TiBBenders - EP #2 posted
 

EP #1


The park
Gypsygoth is sobbing in the park. Her hair is a mess, her make-up is running and her tights have ripped. The camera zooms into a dark envelope full of cash in her hand. A man emerged from the darkness.
Hooded Figure: There - that wasn't so bad for your first job was it.. eh?
He grabs hold of her arm, holding it tightly. She shivers.
Hooded Firgure: Next time you’re in need of some cash… you know what to do.. eh?
He clinches her arm tighter before handing her a number. She doesn’t acknowledge his existence – she just looks down to the floor, ashamed. He lets go of her arm and walks off into the darkness. She starts to sob again.

Gypsygoth, Ukturtle and Harry’s house
Ukturtle walks in and closes the door behind him. A cold breeze blows through a gap in the bottom of the door. He shivers and chucks his coat down by the door to block the breeze.
Ukturtle: GypsyGoth, you in swe…
He is silenced by the opening of the door. Gypsygoth creeps in, the envelope of money in her pocket.
Ukturtle: Babe, where’ve you been? You look dreadful… what’s up?
She says nothing. He hugs her but she shows no emotion. He looks into her eyes.
Ukturtle: We’re gonna get through this hun.
She nods slowly
Gypsygoth: Why.. er.. why are you back so early?
Ukturtle grabs her hands
Ukturtle: They sent us home early… not enough to do. D’ya want a cup of tea?
He lets go and walks out into the kitchen. Gypsygoth takes the envelope out of her pocket and sneakily puts it into the bottom of a draw in the hallway.
Gypsygoth: There’s no teabags…
She splutters a short, sharp answer. Cupboards rattle from the kitchen.
Ukturtle: Surely there must be some somewh…
She interrupts, shouting.
Gypsygoth: .. THERE’S NONE LEFT! THERE’S NOTHING LEFT – I had to spend it all on Harry’s lunch for the week! If you don’t remember? Oh wait – you’re too busy thinking everything is okay to remember that! “Life is fine”… “Ladedadeda”! Yeah – well life isn’t fine ‘SWEETHEART’ – we spend our whole lives looking at unopened letters because we know EXACTLY what is in them and we know EXACTLY how much we just can’t afford to pay! And little Harry, he’s the one who’s really suffering here Ukturtle! But I don’t see you helping! You go out on your 15 hour a week job and come home and expect everything to be okay – WELL IT’S NOT... It’s not…. It’s ….. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!
She breaks down and runs upstairs. Ukturtle runs into the hallway sighing. Harry appears at the top of the stairs – crying.

Shaun and Niamh’s house
Shaun is sat on the sofa writing his latest music review on a notepad – listening to the goings on next door.
Shaun: ‘ere mum! Can you hear that?
Niamh: Don’t be silly! Of course I can! Bleeding racket!
Shaun rolls his eyes whilst trying to listen to what is being said
Shaun: D’ya reckon they’re poor? I expect so… I drive a better car than them and I don’t earn a penny!
Niamh: Well that’s probably because I pay for all of it!
She gives him a disapproving look. The noise dies down next door.
Shaun: Maybe he put her out of her misery?
Niamh: SHAUN! You shouldn’t say things like that – not in this square… you’ll be accused of something next!
Shaun sniggers.
Shaun: Well… moaning cow deserves it – ‘ave you seen the state of her clothes?
Shaun cringes at the thought.

Gypsygoth and Ukturtles bedroom
Gypsygoth is lying under a blanket shivering. Her eyes are wide open, welling up at the thought of what she did. She whispers to herself
Gypsygoth: It’ll all be okay – I’m gonna change it for the better. It’ll all be okay… I need to be strong for you sweetie.
She sits up and kisses a picture of her son, Harry, next to her bed.
Gypsygoth: I’m doing this for you darling.
She lies back down, sobbing

ha2 it's true, claudia dresses worse than a salad

Have edited where I've missed off a chunk at the start in the very confusing 'copy and paste' process. :|

What did my wife do? :shocked:

and LOL that Harry is our child. :hugesmile:

:laugh2:

Prozzie :hugesmile: Sorry - didn't make it clear enough. Had it really clear when I wrote it but then I copied and pasted from word, closed word down and then realised that I'd missed out a little chunk at the top so had to quickly write it in the space of 60 seconds :tongue:

tramp

love this so far :joker:

:L

:laugh3: love it.

:laugh: I do have some style.

I thought this was going to be a list of all the homosexuals on here :laugh:

great idea lets list them!

1.KG


:hugesmile:

... maybe next time :hugesmile:

EP #2

The Vic
It is early in the morning. Princess is up in her dressing gown cleaning up the mess from the night before. Locke calls down from upstairs
Locke: Has any post come yet darlin'?
Princess glances down to the floor by the entrance to the vic. There is one letter and a postcard with a picture of a beach on the front. Princess drifts over to the letters and picks them up, examining the postcard - it's from Vicky, her sister. She opens the other letter and pulls out a letter from the court titled: "RE: Child custody hearing". She smirks as she reads through the letter.
Locke: OI! You still alive down there?
She sniggers
Princess: Yepp... be right up!
She smiles before skipping through the pub and upstairs in glee.

Gypsygoth, Ukturtle and Harry's house
Gypsygoth is still in bed asleep. Ukturtle comes into the room with a cup of tea. He puts it down on the bedside cabinet before waking Gypsygoth up. She sits up slowly, adjusting her eyes to the light
Ukturtle: I managed to get a sub from my boss this morning - we've got tea and some electric but that's all I could haggle out of him.
Gypsygoth yawns
Ukturtle: I'm sorry babe...
She sighs.
Gypsygoth: Don't be. I was in a mood.
Ukturtle strokes her hair.
Gypsygoth: Babe, can you take Harry to school today? I've got a headache..
Ukturtle grins.
Ukturtle: Of course I will.. you go back to sleep.
She smiles and he kisses her on the forehead before leaving.

Ninastar, Smithy and Niall's flat
Smithy is stood by the door, reading a letter identical to the one the Princess was hearing. He shakes his head in anger and looks over at Niall who is eating cornflakes on the sofa. His anger turns to sadness at the thought of losing his child. He hides the letter under the sofa before Ninastar comes out of the bathroom in just a towel.
Smithy: Morning...
She doesn't respond, instead she sprawls herself across a sofa before lighting up a cigarette. She inhales it and then blows it over in Nialls direction. Niall waves his arms in the air.
Niall: Eugh! You dirty skank - you stink!
Ninastar: Oh shut it, squirt.
Smithy looks over at Niall.
Smithy: Eh, mind your language, you..
Ninastar sniggers. Smithy glances over at her.
Smithy: Problem?
Ninastar continues to snigger.
Ninastar: Er, he's 13 years old babe - when I was his age I'd already been smoking for 2 years and was in m'a second sexual relationship! So what!? Give 'im a bit of space, Christ!
Smithy looks back down at the letter and shakes his head, doubtful.

Gypsygoth, Ukturtle and Harry's house
The door closes as Ukturtle and Harry leave on their way to school. Gypsygoth jumps out of bed and runs down the stairs. She opens up a draw and pulls out the envelope full of cash. She flicks through it and smiles. She goes out to the fridge and pulls off a piece of paper with big red writing all over it saying: "Final Warning". She counts out the money in her head - £200, before looking at the final bill total - £1512.55. She frowns, but knows what she needs to do. She pulls out her phone and the number given to her by the hooded figure and starts to dial in the number. Her finger hovers over the cancel button as she deliberates what she is about to do, but a small picture of Harry appears in the corner of her eye and she makes up her mind, pressing the green 'ring' button.

this is better than the actual Eastenders, omg can i have like a small role of working in the Queen Vic or something :amazed:

poor GypsyGoth :(

omg are me and smithy a couple?
Im such a bad mum.

Caitlin you bitch. How dare you blow cigarette smoke in my face like that. *Phones NSPCC* :mad:

shut up, you told me i stink. clearly you deserve it

Skank. http://www.greendaycommunity.org/For.../Dark/hmph.png

Caitlin's worst nightmare.....being a terrible mum

Tibbenders..... caitlin is a terrible mum :joker:

Good read Lewis :bigsmile:

Agreed :hugesmile:

I'm married to a *****. :sad:

GG how could you, I'm so loving, I even stroked your hair. :bawling:

This is brilliant.