Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2020 11:09:17 GMT -5
Gabe F'n Reno [Hq*Sanatorium]
Shots of an empty wrestling arena. The titantron flickers struggling to maintain a signal. Finally showing a frantic scene. The arena fades into the background as it becomes full screen.
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Fog drifts through the darkness in a back alley somewhere outside London Square. Vagrants fight for scraps in the distant night, starving for substance, and attention. Shuffling feet, panting breath can be heard, but from where? Around a corner the camera zooms in on a patient running down the street. Bloodied face peering paranoid over each shoulder along the way to an escape plan.
"Come on, old man, pick up the pace..."
Sirens begin to blare from behind. Dogs barking among heavy boots pounding the pavement in the cold of midnight. Armed guards try to make their way through the fog to find something, or someone.
"Oh, fuck!"
He tucks behind a warehouse patio pillar. Sliding into a squat against it. Pulling his hand off the side of his head carefully. His sliced detached ear in a puddle of blood in his hand. The guards seem to be getting closer, he rips off part of his shirt, and straps the ear back to his head with a tight knot. He grimaces in getting back up, then notices something, his eyes sparkle with an idea.
"Bingo!"
The guards close in. Sniffing from the K-9's audible, the manic guards itchy trigger fingers can practically be heard too. Suddenly, a BOOM, POW, SKEEEEEEEEEEEE- fireworks go off above the warehouse, they all turn and rush to the point of origin. The last one without a dog hustles to catch up with the others, then trips. Gabe Reno pulls his foot back in, then takes off a piece of cardboard he had used to disguise himself as just another homeless vagrant in the foggy search. He leers over the guard still dripping from his ear. He pulls the tag out on the back of the guards uniform, smirking.
"Double Bingo."
The shot picks up at Gabe in the uniform, using the guards papers to get on a ship at the port of London. Awkwardly adjusting his hat and picking up his ear when it falls off. Sitting in his seat as the Ship departs, still seemingly deeply troubled by the events despite a successful escape. He gazes over at another passenger, noticing the magazine title in their hands. "Welcome to Dystopia, a future without fear," just as a sense of dread consumes him. The ship picks up steam and pulls away about a half-mile off shore. Gabe watches as the guards gather on the port and plead with the Operator to get the ship back. Reno's stare of confusion and pain turns to acceptance. He walks to the top of his seating area, then out to the deck. Passing crew and bystanders talking and walking in all directions. Gabe walks to the end as a guard with a bloody straight knife in his hand is pointing at him from the port. Gabe smirks.
Splash.
