|Myself reading HONY|
same vacant street. BRAZEN and HEARTH share a copy of Bizarre Magazine between
them.HEARTH Look at this. I told you! Even Vogue
knows that bombs are back in!BRAZEN What, seriously? Even helmets?HEARTH Only rusted helmets. The bloodier
Fuck, I threw away all
my helmets last season after jabots came back. You can’t wear a jabot with a
helmet. I should have known after Bizarre shot the heads off all their models
last month!HEARTH You should have. Atom bombs?BRAZEN
Nah, pipe bombs. Atom
bombs haven’t been in since radiation facials and hazard signs.HEARTH You mean when stripes were in? (Smiling.)
BRAZEN Stripes! Who wears stripes?
and HEARTH laugh manically. The sound of bullet fire rages on in the
background. They pay no attention.
GIRL wanders into the middle of the stage in front of BRAZEN and HEARTH. Blood
is dripping from her wounded arm. She stares off, concentrating, frozen. BRAZEN grabs her by the arm and spins her
towards him. A look of pain is thrown across her face.
BRAZEN Woah! Where did you get that? (Excitedly.)
GIRL slowly looks up towards him, wavering from side to side – pale and
HEARTH Wh—BRAZEN That bullet – it’s so hardcore. I
want one!HEARTH I’ll get one first!
BRAZEN It’s over there!
and HEARTH run off towards the increasing gunfire. The GIRL wavers back and
forth, looking in circles around her, spinning. Suddenly she stops.
GIRL I remember—
GIRL holds her hands to her head and lets out a piercing scream. The gunfire
stops. She falls to her knees and topples onto the ground.
(V.O) What did she remember? Was it that
Barneys is having a seventy percent off safe on all buckets of blood? Luckily
for the young-unfashionable there was, else she might never have been found by
a few nurses looking for some discount designer bandages.
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