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Post by Christine on Jan 15, 2008 18:20:50 GMT -5
*She curled up under the covers, blushing*
"I believe you. If you're anywhere near as good a writer as you are a person, you must be brilliant."
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Post by Ed Wood on Jan 15, 2008 18:23:55 GMT -5
*Edward beamed at her.*
"See! And good for me, at that. Gosh, Christine, with you I feel I could do anything."
*He pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat.*
"Isn't it wonderful?"
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Post by Christine on Jan 15, 2008 18:39:25 GMT -5
"It is."
*She sat up, looking at him keenly*
"You speak often of these 'movies', though...could you tell me more about them?"
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Post by Ed Wood on Jan 15, 2008 23:10:17 GMT -5
*He stared at her in confusion for a moment, then remembered where he was.*
"Oh!" *he said sheepishly.* "I'm terribly sorry. I keep forgetting. See, where I come from, we still have plays and things on stage. But we also have this thing called 'moving pictures.' Movies! You... well, you know photographs? It's like thousands of photographs strung together, then projected on the wall. The pictures are so close together it makes your eye think it's really moving. So... basically, you can record a performance of something and show it forever."
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Post by Christine on Jan 28, 2008 17:13:50 GMT -5
"That's amazing!"
*She stared in wonder*
"Is there sound?"
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Post by Ed Wood on Jan 28, 2008 17:24:58 GMT -5
*Edward grinned. Yes, yes it was.*
"Yep! And color! If you have the money to make color films, that is. There's even this... this box, called a television, that you can get movies on at home."
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Post by Christine on Jan 28, 2008 18:50:17 GMT -5
*She gasped*
"Oh, Edward! If only I could see such a thing!"
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Post by Ed Wood on Jan 28, 2008 18:57:16 GMT -5
*Edward thought for a moment. Actually, he was waiting for his suethor to put some equipment in his room, but he didn't know that.*
"Wait a sec," *he said.* "Stay right here. I'll be back."
*He zipped over to his room, rummaged around and to his surprised found his old 8mm camera next to a funny little box with a screen and some buttons. He pushed some of them, found the lens cap, and his eyebrows climbed his forehead as the screen lit up and he realized what it was.*
"It's a camera," *he breathed. He had no idea how it had gotten there, but he didn't care. He ran over to Christine's room without knocking.*
"This," *he said," *is a camera. Of some kind. I'm not sure, but I bet if I..."
*His voice drifted off as he pushed the red button, found the zoom, and marveled at the autofocus. It was astounding.*
"Here."
*He sat on the bed next to Christine and turned the camera back around. There was a button that said "Play" and he pushed it. Amazingly, without developing, the image he'd taken of Christine watching him looked back at them.*
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Post by Christine on Jan 30, 2008 21:32:57 GMT -5
*Christine looked at the thing as if she were a child with a new, unheard of toy*
"My goodness...I wouldn't have believed it! And this...this records and projects life, you say?"
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Post by Ed Wood on Jan 31, 2008 1:36:17 GMT -5
*Ed was taking great pleasure in her fascination.*
"Yes. Well, life and whatever you add to it. Imagine an opera, or a play, but one that you can film in different parts, so you can have actual locations--the woods, the sea, a restaurant--and transition between them. It's a whole new dimension."
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Post by Christine on Feb 2, 2008 13:32:57 GMT -5
*Her smile would have lit up a sound stage*
"And this is what you make? How brilliant! You must be so talented."
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Post by Ed Wood on Feb 2, 2008 18:38:46 GMT -5
*He beamed back at her.*
"It is. But Christine... what I've done until now is nothing compared to what I could do. With you."
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Post by Christine on Feb 2, 2008 18:42:31 GMT -5
"I believe you, Edward."
*Against the rules of conduct for ladies like herself, the feact that she was married, and her suethor's RC status, she leaned forward and kissed him.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 19:17:46 GMT -5
((violins play))
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Post by Ed Wood on Feb 3, 2008 12:35:04 GMT -5
*This hadn't been what he was thinking of, but it would do, all right. He kissed her back, tenderly at first, but with an edge. Christine was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His new inspiration. And he knew she would drive him to greater heights than even he had imagined for himself.*
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