Huh.
...
So like a horror movie where an actress stalks all her tube haters ... that ... huh. Maybe. Dialogue is already popping in my head, that's a good sign.
I do like villains who are vaguely right from their point of view.
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"So ! Hear you didn't like the flick-a-doo ... "
"Oh my God, it's ... you."
"Yah ... it's me. You know what I'm going to do to you ?"
" ... "
"That wasn't rhetorical. Do, you know what I'm going to do to you, right now ?"
" ... no."
"Huh. Well I do."
Screams from the alleyway behind the theater as the people pass with the traffic noise, the marquis ~
~ Nerdbag Little Bitches ~
all in a row
(credits while she does all that with a bread knife)
In the rain after the credits to the crappy motel, Eddie from 'Why I hate the Fabulous Five' coming down the stairs, her going up.
"Eddie."
"Charlotte."
Up into her room, she drops the coat and tosses the knife into the sink with the dirty dishes. Looks in the mirror.
Charlotte - "Oh my God. It's me." ... Bursts out laughing. "Bitch-ass fucking nerdbag."
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A tuber rages about the movie (this one), screaming how it's a personal attack on all tubers and that Charlotte's just a mean spirited cow. She clicks the pause. Lights a cigarette.
Smokes ...
Charlotte - "You're a mean spirited cow." Looks out the window, it rains. Smokes. "Now I wanna hamburger. Fuck this guy." Closes the computer. Down the stairs where the press now waits ...
Newshuman - "They say ... "
Charlotte - "Lick a clit skeaze, I'm on a mission."
Pushes through the snapping shots. An airplane flies overhead, she's smoking on other streets, notably bright as the motel neighborhood always seems darker. Clutching a rolled up newspaper like she's about to swat something, she pulls out a picture of the tuber.
Charlotte - "Ham ... bur ... gerrrr ... " Shoves it in her pocket and pulls out another cigarette, forgetting there's one already in her mouth. Looks up at the comic-con ahead ... a sigh ... "Beef."
Pauses and laughs a bit and laughs before running head down in with her hands in her coat pockets, the paper sticking out.
The tubers are gathered around the target''s booth, they all stop and stare as she approaches. A glare to the side at the Mary Sue Vector booth ... Marie Sue glares back ... then back to laughing with her admirers.
The tuber (Jean Luc Pa-Damn) - Surrounded bby the rest frozen in a stare, "Oh my God. It's ... you."
Charlotte - "No it's not. But I do look a lot like her and do you know what that's like ? With you shitbags always on about what a wreck she is ? How fucked her career is, because of little fuck-faces like you ? I mean Mary Sue's an absolute whore and even She doesn't give you the time of day. Do you have Any Idea what It''s LIKE !?"
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Pa-Damn - "Are you sure it isn't you ?"
Charlotte - "Oh yeah I am very sure I am not me right now." Slams the rolled over and crinkled paper on the table, news of the murder."
They stare ...
Rando - "Oh my God. It's him."
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Charlotte - "What is Wrong with you people. Guess that explains the empty booth." To Pa-Damn, "Guess what shit bag. You're fucking next. I'm gonna grind you up and eat you. Like a cow."
To the rest, "And you and you and you."
Rando - "So what ... you're like a serial killer now."
Another - "Not like she''s got a lot of options after this piece of trash."
Another still - "Pwn."
They stare.
Pa-Damn - "Why the hell would you threaten me first ?"
Charlotte - "Because I'm not me. You can keep the paper. Better call the police and see what they've got to say about it. None of your phones recorded. They're hacked."
They all look at their phones ... "Fuck ... " they look up and she's gone."
Cop on the phone - Laughing ... he can't stop laughing.
Pa-Damn - "It ... it was her."
While Charlotte laughs maniacally in her motel room, then a pounding on the wall.
Eddie - Through the wall, "Jesus Christ we're All maniacal here, we Get it."
Charlotte - Looks at the mirror, to herself. "Yeah. We're all maniacal here." Shouts, "Sorry !"