Post by jerri on Jun 7, 2009 3:06:27 GMT -5
[We open to a strange marketplace, filled with the sound of caged birds singing their song. Jerri Li, Chingachgook and Xing Long stroll onto the scene from the street, soaking up the hustle and bustle atmosphere like a set of sponges. Jerri runs off to look at a stall selling Persian rugs.]
Jerri: Are these flying carpets?!
Asheem The Stall Owner: No.
Jerri: Oh, they’re still pretty.
[Asheem repeatedly thrusts his fat little finger at the price tags.]
Asheem: Buy!
[Before Jerri can pull her purse out, Chingachgook rests his hand on her shoulder. He must be stood on a step ladder or something.]
Chingachgook: We did not come here for rugs.
Jerri: But look at all these intricate patterns and colors, they’re just plain gorgeous!
[Xing sniffs and stifles a smile.]
Chingachgook: Come, Jerri.
[The trio make their way through the crowd. Jerri is as wide eyed as a deer as they see blobby fat men smoking hookahs, Chinese women as wrinkled up as prunes cutting the heads off chickens, screeching monkeys bashing their fists against the bars of their cages and more strange and bizarre things.]
Jerri: This place is intoxicating! I’ll have to keep my eyes sharp, you never what kind of bargains you could find here.
Xing: Want a monkey?
Jerri: Hey, you speak English?!
Chingachgook: She doesn’t talk much though. Come along Jerri, we’re nearly there!
[Chingachgook drags her by the arm as she stares at rows of dried bird feet, butterflies on pins, cockroaches and spiders in glass jars. It seems like an endless line of more and more bafflingly weird shit.]
Chingachgook: Here we are. How are you my old friend?
Akbhar: Business is good, the sun shines brighter than a thousand bulbs.
Jerri: We’re not here for eye of newt, are we?
[Akbhar pulls a blanket up from the table of his stall to reveal weapons. Lots of weapons. Ninja stars, swords, tonfa, plastic lightsabres, spiked maces and everything else you could imagine. Xing Ling snaps her arm out like a dagger, easily selecting all the deadliest weapons for herself in the blink of an eye.]
Jerri: Woah, look at all this junk!
Chingachgook: Oh, Akbhar, any word on that delivery I asked you for last time?
Akbhar: It has been hard getting them shipped from China for you, but it will be worth the wait. These are the real deal, authentic.
Jerri: What are?
Chingachgook: Something for your training, you’ll see.
[Xing has wandered off and is swinging a pair of tonfa around like a human helicopter. Jerri leans in to Chingachgook.]
Jerri: She’s weird, are you sure she can actually ‘wrestle?’
Chingachgook: She has trained outside of my dojo in Jiu-Jitsu, Sambo and even went to Mongolia to learn their way of wrestling.
Jerri: Doesn’t know how to do a dropkick then, eh?
Chingachgook: She is a very fast learner, she’ll pick it up quicker than you can say ‘watermelon.’
Jerri: Why watermelon?
Chingachgook: Because I’m hungry. Let’s go get some curried rabbit and coconut milk.
Jerri: Are you kidding? I saw a place selling Kentucky Fried Piranha and Kung Pao Condor, I’ll catch you guys later.
Jerri: Are these flying carpets?!
Asheem The Stall Owner: No.
Jerri: Oh, they’re still pretty.
[Asheem repeatedly thrusts his fat little finger at the price tags.]
Asheem: Buy!
[Before Jerri can pull her purse out, Chingachgook rests his hand on her shoulder. He must be stood on a step ladder or something.]
Chingachgook: We did not come here for rugs.
Jerri: But look at all these intricate patterns and colors, they’re just plain gorgeous!
[Xing sniffs and stifles a smile.]
Chingachgook: Come, Jerri.
[The trio make their way through the crowd. Jerri is as wide eyed as a deer as they see blobby fat men smoking hookahs, Chinese women as wrinkled up as prunes cutting the heads off chickens, screeching monkeys bashing their fists against the bars of their cages and more strange and bizarre things.]
Jerri: This place is intoxicating! I’ll have to keep my eyes sharp, you never what kind of bargains you could find here.
Xing: Want a monkey?
Jerri: Hey, you speak English?!
Chingachgook: She doesn’t talk much though. Come along Jerri, we’re nearly there!
[Chingachgook drags her by the arm as she stares at rows of dried bird feet, butterflies on pins, cockroaches and spiders in glass jars. It seems like an endless line of more and more bafflingly weird shit.]
Chingachgook: Here we are. How are you my old friend?
Akbhar: Business is good, the sun shines brighter than a thousand bulbs.
Jerri: We’re not here for eye of newt, are we?
[Akbhar pulls a blanket up from the table of his stall to reveal weapons. Lots of weapons. Ninja stars, swords, tonfa, plastic lightsabres, spiked maces and everything else you could imagine. Xing Ling snaps her arm out like a dagger, easily selecting all the deadliest weapons for herself in the blink of an eye.]
Jerri: Woah, look at all this junk!
Chingachgook: Oh, Akbhar, any word on that delivery I asked you for last time?
Akbhar: It has been hard getting them shipped from China for you, but it will be worth the wait. These are the real deal, authentic.
Jerri: What are?
Chingachgook: Something for your training, you’ll see.
[Xing has wandered off and is swinging a pair of tonfa around like a human helicopter. Jerri leans in to Chingachgook.]
Jerri: She’s weird, are you sure she can actually ‘wrestle?’
Chingachgook: She has trained outside of my dojo in Jiu-Jitsu, Sambo and even went to Mongolia to learn their way of wrestling.
Jerri: Doesn’t know how to do a dropkick then, eh?
Chingachgook: She is a very fast learner, she’ll pick it up quicker than you can say ‘watermelon.’
Jerri: Why watermelon?
Chingachgook: Because I’m hungry. Let’s go get some curried rabbit and coconut milk.
Jerri: Are you kidding? I saw a place selling Kentucky Fried Piranha and Kung Pao Condor, I’ll catch you guys later.