Post by The Phantom Lady on Dec 6, 2011 18:04:58 GMT -5
This has been laying on my mind ever since I read somewhere that Cillan's big dream is to play in a Western but was never cast...
I have no experience in writing scripts but I have read a few; I realize this isn't set up correctly but I wanted it to work as a fan fic so that's the reason or the format...
The title may be subject to change, I'm really not happy with it...
-The Character Jack belongs to me and was created by myself, the name is actually not related to Jackson Rippner but someone I have met lately who I hold very dear
But anyway here goes...
Scene 1
In the dull light of afternoon a horse rides over an orange desert mountain, on it’s back a tired rider is bobbing along, his face almost completely covered by the large brim of his black hat. As he looks up his face becomes visible, a semi worn face with freckles; slightly dirty and most importantly of all; harrowing blue eyes before he bows his head again.
As he rides into town he creates a stir as people freeze at the sight of the stranger clad in black leather. People move away as he ties his horse up outside of the saloon. His icy blue eyes look up at one of 3 Wanted posters and he corrects his black Stetson before spitting on the floorboards under the faded wanted posters. The drawing has faded a lot but something already seems familiar about it. ‘Blue Eyed Jack’ it says in thick letters on the brown poster. His feet sound loud on the floorboards and we follow him inside the saloon where the owner puts down the glass he was cleaning with a dirty rag.
“Serve Me!” he demands in a harsh tune after a painful silence. His fist hammers into the table making glasses stir. The glass that was being cleaned is filled with Scotch and sent his way. He gulps it down and stands up reaching for the gun in his belt.
Another painful silence.
“I’d kill for another one” he says coldly and sits back down, the hands filling up the glass with more scotch in a close-up tremble.
“Now where do you keep your wh*res?” he says before he has barely swallowed the drink.
Everyone points to the other end of the bar where three girls stand watching his every movie in a mix of intrigue and horror.
“You” he points at the girl who looks to be the most frightened, her eyes widen and the look on her face tells us she thinks this is truly the end of her days. He walks up to her and grabs her arm harshly and forces a kiss on her lips to the snicker of some of the regulars in the saloon.
“Betty’s much more fun” a drunk man calls out and the strangers lips leave the girls trembling lips; she is about to pass out.
“Or Lucy; that girl aint got much training” another man from the table as the drunk older man warns him. A sinister smile spread on the strangers lips.
“That’s how I like ‘em” he laughs coldly and drags her with him as she tries to show him to the rooms indented for her line of work.
Her hands are shaking hard as she tries to get her corset off and she jumps feeling his hand lay on top of hers.
“Shush” the stranger say “Just do as I tell you and it will be all right” his voice is low and what is that? A trace of sympathy?
“Press yourself against the wall there” he tells and she does so, still shivering. Her face filled with questions
“Wouldn’t the bed be more comfortable?” her voice breaks from her fear of this dangerous stranger she is locked in with.
“Start screaming and yelling for help, banging your fists on the wall as if I raped you” he tells her and she bites her lip; her face saying ‘this man is insane!’ but she does as told. He sits on the bed as she starts screaming for her life.
She continues screaming till there’s a hard knocking on the door
“Save some for the other paying costumers!” a male voice yells and the stranger gets back on his feet and walks to the door.
“What you say?” he yells angrily and motions to the young woman and she screams out again.
“I’m gonna hold you responsible for her contract if you do her in!” the male voice call back and the stranger nods.
“May I ask you for your name miss?” he takes his hat off and extends his hand to him like a gentleman and she takes it in disbelief
“Elizabeth” she stutters and seems frozen.
“Sorry for scaring you like that, and thanks for playing along” he tells her sitting back down on the bed watching her as she tries to tie her corset again.
“Need a hand?” he asks already on his feet and she nods and he pulls it tight. She gasps for air and she is decent again.
“I’m Jack” he turns her around looking into her eyes
“But if anyone asks about me tell them I was the reason you couldn’t sit or stand for days, got it?” his eyes turning sinister again and she nods, unable to answer
“Actually tell ‘im you’re too sore to work the rest of the day” he demands
“But…” she complains “I have a contract I need to pay out”
“I’ll pay for the damage” he says
“Later” he puts his hat back on and takes a deep breath as he seems to change completely back into the scary stranger before. He unlocks the door and walk out.
“biatch” he says under his breath as he returns to the bar.
Elizabeth staggers out of the room like she had just been raped violently. For dramatic effects she faints on her way to the laughter of the drunken men from before. Jack; our stranger glances towards her and shakes his head.
“You need better girls than that” he looks at the owner of the establishment.
“If she can’t work the rest of the day you’re in big trouble mister!” the owner groans. No one has yet helped Elizabeth.
Jack grabs the gun from his belt and points it at the owner
“No one threatens Blue Eyed Jack, hear?” he hisses coldly.
I have no experience in writing scripts but I have read a few; I realize this isn't set up correctly but I wanted it to work as a fan fic so that's the reason or the format...
The title may be subject to change, I'm really not happy with it...
-The Character Jack belongs to me and was created by myself, the name is actually not related to Jackson Rippner but someone I have met lately who I hold very dear
But anyway here goes...
Scene 1
In the dull light of afternoon a horse rides over an orange desert mountain, on it’s back a tired rider is bobbing along, his face almost completely covered by the large brim of his black hat. As he looks up his face becomes visible, a semi worn face with freckles; slightly dirty and most importantly of all; harrowing blue eyes before he bows his head again.
As he rides into town he creates a stir as people freeze at the sight of the stranger clad in black leather. People move away as he ties his horse up outside of the saloon. His icy blue eyes look up at one of 3 Wanted posters and he corrects his black Stetson before spitting on the floorboards under the faded wanted posters. The drawing has faded a lot but something already seems familiar about it. ‘Blue Eyed Jack’ it says in thick letters on the brown poster. His feet sound loud on the floorboards and we follow him inside the saloon where the owner puts down the glass he was cleaning with a dirty rag.
“Serve Me!” he demands in a harsh tune after a painful silence. His fist hammers into the table making glasses stir. The glass that was being cleaned is filled with Scotch and sent his way. He gulps it down and stands up reaching for the gun in his belt.
Another painful silence.
“I’d kill for another one” he says coldly and sits back down, the hands filling up the glass with more scotch in a close-up tremble.
“Now where do you keep your wh*res?” he says before he has barely swallowed the drink.
Everyone points to the other end of the bar where three girls stand watching his every movie in a mix of intrigue and horror.
“You” he points at the girl who looks to be the most frightened, her eyes widen and the look on her face tells us she thinks this is truly the end of her days. He walks up to her and grabs her arm harshly and forces a kiss on her lips to the snicker of some of the regulars in the saloon.
“Betty’s much more fun” a drunk man calls out and the strangers lips leave the girls trembling lips; she is about to pass out.
“Or Lucy; that girl aint got much training” another man from the table as the drunk older man warns him. A sinister smile spread on the strangers lips.
“That’s how I like ‘em” he laughs coldly and drags her with him as she tries to show him to the rooms indented for her line of work.
Her hands are shaking hard as she tries to get her corset off and she jumps feeling his hand lay on top of hers.
“Shush” the stranger say “Just do as I tell you and it will be all right” his voice is low and what is that? A trace of sympathy?
“Press yourself against the wall there” he tells and she does so, still shivering. Her face filled with questions
“Wouldn’t the bed be more comfortable?” her voice breaks from her fear of this dangerous stranger she is locked in with.
“Start screaming and yelling for help, banging your fists on the wall as if I raped you” he tells her and she bites her lip; her face saying ‘this man is insane!’ but she does as told. He sits on the bed as she starts screaming for her life.
She continues screaming till there’s a hard knocking on the door
“Save some for the other paying costumers!” a male voice yells and the stranger gets back on his feet and walks to the door.
“What you say?” he yells angrily and motions to the young woman and she screams out again.
“I’m gonna hold you responsible for her contract if you do her in!” the male voice call back and the stranger nods.
“May I ask you for your name miss?” he takes his hat off and extends his hand to him like a gentleman and she takes it in disbelief
“Elizabeth” she stutters and seems frozen.
“Sorry for scaring you like that, and thanks for playing along” he tells her sitting back down on the bed watching her as she tries to tie her corset again.
“Need a hand?” he asks already on his feet and she nods and he pulls it tight. She gasps for air and she is decent again.
“I’m Jack” he turns her around looking into her eyes
“But if anyone asks about me tell them I was the reason you couldn’t sit or stand for days, got it?” his eyes turning sinister again and she nods, unable to answer
“Actually tell ‘im you’re too sore to work the rest of the day” he demands
“But…” she complains “I have a contract I need to pay out”
“I’ll pay for the damage” he says
“Later” he puts his hat back on and takes a deep breath as he seems to change completely back into the scary stranger before. He unlocks the door and walk out.
“biatch” he says under his breath as he returns to the bar.
Elizabeth staggers out of the room like she had just been raped violently. For dramatic effects she faints on her way to the laughter of the drunken men from before. Jack; our stranger glances towards her and shakes his head.
“You need better girls than that” he looks at the owner of the establishment.
“If she can’t work the rest of the day you’re in big trouble mister!” the owner groans. No one has yet helped Elizabeth.
Jack grabs the gun from his belt and points it at the owner
“No one threatens Blue Eyed Jack, hear?” he hisses coldly.
That shows he has a heart. But yet he somehow want's to keep up some kind of a hardliner reputance. I would love to read more of him!! 
I have always thought Cillian would be great in a Western, and we all know he wants to do one (although I think In Time could pass as a modernized version of a Western 
), so it was very cool to see this explored further here! Of course, I pictured Blue Eyed Jack as looking a lot like Rippner in a cowboy hat, lol - very sexy!!! Like Zombiekitten said, the duality you have given him here is intriguing - makes me wonder what he's all about. CB for coming up with something completely different and original!! ;D More, please!!!!
