Post by glitch on Mar 3, 2021 10:52:38 GMT -8
The shot opens, with Glitch standing motionless, light reflecting on her suit, specks of dust floating down from the roof. An occasional THWACK is heard in the background, and bleating in the more immediate area.
Glitch: Oh, Kate. You played right into their hands. You let them lead you, right where they needed you, just like the sheep you are.
A sheep wanders up to Glitch, it's wool the color of charcoal. Glitch's hand glides down towards it, and begins softly stroking it.
Glitch: Now, you'll deny it, and make a fuss. But Kate, just because you're a black sheep, doesn't mean you're not just a sheep. So, what. You think, my getting booked, and you getting left off the card was a coincidence? Santiago wound you up, and gleefully watched you do what she couldn't. Baa baa, Kate, baa baa.
Her hand makes its way to the sheep's chin, and scratches, prompting it to bleat softly, and move it's ears slightly forward.
Glitch: Kind of funny, that. My grievances were eerily similar, except I didn't get left out for one match. No, no I got to sit by for two months. I do something, in an attempt to leverage my position, and the flock gets spooked. So, you're probably expecting me to hit you back, but I wouldn't hold my breath. I'm not playing their game, I refuse to be a lost little lamb. But, hey. You just keep right on, following, it suits you.
Glitch's hand finds the leash bound around the neck of the sheep, and grips it tightly, as she makes for the exit of the stall.
Glitch: I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. Marry Shelley wrote these words, in eighteen eighteen, but I'll be damned if they still don't ring true.
Glitch grabs a captive bolt gun, that had been resting near the door of the room, and begins to whistle Mary Had a Little Lamb, whilst leading the sheep off of screen. With one last bleat, that was cut short by a THWACK the screen fades to black.
Glitch: Oh, Kate. You played right into their hands. You let them lead you, right where they needed you, just like the sheep you are.
A sheep wanders up to Glitch, it's wool the color of charcoal. Glitch's hand glides down towards it, and begins softly stroking it.
Glitch: Now, you'll deny it, and make a fuss. But Kate, just because you're a black sheep, doesn't mean you're not just a sheep. So, what. You think, my getting booked, and you getting left off the card was a coincidence? Santiago wound you up, and gleefully watched you do what she couldn't. Baa baa, Kate, baa baa.
Her hand makes its way to the sheep's chin, and scratches, prompting it to bleat softly, and move it's ears slightly forward.
Glitch: Kind of funny, that. My grievances were eerily similar, except I didn't get left out for one match. No, no I got to sit by for two months. I do something, in an attempt to leverage my position, and the flock gets spooked. So, you're probably expecting me to hit you back, but I wouldn't hold my breath. I'm not playing their game, I refuse to be a lost little lamb. But, hey. You just keep right on, following, it suits you.
Glitch's hand finds the leash bound around the neck of the sheep, and grips it tightly, as she makes for the exit of the stall.
Glitch: I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. Marry Shelley wrote these words, in eighteen eighteen, but I'll be damned if they still don't ring true.
Glitch grabs a captive bolt gun, that had been resting near the door of the room, and begins to whistle Mary Had a Little Lamb, whilst leading the sheep off of screen. With one last bleat, that was cut short by a THWACK the screen fades to black.
