Temca Academy II, Part 6

INT. JOSHUA AND GEORGE’S ROOM. NIGHT.

George is sitting on his bed with ebbed attention to BLANCHE (long, light brown hair, moon shaped glasses, and a pale, frail body).

BLANCHE:
My uncle’s hazelnut isn’t very good,
but I quite like my mother’s hazelnut.
Yellow nut is quite tasty, though I can
only drink it in small doses…

Toci and Anielle enter and look at George quizzically. When he finally notices them, he bolts off his bed, relieved.

GEORGE:
Hole-la guys!

TOCI:
You’re saying it wrong.

GEORGE:
That’s how it’s spelled. Wait,
do you pronounce it hollah?

ANIELLE:
Hola, George. Sorry to interrupt such,
uh, stirring conversation.

Blanche gets up and goes over to them.

BLANCHE:
I’m Blanche. He asked me up for coffee,
and I was telling him which kinds I like.

GEORGE:
You’re bats! What planet are you from
where you think a guy inviting you up
for coffee actually wants to give you
coffee? You are the most boring person
I’ve ever met! I thought you might’ve
been one of those scholars that’s a closet
freak, but no! I’m going to kill that Adam
guy for setting us up!

TOCI:
(to Blanche)
What he’s trying to say is that he
thinks you should just stay friends.

BLANCHE:
Okay. I can always use more friends!
Bye guys!

Blanche leaves. Anielle starts rumaging through Joshua’s desk. She finds the folder.

ANIELLE:
Let’s see…Deirdre Lenon, age twenty two,
found dead on a dirt road. Cause of death,
heart stopping spell. That’s it? That’s all
the regular crime solvers bothered to put?

GEORGE:
It’s a crummy system, but what are we
supposed-

ANIELLE:
I just have to figure out where Joshua
would’ve gone to solve this crime. Tomorrow
after work I’ll go down to Sepia Street and
ask around.

TOCI:
I’d go with you, but I have an oyseter
dinner with Chad.

GEORGE:
I’ll go with you.

TOCI:
Just don’t try to speak or act Hispanic
there. You don’t wanna piss anyone off.

GEORGE:
Why would they get mad? I speak
ess-pag-noll bu-eh-no!

ANIELLE:
Just let me do the talking, pendejo.

Toci busts out laughing. George laughs too but he does not know why.

INT. DRAGON HEART SHOES. LATE AFTERNOON.

The floor is covered with various shoes. A young woman (LINDA) tries on a pair of heels and thinks about it. Anielle looks bored to death.

LINDA:
Okay, I like these. I’m going to
come back Wednesday to get them.

Linda leaves.

ANIELLE:
Great! I’m so glad I stayed twenty
minutes after my shift for that!

CIRCE:
That’s right! Keep up that positive
attitude!

Anielle rolls her eyes. They bring out their scepters and clean up the shoes.

ANIELLE:
Alright, I’m leaving.

CIRCE:
Wait! Before you go, take this!

She hands her a coupon with Madame Fate’s eyes and moving lighting in the background.

CIRCE:
You get twenty percent off
with this coupon!

ANIELLE:
Goody.

Anielle stashes the coupon in her pocket.

ANIELLE:
See you, batty!

CIRCE:
Betty? I’m Circe!

Anielle rolls her eyes again and leaves.

EXT. SEPIA STREET. EARLY EVENING.

The street has a almost decayed look. Scantily dressed women and sloppily dressed men roam the street. Anielle and George stand out and get a few stares. They arrive at a pile of rubble that once could have been a house or store. There is a lot of ashy dirt and hardware.

ANIELLE:
This is where Deirdre’s body was discovered.
A peace officer spotted her, they did a quick
autopsy, and it turns out she was hit with a
heart stopping spell. It’s a common signature
of pimps, so they assumed the same for her and
moved on.

GEORGE:
(looking at the file)
She looks so sad. No one reported her
missing either. Did she have a family? or
friends?

DEEJAY (a ghetto man) is passing by and hears Anielle say that.

DEEJAY:
You’re looking for Deirdre’s friend?
Hey, Meretrice!

MERETRICE (OS):
What?

DEEJAY:
Come ‘ere!

MERETRICE (OS):
I told you, Deejay, I don’t work
for free!

DEEJAY:
No, some people are looking for you.
(to Anielle and George)
She’s coming. Peace out!

Deejay leaves. MERETRICE (tall, skinny, crimped strawberry blonde hair, slutty clothes) comes over to see what Deejay was talking about. She sees Anielle and George and gets scared.

MERETRICE:
You’re with the Bureau of Magic, aren’t
you? Well, whatever you have on me
is a lie!

ANIELLE:
We’re not with the B.O.M. or the P.O.’s.
My boyfriend, Joshua, was investigating
Deirdre’s murder and now he’s missing.

MERETRICE:
He’s missing? That’s too bad. He was
he only P.O. that acted like he gave a
damn about what happened to us.

GEORGE:
So, what happened to your friend?

MERETRICE:
No idea. I was working on a…book…

ANIELLE:
Seriously, we’re not peace officers. My
boyfriend’s captain isn’t going to spend a
lot of time looking for this killer, and I won’t
find him til I find the killer. So, be honest,
before you were working on your “book,”
did you notice anything weird?

MERETRICE:
Not really. Except the eyes.

GEORGE:
Whose eyes?

MERETRICE:
I don’t know. When we were growing up,
Deirdre and I always felt like there was
an evil eye watching us. Like, the eyes
would make bad things happen to us. I
never see them, but I felt like they were
always there, just waiting to strike. But
what’s weird is when Deirdre died, they
went away.

ANIELLE:
So, do you think someone was plotting
to kill Deirdre?

MERETRICE:
Maybe. Deirdre and I always looked like
sisters, so maybe they couldn’t tell us apart.
It could’ve been me they were after. We’ve
felt these eyes since we were kids. A lot of
people wanna hurt us in this line of work, but
who’d wanna hurt a baby?

GEORGE:
Does someone have something against
your family?

MERETRICE:
I don’t have a family. I was abandoned
as a baby and lived in foster homes til I
was twelve. That’s when Deirdre and I
started turning tricks.

ANIELLE:
That’s so sad!

MERETRICE:
Why? I love sex! It makes me feel good cuz
it’s what my talent is. I’d do it for free, but if
I’m gonna do it and get paid for it, then why
not? I make men feel good. Sometimes women.
Sometimes couples. I’ve thought about going to
college, you know, to be a masseuse, but now I
have too many clients to just leave them. Sex is
more than just fiddling around with your privates;
it frees the soul to animal instincts. And it makes
you sick less, so I view myself as a healer. Don’t
feel sorry for me!

She starts coughing and hacking for a minute.

GEORGE:
What happened to preventing illness?

MERETRICE:
Okay, so occasionally it creates a few
diseases. I have metabulish.

ANIELLE:
Oh gross!
(to George)
It starts off as a rash in your genitals,
but it creates outbursts of fluids, like
hacking up mucus or worse, gushing
blood. Things like that.

MERETRICE:
Men say I’m worth it.

ANIELLE:
Right. So, you don’t think a pimp
did this? The murder, not the disease.

MERETRICE:
We don’t have pimps.

ANIELLE:
Did she talk about her last client?

MERETRICE:
Some bald dude flagged us down, so
Deirdre went to go see him. I followed this
rich executive to do him. Stayed all night.
Made five thousand pieces.

GEORGE:
So, did this bald guy wear a long, brown
robe and talk about his plans outloud?

Meretrice nods but eyes a potential customer.

ANIELLE:
Here’s my card if you need to
contact me with more information.

Meretrice takes the card and leaves.

GEORGE:
Ha ha, Babelsama can’t get laid on his
own, so he has to hire a hooker!

ANIELLE:
No, he was probably the “eyes” trying
to kill her. Someone wanted Meretrice
dead. But why would Babelsama care
about her?

GEORGE:
Maybe he got paid for it.

ANIELLE:
But he likes to be a leader. He has a
partner, and I bet it’s Madame Fate!

GEORGE:
She hasn’t done anything wrong though!

ANIELLE:
Well, now we know Babelsama did it, and
he probably caught Joshua here and kidnapped
him. We’ve gotta get out of here!

GEORGE:
We should convince Meretrice to go
into hiding too.

Before Anielle can respond, a couple of guys eye her.

ANIELLE:
Let’s go before I gotta hex someone!

They leave.

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