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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 12 2006, 03:59 PM (22 Views) | |
| Angel | Oct 12 2006, 03:59 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml] <p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0">> The scene opens outside of Gothic Angel's home in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Angel is currently wearing a short sleeve Orange County Choppers shirt that is cut to show her mid drift and snug fitting jeans. Angel grabs a small red gas can and walks over to her lawn mower, proceeding to pour the gas into the tank of the mower. As Angel does this a flower truck pulls up and parks in the driveway of her garage. Her employees all start to laugh. That first truck is followed by a second and then a third. Angel arches a brow and turns, setting the gas can down and recapping the tank to the mower. Angel then recaps the gas can as the guy in the first truck comes over to her.<</font><font color="#CCCCFF"><br> </font><font color="#FF99FF"><br> </font> <font color="#FF0000"><b>Flower Delivery Guy:</b> Angel Costello?</font><br> <br> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> Yeah...</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel smirks a bit. <</font><br> <font color="#FFFFFF"> <br> </font> <font color="#FF0000"><b>Flower Delivery Guy:</b> I have a delivery for you. If you could just sign here.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> He holds out a clip board and takes his pen, marks where she is to sign. Angel glances at the other trucks as flowers are being unloaded from them and taken into her home. The guy signs the clip board and then hands it to Angel. <</font><font color="#99CCFF"><br> </font> <br> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> Um... Who sent all of these?</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel signs the clip board and then hands it back as the guy shrugs. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF0000"><b>Flower Delivery Guy:</b> Not sure ma'am. You have a nice day.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> </font> <font face="Times New Roman">Thanks.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Angel sighs as the guy walks back to his truck, setting the clip board inside and then he begins to unload his truck. He pulls out a large white box and a small rectangle box that one would use for shoes. Angel's employees have now come out of the garage and are around her. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> What the hell?</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> One of her employees who is about 6'7" speaks up, chuckling. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#0000FF"><b>Tall Guy:</b> What did you and that guy do all weekend?</font><font color="#99CCFF"><br> </font> <br> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> Very funny Tower... very funny. Ethan would not go over board like this. </font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> All the men laugh. Angel's brother Gino comes out of the house, cold and emotionless as usual. Wiping his hands off on a rag. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#0000FF"><b>Tower:</b> Whatever. He's with you Ang... he may go over board... </font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel takes one of the rags from her brother Gino, who stands closest to her and tosses it to Tower. Which causes them all to laugh more and then retreat to the garage. Gino stays, his face cold the whole time. Gino looks at Angel. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> How packed is it in there?</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"><b>Gino:</b> Very.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Angel nods<</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> That is what I was afraid of.. </font><p align="center"> <b><font color="#FFFF00">Gino</font></b><font color="#FFFF00"><b>:</b> Whoever sent them needs a beat down. </font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Angel smirks and watches as the guys all leave in their trucks. Angel walks into her house and finds the place full of... you guessed it... flowers. Gino comes in behind her and runs a hand over his bald head as he looks around. Gino shakes his head and walks through the kitchen to Angel's office, looking over the garage. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b></font><font face="Times New Roman"> Hrm...</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Angel searches for a card when she stops dead in her bedroom, her eyes wide. <</font><p align="center"> <b><font face="Times New Roman">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman"><b>:</b> Gino!</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Gino comes running, pulling a gun out from the back of his jeans. When he gets there he sees the same thing Angel sees. A pure white wedding gown, laid out on her bed with the shoes on the floor beside the bed. A card is by the dress. Gino walks over and grabs the card, opening it for Angel and then he reads it to her.<</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"> <b><font face="Times New Roman">Gino</font></b></font><font face="Times New Roman"><font color="#FFFF00"><b>:</b> To my beloved Angel. I have been watching you very closely, I have come to the conclusion that my life is not complete without you in it. I would be honored if you would marry me and join me for life</font>. </font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Angel blinks and shakes her head.<</font><p align="center"> <b><font color="#FFFF00">Gino</font></b><font color="#FFFF00"><b>:</b> Love Always, Andon.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> </font> <font face="Times New Roman">Oh my god... that does it... </font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Angel turns and leaves the room while Gino carefully sets the card down, anger written all over his face as he turns and follows his sister.. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"><b>Gino:</b> How do you want him done? In a tank with scorpions? In the shark tank? </font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> I am calling the police Gino.. <p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Gino smirks. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"><b>Gino: </b>Oh that will help.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Gino rolls his eyes and walks out into the garage as Angel grabs her cell phone. It rings as she picks up, causing her to jump and drops it on her counter. Angel catches her breath as her heart races, looking over the caller ID she relaxes and answers the phone with a smile. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel: </b>Hey hun... How you doing today?.<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel nods and looks around at all the flowers. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> I'm fine<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel nods, definately trying to reassure herself. Gino walks in and mouths to Angel. "Who is it" <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> Ethan... <p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel smirks and then leans against her sink. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> No hun Gino just asked who it wa-<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel is cut off as Gino walks over and grabs the phone from Angel. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"> <b>Gino:</b> Ethan we got a problem here man.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel's eyes widen and she shakes her head <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> <i>(whispered) </i>Shut up Gino... <p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Gino walks away from Angel still talking to Ethan. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"><b>Gino: </b>Andon just sent Angel a house full of flowers and a wedding dress. I'd read you the card but well... it is cheesy. </font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Gino nods. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"><b>Gino:</b> Angel is freaked out and wants to call the police. I want to leave this guys at the bottom of the Allegheny river.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel groans and charges at Gino, tackling him. Thus sending the phone. sliding across her kitchen floor. Angel moves off of Gino and grabs the phone. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> Ethan... I have to call my lawyer and then the police. I'll call you back. Bye.<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel hangs up her cell and stands, putting it on the counter, turn to face Gino who is glaring at her.. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel: </b>Gino... Ethan has better things to do than worry about me. Understood? He has his former best friend on his case, not to mention his psychotic ex fiancée who... incase you missed it... just went to him wanting to clear the air. <p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Gino goes to speak but is cut off by Angel. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> Before you talk about something you know very little about. Ethan should not be concerned about me or anything happening to me. Ok? As I have said before he has too much on his plate. </font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"><b>Gino:</b> Fine. I don't like the fact that you do not want him to worry. But Fine. Whatever you want Angel. Just let me remind you about that woman I almost married. How she was stalked by some psycho and ended up dead. </font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Gino walks out of the house. Angel sighs and walks upstairs as the scene fades out. <</font>[/dohtml] |
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