Damn the Man
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At twenty-four years old, Madeleine Ricks was trapped in the body of a fifteen year old. Or so it appeared to the rest of the world. At 5’5”, she was of average height, but thin as a rail with limited curvature. The results were infuriating. Carded for alcohol, carded for smokes, and the latest insult, carded for Gore Fest at the Huntridge Theater. Only this time, she had stuffed cash in the pocket of her overalls and left her ID card at home.
The employee – who had barely scratched eighteen himself – suggested she bring her mother to sign a release form.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” she screeched. She slapped her palms on the plexi-glass that separated the ticket salesman from the throng of fans splattered in fake blood outside. Making a scene wouldn’t get her anywhere. On a cognitive level, Maddy understood it. But she had a hell of a temper. She grabbed the paper and rolled it up lengthwise. “Do me a favor, okay? Heh… you take this release form and you gently guide it up your pimple-covered ass!”
She left the window and paced in front of the building, chewing a hangnail.
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The employee – who had barely scratched eighteen himself – suggested she bring her mother to sign a release form.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” she screeched. She slapped her palms on the plexi-glass that separated the ticket salesman from the throng of fans splattered in fake blood outside. Making a scene wouldn’t get her anywhere. On a cognitive level, Maddy understood it. But she had a hell of a temper. She grabbed the paper and rolled it up lengthwise. “Do me a favor, okay? Heh… you take this release form and you gently guide it up your pimple-covered ass!”
She left the window and paced in front of the building, chewing a hangnail.
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on 2013-09-15 01:57 am (UTC)He walked up to the theater, and spotting a girl looking irritated, threw up his hands in defeat.
"They're not letting people in, are they?" Devin loved the genre, no surprise there, and when he saw the blip in the newspaper about the fest, it was a foregone conclusion that he had to go.
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on 2013-09-15 02:21 am (UTC)“Is it the overalls?” she asked. “It’s not like they’re Osh Kosh B’gosh.”
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on 2013-09-15 02:54 am (UTC)"What if," he said, ruffling his blond hair thoughtfully, "I got in, and found a side door? I'd be pissed if I missed this, so I can only imagine how you'd feel."
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on 2013-09-15 03:40 am (UTC)She was puffing on a newly lit cigarette when the light bulb went on above her head. “But you could see that from the inside. Ugh, fantastic! You know what’s playing tonight, right? Catholic School Cannibals!”
She smacked his arm, the excitement of the moment making her eyes shine. “Fuck yes! Fuck off to you,” she said, flipping her middle finger at the ticket booth, “But fuck yes to you.”
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on 2013-09-15 04:14 am (UTC)He approached the ticket booth, making his purchase. He turned and nodded at her before entering the double doors.
Once inside the lobby, he bypassed the concession stand. "Emergency exit only, alarm will sound," Devin read under his breath. After a moment of searching, he found something promising, a black door leading to the garbage bins.
He cracked it open, peeking his head out. He gave two high pitched whistles. Dorky, but effective. The writer had a plethora of experience.
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on 2013-09-15 05:03 am (UTC)“You want some popcorn? I’m starved.”
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on 2013-09-15 05:22 am (UTC)Devin nabbed a spot in line, retrieving his wallet from his jeans pocket. "So, you like Catholic School Cannibals. I heard it's pretty decent."
He grabbed a pack of Twizzlers from the stand and gestured to her with it. "Now, here's the question. The bloodier, the better?"
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on 2013-09-15 05:35 am (UTC)“I know what you’re thinking. Stripper, right?” The smile on her face made it clear that she was kidding.
“Where do you come down on the blood thing?”
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on 2013-09-15 11:01 pm (UTC)A foot shoved on her back. She got on her knee and turned around to face the duo, who were a couple of brainless freshman types who didn’t make a habit of thinking outside themselves. She reached over and snatched a shoe off a kid’s foot. She pitched it at the screen.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
Maddy said, “If I wanted a spinal adjustment, I’d go to a chiropractor.”
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on 2013-09-16 12:56 am (UTC)"I've never seen someone steal a shoe with such confidence before," he remarked, smiling. He scratched at his stubble. The theater darkened even more, and dancing hot dogs filled the screen.
He tugged on the sleeve of her shirt. "It's happening."
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on 2013-09-16 01:14 am (UTC)“It can’t just be me.”
She bit off both ends of the candy and replaced her straw with it.
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on 2013-09-16 01:29 am (UTC)A couple of kernels sailed past his head, barely missing his mop of hair. Devin turned. It was the foot patrol, and when they saw him looking, they stared straight ahead at the screen.
He nudged Maddy.
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on 2013-09-16 01:45 am (UTC)“Next time, you should yell ‘free candy!’ and eat it,” she said.
The screen went black. A moment later, a logo appeared, dripping blood as an orchestra of string instruments made screeching sounds.
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on 2013-09-16 11:35 am (UTC)He rolled his eyes at the two behind them, and settled his focus back on the screen. "Death in the first five minutes," he wagered, his voice a whisper.
"Loser buys the refills."
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on 2013-09-16 03:37 pm (UTC)As the first images came onto the screen, she smiled knowingly. “Look at that,” she pointed, “A chick in a non-regulation skirt. That’s not passing the fingertip test. She’s toast.” She slurped some Doctor Pepper up her makeshift straw and settled in, ready to obnoxiously point out every slasher flick trope the moment it became apparent. At least she had someone to laugh alongside her.
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on 2013-09-16 03:55 pm (UTC)"Some people never learn," he replied. "Next thing she'll be in her boyfriend's car, getting to second, and -- " Devin dragged his finger across his neck.
"Someone's dinner."
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on 2013-09-18 02:09 pm (UTC)Finally, a janitor came into the picture to investigate. Ring of keys jingling, he slowly opened the door...
...Because Devin knew he would want to see first hand what was causing the monsoon of blood...
Close-up of the victim, and he leaned in to whisper near Maddy's ear. "Nugget."
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on 2013-09-18 07:37 pm (UTC)"I write horror stories," Devin answered proudly, giving her his most winningest grin.
On screen, the janitor belted out a scream that would make Jamie Lee Curtis envious.
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on 2013-09-18 10:14 pm (UTC)She set her popcorn in a neighboring chair and dusted her palms. "So this is how you'll know you've made it... When one day, Hollywood buys the rights to one of your stories and people everywhere have the opportunity to make fun of the dialogue and poke holes in the plot."
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on 2013-09-19 06:03 pm (UTC)"But I would hope it wouldn't be shown during Gore Fest." He crossed his fingers. "I'd aim less for so bad it's good, and more toward so good it's...good."
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on 2013-09-19 09:11 pm (UTC)A few cheap gags and crappy special effects later, the villain was revealed as a cafeteria employee who was sneaking human meat into the school lunch, a move that was both contrived and implausible. People groaned. Some threw Milk Duds. One shouted, “Soylent Green is people!”
As the credits rolled, Maddy sighed and dropped her feet to the sticky floor.
“Well, that was a movie,” she deadpanned.
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on 2013-09-21 06:19 pm (UTC)Devin stretched as much as he could in the seat. "It wasn't that bad. You're just upset because you didn't call the villain."
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on 2013-09-25 03:27 pm (UTC)She tucked it behind her ear.
"So long, Devin."