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Carrie-Anne Moss as Trinity:

The Matrix (1999)

#// foenestra #// amare et sapere vix deo conceditur #/* ending the night w/ carrie anne moss is never a bad idea *?#shit i mean /

The matrix is so last century

actually more like so next century

#// nuntium #/* get it because there's a robot uprising in the future #and basically we're all fucked lol */

specificite-archive

“I’m very good at that…” slowing people down, that is. running. arthur felt at least somewhat prepared for what was to come. “I know a few tricks… But I’m curious. What would you suggest?”

redpiill

INT. TEXTILE WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

A sharp pause for a breath intake.

YOU SEE ONE, YOU RUN.

FABLED WORDS, those, and it takes quite some effort to suppress the urge to say them. Instead, a response more TEMPERED.

“ Be careful. No feat of STRENGTH or SPEED is unreasonable for them.”

#// colloquium #specificite

scificity

Juan Gimenez - Neuromancer

#// foenestra #// bellum omnium in omnes #// credo quia absurdum est

apinii-deactivated20170807

redpiill

It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to visitors; in fact, it was quite the opposite, but there was a certain amount of distrust that edged it’s way into the old Skyjacker’s mind. Something was… off–he’d bet every instinct on it.

“Whatever you’re lookin’ for, I don’t have it–I’m just a bee-keeper.”

redpiill

INT. FARMHOUSE - DAY

THE HOUSE is more-or-less identical to all the other ones dispersed across Upstate New York: old walls layered with flowery lilac prints, family portraits in sepia tones, and knickknacks competing for attention on overpopulated shelves. It’s eerily reminiscent of the Oracle’s chambers, though any further meaning to it all is NEBULOUS.

“ I never said I suspected otherwise. ”

STONY EXPRESSION bearing into the man, behind the protective veil of SUNGLASSES; needless to say, a look bearing the brunt of suspect.

“ Caine Wise referred me to you; said YOU could help our cause. ”

#// colloquium #apinii #/* fuck it's so laaaaattte */

talentforlying

“ shut yer gob an’ i might be able to. “

christ, PUSHY. why he’s working with this sod in the first place is … well, it’s not beyond him. it’s just complicated. the painting has a bloody load of power in it, and trying to channel it all is taking him time. more than they have.

but he’s good at what he does, and the chip slides from the magical haze that had obscured its place in the painting. it’s unremarkable, for a computer chip: small, green, inconspicuous, but he jams it in his pocket and turns to ‘neo’.

“ WHERE DO WE GO? “

redpiill

INT. MODERN ART GALLERY - NIGHT

On cue, a 90’s Nokia snaps open and is raised to his ear.

“ Follow me. ”

In long, half-robotic strides, Neo leads them down a nearby corridor past a barrage of Romantic pastels and Rococo portraits. The gallery is like a maze, hallways to other divisions & distant eras branching away with increasing frequency. He zeroes in, however, on a fairly unassuming door, with STAFF ONLY plastered across. LOCKED? The door gives way PERFECTLY with a quick kick.

“ We’d better get moving. The people following us aren’t afraid to shoot on sight. ”

#// colloquium #talentforlying #/* shit i haven't done this in forever #pardon the rustiness all around */

sickfuture

#// foenestra #// credo quia absurdum est

hudsonsbluff

The Matrix Reloaded (2003)

#// foenestra #// de fumo in flammam

verticalfilm

The Matrix Reloaded (2003)

#// foenestra #// credo quia absurdum est #// amare et sapere vix deo conceditur

talentforlying

INT. MODERN ART GALLERY (MATRIX) - NIGHT

The PERFUNCTORY wail of SECURITY ALARMS erupts above them, and lighting tracks gives way to a dancing flurry of red strobes, rotating on queue like whirling dervishes.

Dim lighting and stiff posturing makes it difficult to gauge a reaction from Neo, but the chagrin in his voice is palpable. His trust with this Bluepill is running ever thin.

“Whatever you're doing, do it QUICKER.”

#talentforlying #// colloquium

poorlittlejoseph

EXT. ALL-AMERICAN MOTEL (MATRIX) - NIGHT

“I’ve got some of the answers you’re looking for, but not all.”

Neo stands as rigid as the stucco walls around him; he looks UNNATURAL, BIZARRE. In the background, the motel’s vibrant neon sign, flashing between a painter’s assortment of shades and tints of red, white, and blue

( ALL-AMERICAN MOTEL; NO VACANCY; COLOR TV; SUPPORT THE TROOPS! ).

Ironically, the Canadian border is not too far away.

#poorlittlejoseph #( suspicious stuff man )#( well besides that motel of course )#// colloquium

my two moods switch from ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ to (ง’̀-‘́)ง honestly

#( this is it )#( this is the post that defines the matrix trilogy )

▻ ARTHUR

“Sounds impossible.”

INT. TEXTILE WEARHOUSE - NIGHT

“It isn't. Agents are REAL — and the closest you can come to stopping them is slowing them down.”

“Which is PRECISELY what I advise for you to prepare for.”

#specificite #( notice how i don't put the word 'matrix' after the scene setting part )#( oh how delightfully trippy )

OPEN

WILD GUNFIRE echoes from the front of the MTA station to the back, above the din of nearby commuters ducking for cover.

For a brief moment, we enter BULLET TIME.

An armed Agent Jones and an unarmed Neo move towards each other at surreal speed, the two of them fluid figures of black clothing against the filthy, graffiti -laden subway tile background: CANAL ST. Lead slugs whiz toward their intended target, leaving behind streaks of airwaves collapsing upon themselves. NONE HIT.

We exit BULLET TIME.

Neo darts toward the wall, and, with the LIGHT CRACK of tile, horizontal movement becomes vertical. He launches himself toward Agent Jones, right foot extending outward, result in one hell of kick. BLINK, AND YOU PROBABLY MISSED IT. Agent Jones is knocked into the turnstiles, out cold.

#( fight me?????? fight w/ me?????? )#( i don't know or care this is the matrix we are king of unecessary fight sequences )

▻ CAINE

“ they’re called KEEPERS. ”

caine mutters, pointing out the odd, tiny ALIEN creature laying dead in the middle of the floor.

“ they MONITOR this planet for paranormal && extraterrestrial activity. anything out of the ordinary. normally, these guys erase the memory of any wit- nesses, but– some slip through the cracks. not that anybody believes the ones that do. ”

INT. ABANDONED STOREFRONT (MATRIX) - DAY

“They sound like some strange sort of Agent.”

There's the sound of CRACKLING GLASS and muted POLICE SIRENS in the distance. Neo steps closer toward both the stranger and the FETUS-like corpse on the ground, sensing that Morpheus and Link would want a better look at the strange creature on the monitors above. We PAN IN, likely noticing just how preternaturally it resembles the sort of big-eyed alien you'd see in Saturday morning cartoons.

Neo's head tilts to the side.

“Not quite as threatening, though.”

#lycantantt #( WE ARE WACHOWSKI CREATIONS )#( AND WE STICK TOGETHER )#( no matter how poorly our arcs were writen tbh )