Fallen Angels of Oolong St. - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: "My Girl, My Crime"
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——Welcome to your new hell.
In the fallen angel slums of Oolong Street, immortality is just a memory. After their paradise was seized by a cruel queen, the angels—now stripped of eternal life—cling to a black-market Elixir to stay alive.
One low-ranking gang member hustling fake Elixirs finds himself cornered into a shady deal with a man even more suspicious than he is—an arrogant jerk who claims to be an enforcer for the Queen’s elite watchdogs, O.R.D.E.R.Not sure where to start? Check out the Archive ❐
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FADE IN:
EXT. PUB - EVENING
The sun’s going down. A neon sign for a pub glows in the dusk. Inside, the TV blares.
MAN (ON TV)
Scared of dying, my precious little angels?
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INT. PUB - EVENING
The bar’s dim and gritty. The TV keeps talking over the clink of glasses.
MAN (ON TV, CONT’D)
Then drink this! Vitality in a vial! Guaranteed life extension!
A flashy ampoule glints across the screen.
MAN (ON TV, CONT’D)
Queen-Grade Elixir!
A man in the commercial—handsome and smiling—holds up the ampoule with gleaming teeth.
MAN (ON TV, CONT’D)
Available only at certified sellers!
Watching the screen, Zeke stands at the bar, pint in hand, glaring through his glasses.
MAN (ON TV, CONT’D)
No cash? No problem. Easy post-pay options for eternal youth!
DING! A warning chime sounds.
ANNOUNCER (ON TV)
Please repay responsibly.
A shadow falls over Zeke as a woman’s voice cuts in—mocking, sultry.
GIRL (O.S.)
Buzzkill. I didn’t come to a bar to see ORDER’s poster boy.
Zeke glances toward the voice: a gorgeous woman—dressed to kill—nursing a margarita at the counter.
He’s mesmerized. The girl, however, is mid-rant.
GIRL
Selling your soul to the Queen—working for the bitch who stole our immortality...
Two shot glasses land on the bar. Looks like Zeke ordered them.
ZEKE
Hearing that crap makes my drink taste worse. Still... without elixirs, we don’t even live normal lifespans.
Zeke slides one of the shots her way, trying to act cool.
ZEKE (CONT’D)
To new hells, I guess.
The girl smirks and clinks her glass with his.
GIRL
Bottoms up.
Ching! They toast.
GIRL (CONT’D)
Hey, mister. What say we make tonight interesting?
Zeke spews his drink in shock.
ZEKE
M–Me!?
He wipes his mouth, face bright red. But realization dawns-She’s a hooker. His vibe drops.
ZEKE (CONT’D)
...How much?
GIRL
Whoa, relax! This isn’t business.
Zeke panics, suspicious but hopeful.
ZEKE
R-Really...!?
But then he tries to pull himself together—
ZEKE (CONT’D)
I mean, w-we just met...! Maybe, like, movies first? Pizza? Get to know each other...? But, uh, if you insist, then I’m... totally cool with that...
GIRL
Awww, you’re serious. That’s adorable.
Then, suddenly wistful—
GIRL (CONT’D)
Wish my ex was more like you...
Zeke watches her, concern creeping in.
GIRL (CONT’D)
He left me with a pile of Elixir debt. Can’t run from the ORDER’s collectors forever.
Her smile twists bitterly.
GIRL (CONT’D)
Might have to start selling my body...
ZEKE
(no hesitation)
No way in hell I’m letting my girl do that!
He shoves a wad of cash into her hands. Where did he even pull that from?
ZEKE (CONT’D)
Take it!
GIRL
...Thanks, but that’s not gonna fix everything.
ZEKE
That’s just what I have on me. I’ll cover the rest too.
He leans in, dead serious. She eyes him sharply for a moment.
GIRL
...So. What do you do, mister?
EXT. HOTEL – EVENING
INT. HOTEL ROOM – EVENING
The door slams shut behind them. A case lands on the bed with a thud.
ZEKE
Take a look.
The girl opens the case—
GIRL
...!
Inside: rows of glinting ampoules.
GIRL (CONT’D)
Elixirs!?
Zeke stands beside her, smug.
ZEKE
Fakes. Good ones.
Sell ‘em, and you’ll never need to work another day in your life.
Then, quieter—maybe trying to convince himself too.
ZEKE (CONT’D)
This world’s a piece of crap. So screw it—we’ll be the ones doing the stealing for once. Stick it to the Queen’s lapdogs.
He grabs her shoulders, gently now.
ZEKE (CONT’D)
If you’re gonna get dirty, don’t do it for nothing.
(blushing)
You’re... too good for—
BANG! The door crashes open.
ZEKE (CONT’D)
—What the hell!?
He falls hard on his ass, choking on the dust. As it settles—he looks up straight into the barrel of a gun. It’s glowing red.
REDHEAD
Evening, folks.
A short man with a creepy grin stands before Zeke.
REDHEAD (CONT’D)
Here's the lapdog.
From under his tousled red bangs, a glint in his eye.
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Chapter 1: "My Girl, My Crime"
TO BE CONTINUED...
