Years On. (1/2)
*A cold winter wind howls outside. This is the apartment of Delbert Billings, once a famous villain, Spellbinder, and now a best selling writer. He uses a cane now, having lost his leg trying to save a group of orphans from Killer Croc. He's just returned from the soup kitchen when he finds a welcome sight waiting for him. It's the ever beautiful Tiger Moth. Billings smiles warmly, and hands the lady a glass of wine*
Billings- Miranda Gaige, what a surprise... What brings you here? How's that ridiculous husband of yours?
Miranda- He's in prison. Good riddance. I caught him with Gar and *sniff* It's awful Del.
Billings- Sssh my darling, Sssh. You must have seen the signs, no?
Miranda- Course I did! Tights, wings... he even baked cakes... You must think I'm an idiot...
Billings- You? Never. Forget Drury, he never could appreciate you. Not like me.
*He places his hand on her bare legs, and softly rubs it*
Miranda- Del! Someone could see!
Billings- Let them watch.
*They lock lips in a beautiful display of passion, rolling... dancing even across the floor, and then a voice calls out, an arrogant, irritated voice "For the love of- Cut!"
The Spellbinder takes off his mask, revealing an underpayed, overworked actor. Tiger Moth's actress grabs a dressing gown from off the set and covers up the skimpy outfit Billings has made her wear. The actor sighs, asking wearily "What is it now Del?"*
Billings- Where to start! Let's talk about that stilted acting, you're a super seducer, act like it! Next, the camera work, I've never seen anything more sloppy Simms. And the worst offender? Lynns! Where were the gel filters? I wanted a nice orange glow!
*Gar has been working on Billings' monstrosity for two months. Often he's had to leave Josie with Miranda to meet Billings' ridiculous shooting times. It's been a nightmare. Hundreds of takes. A never-ending cycle. The one time he brought his daughter along, Billings called her an It. It's not exactly glamorous, but he needs the money, even if it means dealing with the director's outbursts and a script that portrays him and his friends as losers*
Gar- Personally, I think it looked better without the gels, what are we making here, a sex tape or something?
Billings- I stopped listening after you said "personally." This is my movie Lynns, understand? Stabilise that lighting rig while you're at, don't want it crushing our leads... I'm not filling out another one of those damn forms!
Gar- Look, Del-
Billings- Spellbinder! Call me Spellbinder.
Gar- Right, you brought me on for my expertise, you're not a film technician, so let me do what I want to do. I don't tell you how to write your pornos, don't tell me how to do my work.
Billings- Yeah... No. You're lucky I'm even hiring an ex-con.
Gar- *You're* an ex-con, you mo-
Billings- An ex-con with a best selling book. And a face. Where are my gels?!
Technician- Coming Mr Spellbinder!
Billings- Raincheck on this scene! We're doing the Spider one!
*Off set, another actor comes out wearing a blue and red suit most likely bought from Target*
Gar- That's a Spider-Man suit... You ain't even gonna paint it black, huh? For fucks... Even I know Spider-Man had a black suit!
Billings- Costs too much. This is better. I did ask LaMonica, but he didn't want to hand his over... Say, where's your pal these days, Rigger, the-
Gar- Arkham. He's in Arkham.
Billings- How fucking inconsiderate of him... You don't have a Firebug suit we can borrow?
Gar- No. No I don't.
Billings- Urgh... we'll work something out. Give our Combs those fairy wings! We start in ten!
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*Drury Walker came home from work tired and smelling vaguely of fudge. Between the factory and his research, he wasn't getting any sleep. The remaining time he had was spent protesting. It was only a matter of time before the Strike Force would come for him, he knew that. But if he could make a difference, save the Misfits from further torment that's what he would do. He hung up his coat, and went down to his cave. So far he had nothing, nothing he could use to force an immediate release of Chuck, Len or the others. But he *was* working. Chancer was quick to agree to help, searching for blueprints of Arkham- a last resort. If they weren't going to be released, Drury would have to break them out. But, then he thought of his family. He couldn't do that to them again. Couldn't leave. Couldn't become a fugitive. And he certainly couldn't do it to Gar and his kid...
That night he went outside. There was someone he needed to see, to clear his conscience and know he was doing the right thing. One of *his* people. He knocked on the door and waited. He wasn't sure, but he reckoned there was a camera watching him. So he spoke, from the heart*
Drury- Hi... Look, I know we, uh... heh, have history. But I could really use your advice. I've been... struggling. Dark thoughts... can barely- doesn't matter, it was Music Meister would you believe? Ha! But the thing is, it comes back to you, because... Because I know that... this is my fault. It's been bothering me for a while. I'd just like to say-
*A mechanical whirring comes from the other side of the door, and a woman opens it. She's young, but in her life she's seen a lot. She brushes aside her red hair, and smiles*
Drury- Sorry.
Years On. (1/2)
*A cold winter wind howls outside. This is the apartment of Delbert Billings, once a famous villain, Spellbinder, and now a best selling writer. He uses a cane now, having lost his leg trying to save a group of orphans from Killer Croc. He's just returned from the soup kitchen when he finds a welcome sight waiting for him. It's the ever beautiful Tiger Moth. Billings smiles warmly, and hands the lady a glass of wine*
Billings- Miranda Gaige, what a surprise... What brings you here? How's that ridiculous husband of yours?
Miranda- He's in prison. Good riddance. I caught him with Gar and *sniff* It's awful Del.
Billings- Sssh my darling, Sssh. You must have seen the signs, no?
Miranda- Course I did! Tights, wings... he even baked cakes... You must think I'm an idiot...
Billings- You? Never. Forget Drury, he never could appreciate you. Not like me.
*He places his hand on her bare legs, and softly rubs it*
Miranda- Del! Someone could see!
Billings- Let them watch.
*They lock lips in a beautiful display of passion, rolling... dancing even across the floor, and then a voice calls out, an arrogant, irritated voice "For the love of- Cut!"
The Spellbinder takes off his mask, revealing an underpayed, overworked actor. Tiger Moth's actress grabs a dressing gown from off the set and covers up the skimpy outfit Billings has made her wear. The actor sighs, asking wearily "What is it now Del?"*
Billings- Where to start! Let's talk about that stilted acting, you're a super seducer, act like it! Next, the camera work, I've never seen anything more sloppy Simms. And the worst offender? Lynns! Where were the gel filters? I wanted a nice orange glow!
*Gar has been working on Billings' monstrosity for two months. Often he's had to leave Josie with Miranda to meet Billings' ridiculous shooting times. It's been a nightmare. Hundreds of takes. A never-ending cycle. The one time he brought his daughter along, Billings called her an It. It's not exactly glamorous, but he needs the money, even if it means dealing with the director's outbursts and a script that portrays him and his friends as losers*
Gar- Personally, I think it looked better without the gels, what are we making here, a sex tape or something?
Billings- I stopped listening after you said "personally." This is my movie Lynns, understand? Stabilise that lighting rig while you're at, don't want it crushing our leads... I'm not filling out another one of those damn forms!
Gar- Look, Del-
Billings- Spellbinder! Call me Spellbinder.
Gar- Right, you brought me on for my expertise, you're not a film technician, so let me do what I want to do. I don't tell you how to write your pornos, don't tell me how to do my work.
Billings- Yeah... No. You're lucky I'm even hiring an ex-con.
Gar- *You're* an ex-con, you mo-
Billings- An ex-con with a best selling book. And a face. Where are my gels?!
Technician- Coming Mr Spellbinder!
Billings- Raincheck on this scene! We're doing the Spider one!
*Off set, another actor comes out wearing a blue and red suit most likely bought from Target*
Gar- That's a Spider-Man suit... You ain't even gonna paint it black, huh? For fucks... Even I know Spider-Man had a black suit!
Billings- Costs too much. This is better. I did ask LaMonica, but he didn't want to hand his over... Say, where's your pal these days, Rigger, the-
Gar- Arkham. He's in Arkham.
Billings- How fucking inconsiderate of him... You don't have a Firebug suit we can borrow?
Gar- No. No I don't.
Billings- Urgh... we'll work something out. Give our Combs those fairy wings! We start in ten!
====
*Drury Walker came home from work tired and smelling vaguely of fudge. Between the factory and his research, he wasn't getting any sleep. The remaining time he had was spent protesting. It was only a matter of time before the Strike Force would come for him, he knew that. But if he could make a difference, save the Misfits from further torment that's what he would do. He hung up his coat, and went down to his cave. So far he had nothing, nothing he could use to force an immediate release of Chuck, Len or the others. But he *was* working. Chancer was quick to agree to help, searching for blueprints of Arkham- a last resort. If they weren't going to be released, Drury would have to break them out. But, then he thought of his family. He couldn't do that to them again. Couldn't leave. Couldn't become a fugitive. And he certainly couldn't do it to Gar and his kid...
That night he went outside. There was someone he needed to see, to clear his conscience and know he was doing the right thing. One of *his* people. He knocked on the door and waited. He wasn't sure, but he reckoned there was a camera watching him. So he spoke, from the heart*
Drury- Hi... Look, I know we, uh... heh, have history. But I could really use your advice. I've been... struggling. Dark thoughts... can barely- doesn't matter, it was Music Meister would you believe? Ha! But the thing is, it comes back to you, because... Because I know that... this is my fault. It's been bothering me for a while. I'd just like to say-
*A mechanical whirring comes from the other side of the door, and a woman opens it. She's young, but in her life she's seen a lot. She brushes aside her red hair, and smiles*
Drury- Sorry.