Mary Mowing looked at the sign outside the community theater where she was
playing the role of Scarlet O'Hara in IGone With the Wind./I
'Trick or Treaters Wanted!' the sign exclaimed in letters shaped like
toumbstones. The sign
itself was haunting to look at, with it's background of monsters who looked
like they had been tortured beond life and through death. The details of
contest were written in red paint... or was it blood? Mary felt a shiver
down her spine. Scary stuff like this freaked her out, but at the same time
it excited her. She tore down the poster, tucked it under her arm, and
"Are we done with this stupid scene yet? I want to get on with my kung foo
scene!! I WANNA SHOOT THE KUNG FOO SCENE!!! WAHH!!" The rather large, short
boy (named Jason Morris) had began to throw a temper tantrum. He rose from
his director's chair and rushed into his huge trailer.
Sitting on his king sized bed, he questioned his exasperated agent (for the
twelfth or so time)
why he wasn't in this scene. Instead of answering, she just handed him a
posters for consideration as advirtisements he could endorse. Jason was
tearing through the stack, sorting them into piles, when a poster caught
eye. It reminded him of his first movie, I Lil' Big Boy and the Haunted
Castle/I, because of the haunting design. "Trick or Treaters Wanted" It
proclaimed. He tucked it into his pocked and hurried to inform his agent of
the date and time of auditions.
New York City, New York
I"These subways stink!"/I Alexander sighed, looking at his scrubbed
face in the
smudged window. His bright blue eyes stood out from the grime. He staggered
towards a plastic seat and pulled out the bagel he had brought for lunch,
slowly pulling it apart and tucking the pieces into his mouth. He glanced
his subway map that lay crumpled on top of his few clothes in his
three-year-old faded green backpack and glanced at when the stop for
Park came up on the red line, which he was riding.
The train screeched to a
halt, it's doors opening to the grateful sight of the trees and grass in
Central Park, just a stairway away. He patiently waited his turn as the
large men with breifcases pushed their way out the door. He was in no
He finially stepped off the dingy subway and into the sunlight. Blinking a
few times to adjust his eyes, he strode confidently into the park.
knew one thing from living in New York for twelve years, he knew never to
look lost, confused helpless or rich. He ducked under one of the bridges
sat, waiting for there to be no one around. When no one was there, he
emptied the contents of his pockets. A few sticks of gum (who knew how
old...), some crumpled bills and coins that toteled $178.38, a map of the
New York subway, a postcard from a pretty young girl, and the poster. It
immediatly caught his eye in the subway a few days ago. Ever since he had
been plotting this scheme to run away, he had been saving help wanted
posters. This was the only one he really liked, although there were more in
his backpack. It was advertising for trick-or-treaters, which had struck
as odd, but it was something he was good at, and it would give him a start
before he could launch his writing career. He stuffed everything but the
poster and 32 cents into his pockets and hurried to the pay phone.
Disclaimer: I own everything in this story!! Muahahahahahahhahaha! Oh,
besides Gone With the Wind and Central Park... and Hollywood... but thats
A/N: Even though this is not yet a NBC fic, it will be soon!
*smiles evily* Maybe the next chapter... more of the different places
up soon... until ch 3! Heehehe! BTW, for all of the people who read The
current and former pumpkin kings, by your?s truly, I LOVE YOU ALL!!(ASGT:
That's slashy for ya!) for
those of you who haven't, READ NOW! Heehee! I love you all anywayz! Byebye!