Topic: Cyrin High (cyborg academy)
Okay, I have tried to write a story on a group of teenagers that are part of a secret cyborg society that base underground, "Cyrin High" being the name of one such base. But I hate writing full-out stories, so I thought that maybe I could turn the idea into a series of lego animations. The category of the film would definitely be mystery. Here's the beginnings of the story. Please give suggestion on set design and plot development. Thank you! 
You may look at me and think I’m a normal kid. I like video games and try to keep up with the fashion trends. But I am far from normal.
If you listen closely, you can hear the whirring of gears as I move and the slight hum of electricity. If you went home with me, you might catch a few glimpses of metal under my shirt. But what might catch your attention the most is my name, Brivoscin. If you knew me well enough you’d know where it came from. But for now you can call me Brivon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to school.
I walked through the familiar dull green doors of my school, Cyrin High School. The empty halls were silent and the air was stale. The walls were coated in dust and spider webs hung in most corners.
I walked into the would-be principal’s office and ambled over to the right of the back wall. I ran my hand over the wall until I found what I was looking for. My hand became magnetized to the fake brick and I felt the customary sensation of my palm opening and the code stick slipping into the wall and then returning. Then the wall retracted and split and an elevator was revealed. I stepped in and pressed the basement key. Now for the fun part.
The doors closed and I heard the click back into place. The elevator suddenly dropped, gaining speed as it went. Soon the elevator was traveling at the speed of gravity, and I was floating a foot above the floor. Then suddenly there was a lurch and the elevator came to a dead stop. I felt a crushing sensation as gravity returned.
The elevator doors reopened and I stepped out onto a balcony several dozen feet above the ground. I looked over at the balcony ladder and vetoed it. I wanted to do something new. I wanted to test my invention prototype.
I vaulted over the rail before I could think twice. I plummeted downward, my jacket flapping as the air ripped past me. Twenty feet. Fifteen feet. Ten feet. The robotic half of my brain triggered a switch. The pads on my cyborg feet erupted to life. A blue magnetism beam shot out, compensating to become the polar opposite of the floor and stopping my fall.
I switched them off and did a back flip, just for kicks, as I landed on the ground. “You’ve made something new, then,” said a familiar robotic voice behind me. “Once you perfect it I’d like to see the blueprints.”
, could someone help me out by doing these for me? Thanx!
