Movie title: The last Tarbender
Genre: Indie Mystic Roadtrip
Director: @Stu
Stars: @Endersgone @bionic @solongotgon @Bird @the@invisible@floatingbridge @Izan @
TinyBubbles @
Ria
Setting(place/date): North America
Basic plot:
@
bionic and @
solongotgon meet in a Green village pub for a drink to talk about the forum. Solong has her sketch book and starts sketching the fetching young man mixing their drinks. They are both enthralled by him and unconsciously competed for his attention. Not being rude he engaged them in chat and found himself confessing that he only took the job because a series of bizarre coincidences left him penniless on the street corner outside.
He had been lured to British Columbia by a woman who promised him nurturing comfort but turned out to only desire absolute obedience and unnatural devotion to her meandering and unfocused art. She weighed the pockets of his army surplus field jacket with quarters and sent him on a grocery errand for her during which he had been instructed to only walk backwards thru the aisles and not make eye contact with anyone. While shopping he saw his picture on a milk carton with the question "Who is this man?" and a phone number 011 61 03 9530 4843. He pumped twenty dollars into a pay phone and reached the clerk (@invisible) at a bookstore in Vermont Victory Au. The young man who answered said, in a calm, melodic voice, "Magic Cottage, is it you?"
Enders said yes and the man replied "Reike" and hung up, leaving Enders staring at the plexiglass of the booth where a sticker was stuck advertizing Reike therapy on Victoria Island. He dashed out of the booth and hitchhiked to the Reike mistress’s address, a lone building on a forested highway. There was a paper tacked to the door saying "go fishing, 86 Bedford Street NYC"
He looked on the porch of the building and saw a mayonnaise jar with a bus ticket in it for Portland OR leaving from downtown Victoria, there was a sticky note on it which read “take what you need and leave the rest” , as he pulled it from the jar he heard the rumble of an old pick up slow to a halt on the road. Behind the wheel was a woman with dark curly hair who was pulling a horse carrier with a quarter horse inside. She smiled a crooked smile and asked if he needed a ride. Enders hopped in and she dropped him in town at the bus station.
On board he sat next to a young man in a white short sleeve button down shirt who looked like a burger king manager,(@the) the man said nothing but intently read a steam punk comic about a steam driven computer that gained consciousness.
He walked out onto the streets of Portland, tired and hungry and watched as a tall woman (@bird) in a tight dress and high heels furiously slapped some stock broker. Her full auburn hair swirled as her palm resounded on his lecherous cheek. She snarled at the man and stalked in Enders direction, her eyes falling into his, seeing his forlorn destitution she stopped and took his arm saying, "You need shelter."
She put him on the trolley with her and took him to her apartment telling her aloof but seething boyfriend that he was an old college friend in need of repair. She fed him organic veggies and goat cheese and let him crash on the couch. He woke up at four in the morning to unnerving guttural sounds and slipped out onto the street to continue his journey.
After days of hitchhiking he stumbled, penniless onto the address and walked in where a clean cut young man in white shirtsleeves button down shirt (@the) was working as a manger. The looked him square in the eye and said “You again” and hired him on the spot putting him behind the bar.
A few moments later Bionic and Solong slipped in and listened to his tale, niether one able to not look into his dreamy eyes. Each offering amplifications on what "fishing" meant. Solong took his birth information and attempted to chart his destiny astrologically while bionic took his hand in her’s and pretended to read his palm gypsy style while indulging in naughty thoughts.
Outside a fire engine slammed into a garbage truck making a cacophony and spewing trash all over the street. @
Izan burst through the door, terrified in a post traumatic haze screaming something about the Mossad having found him and collapsed at the bar.
Enders freaked out and bolted out the back door into an alley way where a rare and beautiful young woman (@floatingbridge) was making bubbles with a plastic wand. He asked her where the fishing was and she told him to not eat anything out of the east river, but the @
TinyBubbles that she had created coalessed into and endearing face and a soft voice urged him to be a fisher of fish.
