Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 2, 2007 23:50:54 GMT -5
The scene opens, and we can see Jordan Glass at the wheel of a car, but what type of car we don't know. You can hear the engine roaring, signifying the velocity of the vehicle is quite high. "Let The Bodies Hit The Floor" by Drowning Pool blares over the sound system, Jordan with a sadistic grin on his face. He continues to speed toward some unknown destination. Suddenly, he makes a sharp right turn and keeps speeding along. He licks his lips. His nostrils flare. He seems to be engulfed with rage. The car comes to a screeching halt, nearly catapulting Jordan out of his seat. He laughs, turning the key and removing it so the car goes off. He opens the door and steps out, putting the key in his pocket. He has a large smile on his face. The camera switches so it's now outside the car, and you can see that the car is a deep blue F1 LM Mclaren, fully decked out with custom rims, custom headlights and a custom hood. The camera zooms out a little more and you can now see that Jordan is at a car lot. A man in a bright yellow sports coat walks over to Jordan. He smiles at Jordan. He had a weird strut, kind of self-confident.
Man ~ How was your ride Mr. Glass? Satisfactory?
Jordan ~ Yes, very much so, but I don't think I need this car at this time. For now, I'd just like to buy that classic 1970 jet black Mustang Fastback.
Jordan takes the key out of his pocket and throws it to the man, while the man reaches into his pocket, and throws Jordan another key and catches the one flying at him.
Man ~ There you go, sir. We have your account number and your signature, so we can take care of the rest. You can take your new car whenever you please. Thank you for your business, and good day.
Jordan just smiled, and turned. He walked across the lot to a beautiful black 1970 Mustang. It's paint was shining in the bright sunlight. It's sparkling chromed rims were nearly blinding. For some reason, Jordan seemed unsettled today. He wasn't dressed in his normal black trench-coat and jeans either. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, and a pair of beige pants with pockets all up and down the legs. His black boots were replaced by a pair of white and dark blue Reeboks. He stopped looking at his car, and got inside it. He slowly inserted the key into the ignition, then turned it. As the engine roared to a start, he smiled. He drove off the parking lot, and down the road.
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About a half hour later, he pulled into his apartments parking lot. He slowly turned the key to the OFF position and pulled it out as the engine's roar ceased. He opened the door, and put his feet to the ground. He stood up outside the car, and closed the door, making sure to press the LOCK button on his car remote. He walked toward the door, just as his cell-phone rang. He took it out of his pants pocket and opened it up and saw a text message from Makaveli. It said "Good job at SF. Great match." He smiled. Suddenly his phone rang again. This time it was a call. He looked at the Caller ID and looked kind of confused. He picked it up.
Jordan ~ Hello? -- Yes, this is Jordan Glass. -- What? -- Who is this? -- I don't believe you. How dare you call me after -- No, I don't think what you did was right! -- I'm hanging up now, I can't deal with you right now. -- Yeah, bye. ~
He flipped the Motorola Razr closed and sat down on the steps of the apartment. He put his head in his hands, heaving a huge sigh. He seemed upset. He remained like this for a minute, then stood back to his feet, wiping his face of the tears. He turned, opened the apartment's door, and walked in.
[END SCENE]
Man ~ How was your ride Mr. Glass? Satisfactory?
Jordan ~ Yes, very much so, but I don't think I need this car at this time. For now, I'd just like to buy that classic 1970 jet black Mustang Fastback.
Jordan takes the key out of his pocket and throws it to the man, while the man reaches into his pocket, and throws Jordan another key and catches the one flying at him.
Man ~ There you go, sir. We have your account number and your signature, so we can take care of the rest. You can take your new car whenever you please. Thank you for your business, and good day.
Jordan just smiled, and turned. He walked across the lot to a beautiful black 1970 Mustang. It's paint was shining in the bright sunlight. It's sparkling chromed rims were nearly blinding. For some reason, Jordan seemed unsettled today. He wasn't dressed in his normal black trench-coat and jeans either. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, and a pair of beige pants with pockets all up and down the legs. His black boots were replaced by a pair of white and dark blue Reeboks. He stopped looking at his car, and got inside it. He slowly inserted the key into the ignition, then turned it. As the engine roared to a start, he smiled. He drove off the parking lot, and down the road.
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About a half hour later, he pulled into his apartments parking lot. He slowly turned the key to the OFF position and pulled it out as the engine's roar ceased. He opened the door, and put his feet to the ground. He stood up outside the car, and closed the door, making sure to press the LOCK button on his car remote. He walked toward the door, just as his cell-phone rang. He took it out of his pants pocket and opened it up and saw a text message from Makaveli. It said "Good job at SF. Great match." He smiled. Suddenly his phone rang again. This time it was a call. He looked at the Caller ID and looked kind of confused. He picked it up.
Jordan ~ Hello? -- Yes, this is Jordan Glass. -- What? -- Who is this? -- I don't believe you. How dare you call me after -- No, I don't think what you did was right! -- I'm hanging up now, I can't deal with you right now. -- Yeah, bye. ~
He flipped the Motorola Razr closed and sat down on the steps of the apartment. He put his head in his hands, heaving a huge sigh. He seemed upset. He remained like this for a minute, then stood back to his feet, wiping his face of the tears. He turned, opened the apartment's door, and walked in.
[END SCENE]
