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INT. TENT THAT DREAMS OF BEING A STUDIO APARTMENT
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.

Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.

Date: 2006-12-04 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
The first sound is crashing surf, crying gulls. The clink of glasses fades in slowly, along with low, humming conversation.

It's hot. Tropical. Like a sauna, except saunas don't have breezes that carry the scent of hibiscus and roasting meat to your nose like a taunt. There's a party, but you're not invited.

But it's a luau. Everyone's invited.

Lahaina Beach sparkles in the sun. The Lahaina Broiler's nonexistent walls and nonexistent clocks tell its patrons that it's half past Happy Hour so drink up, the view's fine.

Tequila sloshes into two glasses, and Bernard lifts his, his black-on-black Hawaiian print buttondown catching the dim bar light. When he speaks, he slurs just a bit.

"You're a fuckin' asshole, did you know?"

Date: 2006-12-04 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard rolls his eyes and pours the tequila into his lazy crack of a grin. "You cheated. I saw it."

He'd been cheating, too. But he's not a ninja.

Date: 2006-12-04 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Fuck you," Bernard slurs, fumbling to light a cigarette, except the cigarette is thick, and long, and it could almost pass as a cigar, except when it lights you can see that it's not, it's not, it's not a cigar at all.

It has a wick.

Date: 2006-12-04 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Oh please," Bernard scoffs, waving his lit dynamite around, the fizzing wick flipping through the air like a dying eel. "Everybody knows that macho types hit each other and complain and fight because they wanna fuck each other. 'S like. Narrative law."

Date: 2006-12-04 08:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Incredulity!

"Whaddaya mean, you don't fuck?! Everybody fucks! Fucking is why we're on this earth!"

Bernard looks at Raph like he's the goddamn moon man and smokes his big cylindrical boomstick, until he notices that he's not getting any nicotine out of it. Then he looks at it, takes an actual cigarette out of a pack of Camels, lights that off the wick, then sticks the burning wick in his mouth and pulls it out of the dynamite with his teeth.

"Doethn't fuck. Jethuth," he mutters around a burnt tongue.

Date: 2006-12-04 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Excuthe me?" Bernard retorts, offended. "Did you jutht call me a monkey?"

Date: 2006-12-04 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
A large gold medal flies through the air and hits Bernard in the head. He catches it before it falls to the ground.

"Ow."

Then he unwraps it and takes a bite. "Want some? 'S dark chocolate. The good stuff."

Date: 2006-12-04 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Nah, it's broccoli infused, I think," Bernard replies, staring at Raph's arm. "Lookin' slightly gangrenous there, did you know?"

Date: 2006-12-04 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Hey." Bernard's demeanor changes, turns almost hurt. "Sorry. If I thought you'd get mad I wouldn't have said it."

Date: 2006-12-04 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard was a little. Little fuzzy, there, for a little while. He sits up straight, his cheeks paling, and looks around.

He's never been to Lahaina. It's nowhere he's been before. Unfamiliar territory.

Something's.

Wrong. Just.

The growling is louder.

"Raph," Bernard rasps, suddenly terrified to an unreasonable degree. "We need you to come home now. Please listen."

Date: 2006-12-04 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard is frozen, his eyes wide.

He's prey.

He's been prey before.

And he doesn't have the cover of darkness to conceal him.

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