Post by Zion on Feb 4, 2021 18:18:31 GMT
((The camera fades in to a dorm room which could easily be mistaken for a jail-cell. All the furniture is uniform, identical to the room next to it. Like all college students though, this room has been infiltrated with blotches of both occupants’ personalities taking form in posters and tapestries that cling to life by the scotch tape that prevents them from plummeting to their demise. LeBron James, Pulp Fiction, Wu-Tang for the aesthetic. Regular shit. The camera pans in on two familiar faces doing a familiar activity. Xavier and Michael passing a blunt amongst the two of them. Except this time however out hero’s don’t appear to be their distinguished, sexy, rugged, pessimistic selves that you know and love. No, on this day there seems to be a spark in their eye, a bounce in their step. That’s right, FLASHBACK BITCHES! Let’s see how life fucks it up shall we.))
Zion: It’s puff, pass, pass n***a. Not, puff, puff, puff, puff….
Shelton (his eyes as if they have popped several blood vessels): Chill, chill, I literally just got the shit.
((This was false. But it didn’t matter. Xavier and Shelton had effectively become the marijuana kingpins of their little campus. A low risk, high yield, operation that could be done easily between class, football practices, hoes, and whatever else they had going on at the time. In short, the trap was BOOMIN, so there was weed to spare.))
Zion ((finally haven giving up on ever getting the blunt back, begins to roll his own)): Our shit been jumpin’ lately. Pretty soon we gonna’ have to up it. We get in with the frats and its game over they all got credit cards linked to their parent’s bank accounts.
((Michael responds lazily, half present, full baked. Yet somehow, he was always the wise one of the two.))
Shelton: Man, don’t you think we should chill out? We already got enough bread and bud to last the rest of the semester. We should just focus on these hoes….and finals.
((Well, somewhat wise.))
Zion: Dawg fucccccccck that, you saw them boys over on the other campus. Their shit boomin’ too. If we fall back now we gonna lose all our custy’s and there ain’t gonna be no game to come back to once we get back from break. We gotta move now, feel me?
Shelton: Yeah, I guess g, I just don’t want to be greedy and end up getting fucked. You know they ain’t playin’ games with
us. We're BLACK, and selling drugs incase you forgot.
Zion: Bro, we go to school in Connecticut. The chances of anyone runnin’ up in our shit is slim to none.
Shelton: Those sound like some famous last words if I ever heard em’.
((And with that, the reaper started to knock. Loud, furious knocks, his scythe couldn’t open the door fast enough. Zion and Shelton begin to scramble, ashing blunts, hiding scales, stashing money, a fucking shits-how if I ever seen one. Xavier stumbles reaching for the window, grasping at the clutch and swinging upwards with such force that the glass nearly shatters. With the last wave of a hand, and a prayer, Shelton walks over to the door and takes a deep inhale before reaching for the handle.))
Zion:…Please don’t be the fucking police.
((As the door creaks open the two are instantly met with relief. It’s the not police but rather the mousy Resident Director, and the new RA who was just hired to replace the LAST RA that was subsequently fired for smoking meth in her room. They both wore T-Shirts advertising the schools’ Senior Bonfire that would be happening right before break, and jeans with holes right over the knees. Clipboards ready at the hip like guns in holsters. Basically, identical clones of each other. The RD then speaks her voice just pleasant enough to hide the malice intent.))
RD: Hey, guys, how’s it going? I’m just here with Miranda for the last rooms checks before break, you guys mind if we come in?
((Shelton nervously looks at Xavier who answers with a shrug.))
Zion ((in all seriousness)): Can we say no?
((Both the RD and the RA respond with laughter.))
RD: Well of course not silly. Don’t worry it’ll be quick I just want to make sure Miranda here ((gesturing over)) knows what she’s doing for the rest of the year.
((Before either of them can even respond the RD and the RA have already begin to slither their way through the small crack that remained opened as Michael peered out. As they enter their eyes become lasers, scanning and examine their surroundings. Any hope of a cursory check had immediately fled the boys’ bodies. Her pen on the check-sheet scratching along the clipboard is the first thing to break the silence. There are seldom less pleasant sounds))
Zion ((trying to ease the process along)): So, how’re you two today? Have you had to inspect a lot of rooms.
((The RD sees through the attempt and shrugs off the question. Just continuing to examine and mark. Like the Terminator if Arnold Schwarzenegger were a small white woman pursuing a liberal arts degree at a discounted rate.))
RD: Well, everything seems to be in order. Smells a little bit though, might I suggest opening a window next time boys?
Zion: Wait, we can’t get in trouble for smell right? Like we’re good??? Don’t worry about me I’m not being suspicious at all....
RD ((A little worriedly)): Well, no, we would have to psychically see drugs or paraphilia to alert the authorities. Technically, we could for smell, but that’s a lot of paperwork and who has the time for that.
Zion & Shelton: Nioceeeee.
RD: So, that’s all. Thanks for being patient with us guys, and I hope you enjoy your break!
((The RD and her little mousy twin assistant then begin to head towards the door. The beads of sweat on Xavier and Shelton begin to roll back, retreating to their pours, as the close call is finally over.))
Zion ((muttering to himself)): Thank God she didn’t look in the closet…
RD: What was that?
Zion: Oh, nothing, nothing, I said, "I'm thinking of coming out of the closet".
RD: Oh, well, good for you.
((The RD then continues her warpath to the doorway but stops and whips her neck over to the right where a small crease in the closet door remains. There, in plain sight, is a coat rack with several hoodies and pullovers hanging like leaves from its branches. Below that, a 3-foot, bright yellow, silicon fucking bong. The RD looks down, then back at the boys, then back down.))
RD: Mind telling me what that is…?
Zion & Shelton: ..fuck.
Zion: It’s puff, pass, pass n***a. Not, puff, puff, puff, puff….
Shelton (his eyes as if they have popped several blood vessels): Chill, chill, I literally just got the shit.
((This was false. But it didn’t matter. Xavier and Shelton had effectively become the marijuana kingpins of their little campus. A low risk, high yield, operation that could be done easily between class, football practices, hoes, and whatever else they had going on at the time. In short, the trap was BOOMIN, so there was weed to spare.))
Zion ((finally haven giving up on ever getting the blunt back, begins to roll his own)): Our shit been jumpin’ lately. Pretty soon we gonna’ have to up it. We get in with the frats and its game over they all got credit cards linked to their parent’s bank accounts.
((Michael responds lazily, half present, full baked. Yet somehow, he was always the wise one of the two.))
Shelton: Man, don’t you think we should chill out? We already got enough bread and bud to last the rest of the semester. We should just focus on these hoes….and finals.
((Well, somewhat wise.))
Zion: Dawg fucccccccck that, you saw them boys over on the other campus. Their shit boomin’ too. If we fall back now we gonna lose all our custy’s and there ain’t gonna be no game to come back to once we get back from break. We gotta move now, feel me?
Shelton: Yeah, I guess g, I just don’t want to be greedy and end up getting fucked. You know they ain’t playin’ games with
us. We're BLACK, and selling drugs incase you forgot.
Zion: Bro, we go to school in Connecticut. The chances of anyone runnin’ up in our shit is slim to none.
Shelton: Those sound like some famous last words if I ever heard em’.
((And with that, the reaper started to knock. Loud, furious knocks, his scythe couldn’t open the door fast enough. Zion and Shelton begin to scramble, ashing blunts, hiding scales, stashing money, a fucking shits-how if I ever seen one. Xavier stumbles reaching for the window, grasping at the clutch and swinging upwards with such force that the glass nearly shatters. With the last wave of a hand, and a prayer, Shelton walks over to the door and takes a deep inhale before reaching for the handle.))
Zion:…Please don’t be the fucking police.
((As the door creaks open the two are instantly met with relief. It’s the not police but rather the mousy Resident Director, and the new RA who was just hired to replace the LAST RA that was subsequently fired for smoking meth in her room. They both wore T-Shirts advertising the schools’ Senior Bonfire that would be happening right before break, and jeans with holes right over the knees. Clipboards ready at the hip like guns in holsters. Basically, identical clones of each other. The RD then speaks her voice just pleasant enough to hide the malice intent.))
RD: Hey, guys, how’s it going? I’m just here with Miranda for the last rooms checks before break, you guys mind if we come in?
((Shelton nervously looks at Xavier who answers with a shrug.))
Zion ((in all seriousness)): Can we say no?
((Both the RD and the RA respond with laughter.))
RD: Well of course not silly. Don’t worry it’ll be quick I just want to make sure Miranda here ((gesturing over)) knows what she’s doing for the rest of the year.
((Before either of them can even respond the RD and the RA have already begin to slither their way through the small crack that remained opened as Michael peered out. As they enter their eyes become lasers, scanning and examine their surroundings. Any hope of a cursory check had immediately fled the boys’ bodies. Her pen on the check-sheet scratching along the clipboard is the first thing to break the silence. There are seldom less pleasant sounds))
*Scratch, scratch*
Zion ((trying to ease the process along)): So, how’re you two today? Have you had to inspect a lot of rooms.
((The RD sees through the attempt and shrugs off the question. Just continuing to examine and mark. Like the Terminator if Arnold Schwarzenegger were a small white woman pursuing a liberal arts degree at a discounted rate.))
*Scratch, scratch*
Zion: Wait, we can’t get in trouble for smell right? Like we’re good??? Don’t worry about me I’m not being suspicious at all....
RD ((A little worriedly)): Well, no, we would have to psychically see drugs or paraphilia to alert the authorities. Technically, we could for smell, but that’s a lot of paperwork and who has the time for that.
Zion & Shelton: Nioceeeee.
RD: So, that’s all. Thanks for being patient with us guys, and I hope you enjoy your break!
((The RD and her little mousy twin assistant then begin to head towards the door. The beads of sweat on Xavier and Shelton begin to roll back, retreating to their pours, as the close call is finally over.))
Zion ((muttering to himself)): Thank God she didn’t look in the closet…
RD: What was that?
Zion: Oh, nothing, nothing, I said, "I'm thinking of coming out of the closet".
RD: Oh, well, good for you.
((The RD then continues her warpath to the doorway but stops and whips her neck over to the right where a small crease in the closet door remains. There, in plain sight, is a coat rack with several hoodies and pullovers hanging like leaves from its branches. Below that, a 3-foot, bright yellow, silicon fucking bong. The RD looks down, then back at the boys, then back down.))
RD: Mind telling me what that is…?
Zion & Shelton: ..fuck.
((TO BE CONTINUED))
Well howdy there pardner.