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themainframe2013-08-28 11:14 am
bigsoftie) wrote in themainframe2013-08-28 11:14 am
Video; Memory Leak
[Leatherhead's D-Terminal starts flickering to life, beyond Leatherhead's current knowledge.]
[The scene starts out in a dank sewer, lit by someplace obviously inhabited. It’s not clear whose viewpoint it is yet, but in the unknown person’s vision is something not seen in a sewer everyday: four humanoid turtles of different builds in brightly colored masks. The smallest one, wearing an orange mask, crouches right next to the viewer, reassuring him. The viewer’s heavy breaths can be heard.]
My brothers just wanna ask you some questions. Do you think you can handle that?
Yes...
Okay... [He turns to his brothers, obviously nervous about the presence of the viewer.] Now, what is it you guys wanted to ask?
[Two of the brothers make way for the tallest one, a purple-clad turtle with a fearful expression on his face.]
We just want to know...what this is.
[He holds up a small glass tube with a shard of glowing purple energy. It is obvious the object is made from alien technology. In an instant everything in the viewer’s vision turns into a shade of red. A giant reptilian hand, covered in wrappings, violently grasps the turtles face.]
THIEF!
AW COME ON!
[The viewer hoists up the turtle, rising. He delivers a roar, harsh and thunderous, putting the other three turtles on the defensive. Two of the turtles, the red and the blue one, charge the reptile, weapons drawn. The first one is repelled. The red one attempts to leap at him with his sais drawn, only to be thrown back to the floor along with his taller brother. The object is dropped to the floor. Seeing his opportunity the viewer races towards the object, only for it to get kicked away. He chases after it, beset by the red turtle once again. With the artifact in the turtle’s hands, the viewer’s vision begins spinning. It becomes clear that he is attempting to roll over the turtle with his sheer body mass. The turtle pinned, he begins rolling with a greater intensity, obviously intent on killing him. Blue and purple-masked turtles tackle him, to which the other responds by whipping the blue one away with his tail and snapping at the purple-masked one. The smallest and youngest turtle calls out behind him, the artifact in his hand.]
Leatherhead, relax! It’s okay!
[But his pleas fall on deaf ears. The alligator swipes the artifact from his hand. Once he does, the orange one tugs at his arm.]
Put that down!
[The viewer, who is obviously Leatherhead, tosses the orange turtle straight into a wall. By the way he roars at the turtle, it is clear he means harm. Behind him a mature voice calls out.]
Stop!
[A humanoid rat, dressed in robes with a austere expression, stands behind him.] Get away from my sons!
[Leatherhead roars, charging and hurling himself with the intent to crush the rat. The rat expertly dodges the attack. He whips his tail, only to be rebuffed by the slight of Splinter’s hand and hurled straight into the wall. Leatherhead, growling, moves to another vicious attack, each of his punches hitting air every time. The rat’s fine-tuned ballet of martial arts contrasts the sheer raw brutality of the alligator’s. In one expert move, the rat grabs Leatherhead by the finger, tossing him back and forth as easily as Leatherhead tossed the turtles, which the alligator tries to fight off by snapping at the rat. The fight ends once the other combatant tosses him aside.]
Leave this place! Out!
[This time the alligator seems to listen, grabbing the artifact he wanted and stomping out of the lair, an animal cry of rage filling the air.]
[The feed returns to the Leatherhead in terminal Tokyo. In an act of desperation, he beats the D-Terminal his fists, shaking it every now and then.]
Turn off turn off turn off TURN OFF!!!
[He was doing so well, too and then...that had to rear its ugly face. This was the first in a long time his eyes have gone partially white. Just like in the feed, he rips loose a terrible cry of anger before slamming it off.]
[The scene starts out in a dank sewer, lit by someplace obviously inhabited. It’s not clear whose viewpoint it is yet, but in the unknown person’s vision is something not seen in a sewer everyday: four humanoid turtles of different builds in brightly colored masks. The smallest one, wearing an orange mask, crouches right next to the viewer, reassuring him. The viewer’s heavy breaths can be heard.]
My brothers just wanna ask you some questions. Do you think you can handle that?
Yes...
Okay... [He turns to his brothers, obviously nervous about the presence of the viewer.] Now, what is it you guys wanted to ask?
[Two of the brothers make way for the tallest one, a purple-clad turtle with a fearful expression on his face.]
We just want to know...what this is.
[He holds up a small glass tube with a shard of glowing purple energy. It is obvious the object is made from alien technology. In an instant everything in the viewer’s vision turns into a shade of red. A giant reptilian hand, covered in wrappings, violently grasps the turtles face.]
THIEF!
AW COME ON!
[The viewer hoists up the turtle, rising. He delivers a roar, harsh and thunderous, putting the other three turtles on the defensive. Two of the turtles, the red and the blue one, charge the reptile, weapons drawn. The first one is repelled. The red one attempts to leap at him with his sais drawn, only to be thrown back to the floor along with his taller brother. The object is dropped to the floor. Seeing his opportunity the viewer races towards the object, only for it to get kicked away. He chases after it, beset by the red turtle once again. With the artifact in the turtle’s hands, the viewer’s vision begins spinning. It becomes clear that he is attempting to roll over the turtle with his sheer body mass. The turtle pinned, he begins rolling with a greater intensity, obviously intent on killing him. Blue and purple-masked turtles tackle him, to which the other responds by whipping the blue one away with his tail and snapping at the purple-masked one. The smallest and youngest turtle calls out behind him, the artifact in his hand.]
Leatherhead, relax! It’s okay!
[But his pleas fall on deaf ears. The alligator swipes the artifact from his hand. Once he does, the orange one tugs at his arm.]
Put that down!
[The viewer, who is obviously Leatherhead, tosses the orange turtle straight into a wall. By the way he roars at the turtle, it is clear he means harm. Behind him a mature voice calls out.]
Stop!
[A humanoid rat, dressed in robes with a austere expression, stands behind him.] Get away from my sons!
[Leatherhead roars, charging and hurling himself with the intent to crush the rat. The rat expertly dodges the attack. He whips his tail, only to be rebuffed by the slight of Splinter’s hand and hurled straight into the wall. Leatherhead, growling, moves to another vicious attack, each of his punches hitting air every time. The rat’s fine-tuned ballet of martial arts contrasts the sheer raw brutality of the alligator’s. In one expert move, the rat grabs Leatherhead by the finger, tossing him back and forth as easily as Leatherhead tossed the turtles, which the alligator tries to fight off by snapping at the rat. The fight ends once the other combatant tosses him aside.]
Leave this place! Out!
[This time the alligator seems to listen, grabbing the artifact he wanted and stomping out of the lair, an animal cry of rage filling the air.]
[The feed returns to the Leatherhead in terminal Tokyo. In an act of desperation, he beats the D-Terminal his fists, shaking it every now and then.]
Turn off turn off turn off TURN OFF!!!
[He was doing so well, too and then...that had to rear its ugly face. This was the first in a long time his eyes have gone partially white. Just like in the feed, he rips loose a terrible cry of anger before slamming it off.]
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[Leatherhead was there for Cam. So Cam's going to do the same, and even if he wasn't, he'd respond anyway. Leatherhead's...his friend.]
Hey. Leatherhead, man, you there? If you want. We can talk, okay? I'm not gonna...it's alright.
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You must not like me anymore...
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[Cam doesn't have to explain. No, he really doesn't, because something something flickers in (start at 7:06, end at 8:02) to fill in a little.
It's a high school, a floor hockey game. Cam's standing with a group of people with red bandanas, and an older boy with a red bandana comes up to them.]
Alright guys, go out there and have fun, but, better win, just saying.
[Cam's not paying much attention it seems. He's watching as a black-haired boy is tying a green one around Maya's head. The boy has a green one of his own. His face skews up in just barely concealed anger.]
Eye of the tiger, Saunders. Keep focused and just...don't get distracted.
[The older boy pats Cam's shoulder, and Cam vaguely nods with a sharp frown and a curt response.] I won't.
[He gets into position, facing off against the black-haired boy. He's wearing a green bandana of his own, it seems. As Cam glares him down, the boy looks to Maya, who smiles back at him. The green bandana boy's only just looked back at Cam as the whistle blows and Cam elbows him as hard as he can in the eye.]
Ow! What the hell's wrong with you?
[Cam doesn't listen. As the other boy drops his hockey stick, Cam shoves him to the floor and tosses his hockey stick down.]
Cam... [Maya's starting to approach, concerned.]
Fight me! [Immediately he starts punching at the other boy, who's on the ground, shocked and defenseless, until the older boy from earlier and Maya run up to him and start to pull him off, with cries of Hey, hey! and Stop it! Calm down!
As Maya tries to hold him from behind and the older boy blocks Cam's charge, Cam still tries to pull out of the hold.] Come on!!
[The event continues, as Maya seems torn between checking on the injured boy and trying to stop Cam, but the older boy holds him back until a tall, balding man runs forward.]
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Finally Cam is pushed back, with a scowl on his red face.]
The four of you. My office. Now.
[The crowd starts to disperse, and Cam's shoved along by the older boy who'd held him back as the injured one starts to stand...and Cam's anger still hasn't dissipated as he leaves.
...The memory flashes out, to Cam's pained, regretful face. He bites down on his lip and then starts slowly.]
I-I understand.
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He looked down once more, a pained voice responding.]
You do...
[After a moment he looks up again.]
How did you...deal with it?
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[Oh. That's not a question Cam wanted to get asked. His face stays frozen in place, and he shakes his head and swallows.]
Poorly. [It takes all he can do not to choke up, and he's glad that memory...stays to himself.]
I'm...still learning. But it doesn't...make me bad. You either.
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[He knows you're trying, Cam. But in some cases pain is still pretty raw.]
Or if I could undo them.
[Video]
But we...we can't. They can't be erased, we can just...move forward. Keep going. Keep trying.
[Nothing about his tone suggests he thinks this will be easy. Not at all; but it's...true, isn't it? That's what they need to do.]
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We must keep fighting. Or we have nothing.
I just need a reason...
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[Pause.]
Do you have one, Cam?
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I do.
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