Do-Nothing No-Place
(or, Untitled Craig Robinson Project)
ISLAND PRIEST BRAINWASHES blackjack.
We FOLLOW BLACKJACK OUT...its a morning scene. the dew from the foliage is soaking our arms & shirts as we wend our way thru the jungle...
Leaves of a coconut palm flutter in the wind, sun behind, piercing thru, almost blinding, not painful however.
Warm.
An unqualified sense of bliss for whomever is having this vision.
Deserted island in an unguessable ocean.
Smell of a fire burning somewhere near.
Thru the dense jungle-like fauna, a young girl scampers, chased by a young boy, each dressed as though they were natives to the island, untouched by--
A rich, deep, dark, subtly honeyed male voice, possibly a smoker, speaks over this idyllic scene. The voice is as ominous as it is authoritative (as it is creepy):
“You will bring me seven girls & six boys. The numbers are non-negotiable.”
& then there is a smack, as of a stone upon another stone.
We become absorbed in a shared vision. In the vision, there are seven girls & six boys running around in a circle around a bonfire on the beach.
The sun falls below a tree branch & we are bathed in orange.
There is thunder.
Another smack. A storm approaches.
“When you awake, you will think of nothing other than that with which you have been charged. Your mission will become indistinguishable from who you are. Once you have successfully completed your mission, you will be allowed to return to this beach, to live happily for the rest of your years.”
Another smack.
“Do you understand your charge? Your mission?”
“Seven girls. Yah. Six boys, yeah. This seems most feasible,” replies a voice with more than a hint of a Jamaican or East Indian accent, muffled by years, possibly decades in the West.
Another smack.
“Now...on the third mark, you shall awake. You will remember nothing of this until you are activated. Your activation will occur upon your foot touching down outside of the sacred ground of this church. Will you make this so?”
“Yes, father.”
Smack.
“You are letting go. You are appreciative. You are joyful. You are free.”
Smack.
“You are grateful. You are love. You are your mission. Seven girls. Six boys.”
Smack.
Cut TO SUBURGATORY.
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