Post by Ryan Latorren on Feb 19, 2013 13:21:26 GMT -8
A small, leather-bound black book, with random sketches, some short, one-page scripts, and a few pages torn out. It's actually quite messy...
--/--/12 (pre-outbreak)
A police officer from the year 2040 finds himself thrust back into present-day Chicago, and must work together with the CPD to stop time-jumping mercenaries from causing a complete criminal takeover of the city.
Okay, maybe it's not James Cameron material. Jack had a fit over the time-travel shit. Said it wasn't scientificly accurate... isn't that the point of sci-fi, though? All the same, we'd never have the budget to do something like this, but it's creativity for creativity's sake, I guess.
--/--/12 (pre-outbreak)
Oscar got a call from back home. Which is weird in itself, since nobody back home calls us out here, except for Jack's sister. But I guess his mom finally passed on. I'm willing to bet that he's feeling like hell right now; he hadn't talked to her in years and he doesn't have the money to leave. His dad sounds pissed as hell.
Maybe I should give Dad a call. It's been about two months since we talked. Not that either of us are really in any hurry to chat, but I think I should at least let him know what's going on out here. I don't know.
--/--/12 (day of)
Well, this has been a hell of a day. One of our actors got pissed off on set and knocked over a bunch of lighting equipment, which happened to cost a small fortune, I'd assume. Not sure, really, but that stuff was rental. Don't know how we're going to pay for that and medical bills. Oh, did I mention that shit fell on me and snapped my shoulder out? Arm's all busted up, too. Ow.
Can't hardly move my left forearm, shoulder feels like it's going to fall off. I think the nurse said they were going to wait a few hours for the swelling to go down before they put the brace and cast on. At least I don't need any major surgery; that shit's expensive. Like lighting equipment.
I suppose it could be worse. Saw a news report this morning that there's some kind of flu spreading like wildfire through most of the country. Ten bucks says they let me out and I come back the next day tossing my lunch. Or dead. Hate hospitals.