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Intro
DIR By: hailtotheking
Date: May 5, 2018, 6:03 pm
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Constant Springs ...
Small community established in 1808 around collection of both
natural hot/cold freshwater springs
Constant growth
Constant fertile grounds
Everything was steady, calculated, and predictable .....
constant
[Diner scene, outside shot of Yancy's Place ... door flings open
sounding bell, stranger walks in instead of paperboy Virgil]
"You're not Virgil ... mister"
"I've also not got the paper for you either"
"Wait, what now? How did you"
"Assumption, young man next door flinging the paper. Figured
you were next and expecting."
"Yeah uh, it's just that he's always here at 8, on the nose."
"Until he wasn't ..."
[Odd silence, the stranger takes a seat .... long shot of
patrons at diner bar ... zoom to roughly looking middle aged
man, down to his coffee cup]
"Bob ... the coffee ... Bob I think the coffee is burnt"
"What? Becka, you hear that about the coffee? Weren't nothing
wrong this morning was there?
{"I didn't make the coffee this mornin BOB ... Johnny did"}
[close frame puzzled face on BOB, overlooking shoulder to
stranger in booth with grin]
Kid at store w/mom sees ION-X "game station" ... wtf is this?
Rain comes in early evening before dinner .... Virgil, the young
man paper boy riding bike with rest of papers stops and looks up
"It never rains in March"
Everything was steady, calculated, and predictable .....
constant
Until it wasn't ...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Things started to go wrong, or should I say not as expected.
The consistency simply wasn't there anymore. The constant flow
was no longer. Little things popped up and a low buzz/festering
began in Constant Springs.
The stranger continues to pop up around town and the surrounding
woods/springs making slight adjustments to the constant flow of
things.
Goes out to springs [they'd grown to hot for the towns folk]
walks in, comes out w/his clothes melted off ... changed just
slightly [kids in woods see this and run to town] ... old woman
of the town FIDELIA sees 'em and they tell the story. "Run home
boys. Run home and tell your mamas and papas to lock the doors
... the man's coming, and he ain't nice."
The Man exchange w/Fidelia
Fidelia - "You think you're the first to come through here
trying to make changes ... trying to lead people astray? I've
been here a loooooong time son ... and you, you ain't but a blip
in time"
Man - "A long time indeed Fidelia. You above all should know
that no matter what silver you line your tongue with or the
snake you make your oil from ... everything owes to the truth.
Truth is the ultimate collector. It will take your lies,
falsities and facades in its hands and forge the white hot blade
of realization. In time, no matter how short or long ... it
WILL strike you through. Truth will collect all it is owed
Fidelia."
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