A/N: I must confess. I do not watch a lot of movies. Hard for me to sit still. However, since I didn't write a entry in last months CPBC, I thought I really should write something for this one. So I picked my favorite movie, then my favorite scene. Not my best work...but hey, it's something. BTW, Robert Kirby is Cullen's boss on the show. (I looked it up.) Oh, and sorry...this is super short.
Title: I Make This Look Good
CPBC for March.
Movie: Men In Black
Summary: Do I really need one?
Disclaimer: Yeah, um, well, hate to tell you, but I don't own BONES or MIB. I know...shocking!
The room was white. Everything was white-- white floors, white walls, white ceiling. Even the rows of lockers were white. Seeley Booth found the whole place somewhat…creepy. His thoughts were shattered by the voice of Kirby. "From now on, you'll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by MIB Special Services." Booth reached out and opened one of the white lockers. Inside he found clothes in a hard contrast to the room--black. A black suit, a black, sunshades with black lenses and a pair of shiny black shoes. He looked around the room for a moment, and then reached in for the garments.
As Booth went over his new attire, Cullen sat at a computer terminal. On screen are Booth's birth certificate, driver's license, social security card, library card, everything that made him Booth. With a few stokes of his figures, and the screen went blank. Booth never existed.
Kirby's voice continued with his instructions, "You'll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you, get approval for any expenditure over a hundred dollars." Booth stood in a cramped white stall. What's with everything being white? he asked himself. He carefully held out both his hands and placed them on a ten-fingered keypad. As he pressed down on the pad, it began to glow red. Booth looked down when the pad began to make noise and the grimaced. A laser tracks his fingerprints, changing them--deleting them. Booth pulled his hands away, and listened as Kirby went on. "You will have no identifying marks of any kind. You will not stand out in any way. Your entire image is carefully crafted to leave no lasting memory whatsoever with anyone you encounter."
Booth stood back in the locker room and reached for the black pants. Next he slid on the crisp white shirt. "You're a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist; you were never even born," Kirby's said. As he listened, Booth pulled the black jacket from the hanger, and then grabbed the hat. "Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You are no longer part of 'the system'. We're above the system. Over it. Beyond it." Booth put one foot into a black shoe and then the other. He threaded his belt through the loops of his pants and fastened the buckle. With expert hands, he put the tie around his neck and with quick movements, soon slid the knot into place. "We're 'them'," Kirby said. "We're 'they'. We are the Men in Black." Booth buttoned up his suit jacket and then stepped into the doorway of the locker room. He gave a slight nod to Cullen, who is dressed in the same attire, then reached into his pocket and drew out his sunshades.
"The difference between you and me?" he said, as he slid on the shades. "I make this look good."
Thanks for reading.