VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: [1] ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 15:23:38 03/17/00 Fri
Author: Typhoid Mary
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 168.27.251.25
Subject: Mary Out for a Walk



[the camera fades from black. Filling the screen is a boom box, just plain and black with duel cassettes, AM/FM radio, and a CD player. On it is the end of My Girl by the Four Tops. Then the disc jockey comes on as the song fades out.]

Four Tops: My girl...my girl...my girl...my girl...

DJ: That was the Four Tops with My Girl. Now we head into the six o'clock hour with this classic...

Singer: Mary, Mary...quite contrary--

[suddenly the music is cut short by a wooden baseball bat being brought down on to the boom box. The camera zooms back and shows Typhoid Mary wielding the baseball bat. She is wearing a form fitting black leather outfit, something new to her wardrobe. Her wild, black hair is spiked upwards, making her look even wilder. She has black fingernail polish on the tips of her fingers, and black lipstick surrounding her mouth. She is not wearing her white body paint, but she is still extremely pale. Her eyes are as eerie as ever, with nothing changing about it.]

Mary: Hehehehehehe...

[Mary raises the bat again and slams it into the boombox again and again. Dozens of plastic and electrical pieces off the boombox fly off in all directions. The camera pans back to capture the entire scene around Mary. It is out in the open, in what appears to be a park bench, is the shattered boom box. Several people, who were playing basketball have stopped, and are watching the scene dumbfounded. Many of their jaws are slightly open in disbelief. The basketball they were playing with drops out of one of their hands, bounces a few times, and then rolls away from the court. One of htem a tall well-built guy, finally shakes his head of the dumbfoundedness and changes it to anger. His face is red with rage and he storms toward Mary]

Man: Hey, bitch, what the hell do you think you are doing?

[Mary stops her assault on the boom box and slowly turns around. It is almost as if she has completely changed her demeanor. She stands upright. Her eyes do not have the wild look in them, and her smile...no longer is it the wicked smile she has had previosly. Her smile is...well...actually cute.]

Mary: Oh I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me.

[the man stops at teh sight of her genuine beauty, even with her spiked hair]

Man: What were you thinking?

[Mary still holding the bat in one hand, puts both of her hands behind her back, rocking slightly back and forth]

Mary: I don't know, sexy boy. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?

[her smile widens just a bit after she says this, and then the man smiles with a big grin. He moves closer to her, getting a little cocky now]

Man: I think I can think of something.

[Mary's smile disappears]

Mary: I don't think so.

[before the man can react, Mary brings the baseball bat right into the guy's gut. He doubles over. Mary's wicked smile returns, as she raises the bat. She brings it down across his back, and he instantly hits the pavement with a sickening thud. She stares at him, not moving on the ground]

Mary: I didn't like the @*$%ing song.

[Mary looks up at all the other people, once again staring at her]

Mary: Does anyone else have a problem with that?

[a younger guy is the only one to speak up]

Guy: No ma'am.

[everyone takes off away from her in different directions at their fastest possible pace. She starts to laugh, but abrubtly stops, and stares at the cmaera. She smiles at it]

Mary: Oh, hello there.. Have you been following me this entire time. You cameramen must have no lives...unless you are some kind of stalker in your off time.

[she stops and takes a step forward toward the cameraman]

Mary: You aren't...are you?!

[the camera shakes violently, backing away, until Mary returns to her smile]

Mary: OK...a little ole girl like me can never be too careful...can I?

[Mary smiles at the camera, and then turns away from it]

Mary: I'll see you later...when I have something more that I feel like talking about?

[Mary walks away, swaying her hips just a little. The camera fades]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]
[ Contact Forum Admin ]

Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.