DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything related to FFVIII... And as much as I would love to own Portishead, I don't. If I did, they would be living in my basement and I could make them play "Humming" whenever I wanted. *sigh*
[INTERIOR. Quistis's dorm.]
[CLOSE UP of Quistis's face. She is sleeping, and- from her serene expression- dreaming well. She licks her lips, smiles, and mumbles incoherently... Suddenly, the phone rings. Trained to be a soft sleeper, she comes awake immediately, still smiling. She pulls herself into a sitting position and stretches, yawning with an exaggerated squeal. She is wearing a t-shirt with the Balamb Garden seal on it, and her hair is pulled back in a scrunchie at the nape of her neck.]
QUISTIS [looking at the clock]
You've got to be shitting me...
[She groans and leans over to answer the phone. She yawns again, and twists her back, then lifts the receiver. She places it to her ear.]
QUISTIS
Quistis.
[She listens for a moment, sticking out her bottom lip and rubbing it against her top lip. She rolls her eyes.]
QUISTIS
Tell him I'll be there in forty-five. [pause] Thanks, Xu. [pause] Yeah... [pause] What guy? [pause] Xu... [pause] Well I didn't really notice- [pause] He asked about me? [pause] Xu, what have you been huffing? [pause] Because... You know I don't have time to go on dates. [pause] Well, I've never had the desire to shove coal in my ass, so I guess that's something only Hyne knows. [pause] Yeah, forty-five. [pause] Bye.
[She drops the receiver onto the cradle and falls back against her pillows, arms crossed.]
QUISTIS
I'm not tight-assed. [grin] Although shitting diamonds could be advantageous.
[She sighs, rolls her eyes, and throws the covers off. She swings her naked legs off the bed and pulls the scrunchie out of her hair. After yawning again, she stands and heads for her bathroom.]
QUISTIS [softly]
The hills are alive... with the sound of muuuusiiiiic...
[Her brow furrows, and she shakes her head. In the bathroom, she flips the light on.]
[Quistis's POV. She looks critically at herself in the mirror, turning her head every way. Shrugging, she turns and begins to pull her shirt off.]
QUISTIS [weakly]
Something so strong... could carry... us away... [shakes head] Nope.
[The camera follows Quistis from the shoulders up as she pushes her panties down and steps out of them. Her lips are moving and her voice is barely audible. She is humming something, but it is not discernable. After a moment she groans, and reaches into the shower. Music fills the bathroom, and she shrugs again, grabbing a towel from the plain, metal shelf over the toilet and placing it in her lap, sitting down.]
QUISTIS [soft and low]
Who am I, what and why?
'cause I all have left is memories of yesterday...
Ooooh, these sour times...
'Cuz nobody loves me... it's true!
Not like you dooo...
[She stands and turns around. Making sure there is nothing on the toilet seat, she puts the top lid down. She runs her fingers through her hair, shaking it, and steps into the shower, tossing her towel over the shower door. She turns the water on and wets herself down.]
QUISTIS
After time the bitter taste
of innocence, descent or race
scattered seeds, buried lives
mysteries of our disguise revolve
circumstance will decide...
[She turns away from the nozzle and leans her head back, letting the water soak her hair.]
QUISTIS [loudly, dramatically]
'Cuz nobody loves meee... it's truuuue...
Not like yooou doooo...
[Although we only see her from the shoulders up, we know that she is grabbing the soap. She moves to the beat of the music, lathering herself up.]
QUISTIS
'Cuz nobody loves me... it's truuuue...
Not like yoooou...
Nobody loves me... it's truuue!
Not like yoooou dooooo...
[She does her soapy dance until the end of the song, then steps directly under the spray and rinses off.]
RADIO ANNOUNCER V.O. [muffled by the noise of the shower]
That was number one of our Portishead twofer, Sour Times! Now get ready to do a little humming... [Music starts to play.] This is DJ Kitschy Kitsch Marsala, and you're listening to FM100, where rock lives in Balamb...
QUISTIS [sigh]
With its mama! Lameass.
[She squirts some shampoo into her hand and rubs it against the other before running her fingers through her hair and lathering. She massages her scalp and scrunches her hair in her hands.]
QUISTIS
Clo-ser...
Nooo hes-i-ta-tion...
Giiive meee
all that you haaave...
'Cuz it's been soooo looong
that I caaan't explain...
and it's been so wrooong
right now... sooo wrong...
[She steps again under the spray, facing away from the nozzle, and begins to rinse her hair.]
QUISTIS
Naked...
my thoughts are creeeping
too late...
the show has begun...
and it's been soooo looong
that I can't con-fessss...
and it's been soooo wrooong
right now... sooo wrong...
[She turns around and gives her body a good rinse, then turns the water off. She grabs her towel off of the door and begins to dry herself off, still dancing slowly to the song. She wraps the towel around her body and leans over, wringing her hair out, before stepping out and closing the door.]
[Quistis's POV as she looks in the mirror. She lowers her eyelids seductively and puckers her lips as she slips a small towel off the rack by the sink. Quickly she bends over, flipping her hair over her head and wrapping the towel around it. She comes back up, tucking the towel in place.]
QUISTIS
Is it all as it seems?
so unresolved... so unredeemed?
if I remain... how will I know?
[Still looking at her reflection, she grabs a jar of something off of the shelf beside her and begins applying it to her face. It's light green, and looks eerily like key lime pie filling with specks in it.]
QUISTIS
'Cuz it's been soooo looong
that I caaan't beee suuure...
and it's been sooo wrong
right now... sooo wrooong...
[She massages the goo over her face for a few moments, then turns the faucet on.]
[POV - Quistis's right side. She leans over and cups her hands under the water, filling them up. Closing her eyes, she quickly splashes her face. She repeats this action until the goo is all gone, then snatches another towel from the rack and pats her face down.]
[POV - Mirror. Grinning coyly, she undulates to the music while returning the towel to the rack.]
[CUT TO bedroom. The music has stopped, but Quistis is still gyrating slowly as she enters the room. She walks over to her closet and pulls out a crisp SeeD uniform, then throws it on the bed. She begins humming the song, and raises her arms over her head as her hips sway, her head thrown back. One of her boots, sitting beside the closet, falls over.]
[CLOSE UP on her face, twisted into sensual abandon, as she turns and moves forward. Suddenly her eyes snap open and her face drops out of view.]
QUISTIS [squealing]
Shit!
[FADE OUT as crashing noises are heard.]
[INTERIOR. Quistis's dorm.]
[CLOSE UP of Quistis's face. She is sleeping, and- from her serene expression- dreaming well. She licks her lips, smiles, and mumbles incoherently... Suddenly, the phone rings. Trained to be a soft sleeper, she comes awake immediately, still smiling. She pulls herself into a sitting position and stretches, yawning with an exaggerated squeal. She is wearing a t-shirt with the Balamb Garden seal on it, and her hair is pulled back in a scrunchie at the nape of her neck.]
QUISTIS [looking at the clock]
You've got to be shitting me...
[She groans and leans over to answer the phone. She yawns again, and twists her back, then lifts the receiver. She places it to her ear.]
QUISTIS
Quistis.
[She listens for a moment, sticking out her bottom lip and rubbing it against her top lip. She rolls her eyes.]
QUISTIS
Tell him I'll be there in forty-five. [pause] Thanks, Xu. [pause] Yeah... [pause] What guy? [pause] Xu... [pause] Well I didn't really notice- [pause] He asked about me? [pause] Xu, what have you been huffing? [pause] Because... You know I don't have time to go on dates. [pause] Well, I've never had the desire to shove coal in my ass, so I guess that's something only Hyne knows. [pause] Yeah, forty-five. [pause] Bye.
[She drops the receiver onto the cradle and falls back against her pillows, arms crossed.]
QUISTIS
I'm not tight-assed. [grin] Although shitting diamonds could be advantageous.
[She sighs, rolls her eyes, and throws the covers off. She swings her naked legs off the bed and pulls the scrunchie out of her hair. After yawning again, she stands and heads for her bathroom.]
QUISTIS [softly]
The hills are alive... with the sound of muuuusiiiiic...
[Her brow furrows, and she shakes her head. In the bathroom, she flips the light on.]
[Quistis's POV. She looks critically at herself in the mirror, turning her head every way. Shrugging, she turns and begins to pull her shirt off.]
QUISTIS [weakly]
Something so strong... could carry... us away... [shakes head] Nope.
[The camera follows Quistis from the shoulders up as she pushes her panties down and steps out of them. Her lips are moving and her voice is barely audible. She is humming something, but it is not discernable. After a moment she groans, and reaches into the shower. Music fills the bathroom, and she shrugs again, grabbing a towel from the plain, metal shelf over the toilet and placing it in her lap, sitting down.]
QUISTIS [soft and low]
Who am I, what and why?
'cause I all have left is memories of yesterday...
Ooooh, these sour times...
'Cuz nobody loves me... it's true!
Not like you dooo...
[She stands and turns around. Making sure there is nothing on the toilet seat, she puts the top lid down. She runs her fingers through her hair, shaking it, and steps into the shower, tossing her towel over the shower door. She turns the water on and wets herself down.]
QUISTIS
After time the bitter taste
of innocence, descent or race
scattered seeds, buried lives
mysteries of our disguise revolve
circumstance will decide...
[She turns away from the nozzle and leans her head back, letting the water soak her hair.]
QUISTIS [loudly, dramatically]
'Cuz nobody loves meee... it's truuuue...
Not like yooou doooo...
[Although we only see her from the shoulders up, we know that she is grabbing the soap. She moves to the beat of the music, lathering herself up.]
QUISTIS
'Cuz nobody loves me... it's truuuue...
Not like yoooou...
Nobody loves me... it's truuue!
Not like yoooou dooooo...
[She does her soapy dance until the end of the song, then steps directly under the spray and rinses off.]
RADIO ANNOUNCER V.O. [muffled by the noise of the shower]
That was number one of our Portishead twofer, Sour Times! Now get ready to do a little humming... [Music starts to play.] This is DJ Kitschy Kitsch Marsala, and you're listening to FM100, where rock lives in Balamb...
QUISTIS [sigh]
With its mama! Lameass.
[She squirts some shampoo into her hand and rubs it against the other before running her fingers through her hair and lathering. She massages her scalp and scrunches her hair in her hands.]
QUISTIS
Clo-ser...
Nooo hes-i-ta-tion...
Giiive meee
all that you haaave...
'Cuz it's been soooo looong
that I caaan't explain...
and it's been so wrooong
right now... sooo wrong...
[She steps again under the spray, facing away from the nozzle, and begins to rinse her hair.]
QUISTIS
Naked...
my thoughts are creeeping
too late...
the show has begun...
and it's been soooo looong
that I can't con-fessss...
and it's been soooo wrooong
right now... sooo wrong...
[She turns around and gives her body a good rinse, then turns the water off. She grabs her towel off of the door and begins to dry herself off, still dancing slowly to the song. She wraps the towel around her body and leans over, wringing her hair out, before stepping out and closing the door.]
[Quistis's POV as she looks in the mirror. She lowers her eyelids seductively and puckers her lips as she slips a small towel off the rack by the sink. Quickly she bends over, flipping her hair over her head and wrapping the towel around it. She comes back up, tucking the towel in place.]
QUISTIS
Is it all as it seems?
so unresolved... so unredeemed?
if I remain... how will I know?
[Still looking at her reflection, she grabs a jar of something off of the shelf beside her and begins applying it to her face. It's light green, and looks eerily like key lime pie filling with specks in it.]
QUISTIS
'Cuz it's been soooo looong
that I caaan't beee suuure...
and it's been sooo wrong
right now... sooo wrooong...
[She massages the goo over her face for a few moments, then turns the faucet on.]
[POV - Quistis's right side. She leans over and cups her hands under the water, filling them up. Closing her eyes, she quickly splashes her face. She repeats this action until the goo is all gone, then snatches another towel from the rack and pats her face down.]
[POV - Mirror. Grinning coyly, she undulates to the music while returning the towel to the rack.]
[CUT TO bedroom. The music has stopped, but Quistis is still gyrating slowly as she enters the room. She walks over to her closet and pulls out a crisp SeeD uniform, then throws it on the bed. She begins humming the song, and raises her arms over her head as her hips sway, her head thrown back. One of her boots, sitting beside the closet, falls over.]
[CLOSE UP on her face, twisted into sensual abandon, as she turns and moves forward. Suddenly her eyes snap open and her face drops out of view.]
QUISTIS [squealing]
Shit!
[FADE OUT as crashing noises are heard.]