Take Turns writing... The FireFly Movie novelisation. by arcbeatle

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Take Turns writing... The FireFly Movie novelisation.

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UPDATED: Sunday, March 14, 2004 11:54
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Saturday, March 13, 2004 6:43 PM

We really dont know much about the Firefly movie, we know its called serenity, and there are some "spoilers" weve seen, but thats about it. So to pass a bit more of the time away before it comes out in a theatere near you, lets write from our imaginations:

The FireFly Movie Novelisation!

Remember to write like a book, not a script please, which means we can set scenes up in odd ways you cant really film. Try to use some of the "New" characters spoiled for the movie, but other then that go crazy. Jsut keep it within the verses ruls and Its all Shiny.

So to Start it off:

Prolougue:

She was alone. Silent, and alone. Not sient though, there were the voices in her mind, the vocies of the walls, of the building. The air itslf spoke to her. But there was no color for them to speak of, nothing but white, white walls, white garments, and a blank silence- no... THe garments were loud, they yelled, the walls spoke in color and her eyes drowned in it. So was the hell River Tam Lived in. Getting up from the flatt padding of her room, her cell, her circle of hell she had build within and for herself, she looked out at the pane of water she oculd look thorough at the others, it rippled as the walls spoke, and then, she heard a sound she hadnt heard since a long time ago, since her Father Gabriel went a hunting on their holiday, his holiday in his office. His office? She noticed nothing wrong with that statement. River heard a sound that made the walls scream, they turned red, the blue imps were mad. She heard guns.
There were only a few shots, and any one else but her would have passed them off as a pindrop, the guns had been silenced so, but River heard them. They were heartbeats of Demons. Men screamed, or at least those who thought of themselves as men, if their jobs had not strained too much of their humanity to get that blessed title, and Their screams were so short, cut off by more shots. More loud blue silence going through her brain.
Red Splattered into the water of her Window, and as it soaked through she toutched it in the air, it swirled in patern aorund her, she smiled at its gruesome beutiy, though it turned green with envy of her life. Then in another realm a door was kicked down, and the men pulle dher out the room, curing as she tried to toutch the air aorund her, they held her still, and pushed Needles into her. She would have screamed. She couldnt, as her mind had walked away in the dark the drugs gave her. So they took her, accross the building, and without much care threw her intot he cold, a box, the ice stopped her body, left her mind stopped. Days passed, she didnt know. Untils he found herself falling, then hitting the ground under the stars.
* * *
Coulthard opened fire on the man going twards his Jobs cell, silent bullets ripping through him, followed by his three cohorts weapons discharging a second later, simply cutting his cries off, but he was already dead from his first round, another man turned the corner, unaware at first of what was going on, but by the time he loked up his white lab coat was streamed with blood and hole riddled. Pulling off one of their ident cards, he slid it intt he dorr and watched as the pnumatic door lifted up, there she was, sitting in the rooms center, curled up in a ball and silent, he led her out without a word, and without annother drugged her. This had been too easy, he was geting a kings ransom for getting this nutcase out of here, and he had a certain feeling he might not turn much of it over to the organisation that got him it, money was so much more important to honor in hi mind.
It was no problem getting her to the cryo chamber either, he left some bodies, but not so many he couldnt stuff the closets he pased with them. In the room, he simply found a box of about the right size, and stood the drugged girl up. he pulled a knife out and slit off her foot and wrist bands, then proceeded (to his minions pleasure) to cut her cheap white frock off. ignoreing hte whistles, which were probably attracting gaurds, he carried her too the grey box, and lowed her nude figure into it. He positioned her in there, then began too close the lid of the box, sealing her in to freaze, but stopped, she looked so calm, so helpless, and for a moment William Coulthard felt bad about selling her back and forth like foodstuffs. Its not like that wasnt his line of work anyways though, and he brushed hte idea from his mind, closing the lid.
Time passed. Coulthard ignored the talk about the mysterious deaths, causing more when he found someone knew too much, awaiting the dat hed get paid, the box was shipped form Cryro in a day, two days it was in storage, then to the inspection scannings, which he bribed out, and finally, to the port, where it would be subtly dropped before it got loaded onto a transport.It did all go as planned, and Coulthard stood, feeling like the manf rom eath that was, Benedict arnold? Or did he have his own name? odd as it was he waited by his box in the streets, with three armed men. He passed the time by trieng to improve the "Live life with BlueSun" sloagan hed always thought to be so corny to work with. hours passed, his buyer was late.
and then, near sundown, as some of his men were askign if they could get drinks, or girls, or both, Simon Tam pulled up in the passenger side of a cheap city hover transit vehicle, He stepped off, keenly dressed in rose colored spectiacles and a suit he approched hte box,
"Is this her?"
Coulthard didnt think that even even deserved a response, it was a brutally dumb statement form a fmaous doctor, but he shrugged it off, as he did so many things and nodded. Simon smirked, and stuck a hand out, and said a long burst of thanks and appreciateions. Coulthatrd shook the hard less than half heartedly, so far down it may have been a sixteenth. In some ways he wished he knew how hes helped int he first place. He wished hed jsut bloody recognise him. But he didnt, and he lowered out boxes of money, William ignored them, and as his men helped push the grey crate with Simons beloved sister into the storage bed hed rented the vehicle to have, (simon nervously saying htey should be more carefull with the box) Coulthatrd simply looked up at him and asked, solemnly:
"where will you take her, not many men would"
Simon turned his gaze down through the glasses,
"Im sure theres someone who would take me and River, some law abiding citizens with the respect to help us"
Coulthard raised an eyebrow, "Not many law abiding people keep fugitives for tea and biscuts my-" he was going to say freind. he cut the word and let the sentance hang. Simon payed no mesure.
"Im sure Ill find the soemwhere. Brave and true men liek you."
Coulthard held back a tear, "Not amny men are brave theese times, if any. You'll probaly find yourselves in with Low-lives."
Simon scoffed, "Lowlives? Criminals? How could I ever, and I mean ever, lower my standards to living with mercenaries mechanics and whores?"
Coulthard left the silence, he grabbed the money, he ushered his men. He walked away.
And in the backround, oh so far off a man watched the procedings, his thin rimemd glasses reflecting their faces as he smirked.

He would have lost his cover laughing if he knew what fete would come of Simon and River Tam.

Endo of Prolougue.

That was just to make Sure an audiance knew of Simon and River, please start your first act however you want it now, though Id appreciate Coulthatrd appearing sometime later, far later...

Act one:

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Sunday, March 14, 2004 11:54 AM

ARCBEATLE

Sorry that was so long, but I needed to get that out of the way!
*bump*

People only beleive somehting if it's in a movie

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