This is a trailer for a movie that i was going to make based on a fan fiction here at JPDB.net, but the writer didnt finish so the movie didnt get made.
Here is the link to the trailer:
JP:Chronicles
its more like a teaser really...
JP: Chronicles Trailer
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well it was a JPDb thing. I'll get you a high and low quality version for the site Jon... I will be shooting the opening in about 2 weeks. I have decided to call this project from the grave and pull the introduction to a close. There are people going away to college this summer that I want in the video, so I need to get rolling. I'm going to see if I can find this story still posted somewhere in the JPDb Forum Archives.
I cant find it in the archives...the forum seems to ahve been reset at one point.
I cant find it in the archives...the forum seems to ahve been reset at one point.
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Found it:
Jurassic Park: Chronicles
FIRST ITERATION
- THE HUPIA -
Rebecca Karson sat in her office in the small clinic building, nestled on the beaches of Bahina Asco, the west coast of Costa Rica. She stared out the window into the night, watching the rain slide down the window pane in tiny beads. She had been in Costa Rica for five weeks now, working at the clinic to help pay for her college tuition, and it had rained every day. She liked Bahina Asco and the friendliness of it's people, but the rain! The constant, unending
rain!
She sighed and picked up the romance novel she had left folded on her desk and began to read. It had one of those sleazy covers; the guy with no shirt and the girl wearing even less. As the minutes drifted, her thoughts went back to the incident that afternoon. Around four, a young teenage boy had come running into the clinic screaming about how his sister had been taken by the hupia.
According to Costa Rican legend, the hupia were night ghosts; faceless vampires who kidnapped babies and small children. Of course she did not believe in the superstition, and she would not tolerate some punk running around in the clinic scaring the patients. But he had seemed so frightened; she almost had second thoughts about believing that his sister was actually kidnapped by a stranger that he had embellished on. Almost. She had forgotten about the whole incident until now. She better go check on the patients, making sure the boy had not rattled them
to badly. Hell, at this time of night, it gave her the creeps.
In the next room she heard the snores of the old woman who had just come out of surgery. She checked her watch. Nine o'clock. She placed the book back on the table, grabbed her flashlight, and walked off down the hall. As she passed each room, she checked on the patients and turned off the lights. Being there only four rooms, it did not take long. After she had checked the last room, she began to walk back to her office. Then she small heard a crash coming from the
supplies room. Probably a pot or pan, she thought to herself.
As she opened the door to the supplies room, the stench of blood hit her in the face like a brick wall. She gagged, almost making her throw up. She shone her flash light up just in time to see a thick reptilian tail vanish out of the open window and into the night. She gave a cry of horror as she aimed her flashlight down at the floor. One of the orderlies lay on the ground, their back torn open. Blood covered the floor. She felt warm bile rush up her throat and she vomited. Aguilar, her assistant ran up behind her, having heard the scream, and caught her as her eyes
went dark and she fainted.
Becca woke up in the lobby with Aguilar standing over her. "Hey, babe! You’re finally up," he said.
"How long have I been out?" She asked, sitting up.
"About two hours."
"Jesus." She looked up to see police men all over the lobby, some talking, and some inspecting small articles from the other room, some writing in small notepads. The body of the dead orderly lay in a body bag near the door. Becca stood up, wanting some air. She walked outside and stared. The entire place was roped off with yellow tape, and police cars with flashing lights were parked everywhere. As she looked on, a black van pulled up and two men got out. One, dresses in a white lab coat, nodded a hello and walked past. The other stopped when he reached her.
"Hello, my name is Marty Gutierrez," the man said, "I need to ask you some questions."
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Granted, due to the excessive amount of text that does not encompass dialoge, the part where she is remembering back will be a flashback of some kind...or maybe a flash forward. But if I do make it past simply the introduction as far as filming, I will need someone to continue writing the story. I already have a second scene written and I'll post that soon, but I need someone to continue the story as I am not the best writer.
Is raptor_hunter88 still around? Maybe as a different user? PM me raptor_hunter88 if you are still haning around...
Jurassic Park: Chronicles
FIRST ITERATION
- THE HUPIA -
Rebecca Karson sat in her office in the small clinic building, nestled on the beaches of Bahina Asco, the west coast of Costa Rica. She stared out the window into the night, watching the rain slide down the window pane in tiny beads. She had been in Costa Rica for five weeks now, working at the clinic to help pay for her college tuition, and it had rained every day. She liked Bahina Asco and the friendliness of it's people, but the rain! The constant, unending
rain!
She sighed and picked up the romance novel she had left folded on her desk and began to read. It had one of those sleazy covers; the guy with no shirt and the girl wearing even less. As the minutes drifted, her thoughts went back to the incident that afternoon. Around four, a young teenage boy had come running into the clinic screaming about how his sister had been taken by the hupia.
According to Costa Rican legend, the hupia were night ghosts; faceless vampires who kidnapped babies and small children. Of course she did not believe in the superstition, and she would not tolerate some punk running around in the clinic scaring the patients. But he had seemed so frightened; she almost had second thoughts about believing that his sister was actually kidnapped by a stranger that he had embellished on. Almost. She had forgotten about the whole incident until now. She better go check on the patients, making sure the boy had not rattled them
to badly. Hell, at this time of night, it gave her the creeps.
In the next room she heard the snores of the old woman who had just come out of surgery. She checked her watch. Nine o'clock. She placed the book back on the table, grabbed her flashlight, and walked off down the hall. As she passed each room, she checked on the patients and turned off the lights. Being there only four rooms, it did not take long. After she had checked the last room, she began to walk back to her office. Then she small heard a crash coming from the
supplies room. Probably a pot or pan, she thought to herself.
As she opened the door to the supplies room, the stench of blood hit her in the face like a brick wall. She gagged, almost making her throw up. She shone her flash light up just in time to see a thick reptilian tail vanish out of the open window and into the night. She gave a cry of horror as she aimed her flashlight down at the floor. One of the orderlies lay on the ground, their back torn open. Blood covered the floor. She felt warm bile rush up her throat and she vomited. Aguilar, her assistant ran up behind her, having heard the scream, and caught her as her eyes
went dark and she fainted.
Becca woke up in the lobby with Aguilar standing over her. "Hey, babe! You’re finally up," he said.
"How long have I been out?" She asked, sitting up.
"About two hours."
"Jesus." She looked up to see police men all over the lobby, some talking, and some inspecting small articles from the other room, some writing in small notepads. The body of the dead orderly lay in a body bag near the door. Becca stood up, wanting some air. She walked outside and stared. The entire place was roped off with yellow tape, and police cars with flashing lights were parked everywhere. As she looked on, a black van pulled up and two men got out. One, dresses in a white lab coat, nodded a hello and walked past. The other stopped when he reached her.
"Hello, my name is Marty Gutierrez," the man said, "I need to ask you some questions."
____________________________________________________________________
Granted, due to the excessive amount of text that does not encompass dialoge, the part where she is remembering back will be a flashback of some kind...or maybe a flash forward. But if I do make it past simply the introduction as far as filming, I will need someone to continue writing the story. I already have a second scene written and I'll post that soon, but I need someone to continue the story as I am not the best writer.
Is raptor_hunter88 still around? Maybe as a different user? PM me raptor_hunter88 if you are still haning around...
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"Welcome to the Caribbean, love."
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love."
I I’m wiling to do it. I I’m a bad speller but that’s why I use spell and grimmer check /wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=";)" border="0" alt="wink.gif" />
I make fan-fic books at school; I have some what the experience to make these.
I I’m making a 100 page or more books, called
[FONT=Times]Cretaceous Park
I have some questions.
When your Chars are talking I usually use this way
"So when do I go" (Name) said
"Tomorrow" (Other Persons Name)
"And don’t forget the flash light!" (<-- It’s the same guy talking so I don’t say
Name Said)
I make fan-fic books at school; I have some what the experience to make these.
I I’m making a 100 page or more books, called
[FONT=Times]Cretaceous Park
I have some questions.
When your Chars are talking I usually use this way
"So when do I go" (Name) said
"Tomorrow" (Other Persons Name)
"And don’t forget the flash light!" (<-- It’s the same guy talking so I don’t say
Name Said)
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read Crichton's books and write like that. Here is an example:
James drove down the road to a small inlet that fishermen used to dock their boats after a long haul. Much to James' surprise, he found Cath sitting on the edge of the dock. He approached her carefully not knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry about Daniel, Cath," James wanted to say more, but couldnt find the words.
"Daniel was a really nice guy, James...I dont know why he did what he did. But he just did. And I cant account for his actions." James continued to say nothing.
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By using this style of writing, you focus on a single character, in this peice, the chraracter is James. So...if you have any more questions just ask. I have a few things I'm going to e-mail you about this story that are confidential so look out for them. These things will include characters that I want in the story. None of the characters in the prologue except Marty Gutierrez will be in the rest of the story...so look out for those e-mails.
James drove down the road to a small inlet that fishermen used to dock their boats after a long haul. Much to James' surprise, he found Cath sitting on the edge of the dock. He approached her carefully not knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry about Daniel, Cath," James wanted to say more, but couldnt find the words.
"Daniel was a really nice guy, James...I dont know why he did what he did. But he just did. And I cant account for his actions." James continued to say nothing.
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By using this style of writing, you focus on a single character, in this peice, the chraracter is James. So...if you have any more questions just ask. I have a few things I'm going to e-mail you about this story that are confidential so look out for them. These things will include characters that I want in the story. None of the characters in the prologue except Marty Gutierrez will be in the rest of the story...so look out for those e-mails.
-Chris
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love."
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love."
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Chris Ender
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I need your e-mail address!
Nevermind...I'll Private Message it to you...
Nevermind...I'll Private Message it to you...
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-Chris
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love."
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love."