We are in the protagonist’s
(CHARLIE’S) bedroom.
The walls are BLUE. The CURTAINS
are closed despite being daytime and are blocking the light. The only real
light comes from a CANDLE sat next to CHARLIE.
CHARLIE is sat at his desk on his
laptop, yet not typing or interacting with the laptop what so ever: plainly
staring at the blank screen. The sound of TALKING HEADS – DRUGS is heard
lightly coming from his speakers.
HE wears casual clothing, yet
with a prominently, vivid coloured feathers on a necklace.
CHARLIE
Fuck!
He SLAMS the laptop screen in
frustration, causing the CANDLE to extinguish and the sound of TALKING HEADS to
end.
DION appears in the door way, standing
learning in with one shoulder resting on the door frame. DION is also wearing
leisurely clothing, with a look of inkling worn on his face.
DION
What’s up Charl? Why’s it so dark
in here too? I hear Talking Heads?
CHARLIE
This short fiction competition,
I’ve got no chance at this rate: my mind is blank, despite being like Tolkien
with a mind wondering aimlessly. I like the dark. It usually helps me think but
obviously not today.
DION
Well, it sounds like you need
inspiration. Check that box there; I may have left you a little surprise cos I
suspected you needed a little push.
DION winks at CHARLIE, then
leaving the door frame to go elsewhere.
CHARLIE scrambles through a
wicker box he keeps under his desk and finds a STRIP of what looks like POSTAL
STAMPS. CHARLIE frowns upon discovering these, then opens his eyes wide and
runs to the door frame, yet not breaching the confinements of his bed room.
CHARLIE
There is no response from the
landing. CHARLIE looks in wonder at these small tabs. CHARLIE returns to his
desk and rips a piece off this strip and puts it on his tongue.
After a few seconds, CHARLIE
grabs his NOTEPAD and PEN and runs downstairs out the door.
- EXT. – STREETS – Day
The sound of TALKING HEADS is
again heard as NON DIEGETIC SOUND. The camera TRACKS Charlie who is walking
down the street at a rapid pace, with his NOTEPAD and PEN held in his hand.
EXT. – DERELICT STRUCTURE – Day
CHARLIE arrives at an old
building of some sort with no walls and the inside exposed. He looks for a
place to sit as the colours become SATURATED and VIVID; the drug is kicking in.
CHARLIE sits in the corner of a
room in this construction and looks at his pad for a few seconds before he
slumps to a side.
The TALKING HEADS track once
again abruptly stops.
CUT TO BLACK
- INTL. - DAEDALUS FAMILY HOME –
night
We are once again in CHARLIE’s
room as he is lying in bed and slowly raises himself up. Next to him lays the
same NOTEPAD and PEN. HE frantically moves, sitting on the edge of the bed and
flicks through his NOTEPAD; He has written numerous pages.
CHARLIE SMILES which gradually
turns into a LAUGH of satisfaction.
FADE TO BLACK
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