Post by Freddie "Dick Fingers" McGavin on Aug 3, 2011 13:04:46 GMT -5
Beofre the scene opens, sound can be heard, sounds of a busy area with lots of shouting. As the scene fades in, we can see that the sound belongs to a busy street market. Everywhere you look, there is someone trying to flog their wares to passers by, and loud cockney voices can be heard shouting their latest deals and offers the the uneducated public. The cameraman walks down this street, taking in everything that is going on; he moves the camera in close to one seller who is haggling with a old, short, fat lady, who seems to think this man's deals on a certain novelty toilet roll holder are terrible. Both are shouting in thick cockney accents.
Lady: "These deals are terrible, luv!"
Seller: "These deals aren't terrible- they are gems! You tell me where you would find craftsmanship like this anywhere in this country!"
Lady: "Craftsmanship? IT'S A BLOODY TOILET ROLL HOLDER!"
Seller: "A toilet roll holder once owned by Princess Katherine, my dear! Just imagine, you are sat on the loo with this beside you... it's like having Kate right there with you."
Lady: "Why would I want Princess Katherine in my lavatory while I'm doing my business?"
Seller: "The bigger question is, why wouldn't you? I know I would. Nudge nudge, wink wink..."
Lady: "Good point. I'll take it."
Seller: "Fifty quid."
The lady parts with two twenty pound notes and a ten pound note, handing over to the extremely pleased trader. As she departs with her new found gem of a toilet roll holder, he pockets the cash, muttering to himself. "Kushty". Noticing the cameraman's presence, the trader's sly grin immediately turns in to a warm one, as he welcomes the viewers and begins to walk down the busy street of con artists and dodgy dealers.
Seller: "Ah, wotcher! I didn't see you there. The name's Freddie McGavin, but you can call me Dick Fingers. It's a long story, don't bother asking. What you just saw there is how I ply my trade and make my living. You see, these fine folk are a gullible bunch. Feed them anything, and they will happily eat it up. I could tell them that it's pouring down right now, even though it's as hot as the Sahara. Go on, look up and show everyone how sunny it is!"
The cameraman heeds this request, and tilts the camera upwards in to the clear blue sky, signifying that there is absolutely zero chance of rain. After a second or so, the camera is tilted back down to Freddie, who appears to be holding a wallet with a toothy grin on his mug. Waving it about gleefully, Dick Fingers speaks once more.
Freddie: "Missing your wallet, my good man?"
Behind camera, the sound of someone slapping their pockets can be heard, before a sigh emits from the camera operator as the camera tilts up and down in a nodding motion.
Freddie: "Thought so. You, my friend, just fell foul to the art of persuasion. In the last minute or so, you've beared witness to two occurances of the art of persuasion. You tell the folk what they want to hear, and they leave their doors wide open for you to simply lob in a command. Kinda like those computer hackers, but without all the fancy technology tosh. It's simple to do, if you know how. But it's something you need to learn if you want to make it out of this sesspit. I've lived my life on the breadline: only just scraping by, eating cabbage soup in times of hardship, walking around in blankets to get by without heating. That alone makes me more of a man than those patsies and primadonnas in Glory and Honor Wrestling. I've done my research, and I have seen how you all leave yourselves wide open to persuasion. The mind is a fickle mistress, ladies and gentlemen, and she willleave you at the drop of a hat if she is told all the right things. I know, because that's how I have made my living. And soon, I will be bringing that living to GHW. I will set up stall, and you can believe me when I say I will profit at your expense. You will be hearing from me again soon enough, but for now, we must part. GHW will need to watch out, when Dick Fingers is about."
Freddie flashes a grin at the camera, before rummaging in to the wallet he just swiped and pulling out a fistful of American Dollars.
Freddie: "This'll do for an appearance fee, I guess."
At that moment, a youngish looking man walks past McGavin. Sensing another oppurtunity for a sale, Freddie gives chase to the male, shouting after him as the scene fades out.
Freddie: "Hey mate! How would you like to purchase a one-of-a-kind pure Indian leather wallet? It got approval from the Maharaja himself!"
EOT
Comments are appreciated!
Lady: "These deals are terrible, luv!"
Seller: "These deals aren't terrible- they are gems! You tell me where you would find craftsmanship like this anywhere in this country!"
Lady: "Craftsmanship? IT'S A BLOODY TOILET ROLL HOLDER!"
Seller: "A toilet roll holder once owned by Princess Katherine, my dear! Just imagine, you are sat on the loo with this beside you... it's like having Kate right there with you."
Lady: "Why would I want Princess Katherine in my lavatory while I'm doing my business?"
Seller: "The bigger question is, why wouldn't you? I know I would. Nudge nudge, wink wink..."
Lady: "Good point. I'll take it."
Seller: "Fifty quid."
The lady parts with two twenty pound notes and a ten pound note, handing over to the extremely pleased trader. As she departs with her new found gem of a toilet roll holder, he pockets the cash, muttering to himself. "Kushty". Noticing the cameraman's presence, the trader's sly grin immediately turns in to a warm one, as he welcomes the viewers and begins to walk down the busy street of con artists and dodgy dealers.
Seller: "Ah, wotcher! I didn't see you there. The name's Freddie McGavin, but you can call me Dick Fingers. It's a long story, don't bother asking. What you just saw there is how I ply my trade and make my living. You see, these fine folk are a gullible bunch. Feed them anything, and they will happily eat it up. I could tell them that it's pouring down right now, even though it's as hot as the Sahara. Go on, look up and show everyone how sunny it is!"
The cameraman heeds this request, and tilts the camera upwards in to the clear blue sky, signifying that there is absolutely zero chance of rain. After a second or so, the camera is tilted back down to Freddie, who appears to be holding a wallet with a toothy grin on his mug. Waving it about gleefully, Dick Fingers speaks once more.
Freddie: "Missing your wallet, my good man?"
Behind camera, the sound of someone slapping their pockets can be heard, before a sigh emits from the camera operator as the camera tilts up and down in a nodding motion.
Freddie: "Thought so. You, my friend, just fell foul to the art of persuasion. In the last minute or so, you've beared witness to two occurances of the art of persuasion. You tell the folk what they want to hear, and they leave their doors wide open for you to simply lob in a command. Kinda like those computer hackers, but without all the fancy technology tosh. It's simple to do, if you know how. But it's something you need to learn if you want to make it out of this sesspit. I've lived my life on the breadline: only just scraping by, eating cabbage soup in times of hardship, walking around in blankets to get by without heating. That alone makes me more of a man than those patsies and primadonnas in Glory and Honor Wrestling. I've done my research, and I have seen how you all leave yourselves wide open to persuasion. The mind is a fickle mistress, ladies and gentlemen, and she willleave you at the drop of a hat if she is told all the right things. I know, because that's how I have made my living. And soon, I will be bringing that living to GHW. I will set up stall, and you can believe me when I say I will profit at your expense. You will be hearing from me again soon enough, but for now, we must part. GHW will need to watch out, when Dick Fingers is about."
Freddie flashes a grin at the camera, before rummaging in to the wallet he just swiped and pulling out a fistful of American Dollars.
Freddie: "This'll do for an appearance fee, I guess."
At that moment, a youngish looking man walks past McGavin. Sensing another oppurtunity for a sale, Freddie gives chase to the male, shouting after him as the scene fades out.
Freddie: "Hey mate! How would you like to purchase a one-of-a-kind pure Indian leather wallet? It got approval from the Maharaja himself!"
EOT
Comments are appreciated!