threw herself over it and landed onto the spongy grass beside her captive. She landed with a thud, grabbed Bern's arm and they were off again.
She whisked him to a small door leading into the massive cathedral like church. They came in from it, and the secretary gasped. His first thought was that he was in a junkyard. For everywhere he looked, their seemed to stand trash and other debris. Pews were overturned and bibles lay scattered. Some last effort pamphlets lay around announcing a church event that never actually happened.
The church itself was huge and the ceiling seemed miles away. The back wall itself was the most impressive however, it was a stain glass cross that made up the entire wall, wrapped in light with doves flying out into the rays of the sun. A beautiful creation that must have taken months of hard labor by countless people. To Bern however, it was just a silly fancy, nothing more than a sword turned the wrong way.
Where the alter used to be now their was nothing but a blank spot. The quire pit was a mess with chairs and ripped pages of music scattered everywhere, some of them tumbling across the floor, blown by the draft that was created when the door had been opened.
A large number of pamphlets were laid in a pile on one pew that was askew but not overturned. Bern picked it up and read the front of one:
Salvation! Only a prayer away!
It was almost eerie, and made him shiver. Though he had turned from his faith a long long time ago, he had never actually seen a church in disrepair before. The sight made him want to leave and never come back. If only he could. Unfortunatly, he was being watched by a woman who seemed to be growing more and more impatient with him.
"Keep moving!" came a voice from behind him. " To the back of the church!"
Bern did as he was told stepping over the debris, and avoiding the pews as best he could.
His suitcase swung in his hand and one time hit his leg causing him immense pain.
It didn't take long to reach the back of the church however, and there they reached another door that stood along side and old fashioned two way mirror. The kind where you could see shadows of what was inside. Bern guessed this was where they filmed all of the church going on's, but had no idea why they were going there now. Maybe she would shoot him inside this sound proof room, and hide his body here. It sounded reasonable enough. Only vandal teenagers came around here, and only then when they were extremely bored. No one would ever find him.
It seemed that Bern would soon find out anyways. Stepping past him, the black lady reached inside her pocket, inserted a key inside the door and clicked it open. They stepped inside.Only, someone was already waiting for them.
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Bern's first thought was person sitting in the chair was a teen, just leaving high school and getting ready to pursue his education.
His second was that this was someone not to be trifled with. A sour look was on the mans face. His hair was black and looked like it had been slathered with grease. His eyes a pasty blue, and his skin of oriental descent. Clothed in a black jacket and blue jeans, he completed the menacing image by adding a gun to the holster by his hip. Bern could tell he was an Arab after having takin a foreign history class in school.
His face split into a grotesque smile revealing yellowing teeth. He looked up at Bern and then his eyes shifted to the woman behind him. "She's back," The Arab grunted, "and with company.
For a second Bern wondered who he was talking to and then realized that there was a second chair in the room, only this one was positioned so that Bern could not see who was sitting in it. The only thing he could see was the startling white hair that he supposed grew out of an older persons head. It looked as if it belonged in the shadows. "Good." Came a shockingly young voice. "Tell Lela to come in and make our guest at home."
Lela, Bern's newly identified captor shoved him through the doorway brutally. Bern started to sweat. He had been in some strange places before, but one thing was certain, he would give anything to be anywhere but here. The church had been creepy enough by itself. But it seemed the room was just throbbing with darkness, it made his bones ache and rattle as if they were being played on like a drum.
This remote darkness combined with the fear he felt at being held captive by three people now, not just one, and not to mention the fact that they all had guns completely terrified him. Almost to the point of passing out.
Someone in the room chuckled. "Nervous, Oracle?" It was the man sitting in the chair. The chair rotated as he spoke, and what was lit up by the bare gleam of the light made Bern gasped.
It stared at him. An eye. Or eyes, it was more those than anything else that terrified the young American. It was those that Bern would remember most vividly later on. Gray and menacing, all knowing and terrible. Dementia concealing itself, veiled by a cloak of evil.
Its face was completely white. Almost like paper, Bern knew that if he had something to write with he could write and it would show up clearly. But he didn't dare.
Monster. It is what the thing in the chair had to be called. For it was the only word that he could think of. For whatever it was it could not possibly be human.
"Cat got your tongue?" the thing spoke in a as human like voice as was possible. Suddenly the monster lept from his chair and flew across the small room, grasping Bern by the throat. "Or do I?"
Bern's eyes bulged as he was lifted from the floor. Spittle flew from his mouth, and he knew that this was the end. He only hoped that when God received him on the other side he would be merciful.
"My lord." Interrupted the Arab, the monsters grip loosened slightly as Bern was placed on the ground. The fury that the Arab faced at that moment was enough to shake the entire room. Bern could almost feel those malevolent eyes turn off of him and onto the Arab.
"How dare you interrupt me!" raged the monster that looked human. "Yet again, I see that my rage is unnecessary. You were simply reminding me that the Oracle must remain unharmed." The thing smiled. A sweet smile that looked poisoned with venom. "Let me remind you that anytime you," he pointed to Lela, "or you", he pointed to the Arab, "have any problems you may inform me. Though next time either of you question me, ill cut off your heads!" He screamed this last word so loud, that if we had not been in a sound proof room I was sure someone would have heard him.
"Now. Back to formalities. I am," said the monster bowing, "Mert Jackleson. Don't call me Mer, don't call me sir, and don't call me master. You may call me Lord, you may call me Mert, you may call me evil. But whatever you do. Don't question me. You sir." He said pointing to Bern. "This is no Stephen King novel this is no Dean Koontz twist, this is in fact real life madness. And you are stuck right in the middle of it. You are not a hero, you are not a godly man, you are in fact nothing." He emphasized this last word. "What we want from you right now is nothing more than a little," Mert paused searching for the right word, "performance. Something I assure you, you will excel at. For instance, right now you are thinking of darting for the door," The Arab and Lela drew their guns and cocked them, "something that would do well not to attempt, as it would be the end of the line for you." Mert chuckled. "Or maybe not." Bern froze. He had been thinking of doing exactly that. "Now we know what you know. We know that the president, Kohr is going senile in his old days and this is exactly the kind of opening into the political world we need. And you my friend are going to help us."
"And what would make me want to do that." Bern asked fearfully.
Mert pulled out his own gun which looked something like a sawn off shotgun, in the form of a pistol. One of the older kinds that had to be thumb cocked before you could fire. He performed this motion now and pointed it and Berns head. "Consider this into your calculations my friend."
"Okay then." Bern gulped. "What do I need to do?" Mert looked from Lela to the Arab and then paused on Bern, smiling his wicked smile.
"Infiltrating the Reichensteig will be the easiest part. You will call in to Kohr that the Ambassador from Sudan will be making a visit in two days time." Mert lowered the gun, "You will accompany me into his office and then you will play good boy why I talk to Kohr. Simple, and easy to remember." Bern stood quietly, contemplating what they were about to do. Did he value his life enough to go along with this plan? He wanted to say no but the real answer was yes. He would go along with this plan to save himself, their would be a time for heroics later.
"Ill help you."
Mert laughed, "Of course you will. And now I think its time that we sleep. Lela will you lead our special guest to his suite please?"
Lela smiled grabbing Berns arm, "Gladly. But if I may?" she asked. Mert smiled his evil smile. "Why of course."
Satisfied, Lela slammed her gun into the side of Berns head. He crumpled to the floor and remained their.
"Not so hard next time Lela." Mert said checking Berns pulse. "We don't want to kill him. Yet."

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Ch.2
When I woke up on the train I knew that there was no way of going back. My parents were sending me into the countryside, away from the world to see if I could come to terms with myself. After suffering from extreme amnesia I had lost all of my memories. Everything. Gone. When I came to I was in a hospital, with my parents at my bedside. At the time I didn't know who they were but I guess If they could stay overnight with me they at least liked me. Heck whom I kidding. They loved me.
I couldn't believe it that I got out of the hospital that same day. We left immediately and a nurse wheeled me to the car. A stretch. Yup things were defiantly on the verge of weird here. Then I saw the house. At first I thought it was just a place we would be passing. Then we pulled in. It was monstrous. The kind with a golden fence and a fountain that split the driveway. I might have forgotten 16 years of memories, but I sure had the sense to know that a place like this didn't come cheap.
A butler scurried outside and opened the door for us. That is, my parents and I. As we got out of the car (me on my own two feet again) and walked toward the door, or doors for there were two, the butler got into the front seat of the car and drove it away. To be parked I suppose. I didn't think that burglaries usually worked like that.
Entering the hall was like walking in to a football stadium that was cut in half and formed into a house. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating but I know this.. I could have fit at least fifteen Shamoo the whales in there. Walking in the doors the first thing I noticed is that what I was standing in was a grand hall with two staircases that wound up to the third floor and bypassed the second. To my left I saw a clear door that I was almost certain lead to a pool. I knew this because I could just hear the sound of water. To my right an elevator that looked like one you would see in a upscale apartment building. Yup. I guess this means I'm loaded.
My mother should have told me that by her looks. She was slim. Wearing a white form fitting dress with pearls strung around her neck. On her finger was a ring that was truly a rock, and her shoes looked to be name brand. She reminded me of Cruela De Vil. Except in a, nicer, richer, cleaner sort of way.
My father was exactly the opposite of my mum. Where she was slender and beautiful, he was rugged and tough. He wore a nice suit, but I didn't really think he was a suit kinda guy. For all I know he could have squashed my head with his biceps. From that day forward, I started calling him Goldburg. After the pro wrestler, ya know? Im not to into wrestling but if anyone looked like a wrestler, it was this guy.
Ok, so I was rich, and I had Cruela De Vil Barbie style for my mother, and Goldburg in a suit for my father. But none of it changed that I still had no conception of who I was. Something that was of the utmost importance. Being without memory is like this. You wake up. You know your on planet Earth, yadda, yadda, yadda, but key memories still get away from you. Your childhood for instance, how you were raised, where you were raised, by whom you were raised, basically anything and everything that involved human contact. Yet, I still knew that it was 2010. I still knew that global warming was a big problem. Its almost as if someone had taken a pressure washer and washed clean all of my family and friends memories.
It was a little depressing at times, and yeah Goldburg and his wife never had any time to spend with me. But, I got over it. Besides, they were of doing whatever it is they do to make money. Which I am a little confused on, because as far as I know, they don't do anything. It wasn't a problem to me though. Leisure time in the pool, watching tv, and playing xbox on the plasma screen tv was all I cared about. Besides. How do you walk up to someone new and say, 'Hello. My name is… wait…dang it I forgot again. Ohh! Right! Sorry! My name's Bryan." Yeah exactly.
Besides, the name Bryan still sounded a little stale to me. Like a sandwich left out all night. Or maybe it felt like something you borrowed without permission. Whatever the case, my parents informed me that my name was in fact, Bryan Lee Smith. Yeah. Most days they didn't even bother. It usually went like 'hey kid did you eat yet?' or 'sweetie, have Butler take you to the movies tonight.'.
But no more movies for me now. I was off. My parents had Butler, that's what we called our 'manservent', pack clothes for me for about a month. Then without further ado they loaded me up on a train set and bound for Alabama, where I would visit relatives. Leaving the station, mom said goodbye and so did dad but they were both indifferent about me leaving. I guess its because they never saw me anymore.
It's a strange thing being on a train alone. The first class compartment I had to myself was lonely so I amused myself by ordering obnoxious amount of free food just to try it. After having eaten a full pizza and fallen asleep on the window, I had just bumped my head and received a healthy sized knot.
Part of me did want to go back to the mansion located in the suburbs of New York, but I was also ready to actually meet some of my family and make some new friends instead of being lead around like a puppy on a leash in the big city.
The train ride was slow, and once I got onto a connecting train. If there was anything duller than looking out of a train window for hours, it must have been looking out of the train window for hours. It was dullsville.
No that was not the place I was headed, I was headed for Sweetwater. I had no idea what to expect until we got there.
When the train pulled up to the station I noticed that people outside were standing around with signs. I guess mine would say, wait, whats my name again? Oh yeah, Bryan Lee Smith.
As I left the train with my suitcase that had been brought to me by a attendant, I looked around frantically. There were so many people. This place was almost bigger than my house! "Hey mummy!" I heard a girl near me say, "Is that the boy that was on the news?" She pointed at me. The girl that looked to be about 7, and her mother looked me over. I tried my best to look inconspicuous and at the same time look like I was not paying any attention to them. The mother then quite assuringly replied to her little girl, "No baby, now stop pointing. How many times have I told you?" Yet she steered her little girl away from me anyway.
Oh great. My parents didn't tell me I was a mass murderer or anything. You think they could have filled me in on that. I knew I wasn't a supergenious either, because as far as I know lightsabers from the Star Wars films hadn't been invented yet, and if I was a genious that would be first on my list.
About that time someone tapped me on the back. I tried to muffle a scream, and it ended up coming out like something inbetween a cough and a laugh.
"Little skittish are ya?" Said the teenager that had tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around, this guy didn't remind me of, well, anybody. He looked like the average teenager. He had short brown army style hair, looked to be about 15 and was about medium build, same as me. In fact the only difference was the hair. We both had bright blue eyes. Same facial expression. My hair just fell kinda messy to my bangs. If I wasn't mistaken, he was my twin brother.
"Cousin Danny." He said holding out his hand. "Momma told me you didn't remember anything so I thought id right well and proper introduce my self."
Somehow, I couldn't imagine Cruela De Vil as having a country sister, but hey, whom I to judge? So I went along.
"Bryan." I shook his hand.
"Well, ill take that for you if you like."
"No thanks."
"I insist." He took the suitcase from my hand. A hospitality I was not accustomed to. In New York, nice was putting cheese on your hotdog and leaving off the ketchup.
"Oh. Alright." I tried to spit out, but Danny was already spun around and walking towards the exit. I caught up with him in a hurry.
"Momma's waitin outside in the truck. Seeing as were not accustomed to coming out here to Montgomery we should probably hurry. She doesn't like all this hustle and bustle you see." After having walked the streets with Butler a few times around Times Square, I completely understood. We wasted no more time in getting to the exit. Bursting through the doors we exited to the right and made our way to the parking lot.
"That her over there." Danny pointed to a Ford F-150. It was black, and there was chrome. Lots and lots of chrome. Looked like Cruela hadn't been so cruel with sharing her money.
We stored my suitcase in the back and Danny hopped into the front. I jumped, rather awkwardly into the rear. I wasn't used to such a high up mode of transport. After finally getting inside I shut the door and put on my seat belt. Safety first ya know.
"How are you Bryan?" the driver said giving me a toothy smile. Now Danny's mother looked almost nothing like mine. She had long brown hair, green eyes and wasn't supermodel skinny. Not fat. But not a beach bunny either.
"Good." I replied. As good as a kid can be that has lost his memory. "I appreciate you letting me stay with you."
"Its no trouble at all. It's the least I can do for my sister. Im sure that meeting some of your cousins and your Uncle Tom will bring you a relapse into some of your family memories. Besides, the country out here is beautiful. Much more so than that city smog of yours. No offense."
"None Taken. I know just what you mean."
"I just know your going to love it here. Danny will be letting you share a room with him. Ill let him help you move in after supper. I hope you do enjoy friend chicken. By the way, you can call me Aunt Nera. My real name is Neravea, but Nera just kinda caught on I guess."
The next three hours that it took to get to Sweetwater, Alabama were spent talking about boring information such as what I had been doing, and what I didn't remember.
Apparently one of my distant, distant cousins had been half related to Elvis Presley, one of my uncles was responsible for 'Seal On' 'The newest and best applicant for sealing anything!', and Aunt Nera had been decended from a long line of Gypsies that had moved to America after World War II.
I listened to Danny talk about how he and his two younger brothers went fishing down by the pond that wasn't far from there house, and how he was angry that only two weeks were left during the summer for him to enjoy.
"You'll get along with everyone one just fine," he told me as we pulled onto a long dusty road, "Ill introduce you to my friends. Don't worry, will have a blast."
But still fear swelled inside of me, and I couldn't help but feel a prickle of nervousness as we drew closer and closer to a house that I couldn't remember.
This house was nothing like the one I had grown in the past few months. It was just as beautiful though. If not more so. It was a white house that had blue shutters and a white picket fence. The front door was red. It was officially an American Dream. A dirt road led behind the house to where the truck we were riding in parked, right next to a motorcycle.
Yes, these people were country, but they weren’t exactly hillbillies either. More along the lines of wealthy southerners’. As we got out of the truck I looked around.
To my right was the house, as I looked up I could see a balcony overlooking the driveway. The kind that opens from a bedroom. (Think romeo and Juliet) For a second I could have sworn I saw someone standing there. But before I could ask Danny the window figure had disappeared.
“Well this is it.” Danny mentioned to me.
“Yeah.” I replied softly, “Its awesome.” To my left was nothing but a field of grain. Not much to look at, but the way the grain moved in the wind made me think of a giant golden sea. Straight ahead in the distance I could barely see a pond.
For a pond, it was quite large and I could have easily put a boat in and entertained myself. As I thought about this my eye glimpsed a row boat tied to a dock.
A finger tapped me on the shoulder. It was Aunt Nera. “Come on now sweetie, you must be starving.” She steered me into the house. “You’ll have time to look around later.”
When I entered the house I found myself in a medium size room that led off consecutively to: The living room, the stairs, the kitchen, a small bathroom, and what appeared to be the dining room. Nera and Danny entered the latter with me close behind. Only two other people were sitting at the table. One a Tall man that looked like Danny. Uncle Tom I presumed, and another that had blonde hair and looked as far away from Danny as one could. I could only guess that this was his brother.
“Danny, this is Uncle Tom,” Aunt Nera said. The man nodded his head,“ and this,” she said pointing to the boy who appeared to be impatient is Lucus.”
Lucus looked at me quizzically. “You’re our cousin. The one who lost his memory in some freak accident right?”
“Lucus!” Uncle Tom yelled. “Don’t say things like that!”
“No,” I replied, “Its ok. And yeah, I did lose all my memories.”
“So how come you aren’t all crazy and stuff? How do you even know your on Earth. Heck, how do you even know what Earth is?”
“Oh Lucus, Really!” said Aunt Nera. “Now lets sit down for dinner.”
Not sitting down I answered Lucus’ question. He seemed like the kind of person that I would get along with and like, or not get along with and hate. I had no idea which, but so far things weren’t progressing very well. “I have no idea. I just have this big blank spot where people are concerned. Its like have a lot of knowledge in your head and not knowing what to do with it. Kinda like a big 4-d puzzle. I just gotta find the right peaces. I just hope Sweetwater will be one of them.”
Nera smiled. “Im sure it will dear. Now lets eat.”
As we sat down to dinner, Danny said grace and we started to eat. As I had been told, a basket of fried chicken adorned the table, accompanied by mashed potatoes, green beans, macaroni and cheese, and hot roll. It was quite a nice spread for only the five of us. But it was still delicious and I ate ravenously. At the castle I could have anything that I wanted but this was ten times better than anything I had had there. I ate some of everything and when I was offered seconds from Uncle Tom I gladly accepted.
As dinner wore on and stomachs were filled up and plates were emptied I began to notice a change in atmosphere. Uncle Tom seemed to be yawning and so was Danny. It couldn’t be that late could it? I looked at my watch that Butler had bought me one day in New York. 9:45. Wow. It really was late. Now I knew why Aunt Nera had been anxious to eat.
It had been getting darker steadily as we had driven down from the airport but hadn’t really been that bad and I hadn’t even stopped to think of the time till now.
“Danny, show Bryan where his room is.” Uncle Tom said in a yawn. “And if you’ll excuse me I think ill retire for tonight.” Uncle Tom left the table taking his dishes with him and left the room, disappearing into the kitchen.
“See you guys in the morning.” Aunt Nera said, following him to the kitchen. As she left she took everyone elses dishes. Only I realized that everyone else was only Danny and I. Lucus must have slipped out some time when no one was paying attention.
“Come on,” Danny motioned to me, “I’ll show you where we will be sleeping.”

Its my very random very badly filmed (becouse my camera was being borrowed used a el cheapo kind) theme song. But, i like it.. Shrugs*


p.S while im here..on the subject of Harry Potter, although we will discuss this later children.....
I TOLD YOU HARRY WAS A HORCRUX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOL. Watch me while i pull your card through a solid window.... You think of any card, and it shows face up in a deck... You sign a card, i bend it stick it in the middle of the deck, Next thing you know the top card bends upward, its your card...

Yes, i know these tricks but i cant do them...BECOUSE I DONT HAVE A VIDEO CAMERA.... **CRYS


In other news heres my schedule:
1st Semester
1: Honors Physical Science/Hover
2: Internship/Matthews
3: Geometry/Johnson
4: Video Editing?/Matthews
2nd Semester
1: Spanish/Westmoreland
2: US History/Wright
3: English/Mcalister
4: Newspaper/Brown

Yeah, i know, another stupid card trick...but one word.. DRAGONFORCE

Now that the script is mostly done.... We need to think on who can be guard 1 and guard 2, and who can get us into the theatre...

Guys use your popular influency powers to get us guards.

Well... Its fineto. Its over, this is the script with the final scene. So's do some editing if you like. After spending 5 days in SA with no livejournal access i typed this up. So, peace.



Act 1: Scene 1
Setting: Elbert Theatre, exterior

Rough Draft
Act 1: Scene 1

Opening Credits/Intro Music

Setting: Elbert Theatre, exterior

A GUY walks by while listening to Lily Allen's "Smile" on an iPod; as a curse word comes around, he takes iPod earphones out and looks into the door's window.

GUY puts iPod ear buds back in after aforementioned curse word and walks around the other side of the theatre towards the police station.

SCENE TWO

GRAY, A.J., DYLAN, JESSIE, FABS, and KELSEY walk into a coffee shop (the green bean?) around a round table discussing the robbing of the Elberton Theatre.

A.J.: Why did you drag all of us here?

JESSIE: Seriously! I'm missing my soaps right now!

GRAY: Your soaps can wait.

JESSIE: But you never know what might happen from day to day! And I can't afford TiVo, so don't even start with that, babe. (Z-snap)

GRAY: Well, if you will listen to my proposition, maybe that can be... Changed. (wink!)

THE OTHERS: Oooooh... Proposition... Shiny...

DYLAN: And it has four syllables!

GRAY: Imagine, if you will, girls at your side (or guys, respectively) new video games whenever you need it, a pet monkey (FABIO sits bolt upright and smiles... evilly), and whatever it is your little old self desires.

A.J.: (calmly) What exactly is it you are proposing? (sips coffee)

GRAY: I want to rob the Elberton Theatre.

(A.J. nearly chokes on his coffee; FABIO pats him on the back while laughing... evilly.)

JESSIE: Aww, heck no! (slaps palm on table) You must be out of your mind!

FABIO: (suddenly wearing Elton John glasses and a boa) No, I'm out of my mind, and even I wouldn't do something as stupid as this.

JESSIE: Exactly! (exasperated) How are we going to break into the theatre?

(Enter KELSEY.)

(Ominous music plays and lightning flashes in the background as KELSEY approaches the table.)

KELSEY: Hi! (in a sweet voice followed by a dirty look towards JESSIE)

DYLAN: (irritated at the new arrival) I thought you said this was a job without any strings.

KELSEY: (giggles) Maybe I should show you what a string would look like wrapped around your throat. (leans in exceptionally, uncomfortably close and glares) Have you ever killed a man in cold blood? Ripped out his still beating heart and showed it to him so he can see how black it is before he dies? (narrows eyes and tilts head) Do you love your mother?

(DYLAN shudders and whimpers)

(PAUSE!)

FABIO: (harp music in background; close up) I... I think I love this girl.

A.J.: (mumbles) At least you're thinking.

FABIO: Oh em gee, (points angrily) YOU, FACE, SHUT IT!

GRAY: (oblivious) Okay guys, this is what's going to happen. We will break into the theatre on a Saturday premiere night, a night where the theatre averages up to one million dollars (Dr. Evil voice, please) from tickets, sales in food and drinks, and other profits gathered over the past month. This is the penultimate night. The night where the Theatre locks the money in an underground vault.

A.J: So, how will we get in the vault?

GRAY: (points at AJ) We don’t. That’s the key. We are going to rob the theatre during the play.

JESSIE: And how are we going to do that?

GRAY: During the play, the box is kept in a locked room. In the room is a safe inside of a locked cabinet. Inside the safe, the box, and inside the box... our money. Only one problem: The box room is guarded with trip motion sensors invisible to the naked eye--

FABIO: Hehe, naked.

GRAY: (still oblivious) Although sunglasses-- Like these-- (takes the Elton John sunglasses and shows them around) usually allow you to see them just fine--
KELSEY: How tacky.
FABIO: Hey, I don't question your lifestyle!
GRAY: --But before we get into the room, we must somehow distract the guards... Take the keys on their belt and use them to get inside. Also, one wrong entry into the safe will set off an alarm that will bring the whole theater down on us.

JESSIE: Wait… hold up... What do we get out of this?

A.J.: Well, Jessie, behind curtain number one is a fifteen percent cut of the profits! Yes, you heard right: one hundred fifty thousand each. Enough to buy yourself a nice shirt!

KELSEY: Like Dolce or something? I'm not taking anything less than Gucci, okay?
(lyke omg i fickseded eet)

A.J.: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let me get back to my announcer spiel, okay?

KELSEY: Whatever. Loser.

A.J.: Jessie, behind curtain number two, we have guard dogs ripping you to pieces! And curtain number three, WOW! An all-expenses paid trip to the fine, FINE Elbert County Jail. Just remember: Don't drop the soap!

GRAY: So, who’s in?

FABIO: (puts on Rambo-esque bandana) Let's do this.

DYLAN: Maybe I can get a jazz-like jail experience... I hope Queen Latifah is there or something.

KELSEY: Me too! I mean, I'm in. Prison is not couture at all, though.

FABIO: (Laughs) You're funny. And... (sliding closer to KELSEY) You know, you have the most beautiful eyes. (wink)

KELSEY: (shoots laser beams at Fabio through her eyes) No.

GRAY: Jessie?

(JESSIE looks like he wants no part until KELSEY smacks him on the head)

JESSIE: Alright, alright! I’m in. (rubs head) (looks up at KELSEY) AND THAT HURT! I'm sensitive in that area, you know...

KELSEY: I think we've established that I really don't care.

(Everyone looks at A.J.)

A.J.: You didn’t think I would miss this would you? Besides, I like crazy commentary. (shrugs)

(GRAY smiles.)

GRAY: Aaaaaaaalrighty, then! Let's get started!


SCENE 3


(The crew standing up somewhere, anywhere in the open, being given instructions for the jobs they need to do to make sure the Heist goes well)

GRAY: Okay, people. We have twenty four hours to get this done. Fabs?

FABIO: (salutes) Aye!

GRAY: It's your job to get the keys from the security guard. Make sure they don’t notice the key is gone.

(FABIO rubs hands together and plots maniacally)

GRAY: Kelsey.
KELSEY: (turns head) Oui?
GRAY: Once Fabio has taken the guards keys I want you to distract them. Get them away from the door. Jessie-

KELSEY: (holds up hand) That won't be necessary, he’s with me.

(JESSIE looks at KELSEY fearfully.)

GRAY: Whatever. Dylan! It's your job to make sure we all get in the theatre without arousing any suspicion. I want you to buy tickets for us, and then accompany A.J. and me to the Lockbox Room. A.J., once were in the room, it's up to you to get us through. I've heard you were good with locks, eees theees true?

A.J.: I broke into my friend's car with a hammer once. Does that count?

GRAY: (Pauses) Good enough. Now. Once we have the money, I want Fabio to be waiting around back with Kelsey and Jessie. Fabio, you'll need to find a get-away vehicle as you’re the only one who has a license valid in the continental United States.

FABIO: Does that include Jamaica? I have some outstanding parking tickets in Jamaica...
DYLAN: (rubs temples with forefingers) Dear Gabriel in Heaven, help us all... Even though stealing is wrong... Whatever. I'm praying for my own well-being at this point.

GRAY: (Ignores.) Okay. I'm going to bring a duffle back into the theater with us that we can use to put the money in. Everyone ready?

(Shrugs and murmurs of non-excitement)
(Gray, you may need to borrow your sister's cheerleading attire for this... Just, you know, for realistic purposes.)

GRAY: Okay! GIVE ME A "T"!
EVERYONE ELSE: (unenthusiastically) "T"...
GRAY: GIVE ME AN "E"!
EVERYONE ELSE: (unenthusiastically) "E"...
GRAY: GIVE ME AN "A"!
EVERYONE ELSE: (unenthusiastically) "A"...
GRAY: GIVE ME AN "M"!
FABIO: (suddenly excited) M & M's?
DYLAN: No, I don't think so. I don't think he means the nearly-neo-Nazi rapper, either.
FABIO: Well, that just takes the fun out of everything.
GRAY: Team on three! (puts hand out) one. Two. Three. Hey- (everyone has vanished) Where’d everyone go? (re-enters cafe where everyone is once again sitting around the table)


SCENE 4

(24-esque clock starts ticking zooming out to be Gray's alarm clock. alarm goes off, Gray wakes up and walks to kitchen. Out of focus, the team is sitting at table. Gray walks and opens box of cereal and is in the middle of pouring cereal into bowl when he notices the team sitting at table)

GRAY: Um...hi?

KELSEY: Nice jammies.

FABIO: Oooooh Captain Crunch!!! (grabs box and starts devouring)
DYLAN: You honestly don't have the attention span of a chipmunk, do you?
FABIO: (looks up, his cheeks puffed out with cereal) Hmmm?

A.J.: Okay, we've mapped out the perimeter (pulls out chart and lays on table) We have the main house here, lobby, bathrooms, and assorted storage areas. Here is the vault. Now, security guards are posted here, here, and here. (points to map) This security guard holds the key. At exactly 8:09 and 52 seconds, this guard will go pee, this will be the perfect opportunity to acquire the needed keys.

GRAY: How do you know all this?

DYLAN: Google...

A.J.: This will also leave the post open for entry by Alpha team (looks at DYLAN and GRAY) that's you. Now, unfortunately, the Lockbox room is always guarded. However, at 8:15 and 37 seconds, the guards will change. This will be our opportunity to gain entry, but it doesn't give us much time. Our best bet is to get both of the guards together in the same place and distract them with re-run episodes of Seinfeld.

FABIO: (looks up from cereal for a moment) She has man hands...(mouth full of cereal)
KELSEY: What the heck? I DO NOT! These are manicured within an inch of their lives.
GRAY: You really don't get out much, do you?

A.J.: Once they're distracted, we will be at total and complete liberty to enter the Lockbox room and take the money! What do you guys think?

(Everyone is asleep except FABIO who is still munching cereal. A.J. sighs.)


SCENE 5


(Nightfall at the Elberton Square)
("Bella Notta" [you know, that song from Lady and the Tramp] plays in the background; CAMERA pans around the square to reveal everyone hidden in various/obvious places. CAMERA finds some random couple that is making out on a bench in the middle of the square.)
GIRL: Oh, bayyybeeee, I luhv youu!
BOY: Oh, baybeee, I luhv youu teeew! Lex mayke owt sum mohre!
GIRL: Mmmkay! I just luhv the way yew play tonsil hawkey!
BOY: Yew teeew! Yew ahre sew skeeled!
(GIRL giggles and they go at it again.)
(CAMERA pans down and JESSIE is hiding under the bench, rolling his eyes.)

(FABIO’s head pops out from behind a bush dramatically (Mission Impossible music). His face is painted camouflage, and he is wearing goggles and a wide brimmed hat. He motions with his hand.)
FABIO: GO GO GO! (mouthed)

(The crew comes out of various hiding spots and quickly runs toward the theatre. Anyone who can, can do cartwheels or roll on the the ground, or do the army crawl.)
JESSIE: (pops out from under the hormone-infested losers) I'm sorry, but I must interrupt your baby-making festivities! (runs away)

(DYLAN holds up his hand, and everyone jumps into a hiding spot.)

KELSEY: All clear! (loud whisper)

(Run across street and put backs up to building. GRAY motions with his hand. DYLAN produces six tickets for the group.)
GRAY: (looks them over) You copied them? (the tickets all say the same thing… Ticket #120.)

(DYLAN shrugs.)

GRAY: Whatever. (passes tickets out) Okay, let's do this.
(Everyone calmly walks around in a cool way to the ticket booth) (This will be in slow mo later.)

FABIO: (Rest hands on counter) Hello.. (Romantic) Were here to see the hit play, Into the Woods.

WHIT: May I see your tickets?
(Everyone gives her the tickets.)
WHIT: Oh, well, look at that! I just had deja vu! Maybe it's beeeeeccaaaaause... These are all the same ticket! And, oh, golly gee... That's kind of illegal. Did you know that... Sir?

FABIO: Why no I was not aware of that. (fake tone, sounds like he is lying) (Looks at DYLAN and makes motion with hand across throat) Why don’t you be a good girl and…let us in anyway….?

WHIT: If you don't leave, I will call security. Besides, the play has already started. And if you (point angrily at FABIO) call me a "good girl" again, I'll take care of you myself.

FABIO: (sexy growl at ticket lady.) You know, I'm always free after the shows.
(WHIT shoots her Death Glare through the glass.)

A.J.: No, it's okay. (to the ticket lady) I'm here to see my girlfriend, Shanikwafofikamymequa. She usually leaves me tickets. You might know her?

WHIT: (Stunned) Oh yeah! (pulls out envelope) I have six tickets right here. Thank you sir, enjoy the play. I mean, enjoy what's left of it. (winks)

A.J.: Thank you.
(Everyone else looks shocked.)
A.J.: What?

KELSEY: I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.

A.J.: (puts on dark mysterious glasses) There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. (scene flashes to AJ surrounded by girls, laughing, then flashes back)

KELSEY: So, how did you get her to leave us tickets?

A.J.: I'm sorry, but I can't tell you how, and I can't tell you why. (walks away, hands in his pockets, cool)

KELSEY: Oooooookaaaaayyyy…..

FABIO: Hey, wait! I can be mysterious too! (...And the Elton John Sparkleglasses and feather boa make their encore appearance)

KELSEY: Loser.

FABIO: But--! (tosses boa over his shoulder)

GRAY: Guys!
(GRAY, JESSIE, and DYLAN are standing at the door.)
DYLAN: We have a job to do!

KELSEY: Right! (Stands in a Sailor Moon pose)

(FABIO pushes A.J. out of the way to stand beside KELSEY)
(Everyone walks into the theater.)
WHIT: (looks up from her book and raises an eyebrow at the door) What the heck was that all about? (sigh) Brunettes! Are SUCH! FREAKS! (goes back to reading)


SCENE SIX


(TWO GUARDS are standing in front of the door.)

GUARD 1: My dearest comrade, I am afraid I must remove myself from your presence, for the carbonated beverage that I consumed earlier this evening (along with my exquisite dinner of noodles and meat sauce which I learned to make from Giada What's-Her-Face on Food Network. You know, that one who is freakishly skinny even though she stuffs her face with Italian food all the time? It's weird.) has at last reached my bladder.

GUARD 2: Just shut up and go already.

GUARD 1: I appreciate your permission, my darling ally. (reaches out to kiss his fellow guard's hand)

GUARD 2: Ugh, no.

GUARD 1: I shall return shooooortlyyyyy!

GUARD 2: Taaaaaake your tiiiiiime... please.

(Camera follows guard into the bathroom. Guard pees and then turns around to see Fabio in his boa and Elton john glasses.)

Guard 1: What are you doing here?

Fabio: I think you know that.

Guard 1: Really? You’re here because Elton John is like, an idol to you and you worship him?

Fabio: (pauses) Noooo…. But I can take those keys you have in your pocket.

Guard 1: (Takes Fighting pose) Im sorry my good sir, but that will be utterly and eternally impossible.

Fabio: (Uses his Crane style kung fu) Ill just have to take them by force then.

(Voice comes over seemingly out of nowhere)
Voice: FIGHT!!!! (mortal kombat voice)

Fabio: (Takes off his boa and slings it around) HAHAHAHHHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Guard 1: (relaxed) Whats that boa gonna do hun? Except get you arrested by the fashion police.

Fabio: No you just didn’t! (Voice comes over, mortal kombat, FINISH HIMM!!!!) (Slings boa and hits guard. Guard falls down and passes out)

Fabio: (Mortal Kombat voice, FLAWLESS VICTORY!!!) Teaches you to mess with me! (Takes guards keys)

Fabio: (Runs out of bathroom and hands keys off to Gray.)

Gray: (Runs to the lock room but stops when he sees the guards) Oh No!

(Kelsey and Jesse come around the corner talking. They walk right in front of the guard and Kelsey drops her ipod)

Kelsey: Oh no! My ridiculously old Seinfield re run episodes!

Guard 1: (Picks up ipod and looks at it, and then goes into a stupefied glaze. Drooling required)

Gray: (Runs around the corner and meets Kelsey and jesse.) Good work guys. Now go meet Fabio at the car.

(Kelsey and Jesse run off)

(Dylan and AJ appears and follow gray into the vault room)

Dylan: (tries to walk into the room after gray unlocks it)

Gray: Wait! The motion sensers (Puts on Fabio’s Elton John glasses) (Exaggerates crossing trip wires. Hits a button on the other side and the wires are gone) Ok AJ do your stuff.

Aj: (crosses the room with a HUMONGOUS hammer)

Gray: Wait nooo!!!

AJ: (Swings hammer at cabinet in the room and ends up tapping it gently. It swings open) (Sighs of relief) (Inside is a safe that is full of money) (Aj puts his ear to the lock)

Dylan: Whats the combination.

Aj: 120

Dylan: Did you look that up on Google?

Aj: No, Yahoo.

Aj: (Puts in combination and the safe swings open) (The safe is full of money (monopoly???)

Gray: (Brings out a duffle bag and shoves the money in) Ok guys lets go.

(The crew makes for the door, but before they get their an alarm goes off.)

AJ: Quick! Run!
(Whitney appears in the doorway)
Whitney: Not so fast! I knew their was something fishy about you.

Gray: (Hands bag of money to Dylan) Take the bag and run. Ill hold her off.

(Dylan and AJ run out of the room, past Whitney)

Whitney: So whats it gonna be? Elberton? Or Hartwell prison?

Gray: The only bars ill be seeing are……I mean… the….. ohh I give….

(Shots of the crew, all of them running out of the theater. They hop into a car….(Fabios) and Fabio starts it.)

(Camera back on Gray, this time being arrested by Guard 1 and Guard 2)

Gray: And I would’ve gotten away with it to. If it weren’t for that girl and her pesky violent red lipstick..

Whitney: (shrugs)

(Shot of crew driving down the road)

(Camera back on whitney)

Whitney: Take him away.

(Guards cart Gray away)

SCENE 7

(Six months later. Camera pans to Gray walking away from the Elberton prison. Fabio drives up in his car. Gray gets in and Fabio hands him a thick envelope. Fabio is wearing his Elton glasses without the boa and appears to be ready to go.)

Gray: Is this what I think it is? (Fabio nods)

Fabio: So where will it be first? Wal-Mart or Vegas?

Gray: (smiles) Wal-Mart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Car drives off and disappears into the distance)


END OF MOVIE

Hey peoples. Whoever wants to can take this script. Added another scene.





Act 1: Scene 1

Opening Credits/Intro Music

Setting: Elbert Theatre, exterior

Rough Draft
Act 1: Scene 1

Opening Credits/Intro Music

Setting: Elbert Theatre, exterior

A GUY walks by while listening to Lily Allen's "Smile" on an iPod; as a curse word comes around, he takes iPod earphones out and looks into the door's window.

GUY puts iPod ear buds back in after aforementioned curse word and walks around the other side of the theatre towards the police station.

SCENE TWO

GRAY, A.J., DYLAN, JESSIE, FABS, and KELSEY walk into a coffee shop (the green bean?) around a round table discussing the robbing of the Elberton Theatre.

A.J.: Why did you drag all of us here?

JESSIE: Seriously! I'm missing my soaps right now!

GRAY: Your soaps can wait.

JESSIE: But you never know what might happen from day to day! And I can't afford Tivo, so don't even start with that, babe.

GRAY: Well, if you will listen to my proposition, maybe that can be... Changed. (wink!)

THE OTHERS: Oooooh... Proposition... Shiny...

DYLAN: And it has four syllables!

GRAY: Imagine, if you will, girls at your side (or guys, respectively) new video games whenever you need it, a pet monkey (FABIO sits bolt upright and smiles),and whatever it is your little old self desires.

A.J.: (calmly) What exactly is it you are proposing? (sips coffee)

Gray: I want to rob the Elberton Theatre.

(A.J. nearly chokes on his coffee; FABIO pats him on the back while laughing evilly.)

JESSIE: Aww, heck no! (slaps palm on table) You must be out of your mind!

FABIO: (suddenly wearing 'Elton John' glasses and a boa)No, I'm out of my mind, and even I wouldn't do something as stupid as this.

JESSIE: Exactly! (exasperated) How are we going to break into the theatre?

(Enter KELSEY.)

(Ominous music plays in the background as KELSEY approaches the table.)

KELSEY: Hi! (in a sweet voice followed by a dirty look towards JESSIE)

DYLAN: (Irritated at the new arrival) I thought you said this was a job without any strings.

KELSEY: (giggles) Maybe I should show you what string would look like wrapped around your throat. (leans in exceptionally, uncomfortably close and glares) Have you ever killed a man in cold blood? Ripped out his still beating heart and showed it to him so he can see how black it is before he dies? Do you love your mother?

DYLAN: (shudders and whimpers)

(PAUSE!)

FABIO: (harp music in background; closeup)I... I think I love this girl.

A.J.: (mumbles) At least you're thinking.

FABIO: Oh em gee, (points angrily) YOU, FACE, SHUT IT!

GRAY: (oblivious) Okay guys, this is what's going to happen. We will break into the theatre on a Saturday premiere night, a night where the theatre averages up to one million dollars (Dr. Evil voice, please) from tickets, sales in food and drinks, and other profits gathered over the past month. This is the penultimate night. The night where the Theatre locks the money in an underground vault.

A.J: So, how will we get in the vault?

GRAY: (points at AJ) We don’t. That’s the key. We are going to rob the theatre during the play.

JESSIE: And how are we going to do that?

GRAY: During the play, the box is kept in a locked room. In the room is a safe inside of a locked cabinet. Inside the safe, the box, and inside the box... our money. Only one problem: The box room is guarded with trip motion sensors invisible to the naked eye--

FABIO: Hehe, naked.

GRAY: (still oblivious) Although sunglasses usually allow you to see them just fine, but before we get into the room, we must somehow distract the guards... Take the keys on their belt and use them to get inside. Also, one wrong entry into the safe will set off an alarm that will bring the whole theater down on us.

JESSIE: Wait… hold up... What do we get out of this?

A.J.: Well, Jessie, behind curtain number one is a fifteen percent cut of the profits! Yes, you heard right: one hundred fifty thousand each. Enough to buy yourself a nice shirt!

KELSEY: Like Gucci or something? I'm not taking anything less than Dolce, okay?

A.J.: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let me get back to my announcer spiel, okay?

KELSEY: Whatever. Loser.

A.J.: Jessie, behind curtain number two, we have guard dogs ripping you to pieces! And curtain number three, WOW! An all-expenses paid trip to the fine, FINE Elbert County Jail. Just remember: Don't drop the soap!

GRAY: So who’s in?

FABIO: (puts on 'Rambo' bandana)Let's do this.

DYLAN: Maybe I can get a jazz-like jail experience... I hope Queen Latifah is there or something.

KELSEY: Me too! I mean, I'm in. Jail is not couture at all, though.

FABIO: (Laughs) You're funny. And... (sliding closer to KELSEY) You know, you have the most beautiful eyes. (wink)

KELSEY: (shoots laser beams at fabio through her eyes) No.

GRAY: Jessie?

(JESSIE looks like he wants no part until KELSEY smacks him on the head)

JESSIE: Alright, alright! I’m in. (rubs head) (looks up at KELSEY) AND THAT HURT!! I'm sensitive in that area, you know...

KELSEY: I think we've established that I really don't care.

(Everyone looks at A.J.)

A.J.: You didn’t think I would miss this would you? Besides, I like crazy commentary. (shrugs)

(GRAY smiles.)

GRAY: Aaaaaaaalrighty, then! Let's get started!


SCENE 3


(The crew standing up somewhere, anywhere in the open, being given instructions for the jobs they need to do to make sure the Heist goes well)

Gray: Ok people, we have 24 hours to get this done. Fabs.

Fabio:(salutes) Aye!

Gray: Its your job to get the keys from the security guard. Make sure they don’t notice the key is gone.

Fabio: (rubs hands together and plots maniacally)

Gray: Kelsey. (Kelsey turns head) Once Fabio has taken the guards keys I want you to distract them. Get them away from the door. Jessie-

Kelsey: That wont be necessary, he’s with me.

(Jessie looks at Kelsey fearfully)

Gray: Whatever. Dylan. Its your job to make sure we all get in the theatre without arousing any suspicion. I want you to buy tickets for us, and then accompany A.J and I to the Lockbox Room. A.J once were in the room its up to you to get us through. Ive heard you were good with locks, is that true?

AJ: I broke into my friends car with a hammer once, does that count?

Gray: (Pauses) Good enough. Now. Once we have the money I want Fabio to be waiting around back with Kelsey and Jessie. Fabio, youll need to find a get away vehicle as you’re the only one who has a license valid in the continental united states.

Fabio: Does that include Jamaica? I have some outstanding parking tickets in Jamaica...

Gray: (Ignores.) Ok. Im going to bring a duffle back into the theater with us that we can use to put the money in. Everyone ready?

(Shrugs and murmurs of non excitement)

Gray: Ok team on 3 (puts hand out) one. Two. Three. Hey- (everyone has vanished) Where’d everyone go? (re-enters cafe where everyone is once again sitting around the table)


SCENE 4

(24-esque clock starts ticking zooming out to be Gray's alarm clock. alarm goes off, Gray wakes up and walks to kitchen. Out of focus, the team is sitting at table. Gray walks and opens box of cereal and is in the middle of pouring cereal into bowl when he notices the team sitting at table)

Gray: um...hi

Kelsey: nice jammies

Fabio: oooooh Captain Crunch!!! (grabs box and starts devouring)

AJ: okay, we've mapped out the perimiter (pulls out chart and lays on table)We have the main house here, lobby, bathrooms, and assorted storage areas. Here is the vault. Now, security guards are posted here, here, and here. (points to map) This security guard holds the key. At exactly 8:09 and 52 seconds, this guard will go pee, this will be the perfect opportunity to aquire the needed keys.

Gray: how do you know all this?

Dylan: Google...

AJ: This will also leave the post open for entry by Alpha team (looks at Dylan and Gray) that's you. Now unfortunately the Lockbox room is alway guarded. However, at 8:15 and 37 seconds, the guards will change. This will be our opportunity to gain entry, but it doesn't give us much time. Our best bet is to get both of the guards together in the same place and distract them with re-run episodes of Seinfeld.

Fabio: (looks up from cereal for a moment) She has man hands...(mouth full of cereal)

AJ: once they're distracted we will be at total and complete liberty to enter the Lockbox room and take the money! What do you guys think?!

(everyone is asleep except FABIO who is still munching cereal)

AJ: (sigh)


SCENE 5 (This scene is about getting into the theatre)


(Nightfall at the Elberton Square)

(The crew is hidden in various parts of the square. Behind trees, under benches, anywhere that looks obvious, but the crew thinks they arent.)

(Fabio’s head pops out from behind a bush dramatically (mission impossible music) His face is painted camo and he is wearing goggles and a wide brimmed hat. He motions with his hand)
Fabio: GO GO GO! (mouthed)

(The crew comes out of various hiding spots and quickly runs toward the theatre. Anyone who can, can do cartwheels or roll on the the ground, or do the army crawl.)

Dylan: (holds up his hand, and everyone jumps into a hiding spot)

Someone: All clear! (loud whisper)
(Run across street and put backs up to building. Gray motions with his hand. Dylan produces 6 tickets for the group.)
Gray: (looks them over) You copied them!?! (the tickets all say the same thing… Ticket #120.)

Dylan: (Shrugs as if he didn’t care)

Gray: Whatever. (Passes tickets out) Ok, lets do this.

Crew: (Everyone calmy walks around in a cool way to the ticket booth) (This will be in slow mo later.)

Fabio: (Rest hands on counter) Hello.. (Romantic) Were here to see the hit play, Into the Woods.

Ticket lady (Whitney): Can I see your tickets sir. (Everyone gives her the tickets.) Umm, sir, these tickets are all the same. You know copying them is illegal right.

Fabio: Why no I was not aware of that. (fake tone, sounds like he is lying) (Looks at dylan and makes motion with hand across throat) Why don’t you be a good girl and…let us in anyway….

Ticket Lady: Umm sir if you don’t buy tickets then ill have to call security. By the way, the plays already started anyway.

Fabio: (sexy growl at ticket lady.) You know, im always free after the shows. (She appears frightened and about to call security)

AJ: No, its ok. (to the ticket lady) im here to see my girlfriend, Shanikwafofikamymequa. She usually leaves me tickets. You might know her?

Ticket Lady: (Stunned) Oh yeah! (Pulls out envelope) I have 6 tickets right here. Thank you sir, enjoy the play. I mean, enjoy whats left of it.
AJ: Thank you.

Crew: (stunned)

AJ: what?

Kelsey: I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.

AJ: Puts on dark mysterious glasses. Thiers a lot you don’t know about me. (scene flashes to AJ surrounded by girls, laughing, then flashes back)

Kelsey:So how did you get her to leave us tickets.

AJ: Im sorry, but i cant tell you how and i cant tell you why. (Walks away, hands in his pockets, cool)

Kelsey: Ok…..

Fabio: Hey wait! I can be mysterious!!

Kelsey: Loser…

Fabio: But!!

Gray: Guys! (Gray stands at the door with dylan and jessie waiting on the other crew members) We have a job to do!

Kelsey: Right!

(Fabio pushes AJ out of the way to stand beside Kelsey) (Everyone walks into the theater.)

The text doesnt show up well at the end, but you get the idea. Anyways. Write. Write on the script for your lives!

OK. Ticket 120 is basically a movie about a guy and a group of friends who are going to rob the Elberton Theatre. Imagine Oceans Eleven except on a smaller scale. Im going to pass this script to whitney. Whitney i want you to do work on it, add onto the next scene or whatever you please. Afterwards send the script you update to Fabs, then Kelsey, then Kelsey send it back to me so i can give it to AJ. Remember this is going to have to be realistically filmed. (we cant jump through windows or anything, no walking elberton square with guns, no steamy sex scenes in cars KELSEY) The only problem i forsee is getting hooked up to the inside of the Theatre and filming. If worse comes to worse we can fake it in a house or something. Anyways. Feel free to change parts or whatever. Add in another person. But remember someone has to volounteer to film. (no shaky hands)

Rough Draft

Act 1: Scene 1

Opening Credits/Intro Music

Stick Up Leader: Guy walks in front of theatre while listening to iPod (Lily Allen – Smile) and as cuss word comes around, he takes iPod earphones out and lookes into the theatre door or door window.

Puts iPod back in after cuss word, and walks around the other side of the theatre toward Police Station.
Switches clips from person walking from theatre, to group of 4-5 or so (Gray, A.j, Dylan, Jessie, Fabs, Kelsey)(Whitney I need you to film this scene unless we find someone else or someone else volunteers) (Remember roles are loose right now), in a coffee shop (the green bean?) around a round table discussing the robbing of the Elberton Theatre.

A.J: So whats this all about Gray?

Jessie: Yeah, whats this about man? (murmurs of agreement)

Fabs: Maybe you should shut up and he can tell you.

Gray: All right, all right. As you know, money has been tight lately and nothing comes cheap these days. (Agreement from Crew) I think its time we got ours. Imagine, if you will, girls at your side (or guys, respectively) new video games whenever you need it, and whatever it is your little old self desires.

A.J: What exactly is it you are proposing? (As he goes to drink his coffee, in a calm tone)

Gray: I want to rob the Elberton Theatre.

The Fabs: (Laughs and slaps Dylan on the back, Dylan spits out his coffee)

Jessie: Aww heck no! You must be out of your mind! How are we going to break into the theatre? (exasperated)

(A girl walks into the coffee shop and approaches the table)
Kelsey: Hi!! (in a sweet voice followed by a dirty look towards the Jessie)

(Crew members rubs his face with his hand. His elbow is propped on the table)

Dylan: (Irritated at the new arrival)I thought you said this was a job without any strings.

Kelsey: (giggles) Maybe I should show you what string would look like wrapped around your throat.

Dylan: (Silence)

Fabs: I love her.

Gray: Ok guys this is whats going to happen. We will break into the theatre on a Saturday premiere night. A night were the theatre averages up to 1 million from tickets, sales in food and drinks, and other profits gathered over the past month. This is the penultimate night. The night where the Theatre locks the money in an underground vault.

A.J: So how will we get in the vault?

Gray: (points at AJ) We don’t. That’s the key. We are going to rob the theatre during the play.

Jessie: And how are we going to do that?

Kelsey: Shut it small fry. (Jessie cowers)

Fabs: (Laughs) You know you have the most beautiful eyes.

Kelsey: (Shoots laser beams at fabio through her eyes)

Gray: As I was saying. During the play the lockbox is kept in a locked room. In the room is a safe inside of a locked cabinet. Inside the safe, the lockbox, and inside the lockbox our money. Only one problem. The Lockbox room is guarded with trip motion sensers invisible to the naked eye. Although sunglasses usually allow you to see them just fine. But before we get into the room we must somehow distract the guards (I have no idea who this is…we must find someone.) Take the keys on their belt and use them to get inside. Also, one wrong entry into the safe will set off an alarm that will bring the whole theater down on us.

Jessie: Wait…hold up.. What do we get out of this?

AJ: 15 percent cut. one hundred fifty thousand each. Enough to buy yourself a nice shirt.

Gray: So who’s in?

Fabio: Lets do this.

Dylan: Im in.

Kelsey: Me to.

Gray: Jessie?

(Jessie looks like he wants no part until Kelsey smacks him on the head)

Jessie: Ouchh! Alright I’m in.

(Everyone looks at AJ)

AJ: you didn’t think I would miss this would you?

(Gray smiles.)

Gray: All right lets get started

A man strolls down a sidewalk looking like he has not a care in the world. He walks by the movie theater and suddenly has an ingenious idea........ He envisions himself picking through a cashbox that collects the money from the days ticket sales...A group of him and his friends sitting around in nice cars and buying video games from wal mart....He jumps back to life and keeps going..Now with an even bigger smile on his face.

Ok.. Ive known you guys/girls (respectivly) for a long time. So, i think its time for me to ask: Where does your faith lay? Evolution or Creation. Yeah i know its personal, but i had this tingling urge to ask at....11:23 pm.

I really hope the following wont offend anyone. But my heart commands me to speak.

Me Raving:
Personally, ive been re evaluating my faith after some doubts (eww) and questions that ive brought upon myself. You know, the regular, but the bible was like 2000 years ago..was it fake? How could that happen?...and the regular, Death>the end..or not?.
Well i think im actually starting to even out on that now and as far as i can see, my questions are being aswered in strange ways. Ive been almost drawn to the bible, i find myself looking for it, dusting off the cover and then scouring over records of lineage, re-reading genesis,revelation, and all the other goodies, searching the internet, and speculating while i lie in my bed for like two hours. And... Its becoming clearer. The bible says i will face trials and i think this is one (MAJOR!)that i am going to go through. I have to say, before this i kinda felt like a "woo hoo its church night! im going to feel great after going" kinda thing. It was like a jump on jump off type off thing. Kind of like i was trying to stave off that i was immortal. Im not. Im becoming aware of things, even now... Prophecies in the bible.. sayings that are becoming more and more true and even leading us to the revelation. My writing has improved. My tennis has improved. My personal view on myself has improved. All things that i prayed God would help me with, and pour himself into. I asked he would assure me that i could put my soul into the bible and trust each word with my life. I went on a man hunt (or rather a son of man/god hunt.. sorry not funny) and looked for salvation. And i think i found it. I can see it in everything. And ive come to telling myself this, Everything serves God. And when i say everything, i mean everything. One day, i was particularly depressed with myself and the whole death factor when a dog that was not really friendly towards me approached me licked my hands and seemed comforting me. I know it seems silly, but it greatly improved my mood. And then i though to myself sadly, "maybe god sent this dog to cheer me up.." Promptly the dog jumped into my lap. (it was a weiner dog, not big) Other times ive just had random things happen, like things on tv appear about people who believe in God, i find prophecies in the bible a likewise other places that have been fulfilled, i see that all faiths share a common goal, worshiping one being (excluded romans..they totally made up stories to suit thier imaginations), but thinking about it i find that not one person, not any group of people could have such a span of knowledge and creativity to make up the entire bible, link it together of the course of generations, make sure it flowed, and then sadistically make the world believe it was real (Muhahahahaha) No. No way hosee. No sir no way no say. Thier is absolutly no way it was imagined. Which means that its based truthfully. Which means that the position the ark is supposidly at WAS photographed and the pictures ARE real. Which means that the people who trace lineage WERE correct. Which means that everything in the bible matches up. Which means that everthing is true. And is still coming true. Wow this is gargantuant. Sorry for the rambling, but i had to get this down.
It was told in genesis that the woman was cursed with birthpains for eating of the evil fruit. In revelation it said that before christ makes his final comeback and kicks old satan in his place, the pains will eased. Recently, in the scale of time, c-sections have been widley used to help ease the pain of childbirth. But yes, thier are people who dont believe, and yes, people try to find reasons to not believe, but why is it that when some of us think of a place with no greater being, we 'sweat in our shoes' or become uncomfortable. It all seems to be getting clearer. But i believe not many people are fortune enough to go through this like i have. The saying goes that American faith is a mile wide and an inch deep. I think this is true. Only in some cases the puddle is deeper than others.
On the subject of another prophecy: A long time ago a phrophecy was made, somewhere in the vatican that predicted a long line of popes. The list consisted of every pope to date. The list described a person. The list has been correct. Every, single, time. Only one thing. Thier are three popes left on the list. Before 'the city of (seven?) hills will be judged'.
Now, i believe in no such thing as the 'scare' tactic. To each his own my friends. To each his own. But i do believe, that all you have to do to figure yourself out is to look into the mirror. They say that the earthly man resembeles the heavenly. They also say God created us in his image. Im not sayin we are God (no way!) by any means but does not the word Christian mean 'Ones of christ'? Its amazing.
It seems to me that one unstoppable force is binding us all. Everyone and everything in the human race. We are bound by it, we can not escape, nor stop it. It is up to us to decide what that force is. I have decided that that force is God.
The bible has been the oldest written document in the world. The dead sea scrolls were in fact 'copies of the bible'. were they not? And i find it funny that our whole existance revolves around it. SUNDAY. SON (JESUS)DAY. THE SEVENTH DAY. (seven is a lucky number) THE DAY OF REST. So many things. As i say, i feel bound to it know, and i will live my life in it, soaking it up to that i may truly be closer to Him. I would feel horrible to get to heaven and say "sorry lord for this, and this, and this, and this, and this.." as is written in the bible we must do. (book of life)

I have no idea what propted this writing spree. Only that even now im filled with a since of goodness, a wholeness i have not known since before september 11. The days before i grew up and realized thier was evil in the world. The days in which i came to Christ as a child, and had faith as a child. Tonight i restore that faith and make it public to you. For better or worse, i take god as my bride. All things serve God. If you made it to the end of this passage i thank you. Ten times over with blessings.

Lol wow that was strange. i didnt even really think while i was writing that. I have no idea why i did it but...i kinda do. (All things serve God) Ive typed that continuously for about an hour. It is now 12:04 AM. Strange.... Thier are no words to describe how i feel. But i think what i just tped sums it up. I really dont give this part of me to anyone. So feel special! Now off to bed to read and soak up ideas for 'Blackout'. The novel by Gray Maxwell ( who is also a possible ticket #120 movie collaborator!!!!!)

Once again i pray this hasnt offended anyone.

YAY more time wasting and not typing on my story has brought me to the point of recording card tricks on YouTube!!! Check it out. (can i show you a card trick?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNguX8OSSHg

It Card Trick Unlimited Vol.1
p.s. Due to YouTube being a space hogging facist pig, the video is 30 seconds instead of 7 minutes. Also i uploaded at 5"19 and it will probably take 3 hours to upload complely

Have any of you had the urge to write something, you take one look at the computer and then seconds later your watching tv, the urge vanished?
...Im never going to finish my story..... tears*

In other news:
SOMEONE GET THOSE CRAZY GIRLS MOOD RINGS!
It goes something like this...ahem...ahem..
"Mood ring! Oh mood ring! What fortune, do you bring the key..
to unlock this mystery.
Of girls and thier emotions,
play it back in slow motion,
so i....,
can understand, the complex infrastructure that is the female mind....."