ANOTHER SCENE
EXT. HOME TO MAIN CHARACTER. BLUE GREEN WITH WHITE TRIM CORRESPONDING WHITE WOOD FENCE, HAND PAINTED AND ASSEMBLED. HAUNTING LIKE THE ALICE IN WONDERLANDS HOLE. HOMEMADE BEER PONG TABLE ON OUTGROWN LAWN. RED KEG CUPS PEAK OUT OF THE GREEN. GRAFFITI SCRAPS OF WOOD ARE SCATTERED AGAINST THE HOUSE AND AROUND. IN THE WINDOW IS A SIGN THAT READS "STAY CLASSIC SEATTLE". SUN BRIGHT. BLUE SKY. PERFECT FOR A CIGARETTE.
Fade In
..Intro song plays in the background..
Door opens to the front house, the main character steps with an unlit cigarette in her mouth and frowns with displeasure. Its really fucking bright out.
main character exhales deeply with relief and closes her fists together with angry relief. The cigarette automatically lights in the heat of the morning.
MAIN CHARACTER
(She inhales a large and long drag of smoke while muttering loudly
"that feels so. good..."
(assertively switches from relaxed to formally collected like an adult. to her right was the neighbor for his morning smoke.)
"Morning"
EXT. DAYTIME. NEIGHBORS HOUSE, ECLECTIC WITH MISCELLANEOUS OBJECTS. USUAL FOUNTAINS, ROLLING MARBLE BALLS, NO GNOMES....BUT IT LOOKS LIKE ONE VISITS FREQUENTLY.
NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR:
LATE 50's,STANDS TALL WITH CONFIDENCE BUT LOOKS SHORT FROM A DISAPPOINTING LONG LOST LOVE NEVER RECOVERED FROM. HIS SLIGHT HUNCH IS FROM MOST LIKELY FROM HAVING A SEXY SWAGGER IN HIS YOUNGER YEARS. MORE THAN LIKELY THE FATE OF GRAVITY UPON THE BEER INFUSED BELLY BUT HIS FRAME STILL APPEARS INTACT. HE HAS GLASSES THAT TOUCH HIS HAIR JUST LONG ENOUGH WITH A CURL TO GRAB AND SLIDE HIS HAND THROUGH BACKWARDS. HE WAS A LADIES MAN NO DOUBT, THE SILENT TYPE. HIS SMOKE BREAKS ARE FREQUENT BUT HIS DRINK CHOICE VARIES NIGHTLY. THE ASSHOLE. THE ONE THAT YOU ALWAYS LET GO. HIS PAST EXPERIENCES OF ENTREPRENEURSHIP AND FREE LIVING MAKES HIM PERFECT FOR ADVICE THAT SUPPORTS RANDOM LIVING. HE IS WHO THE CHARACTERS REFLECT THROUGH.
