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Ext. Streets of Tokyo Japan - Night
A fair skinned woman with white hair stands above her foes. She is wearing a complex military garb straight out of the ones you see in those superhero flicks. She looks smug. Looks like the kind of girl who could walk into a bar and leave with more than what she came in with. Her name is ALTAIR, and she's ready rid the world that so generously brought her to life. Another girl, red; clad in what could only be described behind the closed doors of a 2 star motel, struggles to get on her feet.
ALTAIR Stay down. Your efforts are futile.
As the dame in red attempts to speak, she suddenly feels the world fade to black. Black and white, actually. ALTAIR turns around and sees a man.
He is clad in a white-collared shirt, with his trademark trilby hat topped on his head. We can see his shoulder-strapped holster; it carries a .44 magnum. A bent cigarette rests between his lips.
His name is MURPHY, and he is ready to give anyone a taste of the law. He is crude, but cool — with the sort of attitude your pa would detest, yet respect.
MURPHY Listen here Miss, there ain't gonna be no world breaking while I'm around. The world you may have came from might be fiction, but the heat I'm packin' is very, very, real.
Base versions for both. Speed equalized. Win via SBA.
Ext. Streets of Tokyo Japan - Night
A fair skinned woman with white hair stands above her foes. She is wearing a complex military garb straight out of the ones you see in those superhero flicks. She looks smug. Looks like the kind of girl who could walk into a bar and leave with more than what she came in with. Her name is ALTAIR, and she's ready rid the world that so generously brought her to life. Another girl, red; clad in what could only be described behind the closed doors of a 2 star motel, struggles to get on her feet.
ALTAIR Stay down. Your efforts are futile.
As the dame in red attempts to speak, she suddenly feels the world fade to black. Black and white, actually. ALTAIR turns around and sees a man.
He is clad in a white-collared shirt, with his trademark trilby hat topped on his head. We can see his shoulder-strapped holster; it carries a .44 magnum. A bent cigarette rests between his lips.
His name is MURPHY, and he is ready to give anyone a taste of the law. He is crude, but cool — with the sort of attitude your pa would detest, yet respect.
MURPHY Listen here Miss, there ain't gonna be no world breaking while I'm around. The world you may have came from might be fiction, but the heat I'm packin' is very, very, real.
Base versions for both. Speed equalized. Win via SBA.
