|The following preview has been approved for all audiences ...
||[Nov. 9th, 2009|11:56 pm]
CoX Fan Art and Fan Fiction
From the people that brought you “At the Museum,” “Caught!” and “Just Another Day in Paragon City” … |
Epic, dramatic, orchestral Hans Zimmer style music.
Poster-type shots of the Freedom Phalanx, the Young Paragons, the Liberty Alliance.
The voice of Zenith Meridian, solemn, rich with timbre and gravitas: “Our world is one of heroes. Of the struggle to bring law and justice to a troubled society.”
Sweeping aerial pan of Atlas Park, the statues, the skyline, zooming in on the flag waving atop City Hall.
Zenith Meridian, voice-over: “There are some dangers that can be faced.”
Image/video montage: Lord Recluse ranting, Council soldiers in formation, Tyrant Nadir looking malevolent, Countess Crey looking cold, Lord Nemesis addressing his troops.
Zenith Meridian, voice-over: “There are some battles that can be won.”
Image/video montage: The Aspirant taking down a Rikti dropship, Star Amethyst confronting Nightstar, both of them dogfighting the Luftwaffe.
Zenith Meridian, voice-over: “But there are some forces that not even the best heroes can fight forever.”
Then, in the darkness:
A low murmur. “Amelia …”
A soft whisper. “Arthur …”
Closeup of slender fingers smoothing blond hair.
Music again, instrumental, Taylor Swift’s ‘You Belong With Me.’
From-behind shot of a ponytailed girl in a bathroom, slipping out of a purple shirt. Bare, creamy shoulders and thin white silky spaghetti straps.
Arthur: “I, uh, don’t know if … if my mom would be exactly wild about us being, uh, here … like … um … this. You know. Alone. Together.”
Steam-fogged glass door, hissing water, glimpse of a lean, muscular male figure in the shower.
Backlit silhouette of a girl in a doorway. Wearing something satiny, and short.
Amelia: “I’m here. I’m staying.”
The two of them face-to-face, inches apart, laughing … which then turns to a moment of blushing realization and awareness.
Closeup of linked hands, clasping, holding.
Amelia: “We should …”
Closeup of blue eyes, his, dreamy yet serious.
Closeup of brown eyes, hers, wide and heartfelt.
Arthur: “How does this thing come off, anyway?”
Amelia: “It hooks in the back.”
Rumpled sheets and blankets.
Closeup of him nuzzling the top of her head, laying his cheek against her hair, smiling.
The sound of a gasp, a sigh, a breath. “Oh …”
An all-new feature-length fic.
Written by Christine, directed by Skystreak.
A Homewrecker Studios production.
Coming soon to a screen near you.