beginning of a script - 'ashley land'
Friday afternoon. 2005. Daytime.
Fade In On
Busy office. Skinny men in suits are sitting in their cubicles. Phones are ringing. Dry faces answer them, speak wearily; hang up quickly. Skyscrapers are the view from the windows that surround the tiny characterless office. Kid, a guy with messy black hair that falls over his face down to his chin, is sitting in his chair on wheels, eyeing a cigarette.
Focus on computer screen, its a blur of blue that slowly turns gray. A consistent beeping sound becomes louder and louder until its defining. It stops and the screen goes blue again. Kid rubs his eyes. A scrawny elf-looking guys walks through the door, hovers over Kid momentarily. Dee building, it is on fire, we need to evacuate, so
Kid nods solemnly, picks up his cigarette and follows his boss to the staircase. Kid looks like hes just taking a cigarette break. Everyone else follows them down the stairs.
Outside, Kid watches the building burn with half-interest. A business man in an expensive suit and a New York Times tugged under his arm, walks towards Kid and winks at Kid when Kid looks his way. Then the man walks into the burning building as if its an ordinary day. Kid follows him into the burning building.
Alarm sounds off. Kid wakes up and we realize hes been dreaming. The monotonous sound of his alarm clock resembles the sound of the computer. He throws back the covers (tangled white sheets with pinks designs) and slaps himself down, thinking hes on fire.
Focus on Girl on the couch, naked, with the exception of knee-high Adidas socks. Her breasts are huge. Shes eating Oreo cookies, dipping them in milk. She wipes milk that has dripped on her chin. The sound of the plastic Oreo wrapper and her eating them is very loud. She watches Kid as he calms down, realizing hes not on fire.
ASHLEY (sweet, calm voice): You okay over there? (Eats more cookies)
KID: No. Had a fucked up dream. What time is it?
ASHLEY (calm): Three-thirty.
KID: Three-thirty! How the fuck did it get so late?
ASHLEY: Youre an alcoholic.
Kid looks at her in a negative way. He wants to say something, but there isnt anything he can say now that he hasnt said before. He is a broken record. He wants to go back to bed but his body wont allow it. He gets up and the kitchens only given light is when he opens the fridge.
ASHLEY: I dont know what youre looking for in there. Its like an empty coffin.
Kid slams the door closed and stands in the middle of the dark room. Its mid-afternoon, raining. It feels like seven at night. He walks into the living room. Ashley is still in the loveseat; a narcissistic sea of selfishness, littered with magazines. Kid folds one leg over the other and prepares himself.
KID: Ashley, I have something to tell you.
The sound of the plastic wrapper rustling ends. Its like a cartoon when a dogs ears point straight up. He knows shes that in tuned to what he has to say.
ASHLEY: You cheat on me again?
Kid sighs and shakes his head.
KID: No. I got fired. Friday was my last day of work. This dream I just had
ASHLEY (voice screeching): What the fuck! You wait until now to tell me this?
Kid drops his face into his hands. The rain starts to pour heavier. The alarm, that was originally put on snooze, goes off again. Kid cant remember why he set it to go off at three in the first place.
Friday afternoon. 2005. Daytime.
Fade In On
Busy office. Skinny men in suits are sitting in their cubicles. Phones are ringing. Dry faces answer them, speak wearily; hang up quickly. Skyscrapers are the view from the windows that surround the tiny characterless office. Kid, a guy with messy black hair that falls over his face down to his chin, is sitting in his chair on wheels, eyeing a cigarette.
Focus on computer screen, its a blur of blue that slowly turns gray. A consistent beeping sound becomes louder and louder until its defining. It stops and the screen goes blue again. Kid rubs his eyes. A scrawny elf-looking guys walks through the door, hovers over Kid momentarily. Dee building, it is on fire, we need to evacuate, so
Kid nods solemnly, picks up his cigarette and follows his boss to the staircase. Kid looks like hes just taking a cigarette break. Everyone else follows them down the stairs.
Outside, Kid watches the building burn with half-interest. A business man in an expensive suit and a New York Times tugged under his arm, walks towards Kid and winks at Kid when Kid looks his way. Then the man walks into the burning building as if its an ordinary day. Kid follows him into the burning building.
Alarm sounds off. Kid wakes up and we realize hes been dreaming. The monotonous sound of his alarm clock resembles the sound of the computer. He throws back the covers (tangled white sheets with pinks designs) and slaps himself down, thinking hes on fire.
Focus on Girl on the couch, naked, with the exception of knee-high Adidas socks. Her breasts are huge. Shes eating Oreo cookies, dipping them in milk. She wipes milk that has dripped on her chin. The sound of the plastic Oreo wrapper and her eating them is very loud. She watches Kid as he calms down, realizing hes not on fire.
ASHLEY (sweet, calm voice): You okay over there? (Eats more cookies)
KID: No. Had a fucked up dream. What time is it?
ASHLEY (calm): Three-thirty.
KID: Three-thirty! How the fuck did it get so late?
ASHLEY: Youre an alcoholic.
Kid looks at her in a negative way. He wants to say something, but there isnt anything he can say now that he hasnt said before. He is a broken record. He wants to go back to bed but his body wont allow it. He gets up and the kitchens only given light is when he opens the fridge.
ASHLEY: I dont know what youre looking for in there. Its like an empty coffin.
Kid slams the door closed and stands in the middle of the dark room. Its mid-afternoon, raining. It feels like seven at night. He walks into the living room. Ashley is still in the loveseat; a narcissistic sea of selfishness, littered with magazines. Kid folds one leg over the other and prepares himself.
KID: Ashley, I have something to tell you.
The sound of the plastic wrapper rustling ends. Its like a cartoon when a dogs ears point straight up. He knows shes that in tuned to what he has to say.
ASHLEY: You cheat on me again?
Kid sighs and shakes his head.
KID: No. I got fired. Friday was my last day of work. This dream I just had
ASHLEY (voice screeching): What the fuck! You wait until now to tell me this?
Kid drops his face into his hands. The rain starts to pour heavier. The alarm, that was originally put on snooze, goes off again. Kid cant remember why he set it to go off at three in the first place.
VIEW 25 of 30 COMMENTS
modkitten:
mmm..tu es tres belle...and we're practically neighbors...thats too much cute for this small city of ours
olsen:
I'm up in Andersonville (girls' town). Boys town is still the most fun part of town....it's getting pretty yuppified though.....lots of really expensive alternative clothing stores.... What part of town did you live in?