Post by Gunnar Kincaid on Aug 14, 2016 15:34:27 GMT
OOC Note: This was a joint production with Steffanie, handler of Psyche Devyne.
FADE IN:
EXT. BLUEBONNET BLVD – BATON ROUGE, LA – SATURDAY, AUGUST 13, 2016 – EARLY EVENING.
Torrential rain hammers the streets; droplets bouncing off the concrete ferociously, as the state of Louisiana succumbs to the opening of the heavens.
It’s biblical out there.
It doesn’t stop GUNNAR KINCAID, however. The fighter rides down the street in his black Harley Davidson Roadster, getting drenched for his efforts.
However, given where he’s headed, it’s worth it.
CUT TO:
INT. RENTAL TRAILER – PECUE MOBILE HOME ESTATES – BATON ROUGE, LA – FIVE HOURS EARLIER.
GUNNAR KINCAID sits at a small wooden dining table in the corner of his humble rental trailer, staring out the window at the downpour hammering the area.
GUNNAR
(To himself)
Jesus. I better call Noah.
(To himself)
Jesus. I better call Noah.
The fighter turns to his cellular phone, shaking his head in dismay at the weather.
--MOBILE PHONE SCREEN
TWITTER NOTIFICATION: @thepsychedevyne followed you!
--BACK TO LIVING ROOM
Kincaid grins and opens the application, contemplating his next move.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
That was a pretty wild night last night, huh @thepsychedevyne? Heads up though. You can't go putting me through that when you're managing me
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid … What are you on about?
That was a pretty wild night last night, huh @thepsychedevyne? Heads up though. You can't go putting me through that when you're managing me
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid … What are you on about?
Kincaid scowls at this, before responding.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne I'm saying you can't be
challenging me to drinking contests when
you're my manager. Game face!
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Manager for what? What are
you talking about?
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Last night. C'mon now, we've
got a gentleman's agreement. No backing out
now, sweetheart
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid I… don’t even know you.
Should I?
@thepsychedevyne I'm saying you can't be
challenging me to drinking contests when
you're my manager. Game face!
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Manager for what? What are
you talking about?
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Last night. C'mon now, we've
got a gentleman's agreement. No backing out
now, sweetheart
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid I… don’t even know you.
Should I?
This puzzles the big Canadian, who scratches the back of his head and winces. He resumes typing thereafter.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne ... Uh. Okay, this is weird.
Last night. The bar? The hotel? The management
pact? Surely you weren't that wasted?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid I didn’t drink last night. Far as
I know, I stayed in. I’m not even at home in LA
right now… I’ve been in my hotel.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Yeah, I remember. I was there.
Wait... I see what this is. I get it. No sweat.
Odd way to blow someone off but whatever.
@thepsychedevyne ... Uh. Okay, this is weird.
Last night. The bar? The hotel? The management
pact? Surely you weren't that wasted?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid I didn’t drink last night. Far as
I know, I stayed in. I’m not even at home in LA
right now… I’ve been in my hotel.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Yeah, I remember. I was there.
Wait... I see what this is. I get it. No sweat.
Odd way to blow someone off but whatever.
The fighter heaves a sigh and tosses his phone down on the dining table, looking irritated by the dismissal. Within seconds, his device sounds off, notifying him of a response.
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid What? Blown off? I don’t even
KNOW you!
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Whatever you say, babe. That wasn't
the story last night. It's fine. I get it. It was
nice meeting you anyway.
@mrgunnarkincaid What? Blown off? I don’t even
KNOW you!
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Whatever you say, babe. That wasn't
the story last night. It's fine. I get it. It was
nice meeting you anyway.
With that, he tosses his phone over to the sofa.
CUT TO:
EXT. THE RENAISSANCE HOTEL ENTRANCE – BATON ROUGE, LA – EARLY EVENING.
Kincaid parks his Harley off road by the side of the building and quickly alights, jogging hastily towards the entrance to shelter himself from the rain.
CUT TO:
INT. GUNNAR’S TRAILER – PECUE MOBILE HOME ESTATES – BATON ROUGE, LA – FORTY FIVE MINUTES EARLIER.
The Canadian sits on his single sofa, aiming the remote control at the small television in the corner of the room. He channel surfs aimlessly; each station plagued with static as a result of interference from the bad weather.
Kincaid grabs his phone, acknowledging the message.
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
Hey @mrgunnarkincaid. Having a lovely day?
Hey @mrgunnarkincaid. Having a lovely day?
Gunnar scowls, utterly bamboozled by the message.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne ... You're kidding me, right?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Why would I be kidding you? Did
I get you a bit too drunk last night? A bit forgetful?
GUNNAR
(To himself)
What the fuck?
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne ... Listen, if this is how you
get your kicks? Cool. Not at my expense though.
You take care of yourself.
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Hey… I just wanted to see if you’d
be up for another “hang out” before I go back to LA.
If not…
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne What? A couple hours ago you were
telling me you didn't even know who I was. Last night
suddenly coming back to you?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Not sure what you’re talking about.
We drank… but not THAT much.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Go back through your timeline.
You gotta be kidding me? Surely?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid UGH. Of-fucking-course. I’ve had
people fucking with me lately. Probably another bag
of bullshit they came up with.
@thepsychedevyne ... You're kidding me, right?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Why would I be kidding you? Did
I get you a bit too drunk last night? A bit forgetful?
GUNNAR
(To himself)
What the fuck?
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne ... Listen, if this is how you
get your kicks? Cool. Not at my expense though.
You take care of yourself.
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Hey… I just wanted to see if you’d
be up for another “hang out” before I go back to LA.
If not…
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne What? A couple hours ago you were
telling me you didn't even know who I was. Last night
suddenly coming back to you?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Not sure what you’re talking about.
We drank… but not THAT much.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Go back through your timeline.
You gotta be kidding me? Surely?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid UGH. Of-fucking-course. I’ve had
people fucking with me lately. Probably another bag
of bullshit they came up with.
The fighter shakes his head, suggesting he’s not buying this weird game she’s playing.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Huh? What are you talking about?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Pretty sure someone is pranking me.
Keep seeing BS I write that I never wrote. Find stuff
used that I haven’t touched.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne So, wait. Are you saying you were hacked?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid .... something like that.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne I see...
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid You can believe me or not. I’ve been
dealing with some bullshit lately. Either way… right
now… I’m asking…
@thepsychedevyne Huh? What are you talking about?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Pretty sure someone is pranking me.
Keep seeing BS I write that I never wrote. Find stuff
used that I haven’t touched.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne So, wait. Are you saying you were hacked?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid .... something like that.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne I see...
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid You can believe me or not. I’ve been
dealing with some bullshit lately. Either way… right
now… I’m asking…
He pauses, unsure of how to respond. He looks off into the distance thoughtfully, as another alert reaches him.
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid You want to come by or not?
@mrgunnarkincaid You want to come by or not?
Gunnar sighs.
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne ... Alright. Gimme like 45 mins to
throw myself together. Where will I get you? The hotel,
or?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Hotel. I’m sure you know which door to
knock on to pick me up?
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Yeah, I gotcha. See you soon.
@thepsychedevyne ... Alright. Gimme like 45 mins to
throw myself together. Where will I get you? The hotel,
or?
Psyche Devyne @thepsychedevyne
@mrgunnarkincaid Hotel. I’m sure you know which door to
knock on to pick me up?
Gunnar Kincaid @mrgunnarkincaid
@thepsychedevyne Yeah, I gotcha. See you soon.
The fighter scratches his beard and wears an expression of intrigue.
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INT. EXECUTIVE SUITE ENTRANCE – THE RENAISSANCE HOTEL – BATON ROUGE, LA – EARLY EVENING.
Kincaid stands outside the door of Psyche’s suite, dripping wet with such severity that a small pool of water has formed by his feet. His beard is saturated, as are the tips of his long hair.
[Door Knock]
Beat.
The door opens. PSYCHE DEVYNE stands in the frame wearing a black skirt and a black top; stiletto boots completing the look.
PSYCHE
Oh… Hello.
Oh… Hello.
Her body language is defensive, which Gunnar detects instantly.
GUNNAR
(Cautious)
Hey…
PSYCHE
You’re… the guy from Twitter… How… did
you find out where I’m staying?
(Cautious)
Hey…
PSYCHE
You’re… the guy from Twitter… How… did
you find out where I’m staying?
She closes the door slightly, shielding herself from possible intrusion. Kincaid looks baffled – if only for a brief second.
GUNNAR
You told me…
You told me…
Beat.
GUNNAR (Cont’d)
(Frustrated tone)
Nah, fuck this. I’m done.
(Frustrated tone)
Nah, fuck this. I’m done.
The penny drops and, without warning, the sodden fighter turns away from the door and motions to leave.
GUNNAR
(Shouting back)
Y’know, I don’t know what your problem is
but you need some serious fucking help.
(Shouting back)
Y’know, I don’t know what your problem is
but you need some serious fucking help.
Psyche looks perplexed by the outburst, as he heads for the stairs – not even waiting for the elevator.
PSYCHE
(Shouting from the door)
Hey, wait!
(Shouting from the door)
Hey, wait!
She starts to go after him.
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EXT. THE RENAISSANCE HOTEL – FRONT ENTRANCE – SECONDS LATER.
Gunnar storms out from the sliding doors and heads straight for his soaking wet Harley, having just wasted his time with an unnecessary voyage.
Psyche appears at the sliding doors a few seconds later, several paces behind him.
PSYCHE
(Calling out)
Hey! Uh… Gunnar! Wait!
(Calling out)
Hey! Uh… Gunnar! Wait!
She stops just under the awning in front of the building, avoiding the rain.
PSYCHE
(Calling out)
Let me just try to explain!
(Calling out)
Let me just try to explain!
Her pleas fall on deaf ears, as Kincaid revs his engine and pulls out suddenly – some may say recklessly. In doing so, the big Canadian joins the road and the oncoming traffic.
Devyne’s face grows an expression of horror, as the CRASH echoes off screen.
PSYCHE
(Horrified)
Oh my God!
(Horrified)
Oh my God!
Kincaid’s bike lies on its side, with Gunnar a few feet away from it on the soaking wet concrete, having just collided with a car.
END.