FADE IN:
EXT. Ithaca - IC Campus - Night
The campus is quiet and dark, the streets dimly lit by occasional street lights. Very few buildings emanate any light and no cars or people can be seen. A voice is faintly heard.
Joe (O.s)
Ow! Wow you suck.
FOOTSTEPS are heard running off into the distance.
INT. Dorm Room - night
The room is pitch black. KEYS JANGLE briefly. There is some banging on the door. The door opens and JOE flicks the lights on.
Joe has a black eye and is bleeding from his arm.
KEVIN lies in bed, he rustles in the sheets.
Kevin
Dude, turn the fucking lights off!
JOE
Yeah, hold on a second.
Kevin throws the pillow off his head and sits up.
KEVIN
Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you?
JOE
Funny story actually.
Joe walks over to the dresser and opens up a drawer. He looks through it.
KEVIN
So?
JOE
Some guy, like, tried to mug me.
KEVIN
Kinda looks like he succeeded.
JOE
No, not really.
KEVIN
Uh huh... go on..
Joe closes the drawer and opens another one.
JOE
Well, he wanted my wallet, but I don't ever carry it with me.
KEVIN
Are you bleeding from the arm?
Joe looks down at his arm briefly.
JOE
Yes.
KEVIN
So what the hell happened?
JOE
I was walking back here after working on some project that's due in a few days and this guy walks out from behind this building I'm about to pass. He says "Give me your wallet," and I'm like, "I don't have one," so he's like "Empty your pockets," and I did. I had my keys, my ID and my phone. Then he was like, "give me those."
Joe closes the drawer and walks over to his desk. He sits down on the chair and opens a desk drawer.
JOE
So I was like, "You want my ID?" and he was like, "Yeah, hand it over." So I said to him, I said, "this is my ID, what the hell are you gonna do with it?" I mean, it's got my picture on it and all, so unless he's gonna do some James Bond move and slice his picture onto it, it's not gonna do him a whole lot of good. And at that point, is it even worthwhile? Seems like more trouble than its worth.
KEVIN
Uh huh...
JOE
And what's he want with my keys? They're for this room and I told him that Sean would recognize him as not being me. Oh and so would you. And the mailbox never has anything worthwhile either, just old outdated notices about stuff.
KEVIN
I take it you tried to explain all this to him.
JOE
I did.
KEVIN
And then what happened?
JOE
He still demanded I give him my stuff.
KEVIN
Right...
Joe closes the drawer and sighs.
JOE
Hey, do you have any gauze?
KEVIN
Umm, no, I don't think most people keep gauze in their dorm rooms.
JOE
Hmm, I guess you're right. Heh, shame this isn't a medical school, right?
KEVIN
Ya know, we do have a Health Center...
Joe's eyes perk up
JOE
(surprised)
We do?
KEVIN
Uh yeah, most colleges have one.
JOE
Cool.
KEVIN
Anyways, you were talking about the guy who mugged you...
JOE
Yeah, yeah.
Joe turns on his laptop
KEVIN
Well?
JOE
Hmm? Oh.
KEVIN
He wanted your stuff...
JOE
Right, so you know what I did?
KEVIN
What's that?
JOE
I walked right up to him, shoved him in the chest and told him he'd have to take it if he wanted it. And you know what he did?
KEVIN
What?
JOE
He stabbed me! That bastard.
KEVIN
What are you doing?
JOE
What a jerk.
KEVIN
Mmm... yes. Again, what are you doing?
JOE
Wha?
Kevin points to the laptop that Joe has started to use.
JOE
Oh, you said this place had a health center. I'm looking it up on the campus map.
KEVIN
I see..
JOE
Ah there it is! Well, gotta run.
Joe stands up and walks towards the door.
KEVIN
Why didn't you call the cops?
JOE
Guy took my phone.
Joe pauses in the doorway.
Joe
Oh, I guess he did succeed.
Joe walks out the door.
Ext. Ithaca - Public safety office - Day
A POLICE OFFICER taps Joe's shoulder. Joe is lying asleep in front of door to the building. Joe shakes his head a few times and kicks his legs. The officer taps Joe's shoulder again.
POLICE officer
Excuse me, sir?
Joe opens his eyes and sits up.
JOE
Oh, hi.
POLICE OFFICER
What the hell are you doing?
JOE
I would like to file a police report.
The police officer notices Joe's arm is bleeding.
POLICE OFFICER
Why haven't you gone to a hospital?
JOE
Health center was closed. So I came here. Also closed. But I was too tired to walk back to my dorm.
POLICE OFFICER
Okay then. What happened to you?
JOE
Lots of things have happened to me.
The police officer is staring at Joe's wounds.
JOE
Oh right. Some guy stabbed me. And then he took my phone. He also punched me in the face. I don't remember a whole lot after that.
The officer EXHALES loudly and moves a hand down to Joe.
POLICE OFFICER
Let's get you inside, huh?
wide shot - Public safety office and Parking lot
The officer helps Joe up. He opens the door and they begin to walk inside.
JOE
Oh also, he ruined my favorite shirt.
POLICE OFFICER
Yep.
JOE
And did I mention...
The door closes and the conversation cut off.
INT. DORM ROOM - Day
Joe opens the door and walks in, he carries a single piece of paper and has a bandage on his arm.
JOE
Hello friend!
Kevin is still in bed, not quite awake, not quite asleep.
KEVIN
Dude, its like 9 AM. Not so loud for fuck's sake.
JOE
Check out this public safety alert.
Joe hands Kevin the piece of paper. Kevin begins to read it.
KEVIN
A stabbing... outside of some building. Suspect described as a male between the ages of 15 and 30 and wearing a hat.
Kevin looks up from the paper.
KEVIN
That's... that's some description there.
Joe nods rapidly.
JOE
Yes.
KEVIN
15 to 30?
JOE
Indeed.
KEVIN
You couldn't come up with a smaller range?
JOE
I'm a terrible judge of age...
KEVIN
Right... Wearing a hat?
JOE
Well he was!
KEVIN
You think a 15 year old stabbed you?
JOE
Hey, this is New York man.
KEVIN
Yeah, people usually only say that about New York City, not Ithaca.
Joe stares at Kevin for a few seconds.
JOE
I'm going to be late for class.
Joe grabs a backpack and runs out the door.
The door SLAMS shut.
KEVIN
It's Sunday...
FADE OUT.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
CONVERSATIONS
INT. DINING HALL - NIGHT
Dozens of college students sit at tables talking loudly,
laughing, and eating their dinners.
MIKE
Lot of fuckin’ noise in here.
VICTOR
I was wondering why you were gonna
do it here.
MIKE
Um, I realized the other day that
I’m incredibly bad at
decision-making. I used to think
that I was just indecisive, but now
I realize that all of my decisions
fucking suck.
Victor laughs.
MIKE (cont’d)
Really badly.
Victor laughs again.
MIKE (cont’d)
Everything I do is fail.
VICTOR
Oh yeah?
MIKE
Yah.
There is a long pause as both Mike and Victor eat part of
their dinners.
VICTOR
I wouldn’t say all your decisions
suck.
MIKE
Name one that doesn’t. You don’t
even know any.
2.
VICTOR
You came to IC.
MIKE
Mmm.
VICTOR
You chose to take 220 this
semester.
MIKE
Actually, I’m not even the one who
did that. I was thinking here or
Dalhousie, which was in Nova
Scotia. I was on a field trip to
New York City and my parents sent
in the ...actual acceptance thing.
So, I could have been in Nova
Scotia right now.
VICTOR
Your parents decided whether you
went here or there?
MIKE
Yeah, pretty much. It - I wasn’t
sure what I was gonna do. And then
like traveling there is a bitch.
VICTOR
Connecticut to uh Ithaca is much
better than Connecticut to Nova
Scotia.
MIKE
Yah.
VICTOR
Also! If you think Ithaca is cold
huh huh...
MIKE
I don’t.
VICTOR
I know. Huh.
MIKE
I woulda loved it there.
Mike pauses for a bit.
3.
MIKE (cont’d)
Umm. Where was I? Oh right. One of
the reasons why I didn’t end up
going there is cus I never got
around to getting a passport
because I pushed that off for too
long.
VICTOR
Going to country; going to college
in-country makes a lot more sense.
MIKE
Yeah, um.
VICTOR
You don’t have to deal with
custsoms every time you come home
for break.
MIKE
I could of just stayed there, like
get a little, I don’t know, hotel
room or something. It’s actually a
popular place - Dalhousie’s right
on the capital city.
VICTOR
Where in Nova Scotia?
MIKE
The main city.. what was it called?
Um.
There is a rather long pause.
MIKE (cont’d)
The name is blanking on me.
VICTOR
Quebec?
INT. DORM HALLWAY - NIGHT
A group of girls giggle someplace far off screen. Doors
open and close constantly.
ALEXANDER
Josh. Open up. I know you’re in
there, I can see the light through
the peep-hole. And I can hear you.
Hurry up, we are goin’ to be late.
(MORE)
4.
ALEXANDER (cont’d)
Don’t make me late for this...
buddy ol’ pal. It’s 6:48 and I have
to be there 5 minutes early to sign
in. Let’s go... I can see you
looking. Come on, hurry up, we’re
going to be late.
A door slams in the distance.
ALEXANDER
Can we go? Fuuuck.
ALEXANDER (cont’d)
(singing)
Where over the vaaagina... A.. I
want you...
ALEXANDER (cont’d)
I can hear you. I can fucking hear
you.
Dozens of college students sit at tables talking loudly,
laughing, and eating their dinners.
MIKE
Lot of fuckin’ noise in here.
VICTOR
I was wondering why you were gonna
do it here.
MIKE
Um, I realized the other day that
I’m incredibly bad at
decision-making. I used to think
that I was just indecisive, but now
I realize that all of my decisions
fucking suck.
Victor laughs.
MIKE (cont’d)
Really badly.
Victor laughs again.
MIKE (cont’d)
Everything I do is fail.
VICTOR
Oh yeah?
MIKE
Yah.
There is a long pause as both Mike and Victor eat part of
their dinners.
VICTOR
I wouldn’t say all your decisions
suck.
MIKE
Name one that doesn’t. You don’t
even know any.
2.
VICTOR
You came to IC.
MIKE
Mmm.
VICTOR
You chose to take 220 this
semester.
MIKE
Actually, I’m not even the one who
did that. I was thinking here or
Dalhousie, which was in Nova
Scotia. I was on a field trip to
New York City and my parents sent
in the ...actual acceptance thing.
So, I could have been in Nova
Scotia right now.
VICTOR
Your parents decided whether you
went here or there?
MIKE
Yeah, pretty much. It - I wasn’t
sure what I was gonna do. And then
like traveling there is a bitch.
VICTOR
Connecticut to uh Ithaca is much
better than Connecticut to Nova
Scotia.
MIKE
Yah.
VICTOR
Also! If you think Ithaca is cold
huh huh...
MIKE
I don’t.
VICTOR
I know. Huh.
MIKE
I woulda loved it there.
Mike pauses for a bit.
3.
MIKE (cont’d)
Umm. Where was I? Oh right. One of
the reasons why I didn’t end up
going there is cus I never got
around to getting a passport
because I pushed that off for too
long.
VICTOR
Going to country; going to college
in-country makes a lot more sense.
MIKE
Yeah, um.
VICTOR
You don’t have to deal with
custsoms every time you come home
for break.
MIKE
I could of just stayed there, like
get a little, I don’t know, hotel
room or something. It’s actually a
popular place - Dalhousie’s right
on the capital city.
VICTOR
Where in Nova Scotia?
MIKE
The main city.. what was it called?
Um.
There is a rather long pause.
MIKE (cont’d)
The name is blanking on me.
VICTOR
Quebec?
INT. DORM HALLWAY - NIGHT
A group of girls giggle someplace far off screen. Doors
open and close constantly.
ALEXANDER
Josh. Open up. I know you’re in
there, I can see the light through
the peep-hole. And I can hear you.
Hurry up, we are goin’ to be late.
(MORE)
4.
ALEXANDER (cont’d)
Don’t make me late for this...
buddy ol’ pal. It’s 6:48 and I have
to be there 5 minutes early to sign
in. Let’s go... I can see you
looking. Come on, hurry up, we’re
going to be late.
A door slams in the distance.
ALEXANDER
Can we go? Fuuuck.
ALEXANDER (cont’d)
(singing)
Where over the vaaagina... A.. I
want you...
ALEXANDER (cont’d)
I can hear you. I can fucking hear
you.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Personal Film
FADE IN:
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The room is partially lit, from behind and by a television. MATT, a 17 year old male wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and an OLD WOMAN in her early 80's sit on an L-shaped couch watching the TV.
On the TV, a shiny ball slides down a pole. The ball hits the bottom and FIREWORKS GO OFF.
Matt
Happy New Year.
Old Woman
Happy New Years!
Matt and the Old Woman tap their champagne glasses together and both take a drink.
They go back to watching the TV.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
A door opens and a middle aged couple walks in. They place some bags on the kitchen counter. Matt's father, GARY, takes a bottle of wine from a bag, walks a few steps and puts it in the refrigerator.
GARY and ANNA, Matt's stepmother, walk towards the living room.
Matt and the Old Woman get off the couch and walk towards Gary and Anna.
GARY
Hello.
MATT
Hi. Happy New Year.
GARY
You too.
Matt and Gary shake hands. Matt turns to Anna.
MATT
Heya.
Anna
Hi, so, the year off to a good start?
MATT
I suppose.
GARY
Well, good night.
MATT
Good night.
Gary and Anna turn to their right and walk down a hallway. The Old Woman goes up a flight of stairs.
Matt returns to the couch. He picks up the remote and cycles through a few channels.
Matt SIGHS. He turns the TV off and puts the remote down. He stands up and walks out of the living room. Some lights begin to fade until they go out.
INT. MATT's BEDROOM - NIGHT
Matt sits at a desk in the dark room. The only source of light is a laptop which he is using.
The phone RINGS. Matt looks up at his clock. Its display reads 2:40 AM.
Matt gets up from the chair and walks to the door. He opens the door and the phone stops ringing. He listens quietly.
A muffled conversation is heard a few rooms down. Matt can make out part of the end of it.
GARY
... there in half an hour.
Matt walks out of his room and picks up a phone. He checks the caller ID and sees GRAF, STEFAN.
Matt hears a commotion in the other room. He returns to his room and flicks a light switch. The light goes on and Matt locates his shoes and some socks.
Matt sits down on his bed. He quickly puts the socks and shoes on. He stands up and looks at his laptop. He walks back to the door, flicks the light off and walks out.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Matt stands with his back against the wall of a hallway.
The door on the other end opens and Gary walks out, moving towards Matt.
MATT
I'm going with you.
GARY
Alright.
Matt and Gary walk out the door.
EXT. RURAL CONNECTICUT - A ROAD - NIGHT
A Jeep Grand Cherokee cruises down the road, no other cars in sight.
INT. JEEP GRAND CHEROKEE - NIGHT
Matt has his face against the front passenger side window and looks out sullenly.
Gary has both hands on the steering wheel and stares out at the road intently.
EXT. HOSPITAL - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Matt and Gary exit the car and walk towards the hospital.
INT. HOSPITAL - WAITING ROOM - NIGHT
Matt and Gary enter the waiting room. Matt sees UNCLE STEFAN and AUNT JENNIFER already there.
Jennifer walks over to Matt and hugs him.
Jennifer
Hey, how are you?
MATT
Oh, I'm alright, you?
JENNIFER
Fine.
They let go of each other.
MATT
Hey, Stefan.
stefan
Hey.
The four of them sit down on some chairs.
A DOCTOR walks in through the doorway.
doctor
Graf family?
STEFAN
Yes.
DOCTOR
Please come with me.
They all get up and follow the doctor out of the room.
INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT
At the end of the hallway is a thick glass and plastic door. The doctor swipes a card through a device on the wall and the door splits open in the center and retracts into both sides of the wall.
Matt, Gary, Stefan and Anna follow the doctor into the ICU.
INT. HOSPITAL - ICU ROOM - NIGHT
An ELDERLY WOMAN lays on a bed, surrounded by machines and tubes. A mask is over her face, her chest heaves up and down rapidly. There is a constant BEEPING noise.
The family stands around the foot of the bed.
DOCTOR
She was doing fine a few hours ago. Even watched the countdown. Then she stopped breathing, we didn't notice for about 10 minutes.
There are a few minutes of silence, nothing but the rhythmic BEEPING of the machines.
DOCTOR
But we got her hooked up to the life support systems now and she is breathing steadily. ..She was not responsive when we put the tube down her throat.
GARY
...That's not a good sign.
DOCTOR
We're going to run a few tests in the MRI in about an hour. There's not really much more you can do. You should go home and get some rest. We'll call you if there's any updates. It doesn't look promising but we'll do what we can do.
GARY
Well, alright...
Gary walks over to the side of the bed and holds the woman's hand for a moment.
Matt, Gary, Stefan and Anna walk out of the room slowly.
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
The Jeep pulls into the driveway and parks in the garage.
INT. HOUSE - MATT'S ROOM - DAY
Matt sits on his bed, laptop on his lap. He stares at the screen and types in several short bursts.
Two KNOCKS come through the closed door.
MATT
Yes?
The door opens slowly. Gary stands in the doorway. He sighs.
GARY
She's gone.
MATT
Oh.
Gary turns around and leaves the room. Matt closes his laptop's lid. He droops his head and closes his eyes.
MATT
What a shit year.
FADE OUT.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The room is partially lit, from behind and by a television. MATT, a 17 year old male wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and an OLD WOMAN in her early 80's sit on an L-shaped couch watching the TV.
On the TV, a shiny ball slides down a pole. The ball hits the bottom and FIREWORKS GO OFF.
Matt
Happy New Year.
Old Woman
Happy New Years!
Matt and the Old Woman tap their champagne glasses together and both take a drink.
They go back to watching the TV.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
A door opens and a middle aged couple walks in. They place some bags on the kitchen counter. Matt's father, GARY, takes a bottle of wine from a bag, walks a few steps and puts it in the refrigerator.
GARY and ANNA, Matt's stepmother, walk towards the living room.
Matt and the Old Woman get off the couch and walk towards Gary and Anna.
GARY
Hello.
MATT
Hi. Happy New Year.
GARY
You too.
Matt and Gary shake hands. Matt turns to Anna.
MATT
Heya.
Anna
Hi, so, the year off to a good start?
MATT
I suppose.
GARY
Well, good night.
MATT
Good night.
Gary and Anna turn to their right and walk down a hallway. The Old Woman goes up a flight of stairs.
Matt returns to the couch. He picks up the remote and cycles through a few channels.
Matt SIGHS. He turns the TV off and puts the remote down. He stands up and walks out of the living room. Some lights begin to fade until they go out.
INT. MATT's BEDROOM - NIGHT
Matt sits at a desk in the dark room. The only source of light is a laptop which he is using.
The phone RINGS. Matt looks up at his clock. Its display reads 2:40 AM.
Matt gets up from the chair and walks to the door. He opens the door and the phone stops ringing. He listens quietly.
A muffled conversation is heard a few rooms down. Matt can make out part of the end of it.
GARY
... there in half an hour.
Matt walks out of his room and picks up a phone. He checks the caller ID and sees GRAF, STEFAN.
Matt hears a commotion in the other room. He returns to his room and flicks a light switch. The light goes on and Matt locates his shoes and some socks.
Matt sits down on his bed. He quickly puts the socks and shoes on. He stands up and looks at his laptop. He walks back to the door, flicks the light off and walks out.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Matt stands with his back against the wall of a hallway.
The door on the other end opens and Gary walks out, moving towards Matt.
MATT
I'm going with you.
GARY
Alright.
Matt and Gary walk out the door.
EXT. RURAL CONNECTICUT - A ROAD - NIGHT
A Jeep Grand Cherokee cruises down the road, no other cars in sight.
INT. JEEP GRAND CHEROKEE - NIGHT
Matt has his face against the front passenger side window and looks out sullenly.
Gary has both hands on the steering wheel and stares out at the road intently.
EXT. HOSPITAL - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Matt and Gary exit the car and walk towards the hospital.
INT. HOSPITAL - WAITING ROOM - NIGHT
Matt and Gary enter the waiting room. Matt sees UNCLE STEFAN and AUNT JENNIFER already there.
Jennifer walks over to Matt and hugs him.
Jennifer
Hey, how are you?
MATT
Oh, I'm alright, you?
JENNIFER
Fine.
They let go of each other.
MATT
Hey, Stefan.
stefan
Hey.
The four of them sit down on some chairs.
A DOCTOR walks in through the doorway.
doctor
Graf family?
STEFAN
Yes.
DOCTOR
Please come with me.
They all get up and follow the doctor out of the room.
INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT
At the end of the hallway is a thick glass and plastic door. The doctor swipes a card through a device on the wall and the door splits open in the center and retracts into both sides of the wall.
Matt, Gary, Stefan and Anna follow the doctor into the ICU.
INT. HOSPITAL - ICU ROOM - NIGHT
An ELDERLY WOMAN lays on a bed, surrounded by machines and tubes. A mask is over her face, her chest heaves up and down rapidly. There is a constant BEEPING noise.
The family stands around the foot of the bed.
DOCTOR
She was doing fine a few hours ago. Even watched the countdown. Then she stopped breathing, we didn't notice for about 10 minutes.
There are a few minutes of silence, nothing but the rhythmic BEEPING of the machines.
DOCTOR
But we got her hooked up to the life support systems now and she is breathing steadily. ..She was not responsive when we put the tube down her throat.
GARY
...That's not a good sign.
DOCTOR
We're going to run a few tests in the MRI in about an hour. There's not really much more you can do. You should go home and get some rest. We'll call you if there's any updates. It doesn't look promising but we'll do what we can do.
GARY
Well, alright...
Gary walks over to the side of the bed and holds the woman's hand for a moment.
Matt, Gary, Stefan and Anna walk out of the room slowly.
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
The Jeep pulls into the driveway and parks in the garage.
INT. HOUSE - MATT'S ROOM - DAY
Matt sits on his bed, laptop on his lap. He stares at the screen and types in several short bursts.
Two KNOCKS come through the closed door.
MATT
Yes?
The door opens slowly. Gary stands in the doorway. He sighs.
GARY
She's gone.
MATT
Oh.
Gary turns around and leaves the room. Matt closes his laptop's lid. He droops his head and closes his eyes.
MATT
What a shit year.
FADE OUT.
Date Preperation: Class version.
Fade in:
INT. BASEMENT - DUSK
A pair of hands come up from a sink basin, the water cloudy.
The hands slowly massage DAVID's face, eventually wiping the water way when he moves them down.
David looks apathetic and tired, slight wrinkles have begun to form on his forehead and his eyes are drawn in surrounded by dark circles.
He appears again, although very distorted. He looks at himself in a grimy, tarnished mirror, the front of a medicine cabinet.
He reaches out and opens the medicine cabinet. There are several bottles of pills, many of which are empty, a few rolls of gauze, a case of band aids, a razor, a stick of deodorant, a tooth brush, a tube of toothpaste and nothing else.
WIDE ON BASEMENT
The room is dimly lit by one light bulb hanging down by a wire in the center of the room.
A car speeds by outside, the noise muffled. Two more cars speed by with sirens blaring. Several gunshots are heard.
David is unfazed by this. He reaches into a drawer in the sink counter and removes 2 gloves and places them on the counter.
David walks over to the table. On the chair is a vest. He puts it on and tucks a necklace behind his shirt.
He walks over to the bed and picks up a trench coat. He puts this on as well, straightens it out and grabs a suitcase.
David walks back to the sink. He puts the gloves on and slowly walks up the stairs.
A light switch is flicked and the room goes black.
EXT. A RUN DOWN SLUM - NIGHT
A yellow street light flickers outside a dilapidated building with no lights on.
Light appears out of two windows at the bottom of the building.
INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT
David loudly fumbles down the stairs, he is clearly in a hurry.
He is no longer wearing his trench coat and does not have his suitcase with him. He is clutching his left arm which is clearly bleeding.
He rushes over to the sink counter and opens up both bottom drawers. He removes a bottle of vodka and a pair of pliers.
David takes the pliers to his left arm, shoves them in a small hole and removes a bullet. David grimaces and then drops the bullet in the sink.
He opens up the medicine cabinet and removes some gauze. He wraps his arm up and tears it off. He takes a swig of vodka.
He takes off his vest and shoes, leaving them on the floor.
David walks to the hanging light. He reaches into his pants pocket and removes a roll of money. He looks at it. He throws the money onto the table.
David reaches up and grabs the light. He turns the bulb until the room goes black.
A few footsteps are heard. David gives a loud sigh and then the mattress springs make some brief noise.
FADE OUT.
THE END
INT. BASEMENT - DUSK
A pair of hands come up from a sink basin, the water cloudy.
The hands slowly massage DAVID's face, eventually wiping the water way when he moves them down.
David looks apathetic and tired, slight wrinkles have begun to form on his forehead and his eyes are drawn in surrounded by dark circles.
He appears again, although very distorted. He looks at himself in a grimy, tarnished mirror, the front of a medicine cabinet.
He reaches out and opens the medicine cabinet. There are several bottles of pills, many of which are empty, a few rolls of gauze, a case of band aids, a razor, a stick of deodorant, a tooth brush, a tube of toothpaste and nothing else.
WIDE ON BASEMENT
The room is dimly lit by one light bulb hanging down by a wire in the center of the room.
A car speeds by outside, the noise muffled. Two more cars speed by with sirens blaring. Several gunshots are heard.
David is unfazed by this. He reaches into a drawer in the sink counter and removes 2 gloves and places them on the counter.
David walks over to the table. On the chair is a vest. He puts it on and tucks a necklace behind his shirt.
He walks over to the bed and picks up a trench coat. He puts this on as well, straightens it out and grabs a suitcase.
David walks back to the sink. He puts the gloves on and slowly walks up the stairs.
A light switch is flicked and the room goes black.
EXT. A RUN DOWN SLUM - NIGHT
A yellow street light flickers outside a dilapidated building with no lights on.
Light appears out of two windows at the bottom of the building.
INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT
David loudly fumbles down the stairs, he is clearly in a hurry.
He is no longer wearing his trench coat and does not have his suitcase with him. He is clutching his left arm which is clearly bleeding.
He rushes over to the sink counter and opens up both bottom drawers. He removes a bottle of vodka and a pair of pliers.
David takes the pliers to his left arm, shoves them in a small hole and removes a bullet. David grimaces and then drops the bullet in the sink.
He opens up the medicine cabinet and removes some gauze. He wraps his arm up and tears it off. He takes a swig of vodka.
He takes off his vest and shoes, leaving them on the floor.
David walks to the hanging light. He reaches into his pants pocket and removes a roll of money. He looks at it. He throws the money onto the table.
David reaches up and grabs the light. He turns the bulb until the room goes black.
A few footsteps are heard. David gives a loud sigh and then the mattress springs make some brief noise.
FADE OUT.
THE END
Date Preperation. Version I
Fade in:
INT. BASEMENT - DUSK
A pair of hands come up from a sink basin, the water cloudy.
The hands slowly massage THE MAN's face, eventually wiping the water way when he moves them down.
The man looks apathetic and tired, slight wrinkles have begun to form on his forehead and his eyes are drawn in surrounded by dark circles.
He appears again, although very distorted. He looks at himself in a grimy, tarnished mirror, the front of a medicine cabinet.
He reaches out and opens the medicine cabinet. There are several bottles of pills, many of which are empty, a few rolls of gauze, a case of band aids, a razor, a stick of deodorant, a tooth brush, a tube of toothpaste and nothing else.
His hand reaches for a bottle of pills, he takes a few, puts the bottle back and closes the cabinet.
Looking at himself again, he throws the pills into the back of his throat and swallows.
WIDE ON BASEMENT
The room is dimly lit by one lightbulb hanging down by a wire in the center of the room. There are only two windows in the room, both very small, at the top of the exterior wall. The windows are both covered in scum and can not be looked through.
It is a small room with only a few objects - a counter with a sink and faucet, six drawers and the medicine cabinet above. There is a twin sized bed with one pillow and one sheet, both are gray. Near the middle of the room is a table with a single chair. Against the wall is a cabinent and in the corner is a stair well leading upstairs.
A car speeds by outside, the noise muffled. Two more cars speed by with sirens blaring. Several gunshots are heard until they are out of hearing range.
The man is unfazed by this. He reaches into a drawer in the sink counter and removes two white pieces of cloth, they are both a little dirty and have a few stains. He also takes out 2 black leather, fingertipless gloves and places them on the counter by the strips of cloth.
The man walks over to the table. On the chair is a black vest. He puts it on over his faded white t-shirt and tucks a necklace behind his shirt, holding it by the pendant so that it is unclear what it is. He zips up the vest and then grabs the suitcase on the table.
He walks over to the bed, puts the suitcase down on the matress and picks up a long, heavy, trenchcoat. He puts this on as well, straightens it out and grabs the suitcase again.
The man now walks back to the sink counter. He ties the white cloths around his knuckles and then puts the gloves on. He picks up the suitcase once more and slowly walks up the stairs until he is out of view.
A lightswitch is flicked and the room goes black.
EXT. A RUN DOWN SLUM - NIGHT
A yellow street light flickers outside a dilapidated building with no lights on.
Light appears out of two windows at the bottom of the building.
INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT
The man loudly fumbles down the stairs, he is clearly in a hurry.
He is no longer wearing his trenchcoat and does not have his suitcase with him. He is clutching his left arm which is clearly bleeding.
He rushes over to the sink counter and turns a handle. It squeaks and water begins to pour from the faucet. He opens up both bottom drawers of the counter and removes a bottle of vodka from one and a pair of pliers from the other.
He takes a swig of vodka then pours some on the pliers. He reaches into his pants and takes out a lighter. He holds a flame under the pliers and rotates them over the flame for a few seconds.
The man takes the pliers to his left arm, shoves them in a small hole and removes a bullet. The man grimmaces and then drops the bullet in the sink.
He opens up the medicine cabinet and removes some gauze. He wraps his arm up and tears it off. He puts the gauze back and takes a handful of pills from one of the bottles. He throws them all back into his mouth and takes another swig of vodka. The man closes the medicine cabinet.
He washes his hands briefly and wipes his face. He turns the faucet off.
He walks over to the bed and takes off his vest, necklace, and shoes, leaving them all on the floor.
The man looks around the room then walks to the hanging light. He reaches into his pants pocket and removes a roll of money bound together with a rubberband. He looks at it and gives a short, tired laugh. He throws the money onto the table.
The man reaches up and grabs the light. He turns the bulb until the room goes black.
A few footsteps are heard. The man gives a loud sigh and then the matress springs make some brief noise.
FaDE OUT.
THE END
INT. BASEMENT - DUSK
A pair of hands come up from a sink basin, the water cloudy.
The hands slowly massage THE MAN's face, eventually wiping the water way when he moves them down.
The man looks apathetic and tired, slight wrinkles have begun to form on his forehead and his eyes are drawn in surrounded by dark circles.
He appears again, although very distorted. He looks at himself in a grimy, tarnished mirror, the front of a medicine cabinet.
He reaches out and opens the medicine cabinet. There are several bottles of pills, many of which are empty, a few rolls of gauze, a case of band aids, a razor, a stick of deodorant, a tooth brush, a tube of toothpaste and nothing else.
His hand reaches for a bottle of pills, he takes a few, puts the bottle back and closes the cabinet.
Looking at himself again, he throws the pills into the back of his throat and swallows.
WIDE ON BASEMENT
The room is dimly lit by one lightbulb hanging down by a wire in the center of the room. There are only two windows in the room, both very small, at the top of the exterior wall. The windows are both covered in scum and can not be looked through.
It is a small room with only a few objects - a counter with a sink and faucet, six drawers and the medicine cabinet above. There is a twin sized bed with one pillow and one sheet, both are gray. Near the middle of the room is a table with a single chair. Against the wall is a cabinent and in the corner is a stair well leading upstairs.
A car speeds by outside, the noise muffled. Two more cars speed by with sirens blaring. Several gunshots are heard until they are out of hearing range.
The man is unfazed by this. He reaches into a drawer in the sink counter and removes two white pieces of cloth, they are both a little dirty and have a few stains. He also takes out 2 black leather, fingertipless gloves and places them on the counter by the strips of cloth.
The man walks over to the table. On the chair is a black vest. He puts it on over his faded white t-shirt and tucks a necklace behind his shirt, holding it by the pendant so that it is unclear what it is. He zips up the vest and then grabs the suitcase on the table.
He walks over to the bed, puts the suitcase down on the matress and picks up a long, heavy, trenchcoat. He puts this on as well, straightens it out and grabs the suitcase again.
The man now walks back to the sink counter. He ties the white cloths around his knuckles and then puts the gloves on. He picks up the suitcase once more and slowly walks up the stairs until he is out of view.
A lightswitch is flicked and the room goes black.
EXT. A RUN DOWN SLUM - NIGHT
A yellow street light flickers outside a dilapidated building with no lights on.
Light appears out of two windows at the bottom of the building.
INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT
The man loudly fumbles down the stairs, he is clearly in a hurry.
He is no longer wearing his trenchcoat and does not have his suitcase with him. He is clutching his left arm which is clearly bleeding.
He rushes over to the sink counter and turns a handle. It squeaks and water begins to pour from the faucet. He opens up both bottom drawers of the counter and removes a bottle of vodka from one and a pair of pliers from the other.
He takes a swig of vodka then pours some on the pliers. He reaches into his pants and takes out a lighter. He holds a flame under the pliers and rotates them over the flame for a few seconds.
The man takes the pliers to his left arm, shoves them in a small hole and removes a bullet. The man grimmaces and then drops the bullet in the sink.
He opens up the medicine cabinet and removes some gauze. He wraps his arm up and tears it off. He puts the gauze back and takes a handful of pills from one of the bottles. He throws them all back into his mouth and takes another swig of vodka. The man closes the medicine cabinet.
He washes his hands briefly and wipes his face. He turns the faucet off.
He walks over to the bed and takes off his vest, necklace, and shoes, leaving them all on the floor.
The man looks around the room then walks to the hanging light. He reaches into his pants pocket and removes a roll of money bound together with a rubberband. He looks at it and gives a short, tired laugh. He throws the money onto the table.
The man reaches up and grabs the light. He turns the bulb until the room goes black.
A few footsteps are heard. The man gives a loud sigh and then the matress springs make some brief noise.
FaDE OUT.
THE END
Character Biography: Joe Vidor
Character Biography
1. Joe Vidor
2. The Caveman
3. Male
4. 19 years old.
12. Joe's home life was pretty boring and stable. Both his parents worked and they had a decent income. When Joe was 12, his parents divorced and he was forced to split time between their houses. His parents were fine, they did take care of him, but for the most part stayed out of his life and let him be. Joe has one older brother, the two of them are almost complete opposites when it comes to many aspects of their lives. They fought excessively until they were about 13 and 16 years old, now they get along just fine, but still don't talk very often.
13. Joe went through elementary, middle and high school with no troubles at all. He excelled at academics but never really got involved with any extra-curricular activities or sports. Joe applied to 5 colleges and was accepted to all of them, even with his lack of extra-curriculars or interests. Joe is doing pretty well in college, has a 3.3 GPA and for the most part never struggles, though some classes do present him with quite the challenge.
14. Joe likes his parents and sibling. He wishes them no ill-will and does care about them. However, he still won't call them, almost ever. He is not exactly attached to them, nor is he to anyone. If his parents or brother call him, they will have a 2 to 20 minute conversation, depending on how long it has been since they last talked, with 3+ weeks being 20 minutes and 5 days being 2-8 minutes.
15. A collection of Christmas eve/ morning memories from when Joe was about 10-16 are the best of his childhood memories. He can't really remember a whole lot about his childhood, as nothing particularly good stands out.
16. Joe's worst childhood memory was coming back to his dad's house after half a week at his mother's to find his aging cat dead on the floor. For a few seconds he just thought he was sleeping, but soon the reality took hold.
17. Joe lives on a college campus, in a fair sized building. He has a single room and doesn't really interact with the others on his floor all that often.
18. Joe goes to college, he studies mathematics and languages for the most part.
19. Joe is taking 18 credits this semester, an increase from last year's 16, and the two extra credit hours are providing him with quite a bit more school work than he is accustomed to. It is a good thing he doesn't keep a job during the school year as he probably wouldn't have a whole lot of time to fit in both school work and job work and still have a minimal amount of time to himself. His schedule is a bit hectic and he doesn't get much of a break during the week.
20. Joe is pretty indifferent to most people. He doesn't not get along with anyone, but this even-ness means that his doesn't really have a clique and no close group of friends. Joe sees his classmates, they are his classmates, he goes to class with them. Over the course of a semester, Joe will get 'closer' to one to three/four of them.
21. Joe has no idea what others think about him. He doesn't ask, they don't tell, for the most part. A few of the people that know Joe better than most say he is hilarious, but Joe usually disagrees with this.
22. Joe has no place in the community. He leads no one, he follows no one. He is alone. Historically, Joe has not been a member of any clubs, but recently he has decided to join one, as it is based on a topic he is actually interested in. Joe is a registered Democrat and extreme atheist.
23. Joe does not have a significant other. He doesn't even have an other.
24. There aren't very many important people in Joe's life, he could count them on one hand, with the extended edition requiring two hands. His parents, his brother, a select few other relatives, and one or two people he knew from years ago. Joe doesn't really have a best friend, but there's about 3 people who could vie for this spot, if he actually spent any time with them. He has no mentors but does respect and admire the intelligence of some peers and professors. He has no adversary; Joe is too even-keel and can get along with anyone(mostly.)
25. Joe is not religious at all, to the point where he hates religion, zealously. If he could bring about an end to religion world wide, he would.
26. Joe likes baseball, hockey, watching movies, listening to music and playing video games. He is not into pop culture / hip things, or fads.
27. Joe has a pet cat. She is very small and playful. Bizzle, as he calls her, is a bulls-eye tabby with a great personality and can be quite feisty. She can be picked up with one hand with no problem and is fine with being worn around the back of the neck. A very trusting cat and Joe cares for her more than most people; she is the one thing he misses from home.
28. Joe hates himself. He doesn't like his looks, but sometimes finds them to be quite interesting. Joe is very insecure and has 0 self-confidence /esteem. He often jokes that he is bi-polar, but often wonders if that might actually be true. He either has or doesn't have crippling depression, but its most likely the former.
29. Joe is probably something that would be called an 'inextrovert,' taking on characteristics of both introverts and extroverts, but leaning more towards introvert. He is very shy and not outgoing at all. He doesn't like crowds and is uncomfortable around people. This discomfort lessens as he gets to know the people, but usually still remains in part. He doesn't really care about his feelings, you could say what ever you want about him and chances are, it wouldn't bother him. One can not effectively make fun of him because Joe just doesn't care.
30. Joe is very easy going and extremely pessimistic. He is the definition of apathy.
31. Joe does indeed have a sense of humor, however it is very different than most people's. His sense of humor encompass a wide range of attributes; it can be dry, sarcastic, inane, insane, intelligent, dirty, cynical and confusing. Often times when he is joking around, people will have no idea what he is talking about. Sometimes he will explain, others he will not.
32. Yes, Joe has been in love, even though I've called him the least capable of love.
37. Joe is not happy with his current life. His social life is un-fulfilling and lacking and he wishes he had done more things -anything- up to this point in his life. His childhood and adolescence left him unsatisfied.
38. Joe would like to be in a log cabin up on a snowy mountain.
39. Joe fears rejection and failure more than anything. He's not too fond of hornets either.
40. Since Joe has done nothing in/with his life, has hasn't really experienced anything scary.
42. Joe's most precious belonging is his computer. He uses it every day and would be lost without it.
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43. Joe wants to be left alone.
44. Joe needs a girlfriend.
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Yes, the numbers don't make entirely too much sense. GTFO.
1. Joe Vidor
2. The Caveman
3. Male
4. 19 years old.
12. Joe's home life was pretty boring and stable. Both his parents worked and they had a decent income. When Joe was 12, his parents divorced and he was forced to split time between their houses. His parents were fine, they did take care of him, but for the most part stayed out of his life and let him be. Joe has one older brother, the two of them are almost complete opposites when it comes to many aspects of their lives. They fought excessively until they were about 13 and 16 years old, now they get along just fine, but still don't talk very often.
13. Joe went through elementary, middle and high school with no troubles at all. He excelled at academics but never really got involved with any extra-curricular activities or sports. Joe applied to 5 colleges and was accepted to all of them, even with his lack of extra-curriculars or interests. Joe is doing pretty well in college, has a 3.3 GPA and for the most part never struggles, though some classes do present him with quite the challenge.
14. Joe likes his parents and sibling. He wishes them no ill-will and does care about them. However, he still won't call them, almost ever. He is not exactly attached to them, nor is he to anyone. If his parents or brother call him, they will have a 2 to 20 minute conversation, depending on how long it has been since they last talked, with 3+ weeks being 20 minutes and 5 days being 2-8 minutes.
15. A collection of Christmas eve/ morning memories from when Joe was about 10-16 are the best of his childhood memories. He can't really remember a whole lot about his childhood, as nothing particularly good stands out.
16. Joe's worst childhood memory was coming back to his dad's house after half a week at his mother's to find his aging cat dead on the floor. For a few seconds he just thought he was sleeping, but soon the reality took hold.
17. Joe lives on a college campus, in a fair sized building. He has a single room and doesn't really interact with the others on his floor all that often.
18. Joe goes to college, he studies mathematics and languages for the most part.
19. Joe is taking 18 credits this semester, an increase from last year's 16, and the two extra credit hours are providing him with quite a bit more school work than he is accustomed to. It is a good thing he doesn't keep a job during the school year as he probably wouldn't have a whole lot of time to fit in both school work and job work and still have a minimal amount of time to himself. His schedule is a bit hectic and he doesn't get much of a break during the week.
20. Joe is pretty indifferent to most people. He doesn't not get along with anyone, but this even-ness means that his doesn't really have a clique and no close group of friends. Joe sees his classmates, they are his classmates, he goes to class with them. Over the course of a semester, Joe will get 'closer' to one to three/four of them.
21. Joe has no idea what others think about him. He doesn't ask, they don't tell, for the most part. A few of the people that know Joe better than most say he is hilarious, but Joe usually disagrees with this.
22. Joe has no place in the community. He leads no one, he follows no one. He is alone. Historically, Joe has not been a member of any clubs, but recently he has decided to join one, as it is based on a topic he is actually interested in. Joe is a registered Democrat and extreme atheist.
23. Joe does not have a significant other. He doesn't even have an other.
24. There aren't very many important people in Joe's life, he could count them on one hand, with the extended edition requiring two hands. His parents, his brother, a select few other relatives, and one or two people he knew from years ago. Joe doesn't really have a best friend, but there's about 3 people who could vie for this spot, if he actually spent any time with them. He has no mentors but does respect and admire the intelligence of some peers and professors. He has no adversary; Joe is too even-keel and can get along with anyone(mostly.)
25. Joe is not religious at all, to the point where he hates religion, zealously. If he could bring about an end to religion world wide, he would.
26. Joe likes baseball, hockey, watching movies, listening to music and playing video games. He is not into pop culture / hip things, or fads.
27. Joe has a pet cat. She is very small and playful. Bizzle, as he calls her, is a bulls-eye tabby with a great personality and can be quite feisty. She can be picked up with one hand with no problem and is fine with being worn around the back of the neck. A very trusting cat and Joe cares for her more than most people; she is the one thing he misses from home.
28. Joe hates himself. He doesn't like his looks, but sometimes finds them to be quite interesting. Joe is very insecure and has 0 self-confidence /esteem. He often jokes that he is bi-polar, but often wonders if that might actually be true. He either has or doesn't have crippling depression, but its most likely the former.
29. Joe is probably something that would be called an 'inextrovert,' taking on characteristics of both introverts and extroverts, but leaning more towards introvert. He is very shy and not outgoing at all. He doesn't like crowds and is uncomfortable around people. This discomfort lessens as he gets to know the people, but usually still remains in part. He doesn't really care about his feelings, you could say what ever you want about him and chances are, it wouldn't bother him. One can not effectively make fun of him because Joe just doesn't care.
30. Joe is very easy going and extremely pessimistic. He is the definition of apathy.
31. Joe does indeed have a sense of humor, however it is very different than most people's. His sense of humor encompass a wide range of attributes; it can be dry, sarcastic, inane, insane, intelligent, dirty, cynical and confusing. Often times when he is joking around, people will have no idea what he is talking about. Sometimes he will explain, others he will not.
32. Yes, Joe has been in love, even though I've called him the least capable of love.
37. Joe is not happy with his current life. His social life is un-fulfilling and lacking and he wishes he had done more things -anything- up to this point in his life. His childhood and adolescence left him unsatisfied.
38. Joe would like to be in a log cabin up on a snowy mountain.
39. Joe fears rejection and failure more than anything. He's not too fond of hornets either.
40. Since Joe has done nothing in/with his life, has hasn't really experienced anything scary.
42. Joe's most precious belonging is his computer. He uses it every day and would be lost without it.
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43. Joe wants to be left alone.
44. Joe needs a girlfriend.
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Yes, the numbers don't make entirely too much sense. GTFO.
Monday, October 5, 2009
A Monolouge.
INT. DINING HALL - NIGHT
Two college students sit next to each other at a table
eating their dinners. DAVE wears a black sweatshirt and
black pants. JOE wears a T-shirt and some baggy pants.
Joe holds his glass in his right hand and stares straight
ahead.
JOE
And then like every night its loud
yelling and bad music. Damn
teenagers and their parties. Ya
know, I wouldn’t mind so much if it
weren’t for all the damn noise. I’m
very sensitive to noise, as I am to
light. I can hear my father’s watch
ticking from 10 feet away. But its
odd, he’ll start talking to me and
I’ll have no idea what he’s saying.
Talked to my mom the other day and
apparently I’ve had some sort of
problem with processing noises
since I was a child. That’s
unfortunate. And you know what
else? The inside of my right ear is
disfigured, mal-formed really. Go
put your thumbs in your ears, with
the uh.. palm portion - the feely
side- facing up. Notice that
vertical line? I mean, horizontal
line, wow. Anyways, its supposed to
be a straight line. And with my
left ear it is, but the right one,
that one has a 90 degree angle.
Like, what the hell. That’s not
right. And it makes using ear buds
impossible with this ear. Then
again, they don’t much like the
other ear either but hey. Then
there was this one time last year,
some guy in my class wanted to show
me something on his phone. It was
called like sound grenade. And
apparently he activated it. I
didn’t even realize. He was talking
about how annoying it was and how
(MORE)
2.
JOE (cont’d)
that was a sure fire way to clear
people out at a party. I just
looked at him confusedly. Is that a
word? Then the guy next to us says
to turn the damn thing off,
because, as he had said earlier,
its so damn annoying. He turned it
off. I noticed no difference.
Apparently this sound grenade thing
plays a frequency that just
irritates everyone in the area. And
my ears don’t pick it up. Again,
unfortunate, but you know what, is
it really? This is thee sound to
piss people off and I’m immune. Not
really sure what the reason is,
perhaps I’ve heard too many saw
blades in my time. Eh whatever, so
I’m like both glad and disheartened
by this recent revelation. What
other sounds can I not pick up?
Can’t help but think this is
related to why I can’t ever
understand what the hell my dad is
saying. Or maybe he’s just fucking
with me, cuz I don’t exactly speak
the clearest... as I’m sure you’re
aware... I’ve never been much of a
talker, and I got no idea how you
got me speaking like this, all run
on and what not, that’s usually
reserved for my online a-postin’.
Which I have linked back to my lack
of talking in the real world- gotta
vent someplace, I guess. Mom says I
gotta talk more, but um, yea. I
don’t think so. It’s not my
personality. Never has been,
probably never will be. Can’t
change a man’s personality, its who
he is, so unless I go through some
sort of mid-life crisis type thing,
I don’t see that happenin’.
Joe takes a sip from his glass.
Dave’s eyes are wide-open and his mouth agape. He stares at
Joe in awe.
JOE
Anyways, where were we? Somethin’
about talking... Oh yeah, this uh,
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3.
JOE (cont’d)
what we’re doing here, don’t happen
a lot for me. And the other day I
was talking to two people at once.
That’s a big step for me. Two
people’s like a group or something.
This one-on-one is like a uh..a.. a
duo, and that’s how most of my
conversations are. So yeah, two
people. Big step up. And we talked
for like an hour too! Sure, I felt
somewhat uncomfortable several
times during it, but I had nothing
better to do. Was probably just
gunna go watch a movie. Truth is I
probably shoulda been doing some
homework, but I wasn’t feeling it.
Joe drinks from his glass.
DAVE
You need to do stand-up.
Joe chuckles softly for a second and sighs.
JOE
I...I don’t think so.
I wonder how the format will end up.
Two college students sit next to each other at a table
eating their dinners. DAVE wears a black sweatshirt and
black pants. JOE wears a T-shirt and some baggy pants.
Joe holds his glass in his right hand and stares straight
ahead.
JOE
And then like every night its loud
yelling and bad music. Damn
teenagers and their parties. Ya
know, I wouldn’t mind so much if it
weren’t for all the damn noise. I’m
very sensitive to noise, as I am to
light. I can hear my father’s watch
ticking from 10 feet away. But its
odd, he’ll start talking to me and
I’ll have no idea what he’s saying.
Talked to my mom the other day and
apparently I’ve had some sort of
problem with processing noises
since I was a child. That’s
unfortunate. And you know what
else? The inside of my right ear is
disfigured, mal-formed really. Go
put your thumbs in your ears, with
the uh.. palm portion - the feely
side- facing up. Notice that
vertical line? I mean, horizontal
line, wow. Anyways, its supposed to
be a straight line. And with my
left ear it is, but the right one,
that one has a 90 degree angle.
Like, what the hell. That’s not
right. And it makes using ear buds
impossible with this ear. Then
again, they don’t much like the
other ear either but hey. Then
there was this one time last year,
some guy in my class wanted to show
me something on his phone. It was
called like sound grenade. And
apparently he activated it. I
didn’t even realize. He was talking
about how annoying it was and how
(MORE)
2.
JOE (cont’d)
that was a sure fire way to clear
people out at a party. I just
looked at him confusedly. Is that a
word? Then the guy next to us says
to turn the damn thing off,
because, as he had said earlier,
its so damn annoying. He turned it
off. I noticed no difference.
Apparently this sound grenade thing
plays a frequency that just
irritates everyone in the area. And
my ears don’t pick it up. Again,
unfortunate, but you know what, is
it really? This is thee sound to
piss people off and I’m immune. Not
really sure what the reason is,
perhaps I’ve heard too many saw
blades in my time. Eh whatever, so
I’m like both glad and disheartened
by this recent revelation. What
other sounds can I not pick up?
Can’t help but think this is
related to why I can’t ever
understand what the hell my dad is
saying. Or maybe he’s just fucking
with me, cuz I don’t exactly speak
the clearest... as I’m sure you’re
aware... I’ve never been much of a
talker, and I got no idea how you
got me speaking like this, all run
on and what not, that’s usually
reserved for my online a-postin’.
Which I have linked back to my lack
of talking in the real world- gotta
vent someplace, I guess. Mom says I
gotta talk more, but um, yea. I
don’t think so. It’s not my
personality. Never has been,
probably never will be. Can’t
change a man’s personality, its who
he is, so unless I go through some
sort of mid-life crisis type thing,
I don’t see that happenin’.
Joe takes a sip from his glass.
Dave’s eyes are wide-open and his mouth agape. He stares at
Joe in awe.
JOE
Anyways, where were we? Somethin’
about talking... Oh yeah, this uh,
(MORE)
3.
JOE (cont’d)
what we’re doing here, don’t happen
a lot for me. And the other day I
was talking to two people at once.
That’s a big step for me. Two
people’s like a group or something.
This one-on-one is like a uh..a.. a
duo, and that’s how most of my
conversations are. So yeah, two
people. Big step up. And we talked
for like an hour too! Sure, I felt
somewhat uncomfortable several
times during it, but I had nothing
better to do. Was probably just
gunna go watch a movie. Truth is I
probably shoulda been doing some
homework, but I wasn’t feeling it.
Joe drinks from his glass.
DAVE
You need to do stand-up.
Joe chuckles softly for a second and sighs.
JOE
I...I don’t think so.
I wonder how the format will end up.
So, just a let you know.
Hi. Its been awhile hasn't it, my friends?
Since I'm doing no direct video game stuff atm, but rather things related to .. things i needed for the major that never was, I'll post it. Its like stories and scripts and what not. yay.
(You can tell he is filled with tremendous self-loathing.)
Since I'm doing no direct video game stuff atm, but rather things related to .. things i needed for the major that never was, I'll post it. Its like stories and scripts and what not. yay.
(You can tell he is filled with tremendous self-loathing.)
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