Post by iphy on Jan 23, 2018 21:01:08 GMT -5
On Camera
Cut to a random hallway, Iphy is leant against a wall. She clacks away on the keyboard of her cell phone, her eyes growing wide with worry.
Iphy: Oh gods, no. Oh my, this won't work Mr. Bishop!
Jason Bishop stands across from his client, a look of pure confusion is noticeably etched onto his face. He bows his head a moment, gives a slight shake, and sighs.
Jase: Iphy, I keep telling you, that's a different person.
Iphy scrunches up her nose, and makes eye contact with Jase. She wants to believe him, but she just can't bring herself to do it.
Iphy: But Mr. Bishop, I don't want to fight a zombie! And Google says, look, right here DIED two thousand thirteen!
Jason: No, that, look just trust me, and not Google on this one, ok?
Iphy fidgets, and instinctively bites her lower lip. She glances at her phone, then at Jase. Iphy then walks to Jase, and gives him a hug. Jase pats her on the back, and reassures her she'll be ok.
Iphy: Thanks Mr. Bishop, if you're sure Night Stalker isn't a zombie serial killer, I suppose I'll try my bestest to believe you. But, just in case, I think we need some garlic, or a cross, or something like that.
Jase starts to say something, but stops himself. He takes a moment, but just decides to tell her straight.
Jase: Iphigenia, that's for vampires. Not for zombies, and even if it were for zombies, we wouldn't need it. Night Stalker ks just a man, just relax.
The Iphster raises an eyebrow, and quickly throws out a pinky, she doesn't even have to say the words. Jase knows exactly what she wants, he locks pinkies with his client, and cracks a goofy smile.
Jase: Got nothing to worry about Iphy, pinky swear. Let's go get you ready for that match.
Iphy shrugs, and she skips down the hall, as Jase casually follows behind her.
Cut to a random hallway, Iphy is leant against a wall. She clacks away on the keyboard of her cell phone, her eyes growing wide with worry.
Iphy: Oh gods, no. Oh my, this won't work Mr. Bishop!
Jason Bishop stands across from his client, a look of pure confusion is noticeably etched onto his face. He bows his head a moment, gives a slight shake, and sighs.
Jase: Iphy, I keep telling you, that's a different person.
Iphy scrunches up her nose, and makes eye contact with Jase. She wants to believe him, but she just can't bring herself to do it.
Iphy: But Mr. Bishop, I don't want to fight a zombie! And Google says, look, right here DIED two thousand thirteen!
Jason: No, that, look just trust me, and not Google on this one, ok?
Iphy fidgets, and instinctively bites her lower lip. She glances at her phone, then at Jase. Iphy then walks to Jase, and gives him a hug. Jase pats her on the back, and reassures her she'll be ok.
Iphy: Thanks Mr. Bishop, if you're sure Night Stalker isn't a zombie serial killer, I suppose I'll try my bestest to believe you. But, just in case, I think we need some garlic, or a cross, or something like that.
Jase starts to say something, but stops himself. He takes a moment, but just decides to tell her straight.
Jase: Iphigenia, that's for vampires. Not for zombies, and even if it were for zombies, we wouldn't need it. Night Stalker ks just a man, just relax.
The Iphster raises an eyebrow, and quickly throws out a pinky, she doesn't even have to say the words. Jase knows exactly what she wants, he locks pinkies with his client, and cracks a goofy smile.
Jase: Got nothing to worry about Iphy, pinky swear. Let's go get you ready for that match.
Iphy shrugs, and she skips down the hall, as Jase casually follows behind her.