![]() ![]() Gets grazed by an energy bolt and then being blasted forward, yet still is able to remain semi-conscious after. Part of the ROOF COLLAPSES as Reese tumbles. A powerbolt grazes his cheek, EXPLODING a support column behind him. He levels his energy-rifle and starts firing. T1 scriptĭespite being shot, Reese ignores the wound, having show no pain or any injury to it.ĪNGLE ON REESE running. SARAH (incredulous) Caught one? You mean you got shot? Reese shrugs. In the beam of the flashlight her hand is glistening with blood. ![]() Shows no pain or loosening his grip after Sarah bit his hand. Slowly, without releasing her, he reaches across with his other hand and shuts the door. Sarah sinks her teeth into his hand with all her strength. TILT DOWN to include the first LAPD cruiser parked at the mouth of the alley. T1 scriptĭescribed like a cat as he leaps, taking down a cop in a tackle.ĬAMERA TRACKS WITH HIM as he moves like a panther along the narrow catwalk. Before they even come to rest Reese snatches the cop's gun, aiming it at the other's face two-handed. Goes down under Reese's tackle and they slide together on the polished floor. Without slowing, Reese leaps toward him, twisting in mid-air like a cat. Running smack at him is another cop, gun aimed. TRACKING WITH REESE as he rounds a corner on the run, still shrugging into his long coat. Takes down a police doberman dog in mid-air catching it by the throat. Arcs it to the floor with unflinching precision. Reese crashes into a steel door, rending the lock, and vanishes into the darkness within.Ĭrashes through a steel door, breaking the lock.ĪNGLE - REESE AND DOG, a dark blur with teeth, extremely Doberman, flies toward Reese. T1 scriptĭisplays incredible agility, the walls in a blur to him as he runs, described as a rat.Īnother unit arrives out front and Reese melts back into the alley, only to see a cop round the corner behind him. The view of a hot- wired rat in an urban maze. LOW PANAGLIDE WITH REESE, running full tilt, displaying incredible agility. Taken from T1 scriptĭescribed as compact and having hard muscle. Other scars, from burns and bullets, mar his hard-muscled body. A crinkled burn scar traverses one side of his face from chin to forehead. KYLE REESE is 22, but his face has been aged by ordeal, the mouth hard, eyes grim. The Terminator: Your foster parents are dead.Well yes another respect thread from me and this time it ain't a Star Wars or LoZ one! But it's a Teminator one, I dunno really.one day something just clicked and all of a sudden, here I am looking at Kyle Reese and debating on doing a respect thread.so well here's the thread so with that in mind!Ī NAKED MAN, compact and muscular, rises in a defensive crouch. The Terminator: Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Janelle Voight: Are you sure? Are you sure you're all right? Todd Voight: Thought you were gonna tell the kid to get rid of that fucking mutt. Todd Voight: Hey! Shut up you worthless piece of shit! Todd Voight: What the hell is that goddamn dog barking at? If you hurry home, we can sit down and have dinner together. Honey, I was beginning to worry about you. Janelle Voight: Sure, honey, everything's okay. Is everything all right? Are you guys okay? John Connor: Todd and Janelle are dicks, but I've gotta warn them. There's a 15-day wait on the hand guns but the rifles you can take right now. ![]() Pawn Shop Clerk: I may close early today. Any one of these is ideal for home defense. Pawn Shop Clerk: You know your weapons, buddy. Pawn Shop Clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal! The Terminator: Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range. Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. Pawn Shop Clerk: These are brand new we just got them in. The Terminator: The 12-gauge auto-loader. ![]()
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