Post by hopedudley on Jul 24, 2011 15:12:07 GMT -5
The Following is a
Hope Dudley
Roleplay
The scene opens to the site of Hope Dudley looking out from the deck on about the third story of a house, the shot angled up at her from down about second story level, out a ways, maybe fifty feet or so, but the camera’s zoom fills that space quite well. She’s wearing a blue dress with leopard print on it, and has a pink belt around her as well, and her hair is done a bit longer than usual and curled. For a moment, the shot shifts to a second camera, coming from inside the house just behind her, looking out to see what she sees; it’s the sunset over the California shores, and it’s a sight that, if she had a loved one there, would be all but romantic. The shot shows the first cameraman to be standing on a platform out over the dunes of the beach, just before the stairs heading down to the sands below. The beach is rather empty except for a group of five teenagers walking and talking, three girls in bikinis and two bare-chested guys in swim trunks among them, and presumably a father with his two sons playing catch with a football as their feet get washed over by the waves.
The shot cuts back to Hope, standing there on the balcony, and as Hope watches the sunset, another girl, a young blonde, steps out onto the balcony, placing an arm around Hope’s shoulders, and Hope turns to look at her with a smile.
The camera cuts back to the angle from just inside the building as the two look into each other’s eyes and begin speaking.
”Hey babe.”
”Maryia? When did you get here, sweetie?”
”Just did. Thought I’d drop by and wish my baby luck with her upcoming match... If you know what I mean.
”I’m not sure I do know, Ree, care to elaborate?”
The girl introduced as Maryia kisses Hope on the cheek.
”You’ve got a match coming up, with that Caitlyn Porter girl. Just wantin’ to wish you luck, babe.”
”Thanks. But I’m not at all concerned about this match. I’ve been trained for this. I know what I’m doing. This Porter chick, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. The little girl can’t be more than... what, nineteen? And she’s the general manager of the show? Ridiculous. And she was even stupid enough to book this match against ME, and make it a last woman standing match? I’m going to flatten her out on the ground so hard, the ref will be able to count to a hundred and she won’t get back up. And then we’ll have all the time in the world to celebrate, Ree.”
”You’re right, Hope, baby, but a little good-luck wish doesn’t hurt, does it? I mean, I would feel really bad if I didn’t wish you luck, and then you ended up making a mistake on one of your moves and rolling your ankle of something, you know?”
”Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Now how did that good luck kiss thing go again?”
”You mean this?”
Maryia leans over and goes to kiss Hope on the cheek. Hope reaches up, and catches Maryia’s head, and connects Maryia’s lips with her own for a moment.
”I uh... I think we should go back inside, baby. Don’t want to be handing out a free show to all those perverts out there watching UWA Television, do we?”
Maryia giggles.
”After you, babe.”
The two enter through the balcony door, and the scene cuts to black as they step in through the doorway to another room, and the door closes behind them.
Hope Dudley
Roleplay
The scene opens to the site of Hope Dudley looking out from the deck on about the third story of a house, the shot angled up at her from down about second story level, out a ways, maybe fifty feet or so, but the camera’s zoom fills that space quite well. She’s wearing a blue dress with leopard print on it, and has a pink belt around her as well, and her hair is done a bit longer than usual and curled. For a moment, the shot shifts to a second camera, coming from inside the house just behind her, looking out to see what she sees; it’s the sunset over the California shores, and it’s a sight that, if she had a loved one there, would be all but romantic. The shot shows the first cameraman to be standing on a platform out over the dunes of the beach, just before the stairs heading down to the sands below. The beach is rather empty except for a group of five teenagers walking and talking, three girls in bikinis and two bare-chested guys in swim trunks among them, and presumably a father with his two sons playing catch with a football as their feet get washed over by the waves.
The shot cuts back to Hope, standing there on the balcony, and as Hope watches the sunset, another girl, a young blonde, steps out onto the balcony, placing an arm around Hope’s shoulders, and Hope turns to look at her with a smile.
The camera cuts back to the angle from just inside the building as the two look into each other’s eyes and begin speaking.
”Hey babe.”
”Maryia? When did you get here, sweetie?”
”Just did. Thought I’d drop by and wish my baby luck with her upcoming match... If you know what I mean.
”I’m not sure I do know, Ree, care to elaborate?”
The girl introduced as Maryia kisses Hope on the cheek.
”You’ve got a match coming up, with that Caitlyn Porter girl. Just wantin’ to wish you luck, babe.”
”Thanks. But I’m not at all concerned about this match. I’ve been trained for this. I know what I’m doing. This Porter chick, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. The little girl can’t be more than... what, nineteen? And she’s the general manager of the show? Ridiculous. And she was even stupid enough to book this match against ME, and make it a last woman standing match? I’m going to flatten her out on the ground so hard, the ref will be able to count to a hundred and she won’t get back up. And then we’ll have all the time in the world to celebrate, Ree.”
”You’re right, Hope, baby, but a little good-luck wish doesn’t hurt, does it? I mean, I would feel really bad if I didn’t wish you luck, and then you ended up making a mistake on one of your moves and rolling your ankle of something, you know?”
”Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Now how did that good luck kiss thing go again?”
”You mean this?”
Maryia leans over and goes to kiss Hope on the cheek. Hope reaches up, and catches Maryia’s head, and connects Maryia’s lips with her own for a moment.
”I uh... I think we should go back inside, baby. Don’t want to be handing out a free show to all those perverts out there watching UWA Television, do we?”
Maryia giggles.
”After you, babe.”
The two enter through the balcony door, and the scene cuts to black as they step in through the doorway to another room, and the door closes behind them.