Post by alexyin on Feb 27, 2016 17:48:10 GMT -5
We open in a courtroom of all places as the judge sits looking across at Dinah "Might" O'Connell. The judge looks unimpressed at the psychotic blonde powerhouse. Whereas many who are having a day in court might choose to dress formally, Dinah stands in a Slayer shirt covered in vomit as she chews at some gum in her mouth.
Judge: Miss O'Connell, you stand here today accused of aggravated assault. How do you plead?
Dinah: Guilty, your honour.
Dinah holds up her hands and bows, staggering as she does so. Doubtlessly she's slightly hammered as she tends to be following her eleventh beer of the day. The judge seems both astonished and somewhat annoyed at Dinah's proud candour as he looks across at her.
Judge: Miss O'Connell, in all of my years on the bench, I've yet to have tried anyone with less regard for our judicial system. The very least you could've done was put on some clean clothes.
Dinah: You think I look bad!? You should see the slut I put in the hospital! She looks like a tomato with gums! I paid her a visit last night. At least her tear ducts still worked...and that wasn't the only thing that my little visit caused to leave her body, if you know what I mean. My only sympathy goes to the laundry room...
Judge: Enough! I must advise only the harshest possible sentence for your crimes, Miss O'Connell. You seem like a total unrepentant sociopath who seems to derive some kind of sadistic enjoyment from inflicting pain.
Dinah:...Yeah...that's about right.
Judge: I understand your sister is present.
Dana Machowski-O'Connell stands up. She's distinctly better turned-out than Dinah, but that's only because she's clean; wearing her usual black leather jacket and jeans.
Dana: Over here!
Judge: Miss O'Connell, I understand you're employed within this company on a work visa.
Dana: Yeah. I'm from New Zealand.
Judge: Well, your sister's illegal acts may one day result in you getting entangled and ultimately deported. I advise you discuss her life choices with her.
Dana: Will do. Di!
Dinah looks over to Dana.
Dana: You're getting sloppy! Some more bruising on the neck! If LAW knows you're going slack, they're gonna kick me out and there'll be no more bloodied Amer-
Judge: ENOUGH! Send the defendant down.
Some months later...
We cut to a jail somewhere. Dana is walking along the corridor flanked by a security guard. The man is a good six-foot-six and built like a monster, but he grows increasingly nervous as he keeps walking.
Guard: So you’re this girl’s sister?
Dana: Twin sister.
Guard: How’d you survive her?
Dana: I grew up on the other side of the world. It still wasn’t enough to keep her from wreaking destruction in my life.
Guard: You want me to send back up?
Dana: Nah…that won’t be necessary. Besides…if she starts on me, I can keep her down.
Guard: I don’t know. I’ve seen her send guys to the hospital.
Dana: Oh, that’s nothing. I’m pretty tough. Pretty good with a baseball bat.
Guard: Oh, you play baseball?
Dana: No.
Guard: Riiiiiiiiight. I’ll just pretend you do.
Dana: That’s smart.
The door to Dinah’s cell opens as Dana confidently struts in.
Dana: How’s life on the inside, sister?
Dinah walks up and punches Dana in the shoulder. It’s meant as a friendly tap, but would probably knock down a normal person.
Dinah: Oh, it sucks. They locked me up in solitary!
Dana: It was bound to happen some day.
Dinah: You knock one woman down some stairs and you end up isolated.
Dana: That’s all you did? Your standards are slipping.
Dinah: Oh, no. Not a set of stairs. A flight. Three stories. First time it was a push, then I kicked her down the next set. After that she stopped moving, so I just threw her.
Dana: *with no surprise in her voice whatsoever* Ah.
Dinah: Good to get out of there. I felt like I was in the cast of Orange Is The New Black or something. All those women checking me out in the shower. Felt like the LAW locker room too. But it looks like I’ll be here a few months. Any luck with getting jobs?
Dana: Well, I’ve got a match against Serai Daniela.
Dinah: Did their parents do meth? What name is Serai?
Dana: I don’t know. Maybe it’s Arabic or something.
Dinah: Well do me a favour. When you have this match, use that bat of yours and smash her mouth in so bad that when she says “Sarah”, it comes out as “Serai”.
Dana: Way ahead of ya. That’s exactly what I’ve got planned. Not to mention, where to put it after I’m done.
Dinah: Awwwww, my sister! You’re gonna make me cry! Just like when…
Dana: You’re going to tell me about the time you beat someone up, aren’t you?
Dinah: Well I did shatter this girl’s ankles. Weeping like a baby.
Dana: I love our little talks.
Dinah: Yeah, well don’t turn into Alice Yang or whatever that little Japanese hooker’s called.
Dana and Dinah hug as we fade to black.
Judge: Miss O'Connell, you stand here today accused of aggravated assault. How do you plead?
Dinah: Guilty, your honour.
Dinah holds up her hands and bows, staggering as she does so. Doubtlessly she's slightly hammered as she tends to be following her eleventh beer of the day. The judge seems both astonished and somewhat annoyed at Dinah's proud candour as he looks across at her.
Judge: Miss O'Connell, in all of my years on the bench, I've yet to have tried anyone with less regard for our judicial system. The very least you could've done was put on some clean clothes.
Dinah: You think I look bad!? You should see the slut I put in the hospital! She looks like a tomato with gums! I paid her a visit last night. At least her tear ducts still worked...and that wasn't the only thing that my little visit caused to leave her body, if you know what I mean. My only sympathy goes to the laundry room...
Judge: Enough! I must advise only the harshest possible sentence for your crimes, Miss O'Connell. You seem like a total unrepentant sociopath who seems to derive some kind of sadistic enjoyment from inflicting pain.
Dinah:...Yeah...that's about right.
Judge: I understand your sister is present.
Dana Machowski-O'Connell stands up. She's distinctly better turned-out than Dinah, but that's only because she's clean; wearing her usual black leather jacket and jeans.
Dana: Over here!
Judge: Miss O'Connell, I understand you're employed within this company on a work visa.
Dana: Yeah. I'm from New Zealand.
Judge: Well, your sister's illegal acts may one day result in you getting entangled and ultimately deported. I advise you discuss her life choices with her.
Dana: Will do. Di!
Dinah looks over to Dana.
Dana: You're getting sloppy! Some more bruising on the neck! If LAW knows you're going slack, they're gonna kick me out and there'll be no more bloodied Amer-
Judge: ENOUGH! Send the defendant down.
Some months later...
We cut to a jail somewhere. Dana is walking along the corridor flanked by a security guard. The man is a good six-foot-six and built like a monster, but he grows increasingly nervous as he keeps walking.
Guard: So you’re this girl’s sister?
Dana: Twin sister.
Guard: How’d you survive her?
Dana: I grew up on the other side of the world. It still wasn’t enough to keep her from wreaking destruction in my life.
Guard: You want me to send back up?
Dana: Nah…that won’t be necessary. Besides…if she starts on me, I can keep her down.
Guard: I don’t know. I’ve seen her send guys to the hospital.
Dana: Oh, that’s nothing. I’m pretty tough. Pretty good with a baseball bat.
Guard: Oh, you play baseball?
Dana: No.
Guard: Riiiiiiiiight. I’ll just pretend you do.
Dana: That’s smart.
The door to Dinah’s cell opens as Dana confidently struts in.
Dana: How’s life on the inside, sister?
Dinah walks up and punches Dana in the shoulder. It’s meant as a friendly tap, but would probably knock down a normal person.
Dinah: Oh, it sucks. They locked me up in solitary!
Dana: It was bound to happen some day.
Dinah: You knock one woman down some stairs and you end up isolated.
Dana: That’s all you did? Your standards are slipping.
Dinah: Oh, no. Not a set of stairs. A flight. Three stories. First time it was a push, then I kicked her down the next set. After that she stopped moving, so I just threw her.
Dana: *with no surprise in her voice whatsoever* Ah.
Dinah: Good to get out of there. I felt like I was in the cast of Orange Is The New Black or something. All those women checking me out in the shower. Felt like the LAW locker room too. But it looks like I’ll be here a few months. Any luck with getting jobs?
Dana: Well, I’ve got a match against Serai Daniela.
Dinah: Did their parents do meth? What name is Serai?
Dana: I don’t know. Maybe it’s Arabic or something.
Dinah: Well do me a favour. When you have this match, use that bat of yours and smash her mouth in so bad that when she says “Sarah”, it comes out as “Serai”.
Dana: Way ahead of ya. That’s exactly what I’ve got planned. Not to mention, where to put it after I’m done.
Dinah: Awwwww, my sister! You’re gonna make me cry! Just like when…
Dana: You’re going to tell me about the time you beat someone up, aren’t you?
Dinah: Well I did shatter this girl’s ankles. Weeping like a baby.
Dana: I love our little talks.
Dinah: Yeah, well don’t turn into Alice Yang or whatever that little Japanese hooker’s called.
Dana and Dinah hug as we fade to black.