Video Title: A Mutant's Tell-All, Vlog #1
[Music: Pharrell Williams - Freedom
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14 year old Baki holding his phone/camera facing him up at him.]Baki:
(loudly whispering) Can't trust a mutant, clearly, clearly I'm out to steal...And I'll get away with it too with my bright blue freakin' scales...
[Baki lifts the camera so we can see there's a clerk following behind him. Baki suddenly turns towards the clerk.]Baki:
Isn't that right sir?!
[The clerk curses and quickly ducks into another aisle while Baki laughs.]
14 year old Baki standing outside his home once again holding the camera phone towards him. It's dark and the street lights are starting to come on. Chatter from inside can be heard.]Baki:
So, we've been having a bunch of noise complaints about our house and cops coming over to tell us to keep it down. I'm calling bull-hockey right now. This is how loud it is outside the front door and now we're gonna go to the sidewalk in front of our neighbors house.
[Baki walks away from his house to the sidewalk and over to the front of his neighbors, the chatter dying down to silences as he moves away.]Baki:
I don't hear any noise do you.
[Cut to a moment later:
A cop car parked in front of Baki's home, red and blue lights flashing. Baki stands there, with a frustrated smile and gestures to the cop car.]Baki:
I better go show them this video before they arrest my dad for no good reason.
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15 year old Baki sitting in the cafeteria, eating alone, holding up four fingers, then three, two, one. Suddenly someone's half empty milk carton smashes into the side of his head. Baki calmly grabs some napkins and wipes himself down, looking unsurprised that this happened, nodding his head in quiet resignation.]Someone: (distantly)
15 year old Baki standing in a crowd, a pair of rainbow sunglasses perched on his head. All around him people are carrying rainbow gear and the pride parade can be heard.]Baki:
I freakin love PRI-!
[Baki's words are suddenly cut off by another boy pushing into frame and kissing Baki. Baki stands stunned for a moment as the boy walks away before he races after him.]Baki:
Hey, wait a minuet!
15 year old Baki holding the camera phone, laughing while Jake, the boy who had kissed him in the previous clip, lets off glowing energy shots into the sky from his fists. They're in the middle of an empty, abandoned parking lot and the sun is setting behind the trees.]Jake: (shooting energy into the air)
F*** you god, ya stupid b****!Baki: (laughing)
We should probably stop, I don't want to get trouble.Jake:
Don't be a wimp Baki, no one's getting hurt, who cares! Unless you really wanna go burn down the church-
[In the distance, cop sirens sound, and the boys curse and run. Baki is laughing the entire way.]
15 year old Baki sitting at his desk in his bedroom. His eyes are red from crying, his face is bruised and cut up. He sniffles, wiping his bloody nose with his arm. He opens his mouth speak but struggles to come up with the words. He growls in frustration, tugging at his own hair, before he reaches forward to grab the camera and turn it off.]
Fades on the last lyrics of 'Freedom'
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[Text: March 17th, 2017
Baki is sitting outside on the steps of an old building in Mutant Town wearing casual, cold weather clothes, holding his phone in front of him.]Baki:
So I really didn't have anything big planned for this first vlog... I guess I should introduce myself first? Hi, I'm Baki, and I'm a very normal teenage boy...Clearly!
[Pause for effect]Baki:
But no, really, I dunno, with all the craziness going on I just felt that we all could use some positive perspective. You know, like actually getting to know someone, instead of assuming all the hateful stereotypes. So, for this, thing, this vlog I guess, I'm going to take you with me, as much as I can and just show you, the audience, what life is like for me. Call it a personal autobiography, a tell-all, whatever, any of that could work. (waves his hand in dismissal)
The idea is that I show you the other side of the fence. Soooo, let's see what we can get into.
[There's a small shuffle as Baki puts the phone in his breast pocket, which has a hole for the camera. The footage speeds up as Baki beginnings walking.]Baki: (voice over)
I really, really didn't know what exactly I wanted to do today. I was kind of new to town so I just wanted to see what was actually open to a mutant like me. Back home, at least when I left, there were none of these 'no mutants allowed' signs.
[The screen pauses to show one of those signs in the window of a bodega with a bing before speeding off again.]Baki: (voice over)
You don't have to go very far out of Mutant Town to start running into them. Mutant Town, for those outside of New York City, by the way is a small neighborhood in Manhattan that mutants have made their home. Don't believe the rumors, most of the folks there are completely cool. Just don't be a jerk and you'll be fine.
[Quick cut to a map with an arrow pointing to the little neighborhood of Mutant Town with another bing.]Baki: (voice over)
Luckily I did find one place that was willing to serve me lunch all the way in the heart of Chinatown.
[The arrow on the map moves to the where the diner was with yet another bing.]Baki: (voice over)
I had to walk almost five miles to find it, but if I had know where I was going, it would have only been two. So lesson learned and guys the walk was totally worth it, the food was amazing.
[Footage slows as Baki enters a small Chinese diner, the line is spotted with a couple of other visible mutants. Baki gets to the front of the line and orders. Money is exchanged and of course the faces are blurred out or not visible at all.]
[Cut to Baki sitting at bench at a near by park, he's sitting sideways so he can face the camera also sitting on the bench.]Baki: (open the bag of food)
Ya know it's kind of awkward eating and talking to a camera, but I figured, I bought the food with you guys might as well start eating with you and end this day on a good note. Before someone comes and ruins it. So, (opens the Styrofoam box and plastic fork packaging before digging into the food)
holy shit this really good. (covers his mouth as he swallows)
Mmm, okay, okay, I'm gonna leave it hear. Not gonna gross you out with mastication. This is a good note to leave on and I guess I will see you on the next one. Buh-bye! (waves at the camera)