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---SUPERNATURALS---
     EPISODE 1:
     Freaky Fortunes

“Hey, look at that.”
“Hey look at what?” Kevin asked Dillon.
“At that! At them!” His friend pointed wildly at something.
“It’s rude to point you know.” Kev responded without turning to see.
“Will you just look, man?”
Kevin glanced over his shoulder at two girls neither boy had seen before. With fleeting interest, he turned back to the open side of the van and busied himself with the two speakers he was trying to fix.
“What’s your point?” he asked.
“Hot, aren’t they?”
Kevin sighed, looked over his shoulder at the girls to decide definitively, and then up at his friend.
“Yes,” he admitted, “but you’re impressed by any pretty girl who can walk and talk.”
“She doesn’t have to talk,” his friend mused.
“Oh, but how will she tell you how wonderful you are?” he asked, not attempting to hide his sarcasm.
But his friend, not very bright, took him seriously.
“Oh yeah, good point.”
Kevin rolled his eyes, and remained crouched in front of the speakers. Dillon, to his friend’s relief, quietly scribbled on a note pad.
It wasn’t that Kevin didn’t like talking to Dillon, Kev was just being a little short with him today because they had been working- well, Kev had been working and Dill had been ‘helping’- to all hours last night on a third speaker for a client who thought time was money and didn’t want to waste either on them. It was just a Summer job, something to fill the long months before college started in the Fall, but Kev needed the money.
And on top of that, some big dog had bit Kevin on his way home. It hadn’t been serious, just a graze really. Kev had managed to kick it away, it didn’t put up much of a fight and seemed to be injured. Kev had felt kind of bad for it, but the tetanus and rabies shots he’d had to sit through in hospital had all but melted his sympathies. He’d reported the incident and now the police were on the hunt for a fierce, wounded stray. It wasn’t like they had much else to do in the small valley town.
Without warning, Dillon started up the conversation again.
“What do you think of that tiny little blonde one?”
It seemed Dill’s mind hadn’t wandered far. Kevin stood up and took a good look, then frowned.
“Hey!” he replied.
Dill looked between his friend and the blonde several times before he noticed they were about the same height.
“Oh! Sorry man! I mean that really tall blonde, whoa she’s tall, she’s almost as tall as you, I mean whoa.”
Kev smiled appreciatively.
“Thanks, and I suppose she’s sorta cute.”
“’Sorta cute’? Man, your standards are way too high,”
“And I should bring them down to say, your level?”
“Exactly man. If they walk, talk and look pretty, it’s a package deal.”
Kev smiled, shook his head and went back to working.
“Man, what ARE your standards anyway?” Dillon asked, confused, which wasn’t exactly unusual.
“I like my girls with brains.” he responded busily.
“Hey, those are over rated buddy, I should know.”
He sounded so serious that Kevin laughed out loud.
The two girls meanwhile, cousins Lisa-Marie and Jody, were weaving in and out of various small locally-owned stores. A black van parked across the street had caught Lisa-Marie’s eye. Lisa curled a lock of red hair mischievously and grabbed Jody by the elbow.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“Of what?”
“Of them, silly,” she giggled, indicating the van, “I like the tall dumb looking one. What do you think of the shorter one? I like his hair; how it kinda spikes up like that, and that jet black so suits him.” Shivering with delight at the sight of potential prey to her charm, she curled the lock between her fingers over her lips to stop herself planning aloud.
Jody was well used to hearing such things escape her cousin’s mouth, and having to remind her not to say things like that in case she let one slip in front of her parents. They still thought she had no interest in boys and Lisa was quite happy to let them live in blissful ignorance rather than be pestered whenever she tried to go out.
To Jody at least, ‘the tall dumb looking one’ looked like the single dimmest creature on planet Earth. But the other boy, while he looked capable of intelligent conversation, had some strange quality about him that told her he was trouble. Jody had learned to trust this sixth sense, as more often than not, she was right.
“How about we go say hello?” Lisa suggested, oblivious to her friend’s fears.
Not wanting to hear another Lisa-Marie seminar about how sixth senses were a load of nonsense, Jody agreed, and gulped quietly.

“Hi guys,” a voice said to them.
Too busy to care about first impressions with whomever was talking to him, Kevin continued working while he heard Dillon introduce himself badly. Poor Dill had a habit of stuttering or just going blank altogether when he was nervous. Kevin worked as fast as he could without screwing up. He was already behind with his work and while he didn’t want to be rude, he also didn’t want any more delays. He worked on, awaiting the inevitable cue for him to turn and greet the stranger:
“So who’s your friend?”
Wiping his hands on his jeans, Kevin got up and turned to say ‘hey’. He was surprised to see the redhead and the blonde whom Dill had been so obsessed about.
“This is m-my friend, Kiev.”
Kevin gave him a horrified look and Dill slapped his forehead.
“K-Kevin!” he corrected, embarrassed.
Kev gave a shot at rectifying the situation.
“Hey, Kiev, I’m sure you’ve heard of my work with delicious frozen chicken dishes.”
The redhead laughed in a girlishly airy way and shook his hand as he offered it.
“Hi Kevin. This is my friend Jody.”
She stepped aside gracefully and, looking slightly embarrassed, the girl behind her met his eyes.
Zap.
They both felt it, an instant connection as if they could communicate worlds to each other with a look.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” she responded shyly.
‘Sorta cute’ didn’t quite cover it anymore, Kev decided.
Jody’s sixth sense was struggling. She knew he wasn’t trouble just form looking in his eyes, but the element of danger around him still remained. Maybe she should do as Lisa said for once, and forget her sixth sense for now.

“Oh, you don’t wanna go in there.” Dill instructed Lisa-Marie later that afternoon.
“Why not?”
“Terrible prices. You’d be lucky to afford the door mat from that place.”
“How is it,” Kev began, “that you flunked all your final exams at high school, but you remember old girlfriend’s shopping tips?”
“Huh, I dunno,” he shrugged. “…What was I saying again?”
Lisa took his arm and walked with him.
“You could prove invaluable to her, Dillon,” Jody joked.
“Hey!” Dillon replied sharply.
After a moment, he leaned close to Kevin.
“That was an insult, right?”
“No, but it sounds a bit like one, anyone could have made that mistake.” Kevin answered comfortingly.
Dill nodded appreciatively.
“Sorry, and thanks,” he smiled to Jody, before walking ahead with Lisa-Marie.
“You’ll have to excuse my friend, I think he was dropped on his head as a baby.” Kevin leaned close and whispered to Jody.
She giggled quietly in response, enjoying the conspiracy.
“Guys!”
They hurried forwards at Lisa’s call.
“What’s this place?” she asked the boys excitedly.
They had come to the last shop on the corner. It smelled of incense, the windows had violet and partly transparent curtains and the door was a deep red wine colour. The rectangular purple sign above the door read in gold letters:

“  ---SUPERNATURALS--- ”

Lisa-Marie looked closely at the blue square in the corner depicting a brightly coloured shooting star. Jody read the list by the door aloud:
“Supernaturals. Stationary, arts and crafts, occult books, back to school items, magazines. All specially marked down items come with free fortune-cards.”
The boys looked uncomfortable.
“Lets go in!” Lisa-Marie beamed eagerly.
But before she could enter, Dillon caught her arm and, gently tugging her back, whispered to her and the group.
“The guy who runs this store is a wacko. He used to have an occult store, but it got shut down after complaints from customers. I know a few people who’ve been in there,” he nodded towards the store, “They say he stares at you like he’s trying to read your mind or something. And if you buy one of those ‘marked down items’, he gives you this business card with creepy little poems on them that tell your future, like fortune cookies, and above his number, he’ll write ‘shriek if you need me’ or something like that. Nobody knows what the stupid poems mean until they come true. And you know what else? They always come true, and they’re always bad.”
He looked intensely at the others for effect.
“Wow,” Lisa breathed. “That is so cool, lets go!”
Before the gang could catch her, she was in the store with a little jangle from the bell above the door. They nervously followed.

Description
---SUPERNATURALS---
     EPISODE 1:
     Freaky Fortunes

“Hey, look at that.”
“Hey look at what?” Kevin asked Dillon.
“At that! At them!” His friend pointed wildly at something.
“It’s rude to point you know.” Kev responded without turning to see.
“Will you just look, man?”
Kevin glanced over his shoulder at two girls neither boy had seen before. With fleeting interest, he turned back to the open side of the van and busied himself with the two speakers he was trying to fix.
“What’s your point?” he asked.
“Hot, aren’t they?”
Kevin sighed, looked over his shoulder at the girls to decide definitively, and then up at his friend.
“Yes,” he admitted, “but you’re impressed by any pretty girl who can walk and talk.”
“She doesn’t have to talk,” his friend mused.
“Oh, but how will she tell you how wonderful you are?” he asked, not attempting to hide his sarcasm.
But his friend, not very bright, took him seriously.
“Oh yeah, good point.”
Kevin rolled his eyes, and remained crouched in front of the speakers. Dillon, to his friend’s relief, quietly scribbled on a note pad.
It wasn’t that Kevin didn’t like talking to Dillon, Kev was just being a little short with him today because they had been working- well, Kev had been working and Dill had been ‘helping’- to all hours last night on a third speaker for a client who thought time was money and didn’t want to waste either on them. It was just a Summer job, something to fill the long months before college started in the Fall, but Kev needed the money.
And on top of that, some big dog had bit Kevin on his way home. It hadn’t been serious, just a graze really. Kev had managed to kick it away, it didn’t put up much of a fight and seemed to be injured. Kev had felt kind of bad for it, but the tetanus and rabies shots he’d had to sit through in hospital had all but melted his sympathies. He’d reported the incident and now the police were on the hunt for a fierce, wounded stray. It wasn’t like they had much else to do in the small valley town.
Without warning, Dillon started up the conversation again.
“What do you think of that tiny little blonde one?”
It seemed Dill’s mind hadn’t wandered far. Kevin stood up and took a good look, then frowned.
“Hey!” he replied.
Dill looked between his friend and the blonde several times before he noticed they were about the same height.
“Oh! Sorry man! I mean that really tall blonde, whoa she’s tall, she’s almost as tall as you, I mean whoa.”
Kev smiled appreciatively.
“Thanks, and I suppose she’s sorta cute.”
“’Sorta cute’? Man, your standards are way too high,”
“And I should bring them down to say, your level?”
“Exactly man. If they walk, talk and look pretty, it’s a package deal.”
Kev smiled, shook his head and went back to working.
“Man, what ARE your standards anyway?” Dillon asked, confused, which wasn’t exactly unusual.
“I like my girls with brains.” he responded busily.
“Hey, those are over rated buddy, I should know.”
He sounded so serious that Kevin laughed out loud.
The two girls meanwhile, cousins Lisa-Marie and Jody, were weaving in and out of various small locally-owned stores. A black van parked across the street had caught Lisa-Marie’s eye. Lisa curled a lock of red hair mischievously and grabbed Jody by the elbow.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“Of what?”
“Of them, silly,” she giggled, indicating the van, “I like the tall dumb looking one. What do you think of the shorter one? I like his hair; how it kinda spikes up like that, and that jet black so suits him.” Shivering with delight at the sight of potential prey to her charm, she curled the lock between her fingers over her lips to stop herself planning aloud.
Jody was well used to hearing such things escape her cousin’s mouth, and having to remind her not to say things like that in case she let one slip in front of her parents. They still thought she had no interest in boys and Lisa was quite happy to let them live in blissful ignorance rather than be pestered whenever she tried to go out.
To Jody at least, ‘the tall dumb looking one’ looked like the single dimmest creature on planet Earth. But the other boy, while he looked capable of intelligent conversation, had some strange quality about him that told her he was trouble. Jody had learned to trust this sixth sense, as more often than not, she was right.
“How about we go say hello?” Lisa suggested, oblivious to her friend’s fears.
Not wanting to hear another Lisa-Marie seminar about how sixth senses were a load of nonsense, Jody agreed, and gulped quietly.

“Hi guys,” a voice said to them.
Too busy to care about first impressions with whomever was talking to him, Kevin continued working while he heard Dillon introduce himself badly. Poor Dill had a habit of stuttering or just going blank altogether when he was nervous. Kevin worked as fast as he could without screwing up. He was already behind with his work and while he didn’t want to be rude, he also didn’t want any more delays. He worked on, awaiting the inevitable cue for him to turn and greet the stranger:
“So who’s your friend?”
Wiping his hands on his jeans, Kevin got up and turned to say ‘hey’. He was surprised to see the redhead and the blonde whom Dill had been so obsessed about.
“This is m-my friend, Kiev.”
Kevin gave him a horrified look and Dill slapped his forehead.
“K-Kevin!” he corrected, embarrassed.
Kev gave a shot at rectifying the situation.
“Hey, Kiev, I’m sure you’ve heard of my work with delicious frozen chicken dishes.”
The redhead laughed in a girlishly airy way and shook his hand as he offered it.
“Hi Kevin. This is my friend Jody.”
She stepped aside gracefully and, looking slightly embarrassed, the girl behind her met his eyes.
Zap.
They both felt it, an instant connection as if they could communicate worlds to each other with a look.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” she responded shyly.
‘Sorta cute’ didn’t quite cover it anymore, Kev decided.
Jody’s sixth sense was struggling. She knew he wasn’t trouble just form looking in his eyes, but the element of danger around him still remained. Maybe she should do as Lisa said for once, and forget her sixth sense for now.

“Oh, you don’t wanna go in there.” Dill instructed Lisa-Marie later that afternoon.
“Why not?”
“Terrible prices. You’d be lucky to afford the door mat from that place.”
“How is it,” Kev began, “that you flunked all your final exams at high school, but you remember old girlfriend’s shopping tips?”
“Huh, I dunno,” he shrugged. “…What was I saying again?”
Lisa took his arm and walked with him.
“You could prove invaluable to her, Dillon,” Jody joked.
“Hey!” Dillon replied sharply.
After a moment, he leaned close to Kevin.
“That was an insult, right?”
“No, but it sounds a bit like one, anyone could have made that mistake.” Kevin answered comfortingly.
Dill nodded appreciatively.
“Sorry, and thanks,” he smiled to Jody, before walking ahead with Lisa-Marie.
“You’ll have to excuse my friend, I think he was dropped on his head as a baby.” Kevin leaned close and whispered to Jody.
She giggled quietly in response, enjoying the conspiracy.
“Guys!”
They hurried forwards at Lisa’s call.
“What’s this place?” she asked the boys excitedly.
They had come to the last shop on the corner. It smelled of incense, the windows had violet and partly transparent curtains and the door was a deep red wine colour. The rectangular purple sign above the door read in gold letters:

“  ---SUPERNATURALS--- ”

Lisa-Marie looked closely at the blue square in the corner depicting a brightly coloured shooting star. Jody read the list by the door aloud:
“Supernaturals. Stationary, arts and crafts, occult books, back to school items, magazines. All specially marked down items come with free fortune-cards.”
The boys looked uncomfortable.
“Lets go in!” Lisa-Marie beamed eagerly.
But before she could enter, Dillon caught her arm and, gently tugging her back, whispered to her and the group.
“The guy who runs this store is a wacko. He used to have an occult store, but it got shut down after complaints from customers. I know a few people who’ve been in there,” he nodded towards the store, “They say he stares at you like he’s trying to read your mind or something. And if you buy one of those ‘marked down items’, he gives you this business card with creepy little poems on them that tell your future, like fortune cookies, and above his number, he’ll write ‘shriek if you need me’ or something like that. Nobody knows what the stupid poems mean until they come true. And you know what else? They always come true, and they’re always bad.”
He looked intensely at the others for effect.
“Wow,” Lisa breathed. “That is so cool, lets go!”
Before the gang could catch her, she was in the store with a little jangle from the bell above the door. They nervously followed.