[SCENE: ANITA and company are confronting the VILLAIN and his ARMED THUGS. As the fight progresses, ANITA and VILLAIN inevitably confront each other, and begin METAPHYSICAL COMBAT. Which probably looks something like this:
Meanwhile, the rest of the combatants all stop. Some sit back to watch the show, others pull out decks of cards, paperback novels, or smartphones. One ARMED THUG looks at all this in astonishment.]
THUG 1: [whispers] What the hell's going on?
THUG 2: [glancing up from game of Angry Birds] Oh, you must be the new guy. The boss and the brunette chick are engaging in some kind of psychic battle or some shit. Don't ask me for details – I really don't go in for that whole 'pyramid power' 'inner eye' 'crystals and meditation' crap.
THUG 1: No, I mean, why has everyone else stopped fighting?
THUG 2: Because there's no point? The only people who actually give a shit about how this turns out aren't actually paying attention, so why bother? And this way, no one ends up going to the hospital.
THUG 1: Wait, so that chick has no idea what's going on?
THUG 2: Completely oblivious. One time, Chuck actually walked up and copped a feel while she was doing this shit – didn't even flinch. Funniest damn thing I've ever seen.
THUG 1: So why doesn't anyone just blow her brains out? I've got, like, four guns. I could literally walk up to her, pull the trigger, and BLAM – she's dead, problem solved. The city's ours.
THUG 2: [sighs] Look kid, I get were you're coming from – you were hired to be muscle, so you want to flex a bit. You see this chick getting in the boss's way, and there she is, all defenseless, won't run, won't fight back. So you figure you should just take care of her. But you see, we got a nice thing going here. Let's face it, this isn't exactly a long-term job, and this chick keeps playing hero or whatever, so we all figured we might as well take it easy. When she beats the boss – and she's gonna, don't doubt that – a couple of us do a little time, but nobody gets hurt. It's a win-win.
THUG 1: [glances back at ANITA and VILLAIN, who are still engaged in METAPHYSICAL COMBAT. THUG 1 sits down and pulls out his own smartphone.] So, what did Chuck say? They real or not?
THUG 2: You mean her tits?
THUG 1: Yeah.
THUG 2: He says they're real.
THUG 1: Bullshit.
THUG 2: I'll ask him if you want. Hey, Chuck! Her tits real?
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RE: re:Anitas internal monologueing
Date: 2015-05-31 10:04 pm (UTC)*********
[SCENE: ANITA and company are confronting the VILLAIN and his ARMED THUGS. As the fight progresses, ANITA and VILLAIN inevitably confront each other, and begin METAPHYSICAL COMBAT. Which probably looks something like this:
Meanwhile, the rest of the combatants all stop. Some sit back to watch the show, others pull out decks of cards, paperback novels, or smartphones. One ARMED THUG looks at all this in astonishment.]
THUG 1: [whispers] What the hell's going on?
THUG 2: [glancing up from game of Angry Birds] Oh, you must be the new guy. The boss and the brunette chick are engaging in some kind of psychic battle or some shit. Don't ask me for details – I really don't go in for that whole 'pyramid power' 'inner eye' 'crystals and meditation' crap.
THUG 1: No, I mean, why has everyone else stopped fighting?
THUG 2: Because there's no point? The only people who actually give a shit about how this turns out aren't actually paying attention, so why bother? And this way, no one ends up going to the hospital.
THUG 1: Wait, so that chick has no idea what's going on?
THUG 2: Completely oblivious. One time, Chuck actually walked up and copped a feel while she was doing this shit – didn't even flinch. Funniest damn thing I've ever seen.
THUG 1: So why doesn't anyone just blow her brains out? I've got, like, four guns. I could literally walk up to her, pull the trigger, and BLAM – she's dead, problem solved. The city's ours.
THUG 2: [sighs] Look kid, I get were you're coming from – you were hired to be muscle, so you want to flex a bit. You see this chick getting in the boss's way, and there she is, all defenseless, won't run, won't fight back. So you figure you should just take care of her. But you see, we got a nice thing going here. Let's face it, this isn't exactly a long-term job, and this chick keeps playing hero or whatever, so we all figured we might as well take it easy. When she beats the boss – and she's gonna, don't doubt that – a couple of us do a little time, but nobody gets hurt. It's a win-win.
THUG 1: [glances back at ANITA and VILLAIN, who are still engaged in METAPHYSICAL COMBAT. THUG 1 sits down and pulls out his own smartphone.] So, what did Chuck say? They real or not?
THUG 2: You mean her tits?
THUG 1: Yeah.
THUG 2: He says they're real.
THUG 1: Bullshit.
THUG 2: I'll ask him if you want. Hey, Chuck! Her tits real?
CHUCK: Hand to God – they're real.
THUG 1: [shakes head] How's that even work?
THUG 2: I have no idea.
[FIN]