Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2022 20:06:22 GMT -8
The scene opens up showing a mansion which can only be described as "castle-like" on a rainy night. The massive yard around the mansion is fenced in and the gate at the front where the driveway meets the road opens as a limousine approaches. Sitting in the back of the limo is Loree Merope who is looking at her cell phone with a frustrated look on her face as she mumbles to herself.
Loree Merope: Another client complaint. I've provided everything agreed upon for this guy yet he continues to be ungrateful. He fully read the contractual agreement before signing and it fully outlines the scope of my services.
Still annoyed, Loree angrily presses on her phone before putting it up to her ear.
Loree Merope: Hello... You have some nerve making demands of me that you know I can't deliver just so you can claim I'm in breach...
Loree pauses listening to the voice on the other end for a moment before continuing.
Loree Merope: I understand... Well, if you want out of the contract, don't beat around the bush with me, just explain your case and why you needed to terminate. I'm not an unreasonable woman.
Pausing once again to listen, Loree then rolls her eyes.
Loree Merope: Very well, we will terminate. I'll have the documents faxed to you in the mourning. Best of luck with your career and I mean that in the most respectful and sincere way.... Goodbye.
Visibly annoyed, Loree hangs up the phone and rings the driver.
Loree Merope: Excuse me, why have we stopped?
A male voice rings out over the speaker explaining that there is someone standing between the car and the open gate who isn't moving out of the way. Loree sighs to herself before answering the driver back.
Loree Merope: I'll meet you outside.
The limo driver gets out of the car and approaches a figure standing at the gate. Loree shows up with umbrella in hand shortly after. The figure is a young woman who is shielded from the downpour by a the hood of her long raincoat. Long, stringy, red hair flows out from the hood dripping from the rain as Loree speaks.
Loree Merope: You're going to have to move along, dear, this is a bad storm and this is not where you live. In fact, you are blocking us from getting through to my house. Can you move, please?
The woman clenches her fists possibly angered, but her face is shadowed due to the hood and the angle she stands in relation to the lights of the mansion. The driver stands between Loree and the woman for fear of a conflict erupting, but the woman decides to side with the better part of valor and gets out of the way.
Loree Merope: Thank you, now you need to get back to your own home, but I can't help you, so take this.
Loree pulls out some cash from her coat and hands it out to the woman. The woman cocks her head to one side for a moment then snatches up the money from Loree's hand. Loree nods to the woman and then to the driver as they both return to the limousine. While they drive past the gate, the woman walks off and down the street. Inside the limo, Loree goes back to checking her phone and talking to herself.
Loree Merope: That was definitely strange. I do hope she goes home. I hate it when people do this type of thing and make me worry about them.
Sighing to herself...
Loree Merope: I have enough worries of my own now that I have lost my last client. Loree Merope, The Great Strategist and Manager of the Independents now has no choice other than to fade into obscurity...
Loree's final client received and signed the papers to break his contract with her sealing her fate as an unemployed wrestling manager. Rather than continue on with her work, Loree instead let depression get the best of her. Locking herself up in her mansion, Loree cut off communication with the outside world save for a few close friends, but even those friends didn't hear from her too often. For several months Loree did this as she lost all motivation for the business. She did keep in shape with fencing as she was a natural wonder and almost made the Olympic team, but left due to her motivations shifting to wrestling. This ebb and flow of her desires for the two sports was normal to her and she thought it was time to shift. Still, she didn't feel completely into going back, but she felt she had no other choice at the time...
More months have now passed and Loree is feeling even more alone and depressed. She awakes from a nap due to a buzzer going off in her room signaling a visitor at the front gate. Loree wasn't expecting anyone as she all but dropped off everyone's radar, but she gets up to check the video feed anyway. On screen, to the surprise and confusion of Loree, was a woman standing wearing a raincoat with the hood pulled up and stringy red hair coming out from the hood. She had almost forgotten about that night when this very same woman blocked her entry to her home. Loree continues to look at her thinking it strange the woman was wearing the same raincoat as before despite the clear summer day.
Loree Merope: Who are you? Why are you here again?
The woman doesn't speak a word.
Loree Merope: You must have some reason to be here even if you don't want to tell me your name.
The woman once again remains silent...
Frustrated, Loree walks away from the screen, gets dressed, and leaves the house grabbing a small sword off her wall on the way out. She gets in her car and speeds off for the gate. Once there, she get out of the car, opens the gate, and pulls the sword out pointing it at the woman who instinctively holds her hands up. As she does, Loree sees some cash wadded up in her left hand. She lowers the sword immediately and apologizes.
Loree Merope: I'm so sorry. I haven't had anyone over in a long time, please excuse my lack of manners. I'm guessing you were wanting to return the money I gave you months ago? It's not necessary, dear, but thank you for offering.
The woman nods and puts the cash away.
Loree Merope: What is your name? Can you at least tell me that much?
The woman pulls her hood back and long, curly, red hair falls framing the young woman's beautiful, fair-skinned face who looks at Loree through extremely kind and joyful eyes. This joy spreads quickly to the rest of her face as she gleefully smiles and speaks for the first time.
Woman: Hi, I'm Ibbie!
Loree Merope: Another client complaint. I've provided everything agreed upon for this guy yet he continues to be ungrateful. He fully read the contractual agreement before signing and it fully outlines the scope of my services.
Still annoyed, Loree angrily presses on her phone before putting it up to her ear.
Loree Merope: Hello... You have some nerve making demands of me that you know I can't deliver just so you can claim I'm in breach...
Loree pauses listening to the voice on the other end for a moment before continuing.
Loree Merope: I understand... Well, if you want out of the contract, don't beat around the bush with me, just explain your case and why you needed to terminate. I'm not an unreasonable woman.
Pausing once again to listen, Loree then rolls her eyes.
Loree Merope: Very well, we will terminate. I'll have the documents faxed to you in the mourning. Best of luck with your career and I mean that in the most respectful and sincere way.... Goodbye.
Visibly annoyed, Loree hangs up the phone and rings the driver.
Loree Merope: Excuse me, why have we stopped?
A male voice rings out over the speaker explaining that there is someone standing between the car and the open gate who isn't moving out of the way. Loree sighs to herself before answering the driver back.
Loree Merope: I'll meet you outside.
The limo driver gets out of the car and approaches a figure standing at the gate. Loree shows up with umbrella in hand shortly after. The figure is a young woman who is shielded from the downpour by a the hood of her long raincoat. Long, stringy, red hair flows out from the hood dripping from the rain as Loree speaks.
Loree Merope: You're going to have to move along, dear, this is a bad storm and this is not where you live. In fact, you are blocking us from getting through to my house. Can you move, please?
The woman clenches her fists possibly angered, but her face is shadowed due to the hood and the angle she stands in relation to the lights of the mansion. The driver stands between Loree and the woman for fear of a conflict erupting, but the woman decides to side with the better part of valor and gets out of the way.
Loree Merope: Thank you, now you need to get back to your own home, but I can't help you, so take this.
Loree pulls out some cash from her coat and hands it out to the woman. The woman cocks her head to one side for a moment then snatches up the money from Loree's hand. Loree nods to the woman and then to the driver as they both return to the limousine. While they drive past the gate, the woman walks off and down the street. Inside the limo, Loree goes back to checking her phone and talking to herself.
Loree Merope: That was definitely strange. I do hope she goes home. I hate it when people do this type of thing and make me worry about them.
Sighing to herself...
Loree Merope: I have enough worries of my own now that I have lost my last client. Loree Merope, The Great Strategist and Manager of the Independents now has no choice other than to fade into obscurity...
Loree's final client received and signed the papers to break his contract with her sealing her fate as an unemployed wrestling manager. Rather than continue on with her work, Loree instead let depression get the best of her. Locking herself up in her mansion, Loree cut off communication with the outside world save for a few close friends, but even those friends didn't hear from her too often. For several months Loree did this as she lost all motivation for the business. She did keep in shape with fencing as she was a natural wonder and almost made the Olympic team, but left due to her motivations shifting to wrestling. This ebb and flow of her desires for the two sports was normal to her and she thought it was time to shift. Still, she didn't feel completely into going back, but she felt she had no other choice at the time...
More months have now passed and Loree is feeling even more alone and depressed. She awakes from a nap due to a buzzer going off in her room signaling a visitor at the front gate. Loree wasn't expecting anyone as she all but dropped off everyone's radar, but she gets up to check the video feed anyway. On screen, to the surprise and confusion of Loree, was a woman standing wearing a raincoat with the hood pulled up and stringy red hair coming out from the hood. She had almost forgotten about that night when this very same woman blocked her entry to her home. Loree continues to look at her thinking it strange the woman was wearing the same raincoat as before despite the clear summer day.
Loree Merope: Who are you? Why are you here again?
The woman doesn't speak a word.
Loree Merope: You must have some reason to be here even if you don't want to tell me your name.
The woman once again remains silent...
Frustrated, Loree walks away from the screen, gets dressed, and leaves the house grabbing a small sword off her wall on the way out. She gets in her car and speeds off for the gate. Once there, she get out of the car, opens the gate, and pulls the sword out pointing it at the woman who instinctively holds her hands up. As she does, Loree sees some cash wadded up in her left hand. She lowers the sword immediately and apologizes.
Loree Merope: I'm so sorry. I haven't had anyone over in a long time, please excuse my lack of manners. I'm guessing you were wanting to return the money I gave you months ago? It's not necessary, dear, but thank you for offering.
The woman nods and puts the cash away.
Loree Merope: What is your name? Can you at least tell me that much?
The woman pulls her hood back and long, curly, red hair falls framing the young woman's beautiful, fair-skinned face who looks at Loree through extremely kind and joyful eyes. This joy spreads quickly to the rest of her face as she gleefully smiles and speaks for the first time.
Woman: Hi, I'm Ibbie!
