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Post by EarlyBird on Oct 29, 2007 23:44:05 GMT 9.5
;DI can't wait for this to come out as Miranda is the leed:Dso I thought why not do a script of it. We start from when Caitlin is older and is with her husband Dylan Thomas. I dunno if to make it anyone can play Caitlin or if we may all post a response at once lol. So I'll start as her if anyone wants to write a line after anyone has posted as Dylan go ahead, but keep checking that no one else has posted first lol Int. Caitlin's house-Evening Caitlin is walking down the staircase carefully, her husband Dylan is pacing the house while drinking from a beer bottle. Caitlin: (walks to the door and peers her head round nervously, her hand holding onto the frame). Dylan...what are you doing? I thought we agreed you'd stop this nonsense.
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Post by michaelgiry on Oct 30, 2007 0:41:17 GMT 9.5
(yay more!!! ) Dylan: (turns) Stop what nonsense?
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Post by EarlyBird on Oct 30, 2007 0:42:58 GMT 9.5
(hehe of course:D, and you need to correct the name spelling hehe:D)
Caitlin: (walks slowly forward and looks down) The drinking. You promised me it would stop.
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Post by michaelgiry on Oct 30, 2007 0:46:03 GMT 9.5
Dylan: Well, can't keep every damn promise I make. As you've all ready seen.
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Post by EarlyBird on Oct 30, 2007 0:48:18 GMT 9.5
Caitlin: We are married...we have children. And here you are drinking again. You promised it would stop (holding back tears).
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Post by michaelgiry on Oct 30, 2007 0:50:34 GMT 9.5
Dylan: As I said, I can't keep every promise I make.
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Post by EarlyBird on Oct 30, 2007 0:52:22 GMT 9.5
Caitlin: (looks away and folds her arms across her chest).
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Post by michaelgiry on Oct 30, 2007 0:54:04 GMT 9.5
Dylan: (stops pacing, looks down) I'm sorry.
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Post by EarlyBird on Oct 30, 2007 0:57:56 GMT 9.5
Caitlin: Then why did you start drinking again. Why...I am scared of you you know. When you drink I just feel so on edge. Like with one wrong word you'd do something you regret. We have both done that before...the only change being I don't drink myself into a stuper.
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Post by michaelgiry on Oct 30, 2007 1:00:19 GMT 9.5
Dylan: I never stopped. I just did so not in front of you (shrugs)
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Post by EarlyBird on Oct 30, 2007 1:06:44 GMT 9.5
Caitlin: And that is supposed to make me feel better? (sarcastically).
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Post by michaelgiry on Oct 30, 2007 1:08:51 GMT 9.5
Dylan: (looks at her) Or maybe you'd like to really know what I'm doing all those nights I'm working so late. While it's working, it has nothing to do with poetry. (smirks, takes drink)
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Post by EarlyBird on Oct 30, 2007 1:11:25 GMT 9.5
Caitlin: (looks round still forcing the tears back). How dare you talk like that!
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Post by michaelgiry on Oct 30, 2007 1:12:38 GMT 9.5
Dylan: (smirks) Oh yes. Like you didn't know.
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Post by EarlyBird on Oct 30, 2007 1:13:51 GMT 9.5
Caitlin: (walks up to him and slaps him) If you have cheated on me again...I am leaving you. for good this time!
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