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11-06-2003, 04:54 AM
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Crazy
Location: I'm standing right behind you...
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Tilted Theatre #1
I hate the ending I wrote for this... any suggestions for something better than what it is, or them splitting?
-+ Ivy +- SOME LIKE IT SADO-MASOCHISTIC By Poyzun_Ivy (credited with real name on webpage) Copyright 2003 VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: 8:30. VICKY: Fuck… DAVYN: What? VICKY: It's like time's standing still… the night's never gonna end. DAVYN: Huh… (pause) VICKY: Stop that. DAVYN: Stop what? VICKY: That! DAVYN: I have no idea what you're talking abou- VICKY: That thing you're doing. That 'click' thing… you do it all the time, you're driving me nuts! DAVYN: Sorry, I just do it, okay? VICKY: Well quit it! DAVYN: I'll try. (pause) VICKY: You're doing it again! DAVYN: Jesus! I'm sorry… you have nervous habits too, you know. VICKY: Bullshit!… like what? DAVYN: You bite your nails. VICKY: So? DAVYN: You jiggle your legs while you're sitting. VICKY: Your poi- DAVYN: You play with your hair, you grit your teeth, you make weird niffing noises in your sleep… VICKY: You know what? Fuck you. DAVYN: Fuck you! (pause) VICKY: You know, no one's making you stay here. You can just leave whenever the hell you want. DAVYN: Is that a hint? VICKY: No, motherfucker, it's a requst. DAVYN: Fine. (DAVYN starts to leave) VICKY: Wait… shit… DAVYN: What? VICKY: I… don't leave? DAVYN: What the… you just told me to get out! VICKY: I know, but… damnit, don't leave. DAVYN: Why? VICKY: What do you mean 'why'? I'm asking you not to leave. DAVYN: You just fucking told me to get out, and now you're fucking begging me not to leave?? VICKY: Please? DAVYN: For chrissakes… (DAVYN sits down, facing away from VICKY) (pause) VICKY: You're doing it again… DAVYN: For fuck's sake, will you quit BITCHING? VICKY: I'm sorry, it's just… annoying. DAVYN: Well ignore it. VICKY: I can't, I tried. DAVYN: Then I'm leaving. VICKY: No! Don't… please don't go. DAVYN: Well why the hell not? VICKY: Just… just because, alright? DAVYN: Fine… but no bitching about the clicking? VICKY: No bitching. (pause) VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: 8:40 VICKY: Only 8:40?! DAVYN: Only 8:40 VICKY: Jesus… (pause) VICKY: How long have we been together? DAVYN: What? VICKY: How long have we been together? Dating, I mean… DAVYN: A few months, I guess… VICKY: A few MONTHS? DAVYN: Well, yeah, something like that… VICKY: 23 months, 29 days! DAVYN: Jesus christ, that long? VICKY: Yes, 'that long'… DAVYN: Well fuck… I'm sorry… VICKY: Time really flies, doesn't it? DAVYN: Mmhmm… (pause) VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: You just asked me… VICKY: I know, but I'm asking again. DAVYN: 8:43 VICKY: Oh god… DAVYN: Well what did you expect? VICKY: I guess… well… not much later than that… DAVYN: So are you gonna keep asking me every three minutes? VICKY: No, I just… I want it to be tomorrow. DAVYN: What's so special about tomorrow. VICKY: Nothing. DAVYN: Then why do you WANT it to be tomorrow? VICKY: Look you sonofabitch, if you have to ask you'll never know. DAVYN: Fine. (pause) VICKY: What- DAVYN: 8:46, for god's sake, do you have to keep asking me every fucking second? VICKY: I wasn't going to ask what time it was, you fucking bastard! (VICKY starts to get up to go into a back room) DAVYN: Oh god, fuck… baby? Baby, I'm sorry… I'm sorry, okay? VICKY: Goddamnit, just leave me alone. DAVYN: No… baby… I'm sorry… I shouldn'ta yelled at you, okay? VICKY: I said leave me alone! Get out! Just fucking leave me alone! DAVYN: Fine, fine, I'm going… fuck… VICKY: Wait… DAVYN: What? What now? VICKY: Forget it… just go… DAVYN: Fuck you. VICKY: Yeah? Well up yours! (DAVYN starts to leave, stops) DAVYN: What are we doing? VICKY: What? DAVYN: I said what the fuck are we DOING? We have no reason to be like this. VICKY: You pissed me off, isn't that enough reason? DAVYN: Well, no. You've got no reason to BE pissed off. VICKY: I do. DAVYN: What is it? VICKY: None of your business. DAVYN: What the fuck. VICKY: What's your problem? DAVYN: You're doing that again. VICKY: Doing WHAT? DAVYN: One of those annoying girl things. VICKY: Annoying girl things, huh? DAVYN: Yeah, what the hell crawled up YOUR crotch this month? VICKY: Oh FUCK YOU!! Haven't I TOLD YOU to GET OUT?? DAVYN: Yeah, and I'm not going. VICKY: Get out. DAVYN: Nope. VICKY: Get out. DAVYN: Fuck you. VICKY: GET OUT. DAVYN: You might as well quit screaming, I'm not leaving. VICKY: I'm calling the police. DAVYN: For what? VICKY: To have them get rid of you. DAVYN: It's OUR apartment. They can't just throw me out. VICKY: I'll tell them you've been hitting me. DAVYN: Bullshit, you have no marks. VICKY: I'll make some. DAVYN: How? VICKY: With a curling iron. DAVYN: Oh, so I've been beating you with the curling iron? VICKY: Exactly. DAVYN: You realize the cord is only three feet long? VICKY: So? You held me down. DAVYN: You're ridiculous. VICKY: I'm clever. DAVYN: You're psychotic. VICKY: Fuck you. (pause) DAVYN: Well? VICKY: What. DAVYN: Aren't you going to call the police? VICKY: No. DAVYN: But I'm hitting you with the curling iron!! VICKY: Oh fuck off. (pause) VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: 9:01 VICKY: Time flies when you're having fun. DAVYN: No shit. (pause) VICKY: So are you leaving or not? DAVYN: No. VICKY: Fuck you. DAVYN: You too. VICKY: Why are you doing this to me? DAVYN: I'm not doing anything. VICKY: You're not leaving. DAVYN: Right. VICKY: I want you to go. DAVYN: No you don't. VICKY: I do. DAVYN: You're full of shit. VICKY: Well how the fuck do you know? DAVYN: Because I KNOW you. VICKY: Oh do you? DAVYN: Yes. VICKY: Prove it. DAVYN: What the fuck do you mean 'prove it'? VICKY: Exactly what I said. Prove how well you 'know me'. DAVYN: You coo when you snore. VICKY: What?! DAVYN: You COO when you SNORE. Like a cartoon character or something… it's cute. VICKY: I coo? DAVYN: Yeah… sometimes at night I wake up and watch you sleep. You're very peaceful… beautiful. VICKY: You do? DAVYN: Like I said, sometimes. VICKY: That's… that's sweet… DAVYN: And every now and then you have this little half- smile on your face and you look so happy… VICKY: Davyn? DAVYN: What? VICKY: Shut up. DAVYN: What?! VICKY: Just… be quiet… what time is it? DAVYN: Who cares? VICKY: Me. What time is it?? DAVYN: That time. VICKY: Oh fuck you, just tell me. DAVYN: No. VICKY: Well fine. I'll check myself. (VICKY leaves the room to find a clock) DAVYN: (mimicking) Fiiine, I'll check myseeelllf. VICKY: (offstage) I heard that! DAVYN: I know. VICKY: (coming back into the room) It's 9:07, so there. DAVYN: (again, mimicking) So theeere! VICKY: Fuck you. DAVYN: You know you love me. VICKY: So? DAVYN: You love me, no matter just how bitchy you are. VICKY: You're a bastard. (pause) VICKY: Maybe I don't. DAVYN: Don't what? VICKY: Maybe I don't love you. DAVYN: Sure you don't. VICKY: Well what if I didn't. DAVYN: Impossible. VICKY: Bullshit. (pause) DAVYN: So… VICKY: So? DAVYN: Do you? VICKY: Do I what? DAVYN: Love me. VICKY: No. DAVYN: You're lying. VICKY: I'm not. DAVYN: You are. You're a lying little bitch! VICKY: Fuck you. DAVYN: Do you love me? VICKY: Leave me alone. DAVYN: Do you love me? VICKY: Fuck off!! DAVYN: Do you love me?! VICKY: Yes, you fucking sonofabitchbastard, I love you. DAVYN: Good. (pause) DAVYN: I love you too. VICKY: Oh fuck you… fuck you fuck you fuck you. DAVYN: Like I said, I love you too. VICKY: You're such an asshole. DAVYN: And you love me for it. VICKY: Fucker. DAVYN: (sing-song) You love me, you love me, you love me love me looove me. VICKY: Someday I won't. DAVYN: Maybe. But right now you do. VICKY: Tomorrow I might not. DAVYN: Yeah, but I doubt it. VICKY: You're a jackass. DAVYN: I love you. VICKY: Fuck that. (pause) VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: 9:16 VICKY: Wow… we should argue more often. DAVYN: What, you enjoy it? VICKY: Sure. It sorta turns me on. DAVYN: You're shitting me. VICKY: No, really… it's sort of sexy when you're commanding. DAVYN: Oh really? VICKY: Mmhmm… c'mere, big boy. (VICKY grabs DAVYN. They start kissing. As it gets heated, she throws him off.) DAVYN: What the fuck?! VICKY: You're so gullable. DAVYN: You can't play that way. VICKY: Why the hell not? DAVYN: You're gonna end up blue-balling me. VICKY: So? DAVYN: Bitch. VICKY: But you love me for it. DAVYN: You're still a bitch. VICKY: You say it like its a bad thing. (pause) VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: Will you fucking cut that out? VICKY: No… now I'm doing it just to piss you off. You know how I am, remember? DAVYN: Oh yeah, I know… 9:18-- VICKY: What's that supposed to mean? DAVYN: 9:18? Nine-eighteen pm, Forty-two minutes until 10 o'clock at night. 21:18… VICKY: No, fucker. What do you mean 'you know'? DAVYN: Well I've been screwing you for long enough, I should hope I know. VICKY: Asshole. DAVYN: Yes I am. (pause) VICKY: You know, I don't think I'd mind if you just got the fuck out now. DAVYN: Then I will. VICKY: Good. DAVYN: Gonna call the police, too? VICKY: I might. DAVYN: Maybe I should just wait for them. Switch it on you and tell them YOU were hitting ME with the curling iron. VICKY: Hey, how about I actually do it so you don't have to lie? DAVYN: Oh baby, hurt me, you know how I like it. VICKY: Fuck off. DAVYN: Beat me! Whip me! Hit me, hit me! VICKY: Augh! Go away! DAVYN: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but WHIPS AND CHAINS EXCITE ME! VICKY: FUCK YOU! (again they 'jump' each other and start kissing - DAVYN pushes VICKY away) VICKY: Fuck! DAVYN: Not now, I'm not in the mood. VICKY: Asshole… why are we so dysfunctional? DAVYN: Are you complaining? VICKY: No! I mean, yes! Oh, fuck you. What time is it? DAVYN: 9:25 VICKY: Fuck. (flops into chair) (pause) VICKY: I hate you. DAVYN: You do not. VICKY: I do. I hate you. DAVYN: You hate to love me. VICKY: I love to hate you. DAVYN: Oh no. You love the idea of hating me, but you hate it because you love me instead. VICKY: Fucker. (DAVYN laughs) VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: It's that time. VICKY: What? DAVYN: It's THAT time. VICKY: That time. DAVYN: Yes. VICKY: Does that mean you can LEAVE now? DAVYN: If that's what you want. VICKY: Yes. Go. DAVYN: Are you sure? VICKY: Yes. DAVYN: Are you REALLY sure? VICKY: Fuck you, yes! DAVYN: Alright, then I'm leaving. VICKY: Good, good riddance. DAVYN: When can I come pick up my things? VICKY: What? DAVYN: So I can move out, when can I come get my things? VICKY: But-- DAVYN: But what? VICKY: I don't… you don't have to move out… DAVYN: You told me to get out. VICKY: I just meant for now… you don't need to go overboard. (pause) DAVYN: Well maybe I want to leave. VICKY: Fine. I can't stop you. DAVYN: Then I'll pick my things up tomorrow. VICKY: Fine. DAVYN: Fine. (pause) VICKY: You don't actually want to leave me like this, do you? DAVYN: Maybe I do. (pause) DAVYN: Do you want me to-- VICKY: No. (pause) VICKY: Davyn? DAVYN: Yeah? VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: Oh god… VICKY: Just tell me? DAVYN: 9:35 VICKY: Thanks. (pause) DAVYN: Would you actually call the cops on me? VICKY: Probably not… DAVYN: Why? VICKY: Because I-- DAVYN: You love me. VICKY: I did NOT say that! DAVYN: You were going to. VICKY: How do you know? DAVYN: Because I do. VICKY: Fuck you. DAVYN: Is that a request or a command? VICKY: You're a bastard. DAVYN: How'd you know? VICKY: Your mom told me. DAVYN: Bitch. (pause) VICKY: Why am I a bitch? DAVYN: You tell me. VICKY: No, why am I a bitch if you're the one being an asshole? DAVYN: I'm only an asshole to counter you being a bitch. VICKY: Oh bullshit. DAVYN: Baby, why are we fighting? VICKY: Don't start that shit again. It's because you're being an ass! DAVYN: Fuck you, baby. VICKY: Fuck you too. (pause) DAVYN: Was it good? VICKY: What? DAVYN: The fuck you just got. Was it good? VICKY: Your fucks are always lousy. DAVYN: See, you ARE a bitch. (pause) VICKY: What time-- DAVYN: Fuck off. VICKY: Get out. DAVYN: No. VICKY: And why the fuck not? DAVYN: Because I'm going to stay here JUST to make you miserable. VICKY: I said get out. DAVYN: I said no. VICKY: Fuck you. DAVYN: Fuck you! (they start kissing again - VICKY shoves DAVYN off) VICKY: I'm not letting you start that shit again. DAVYN: Cocktease! VICKY: Motherfucker! DAVYN: Slut! VICKY: Asshole! (they start kissing, again VICKY shoves DAVYN away) VICKY: Fuck this, no! DAVYN: What?? VICKY: I'm not gonna let it end like this. Not again! DAVYN: Why not, it's a fund end to an argument… I think the best sex we've ever had comes from shit like this. VICKY: Fuck you. (pause) VICKY: What time is it? DAVYN: No. VICKY: Just tell me, what time is it? DAVYN: No, bitch. VICKY: Fuck off, what TIME IS IT? DAVYN: Will you marry me? (beat) VICKY: What? DAVYN: (pause, quieter) I was going to wait until tomorrow… our anniversary and all… VICKY: I thought you forgot-- DAVYN: Because you're a bitch, no will you marry me? (beat) VICKY: No. DAVYN: NO?! VICKY: No. DAVYN: Why the hell not? VICKY: You're not doing it right. DAVYN: Fuck you. (pause) VICKY: Well? DAVYN: Well what? VICKY: I'm waiting. DAVYN: I'm not going to humor you, Vicky. VICKY: Fine… get out. (DAVYN stands up, starts to head out the door, turns back, goes to VICKY, kneels, and pulls a ringbox from his pocket.) DAVYN: Vicky… will you marry me? VICKY: You're such an asshole… oh god… yes… fuck you… yes! <the embrace, kiss, blackout> |
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11-06-2003, 05:27 AM
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Junkie
Location: Utah
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The bad thing is, is this is reality. Very good writing, I don't know if I would change it. The best thing in life would be for them to split up for good, or get some kind of counseling, but in reality, this is how it usally is, and it just gets worse. You decide if you want it to change.
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