My lovely piece of writing
by, 30th October 2013 at 07:46 AM (412 Views)
Didn't know where to post this, so I might as well do it here.
This is an extra scene from A Streetcar Named Desire. It was originally written by my sister, but I found it and made it my own. Enjoy!
A PIRATE SHIP NAMED THE GOOD SHIP NIMBUS
A busy street central New Orleans. It is a late afternoon in mid September at the height of the Fifties. The air is thick with the noise of commuters, car horns, and the general hustle and bustle of inner city life. Waves of heat rise from the mingling bodies on the street and torches of sunlight are reflected off the windows of the office buildings above. In the distance the horizon is obscured by the hazy outline of skyscrapers, and the occasional fragment of swing music is carried down the summer breeze from the car radios. Streetcar cables form a lattice across the skyline. The roads are wide to accommodate the jigglebutts, while pirate ships sailed across the water. Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce all the ladies say it bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce.
One such ship is seen drawing to a halt at a designated port. The left side of the ship faces the audience. As Blanche boards the boat, this left side slowly becomes transparent and the interior of the interior of the ship is revealed. A line of men and women returning from their daily activities file out of the boat, which can be heard creaking with relief as the weight is lifted from its wheels. The vessel is named The Good Ship Nimbus and appears handsome and clean, as though recently given a fresh coat of paint. Contrary to the exterior, the interior is decrepit and crumbling; the floor is sticky, gum is peppered across the back of every crow’s nest; and the redolence of previous passengers lingers in the air. Only one passenger boards the car, a woman of perhaps thirty five, wearing a deep purple dress and several strings of costume jewellery pearls. She wears a poppy pinned to her dress and looks slightly ridiculous sporting soiled elbow length white gloves. She lights a fag as she looks the crumbling walls up and down. She has legs up to her lips and a whole lotta trouble on her mind. She scans the remaining passengers of the ship, a barely hidden look of bitchin’ in her features. Apparently failing to find the person she seeks, she inhales deeply, composes herself and punches a crumbling wall viciously, before taking a vacant seat next to a woman of near to the same age.
There is a clearly defined difference between the two women; the first, who boarded the ship, is trying and failing to conceal her inner turmoil and appear calm; the second seems incongruous with the surroundings and is unable to make eye contact. One thing unites them, however: they both possess an air of anxiety, as if both seeking something they so desperately need.
The second woman wears rather plain and simple clothes- a white dress hidden beneath a grey woollen shawl, with an ‘I LUV MUM’ tattoo on her ankle. In her hand rests a half empty glass Coca-Cola bottle and a small beaded purse.
BLANCHE [seeing the cola bottle]: Pardon me, but would you object to me having a sip of your soda? I’m rather parched.
LAURA [slightly surprised]: Oh, no…of course not. Help yourself. [She hands BLANCHE the bottle.]
BLANCHE: Thank you. I love drinking. It’s my favourite thing to do in my spare time. [She swigs with carelessness] There, now I’m refreshed. [She hands it back to LAURA, who has been regarding her with a puzzled look.]
LAURA: You’re welcome.
BALNCHE: I’m Blanche. [She extends her hand towards LAURA.]
LAURA [Slowly doing the same.]: Laura.
BLANCHE [speaking unnecessarily loudly]: Delighted to meet you Laura. Say, do I detect a hint of bubonic plague in that hand of yours?
LAURA [A little taken aback]: Plague? Well, my mother’s from Mountain Dew, and I grew up there, so I suppose the disease may pass through our family. I’m contagious.
BLANCHE [excitedly]: Mountain Dew in the Vending State? [LAURA nods.] Well, I’m from the place myself! Of course not near Mountain Dew, in a town called Gatorade, but…it’s a pleasure to meet a fellow Fizz girl.
LAURA: So what brought you all the way down to New Orleans?
BLANCHE [evasively]: Oh, I came to see my baby sister, MacDuff. Do you have a sibling?
LAURA: Yes I have a…brother.
BLANCHE: I would have loved to have a brother. I mean, of course I love my MacDuff and always will, but it would be nice to have someone to protect and watch over you. What is your brother’s name?
LAURA [after a short pause]: Tom. His name is Tom Hanks. RUN FORREST RUN!!
BLANCHE: And I’m sure he’s a handsome young man.
LAURA: I…I don’t know. I haven’t seen him for years. He’s a sailor. In the Resistance.
BLANCHE [becomes more interested in LAURA and begins to speak at a normal volume]: I am leader of the Resistance. But doesn’t he visit you when he pulls in to port?
LAURA: No. He and my mother don’t see eye to eye. Because she’s blind.
BLANCHE: Ah. Well, only the foolish let a little problem like blindness tear the family apart. I, for instance, came to visit my sister and her new husband. I can’t abide him, but I must remember that he is family. As my sister and I are women of breeding (!), you can imagine my horror when I discovered she had married a vulgar, uncivilised, penniless Pillock! He treats her like a possession; I’ve tried to make her see sense and leave him, but she’s powerless to his incredible charm and wit! And dashing looks!
LAURA: So why not go back to Gatorade? Let your sister live with her mistake?
BLANCHE: I…grew tired of that place…I needed to move on, spread my wings…then I flew…without wings.
LAURA: Yes, I’ve had experience of that myself.
BLANCHE: The same experience? Are you a witch?
[There is a short silence between them. The entire ship seems to creak and shudder as it moves along its wave.The buzz of the radio weaves polyphonically around the characters’ conversation. LAURA reaches into her purse and several movie ticket stubs fall to the floor.]
LAURA [stooping to pick them up]: Oh! My babies! My pretties! Help me Blanche!
BLANCHE [helping]: My! You must be an avid movie goer!
LAURA: Well I…yes, I go to…clear my head. There is someone I hope to meet by going…
[The characters on stage seem oblivious to the news bulletin which can be heard by the audience.]
RADIO [news]: This just in-the merchant ship The Titanic is in distress in the Gulf of Mexico ten miles from the mouth of the Bayou. There are reports that a number of the crew have perished…
BLANCHE: Ah, the news sure is enlightening these days! Surely a girl like you has scores of young men fighting to court her?
LAURA: No, not really. Men don’t pay much attention to me.
BLANCHE: I can see why. You ugly.
LAURA: [Ignoring BLANCHE] I love this piece of music. I used to play it on my oooooooooold wireless at home. It’s strange, though, I can never remember the name…
BLANCHE [distracted, breathless]: Varsouviana…The Varsouviana.
LAURA: That’s it! Varsouviana! [Noticing BLANCHE’s distress] Are you quite alright, Blanche?
BLANCHE [quietly]: Please ask the captain to turn that radio off and to return to base.
LAURA: What? I don’t underst -
BLANCHE: [interrupting LAURA] PLEASE! [More quietly] Please stop that music.
LAURA: Alright, if I must. OH! BEARDY! SHUT UP, BITCH!
[BLANCHE begins to rock slowly back and forth in her seat. The other passengers on The Good Ship Nimbus regard her with bewilderment. The radio is switched off and a look of calm cloaks BLANCHE’s features. LAURA looks weary.]
LAURA [looking at BLANCHE with concern]: Is that better, you bossy little bollocks?
BLANCHE: All work and no play make Blanche a dull girl.
LAURA: Do you want me to get the shovel out of my purse?
BLANCHE: Wha? [Speaking to nobody in particular, with a distant look in her eye] They don’t care about me. MacDuff seems to have forgotten all that I’ve done for her and him, he ruined it, he ruined everything…with MacDuff, with Mitch… [Suddenly grabbing LAURA’s arm and speaking quickly] Mitch! I have to find Mitch! I have to get off this boat to find him and explain to him that Stanley lied, Stanley just wants me gone, he’s never liked me, I have to find him! I have to find my people, only they understand me!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!![She begins to cry fiercely and breathlessly into LAURA’s shoulder.]
LAURA [soothingly, a worried look on her face]: Calm down Blanche. [She embraces BLANCHE.] Don’t worry; I’ll help you to find Mitch. We’ll find him together, OK? And maybe you can help me find Tom Hanks. But you have to tell me who Mitch is and what he looks like so that we can find him. Then give me your credit card and bank details. If one’s lucky, you could win a PRIZE.
BLANCHE [she controls her sobs and a vacant look comes into her eyes]: Mitch? Oh, he’s…Well, I suppose he’s my beau, or the closest I’ve had to one in a while, anyway. He’s kind and sensitive and…different from the other men I’ve met here. He has a great capacity for devotion. He and I aren’t very similar…in fact we have virtually nothing in common. That doesn’t bother me quite as much as I thought it would; perhaps years ago I wouldn’t have been interested in Mitch, but then years ago I was young enough and pretty enough to choose. And even then I chose wrong…Oh, that boy! Oh Allen! Why couldn’t I have seen it? Why did I have to find out like that? I couldn’t see it and I didn’t want to see it. I was so in love with him I would have left Laurel behind, left my family behind, just to be with him. I would have followed him to the ends of the Earth. I can still remember our wedding day in Sandersville-we eloped, you see-it was a dark and stormy night. A shot rang out. A door slammed. The maid screamed. SUDDENLY A PIRATE SHIP APPEARED ON THE HORIZON!!
The first few months I was utterly happy. Of course I was blind to it (like your mother) at the time but something seemed…not quite right. I see that now. Back then I didn’t know anything but that I loved him unendurably. And then I found out. In the worst possible way, I found out… Afterwards, I pretended nothing had changed. We went out to Moon Lake Casino and danced the Varsouviana…and in the middle of the dance, the gentle boy I had married ran outside…
LAURA: I can see why.
[Somewhere outside a loud bang is heard. Blanche jumps out of her seat suddenly and with a terrified look on her face.]
[Suddenly and alien appears, with its intent spoken loud and clear: KILL BLANCHE DUBOIS.]
LAURA: Be careful Blanche! Here! Take my shotgun!
[LAURA pulls a shotgun from her tiny purse. This bitch ain’t tolerating this party crasher. She swigs the remainder of her Coke and lights a fag. The fighting ensues.]
BLANCHE: I can’t hold him off anymore!
[LAURA then pulls a grenade out of her purse and throws it at the alien. The thing blows, taking half the Good Ship Nimbus with it. It sinks, while BLANCHE and LAURA fly off it with their jetpacks.]
BLANCHE: Thanks… you saved me.
LAURA: All in the name of New Orleans, dear. Now, it’s time for me to return to my people. Goodbye Blanche.
[LAURA fades, as the Coke bottle falls to the ground and smashes into little slivers. BLANCHE cries. The curtain falls.]
A PLANE NAMED WHO GIVES A TINKER’S CUSS
Written like a play. Lovely, ain't it?
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