the second installment of Ashley Land
so many years earlier
Friday, October 31st, 3 PM, 1987, Little Creek, Alabama, late afternoon, gorgeous fall day, a stream of light blue sky runs between the tips of two overgrown forests, in between is a narrow, winding road. The sun warms up the late autumn afternoon as much as it can.
MUSIC - Cyndi Laupers Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (we understand this is what Bobby is listening to in her headphones)
Bobby is a tall, beautiful girl with long, jet-black hair, warm brown eyes, a hopeful grin on her face as she glides gracefully down this street. She is dressed in scantily clothes (short red gym shorts that expose a little bit of her banana shaped-ass curves, and a tight coca-cola shirt fits tight over her double d-sized breasts). The blue sky unfolds behind Bobby, (shoot with camera looking up at her from the pavement, so the blue sky looks like its bleeding out from the back of her head.) Her surroundings consists of dark orange and yellow leaves; a warm sense of fall. Bobby is wearing kneepads, socks stretched up to her knees. Her long, dark hair whips across her face as she turns smoothly unto the next road, a road just as narrow and surrounded by yellow and orange leaves. Fall is falling all around her. She can feel winters premature bite lost in the gusty wind. The sun is devastatingly bright, which means it will set early. Bobby adjusts her headphones, pops a bubble of gum, and makes another turn towards her house on McCracken Street.
Fade Out as Bobby turns corner after nice shot of her from behind.
Same Day and Time, on McCracken Street, a street of white wooded, two-story houses, often quiet but dampened with weary energy. Two fourteen year-old boys, Peter and Kid, sit on the front stoop of Peters house. Paint chips in various places on Peters front steps and on the house. Peters the better looking of the two, with spiky blonde-brownish hair and hazel eyes. He frowns, nostrils flare, as he stares at the house across the street. A giant pumpkin with a perfectly carved scowl sits next to him. Peter is dressed up as a dead pilgrim. Fake blood stains the corner of his mouth; he also has a fake black eye. Kid is dressed as an Indian with a belt of weaponry, which mostly consists of wooden knives. Kid has scraggly jet-black hair that falls over his eyes, very 70s Ramones style. He is also looking across the street at the house, only not as attentively as Peter. Their untied shoelaces fall over the chipped step of the porch. Both boys have thick Alabaman accents; Peter talks with a slower drawl than Kid.
PETER: You know I heard that her brother got so messed up on drugs one night that he reached for a candle, one of those in the glass holder, and he thought it was his beer, so he drank it and burned his face nearly plum off.
KID: Whose brother?
Kid makes a face, obviously not following.
PETER (quick to become annoyed): Bobbys brother, you dumb corpse maggot. What the hell am I always talking about noway?
KID (Sighs heavily his response, and with rather devastating disappointment): Bobby.
PETER: Shes so beautiful. I didnt think it was medically possible to be that hot.
KID: Yeah, and Mr. And Mrs. Jones made her, and theyre two of the most ugliest creatures on earth.
PETER: But maybe they didnt, though. Maybe they adopted her, and their plot is to make her into some sex slave.
KID: Youre sick. Why you always gotta say such sick stuff for?
PETER (Shakes head): Aint my fault. Its genetic.
KID: Speaking of genetics, wheres your dad noway? Hes gotta take us trick or treating tonight.
PETER: Probably at a bar getting drunk. (Shakes head) Where the hell is she, she took off skating almost an hour ago.
KID: Too bad your moms so paranoid and wont let us go tonight by ourselves.
PETER: Shes all scared because of that kid that disappeared last year. She keeps talkin bout how she wants to get out of Alabama.
Kid slaps Peter on the arm when two tall girls walk by. Theyre well developed to be only fifteen. They walk without much trouble in platform shoes. Their faces are shiny and both are chewing gum. Peter shakes his head in disgust.
PETER: Someone needs to tell those chicks that discos over.
KID: I assume theyre dressed like that for Halloween, dumbass.
PETER: I already told you dont call me that shit.
Peter punches Kid in the arm. Kid ignores it and waves at the disco girls.
KID: Hey, ladies!
The blonde, Ashley, turns her head, squints her eyes because of the bright sun, and wrinkles her nose up at the boys.
ASHLEY: Grow some pubes!
The two girls huddle in laughter and continue down the street. The boys look on, disappointed, yet unsurprised. The front door behind them unglues itself from its frame. Peters mother, Rose, pokes her head out at them. Her hair is in rollers.
ROSE: What the Sam Hell are you two doing in your costumes when it idnt even supper time yet?
PETER: We were bored
ROSE: Well why didnt you say somein? Theres plenty of chores that can get done. Get in this house right now.
Peter and Kid gripe and trudge into the house.
so many years earlier
Friday, October 31st, 3 PM, 1987, Little Creek, Alabama, late afternoon, gorgeous fall day, a stream of light blue sky runs between the tips of two overgrown forests, in between is a narrow, winding road. The sun warms up the late autumn afternoon as much as it can.
MUSIC - Cyndi Laupers Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (we understand this is what Bobby is listening to in her headphones)
Bobby is a tall, beautiful girl with long, jet-black hair, warm brown eyes, a hopeful grin on her face as she glides gracefully down this street. She is dressed in scantily clothes (short red gym shorts that expose a little bit of her banana shaped-ass curves, and a tight coca-cola shirt fits tight over her double d-sized breasts). The blue sky unfolds behind Bobby, (shoot with camera looking up at her from the pavement, so the blue sky looks like its bleeding out from the back of her head.) Her surroundings consists of dark orange and yellow leaves; a warm sense of fall. Bobby is wearing kneepads, socks stretched up to her knees. Her long, dark hair whips across her face as she turns smoothly unto the next road, a road just as narrow and surrounded by yellow and orange leaves. Fall is falling all around her. She can feel winters premature bite lost in the gusty wind. The sun is devastatingly bright, which means it will set early. Bobby adjusts her headphones, pops a bubble of gum, and makes another turn towards her house on McCracken Street.
Fade Out as Bobby turns corner after nice shot of her from behind.
Same Day and Time, on McCracken Street, a street of white wooded, two-story houses, often quiet but dampened with weary energy. Two fourteen year-old boys, Peter and Kid, sit on the front stoop of Peters house. Paint chips in various places on Peters front steps and on the house. Peters the better looking of the two, with spiky blonde-brownish hair and hazel eyes. He frowns, nostrils flare, as he stares at the house across the street. A giant pumpkin with a perfectly carved scowl sits next to him. Peter is dressed up as a dead pilgrim. Fake blood stains the corner of his mouth; he also has a fake black eye. Kid is dressed as an Indian with a belt of weaponry, which mostly consists of wooden knives. Kid has scraggly jet-black hair that falls over his eyes, very 70s Ramones style. He is also looking across the street at the house, only not as attentively as Peter. Their untied shoelaces fall over the chipped step of the porch. Both boys have thick Alabaman accents; Peter talks with a slower drawl than Kid.
PETER: You know I heard that her brother got so messed up on drugs one night that he reached for a candle, one of those in the glass holder, and he thought it was his beer, so he drank it and burned his face nearly plum off.
KID: Whose brother?
Kid makes a face, obviously not following.
PETER (quick to become annoyed): Bobbys brother, you dumb corpse maggot. What the hell am I always talking about noway?
KID (Sighs heavily his response, and with rather devastating disappointment): Bobby.
PETER: Shes so beautiful. I didnt think it was medically possible to be that hot.
KID: Yeah, and Mr. And Mrs. Jones made her, and theyre two of the most ugliest creatures on earth.
PETER: But maybe they didnt, though. Maybe they adopted her, and their plot is to make her into some sex slave.
KID: Youre sick. Why you always gotta say such sick stuff for?
PETER (Shakes head): Aint my fault. Its genetic.
KID: Speaking of genetics, wheres your dad noway? Hes gotta take us trick or treating tonight.
PETER: Probably at a bar getting drunk. (Shakes head) Where the hell is she, she took off skating almost an hour ago.
KID: Too bad your moms so paranoid and wont let us go tonight by ourselves.
PETER: Shes all scared because of that kid that disappeared last year. She keeps talkin bout how she wants to get out of Alabama.
Kid slaps Peter on the arm when two tall girls walk by. Theyre well developed to be only fifteen. They walk without much trouble in platform shoes. Their faces are shiny and both are chewing gum. Peter shakes his head in disgust.
PETER: Someone needs to tell those chicks that discos over.
KID: I assume theyre dressed like that for Halloween, dumbass.
PETER: I already told you dont call me that shit.
Peter punches Kid in the arm. Kid ignores it and waves at the disco girls.
KID: Hey, ladies!
The blonde, Ashley, turns her head, squints her eyes because of the bright sun, and wrinkles her nose up at the boys.
ASHLEY: Grow some pubes!
The two girls huddle in laughter and continue down the street. The boys look on, disappointed, yet unsurprised. The front door behind them unglues itself from its frame. Peters mother, Rose, pokes her head out at them. Her hair is in rollers.
ROSE: What the Sam Hell are you two doing in your costumes when it idnt even supper time yet?
PETER: We were bored
ROSE: Well why didnt you say somein? Theres plenty of chores that can get done. Get in this house right now.
Peter and Kid gripe and trudge into the house.
VIEW 16 of 16 COMMENTS
gofuserectus:
what shayne said! new set soon!! please!! you are so beautiful!! the bush is back!!
julie:
Merry Christmas!!!!!!! kisses!