Interviewer: “And welcome back. If you’ve missed the interview so far, I’m here with the wonderful Zatanna Zatara today. What an experience this interview process has been!”
Zatanna: “Yeah, that’s for sure!”
Interviewer: “Things got a little tense th
The audience moves around and talks quietly as if nothing has happened. The cameramen move following focusing back on the interview as if they had taken a commercial break. There is a strange feeling that some are aware of, but only Zatanna and her
Zatanna: “Where do I even start? Oh yeah, where the fuck do you get off, thinking you can just manipulate someone like this? Do you even know what ‘private’ means?! You can’t just read a fucking comic book and go ‘oh! I think I understand her li
Previously….
Zatanna: “Wait, hold on a second. You have a say over my love life?! Okay, that’s it, I’m taking control of this interview” *she claps her hands then spreads them out from her center.
“Emit pots!”
Now…
Interviewer: *stares out at the audi
And we’re back in 3…2…1… The camera man points to the interviewer as the intro music plays.
Zatanna: “Was… that intro music there before?”
Interviewer: “No, but I thought it’d be kind of a nice touch you know?”
Zatanna: “Fair enough, I guess. Like I sa
And rolling in 3…2…1... ACTION!
The stage lights turn on, illuminating what appears to be a clean looking stage for complete in talk show fashion with a desk next to a white sofa and a coffee table. The background behind overlooks a sunny cityscape,
Before the ‘closed’ sign could be flipped to display on the streets, the door opened with a ‘ding’ and the man still working inside shot a glance to it, mortified. Ignoring the persecuting stare by the vampire that had mixed reviews of the last vis
Cue the lights and the sound of a coffee pot finishing off its brew. The sleepy little Queens apartment was the same as it had always been, a cluttered mess and smelling lightly of cigarettes. Since entering, I had sat on the edge of the recliner’s
Mood Music:
Lights. Camera. Action!
Announcer voice: Ladies and gents I welcome you back to the interviews!
Strobe lights of all colors, lasers, and a disco ball, because that needs to be there too, erupt from nowhere exactly around the small li
Lights dance around the room. It's all crazy and shit. Use your imagination.
Nickyy: LADIES AND BITCHES! I present to you--!
Alice: Wtf are ya doin', lass? It's just us here?
Nickyy: Shh, just let this happen. Ahem. I PRESENT TO YOUUUU--!
(Loud popc
“So… you’ve sorta directed me along the way,
or something like that, you said..?”
“That’s right, more or less.
Wherever you’ve gone, I had Some say to it.
At least in more recent years.”
“So my apartment, even?”
“Yeah, I picked that out.
There was a quiet ring as the front doors of Paradox were walked through by a fresh face. As I passed through, an effort was made to turn the open sign back to closed before the door had even shut fully. Dominic watched as I had done it and made no
Why am I doing this?
What if she kills me?
What if she's not there?
...This is a bad idea.
= = = = =
From New York Penn Station, the walk to Hell's Kitchen was...well, a walk, but not too long either. It was the middle of a summer day, swat
The creative mind is... complicated. Beautiful but complicated. As Russian-American philosopher Ayn Rand once said; A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, no to beat others. It's a thing to keep in mind. Some of us are competitive with
“Hello.” Mai speaks up as she stands on the other side of a cold steel table.
“Hi.” I look at the beautiful green haired woman standing across from me.
…
Ash: “Am I glad you caught me, and not Wrath-“
Mai: “Mine and Mitchell’s goals may be the same.”
