This is magnificent. Any plans on including me? Maybe a hot sex scene? Any plans on pitching this idea to a few studios? We could all play ourselves.

This is chuffin' funny!

another awesome day! thanks Chris!!

TRON said:

Jeez
Must have been too stoned, damnit!

was today's episode pre-empted???


damn...i'm an addict

Cborgman, your public requests your presence on this thread.

okay, okay, my loving junkies... sorry, i am exhausted. thought i could get away with it... let's see...

cborgman said:

well, if you hadn't been whoring about all the days, maybe you'd have more energy to entertain us!

the outside of the buster family mansion.

serenity and peace abounds in the beautiful evening. the trees dance slowly in the late summer breeze. the water of the pool casts a gorgeous reflection of the soft lights that decorate the backyard.

the silence is broken by a scream from upstairs and a moment later, instiable's body glides out of the window. her body slices through the air, landing in the pool with a very audible splash, sending the tranquil water into massive upwards explosions as she dives two stories down.

her body quigkly cuts through the water, and within seconds, she is swimming along the bottom of the pool.

she quickly hits the shallow end, and pushes off the pool floor with her legs. her hands quickly grab the edge of the cement poolside, and she pulls herself out of the water.

once on level ground, she kicks off her heels as water runs down her body, her soaked dress draining the liquid into pools beneath her.

she does not look back, but grabs her heels, and runs, breaking through the large hedge that makes the backyard private.

fade to...

we are back in action kitties!

lammastide's office, where he is searching public records on his computer.

he has searched everything he can think of to find out more information on tron, but the searches have yielded very little.

he frown at the computer screen.

"this is pointless" he mutters to himself.

out of his periphrial vision, he sees tron coming near his doorway. he turns his head and watches through the glass windows as tron passes his office, and out continues through the newsroom doors to the elevators, leaving the newsroom empty. he waits a few minutes, and goes to the window to the outside, and pulls down slightly on the blinds, and waits.

after a few minutes, tron appears in the parking lot of the building, and gets in his truck, starts it and leaves.

lammas goes back to his chair, and stares at the computer o his desk, comptemplating.

he turns and looks at the office door of trons office. it sits closed.

he chews on his lower lip, deep in thought.

fade to...

the org city hospital, where the ambulance speeds into the emergency room drop off, and stops quickly. the back doors of the ambulence fly open, and the EMT's quickly wheel camille's body on the gurney into the hospital.

beautiful quickly follows them in, not sure what else she can do to help.

the EMT's wheel the gurney down the hall quickly, and she walks quickly behind them. a nurse approaches her, and walks beside her, clipboard and pen ready.

"name?" the nurse asks.

"mine or his?" beautiful asks, highly unnerved by the whole situation.

the nurse shoots her a look.

"his... i don't know, i don't really know him, i just-"

the nurse stops, and grabs her elbow, stopping beautiful as well.

"ma'am, only family is allowed back there with-"

"no, i saved him, i need to tell them-" she starts to follow the gurney, now a ways ahead and quickly getting further away from her field of vision.

"ma'am, i'm sorry. only family. you don't know his name?"

"no, i..." she loses her train of thought as the gurney rounds a corner, taking camille from her line of sight. she sighs and turns to the nurse. "no."

the nurse smiles at her in a condescending manner. "our waiting room is back to the right" she says.

fade to...

dansa and father icenine strolling down the street.

they walk side by side, quietly observing the park through which they are strolling. icenine has his hands clutched behind his robes, and he inhales the soft evening air, and smile lightly.

"you haven't told anyone, have you?" the priest ask, casually breaking the silence as they walk.

she smiles at him. "of course not"

"good" he says as he smiles at her. "some secrets are better kept completely secret."

"it is between us, no one else. our little secret." she adds.

they walk in silence for a few moments, looking amongst the park.

"speaking of secrets, what were you really doing at the buster place?" she asks.

"paying a social call, of course." he responds, looking at her.

"mmm..." she responds. "i had no idea that chris and cloud had decided to add religion to their life." she adds, still looking among the park.

"well, they... haven't, but... often the only way to bring the sheep back to the flock is to force them."

"of course" she says.

he tries to observe her intenet by looking her over, but her face reads nothing as she looks away from him. one of his hands slips to the camera hidden within his robes, running his fingers over it to assure himself that it was still there.

fade to...

cloudbuster's office where JD comes to, his eyes snapping open at once.

he gasps for air, finding his mouth has been gagged shut with a piece of duct tape. he inhales deeply though his nose, his body panicking from the covered airway.

he tries to move, and immediatly regrets it as his head throbs with pain.

his mind races through the events he had been through. the last thing he remembered was that woman slamming the gun against hs head twice, and then the darkness.

he moans in angony.

he tries to move again, but finds his body is still bound by the phone cord.

he tries to think clearly though the greyness of pain veiling his brain.

a cold shock of fear races through his body as he realizes that she is probably still in the house. if she is caught, he is caught as well.

he curls his legs up against his body, and then anchors his heels to the marble floor, and pushes, moving himself a few inches along the cold stone.

fade to...

the hall at the top of the stairs in the buster mansion.

cloud races up the steps, two at a time, following the sound of chris's scream. as he nears the top, he sees a man race down the hall towards the master bedroom.

he stops, the man having not seen him. he looks around for something to defend himself and chris against this man.

he sees the table on which the vase had been stitting at the top of the stairs, and races to it. he grabs it and continues running. the man is several steps ahead of him, and he runs at him, holding the small marble top table above his head, gripping the legs to smash the top against the head of the unsuspecting and unfamiliar man.

the man stoips, and looks into the doorway of the bedroom.

he runs toward the open doorway, and cloud swings the table at him.

fade to...

ohhh the tension! the anticipation!

tron's office, whcih sits quiet, and unoccupied.

the light from the parking lot lights outside of his windows cast a soft hallogen glow over the desk and all the things thrown carelessly upon it.

the silence of the unmanned office is broken by the sound of the door knob twisting within the door jamb.

then silence again.

the doorknob twists agian slicing through the quiet.

then silence.

meltal quietly clicks on metal, and an object is inserted in the lock, and the door clicks as a key is turned.

the door opens slightly, and lammastide peeks in, his eyes scanning the office cautiously.

he opens the door more, and moves into the office.

he moves to the desk, and begins to look over it, his eyes darting back and forth over the many items slung across the desktop. he spends a few seconds on each item, trying to see if it is an item woth reading or looking over in his quest for truth.

most of the items on the desktop are of no importance. cups with hardened circles of long ago consumed coffee, bills, and edited articles waiting to be printed or rejected, mostly.

his hands move to the center desk drawer, and pull it open.

pens and paperclips, sugar packets and creamer containers, rubber bands and pennies. nothing much.

but a trifolded letter sits attached to the envelope that matches it.

he reaches out to it.

fade to...

tron's truck.

he drives along the darkened streets, his mind racing as he speeds along.

who could know? they had been very careful! who the hell knew what, and how?

he frowns at the street, his tension and anger causing his focus to be in places other than the traffic.

he stops at a red light, narrowly avoiding running it as the breaks squeel with the sudden pressure applied to them.

the only person that he knew that knew, was of course, his brother, and there was no way he would have told anyone... was there?

he glances at the red light, impatiently waiting for it to turn.

the letter. he left the god damn letter, he slms his hand againt the wheel, frusterated at his own forgetfullness.

the light changes to green, and he glances around, and seeing no one coming, makes a u-turn in the intersection, and races back torward the office.

AWESOME! Chris, it's better each day! I love it!

INSATIABLE said:

Just cuz we had an affair in an earlier episode!

redfeathers as she is walking home, the smile on her face too radiant to end.

she runs a hand along her stomach as she walk, thinking about how much of her life would be changing very soon.

she stops, and retrieves her cell phone from her purse. she sees a bench ahead, and walks to it, smiling at it and everything within her vision.

she sits on the bench and flips ope the mouthpiece of the phone.

"please say the name you wish to call" the automated operator voice instructs.

"camille" she says into the phone.

"thank you" the voice responds. there is a momentary pause, and then the sounds of the line ringing.

she smiles and waits.

---
credits.
monday, monday, monday... more stuff, posssibly a character death.

JDINTERACTIVE said:

sorry about the brutal attack... I need to get a refill on my meds...

BRAVO!!!

what a terrific 1st week! but, omg, who may die next week???

THANK YOU! You've made my week very fun indeed!

INSATIABLE said:

endorphin74 said:

I can see me being 4 the chop on Monday. Yeah, like thanx a lot Insatiable!

endorphin74 said:

please... kill me off next week. i've had enough...

I can't wait for tomorrow's episode!

the anticipation is killing me!

How did I miss this until now?