Post by The Mad Cabbie on Jun 24, 2011 17:20:15 GMT -6
Joe Jacks: First street, thanks.
(Joe looks up to the driver's seat of the cab, and then quickly looks away. It takes all of his effort to not react to the sight of his driver. The cabbie is huge, and not in the way that ordinary cabbies are huge. Donuts don't do that to people.)
Vladik Vlasov: Ya.
(The sound of his voice, and the intensity in his eyes do nothing to set the passenger at ease. The smallness of the cab, and the smell of the monster driver hit Joe all at the same time, and he's overcome by a sudden urge to slink out of the window unnoticed.)
Joe Jacks: You know, I just remembered, I .. uh..
Vladik Vlasov: Ya.
(The tires of the cab screech loudly as the cabbie slams the pedal to the floor. Joe's head whips back into the seat, only to fly forward a moment later as the cab stops suddenly, only inches from the car in front of it.)
Vladik Vlasov: In America, you drive car.
(The driver's voice is saturated with a heavy Russian accent. Jack opens his mouth to try and respond, but nothing comes out.)
Vladik Vlasov: In Soviet Russia, CAR DRIVE YOU!
(The insane laughter bellowing from the drivers belly drowns out the sound of the tires this time as the cabbie swerves around the car in front of him, and speeds through a red light. The sound of car horns fill the busy streets as the cabbie continues to speed recklessly through traffic. Joe Jacks braces himself for his inevidible death. He's halfway through his desperate prayer for life when the car screeches to another sudden stop. Joe's face mushes into the headrest of the seat in front of him, stunning him momentarily.)
Vladik Vlasov: First Street!
(It takes a moment for Jacks to realize the cabbie wants him to get out. It takes another for Jacks to realize that this is definitely not first street.)
Joe Jacks: What the hell is wrong with you!?
(The huge Russian cab driver smiles a wild eyed, uncomprehending smile that makes Joe's skin crawl. He reaches quickly for the door handle and bursts out into the city. First Street be damned, it was past time to get the hell out of that cab.)
Vladik Vlasov: You pay!
(Jacks turns around anxiously, hoping that the booming voice is coming from inside the cab. His heart sinks when he realizes he's eye level with The Mad Cabbie's enormous chest. Instincts take over, and Joe begins to back up, preparing to make a break for it.)
Joe Jacks: I don't, I mean, this isn't even First Street!
(The driver's face distorts to an ugly scowl. Joe is dying to run, but he's also completely frozen in fear.)
Vladik Vlasov: You pay cab fare!
Joe Jacks: Stay away from me!
(Jacks backs up into the middle of the street, stopping traffic while he fumbles in his pants pocket, trying to pull out his cell phone. After a flash of red in front of him, the insane Russian suddenly has a hold of Joe's collar.)
Vladik Vlasov: YOU PAY CAB FARE!
(For the second time that night, Joe Jacks was sure his death was rapidly approaching. The huge man effortlessly tosses Joe into the side of the cab, and Joe's elbow shatters the back window. He opens his mouth to cry out in pain, but is instantly shouted down by the angry roar coming from the enraged driver.)
Vlaid Vlasov: YOU PAY FOR CAB!
(Joe doesn't think this time. He insantly dashes through parked cars the way a deer flees through a dense forest. He dodges in and out of pedestrians, hoping and praying to put some distance between himself and the lunatic. He turns to find his pursuer, only to realize that he is not being pursued. A crowd of people have gathered around The Mad Cabbie, gawking as he rages against his own car. Another booming, primal scream erupts from the huge man, and Joe does a double take as he watches the cab flip onto it's side. Having seen enough, Joe sets his feet back to the pavement, determined to never see that man again.)
(Joe looks up to the driver's seat of the cab, and then quickly looks away. It takes all of his effort to not react to the sight of his driver. The cabbie is huge, and not in the way that ordinary cabbies are huge. Donuts don't do that to people.)
Vladik Vlasov: Ya.
(The sound of his voice, and the intensity in his eyes do nothing to set the passenger at ease. The smallness of the cab, and the smell of the monster driver hit Joe all at the same time, and he's overcome by a sudden urge to slink out of the window unnoticed.)
Joe Jacks: You know, I just remembered, I .. uh..
Vladik Vlasov: Ya.
(The tires of the cab screech loudly as the cabbie slams the pedal to the floor. Joe's head whips back into the seat, only to fly forward a moment later as the cab stops suddenly, only inches from the car in front of it.)
Vladik Vlasov: In America, you drive car.
(The driver's voice is saturated with a heavy Russian accent. Jack opens his mouth to try and respond, but nothing comes out.)
Vladik Vlasov: In Soviet Russia, CAR DRIVE YOU!
(The insane laughter bellowing from the drivers belly drowns out the sound of the tires this time as the cabbie swerves around the car in front of him, and speeds through a red light. The sound of car horns fill the busy streets as the cabbie continues to speed recklessly through traffic. Joe Jacks braces himself for his inevidible death. He's halfway through his desperate prayer for life when the car screeches to another sudden stop. Joe's face mushes into the headrest of the seat in front of him, stunning him momentarily.)
Vladik Vlasov: First Street!
(It takes a moment for Jacks to realize the cabbie wants him to get out. It takes another for Jacks to realize that this is definitely not first street.)
Joe Jacks: What the hell is wrong with you!?
(The huge Russian cab driver smiles a wild eyed, uncomprehending smile that makes Joe's skin crawl. He reaches quickly for the door handle and bursts out into the city. First Street be damned, it was past time to get the hell out of that cab.)
Vladik Vlasov: You pay!
(Jacks turns around anxiously, hoping that the booming voice is coming from inside the cab. His heart sinks when he realizes he's eye level with The Mad Cabbie's enormous chest. Instincts take over, and Joe begins to back up, preparing to make a break for it.)
Joe Jacks: I don't, I mean, this isn't even First Street!
(The driver's face distorts to an ugly scowl. Joe is dying to run, but he's also completely frozen in fear.)
Vladik Vlasov: You pay cab fare!
Joe Jacks: Stay away from me!
(Jacks backs up into the middle of the street, stopping traffic while he fumbles in his pants pocket, trying to pull out his cell phone. After a flash of red in front of him, the insane Russian suddenly has a hold of Joe's collar.)
Vladik Vlasov: YOU PAY CAB FARE!
(For the second time that night, Joe Jacks was sure his death was rapidly approaching. The huge man effortlessly tosses Joe into the side of the cab, and Joe's elbow shatters the back window. He opens his mouth to cry out in pain, but is instantly shouted down by the angry roar coming from the enraged driver.)
Vlaid Vlasov: YOU PAY FOR CAB!
(Joe doesn't think this time. He insantly dashes through parked cars the way a deer flees through a dense forest. He dodges in and out of pedestrians, hoping and praying to put some distance between himself and the lunatic. He turns to find his pursuer, only to realize that he is not being pursued. A crowd of people have gathered around The Mad Cabbie, gawking as he rages against his own car. Another booming, primal scream erupts from the huge man, and Joe does a double take as he watches the cab flip onto it's side. Having seen enough, Joe sets his feet back to the pavement, determined to never see that man again.)