Ok, heres a piece of an unfinished draft of a play that I did a little while back...
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The lights come from black on the room. It's a dingy and cheap-looking motel room. Theres a table with a couple of chairs, a half-full ashtray and a glass sitting on the top. A bottle of booze and another glass is somewhere on the floor. The room is still pretty dark except for some harsh noon-day sun coming through the slits in the dented and dinged blinds. JON sits on the edge of the bed, a smoke hanging from between his fingers. He takes slow deliberate drags from the thing, and ashes on the carpet. From the other side of the bathroom door theres a bit of a commotion, and a bit of muttered swearing and mumbling under ones breath as JANE comes out into the main room, a duffel bag hanging off of her shoulder as she screams out in frustration. Every seperate line below should be read to have either a beat of a pause in between them, (expcept where scentences are continued from the line above)
JANE:
I have had it!God-damn-it!
Don't you look at me like that you son of a bitch- don't you dare play dumb about this!
(She grunts ferally) So help me god I could just fucking deck you
I mean, I mean, well shit, you know exactly what I mean. It's not like this is some sort of surprise to you is it? How did you think this would happen? No, don't- I don't want to know...do I?
It's really, it's better that I hear this from you isn't it? Better you than...
Fuck.
This really sucks, y'know? What're we gonna do now? We didn't really plan for something like this
things just happen, yeah yeah, I know.
It's just that I didn't want this to happen. Did you?
Well? The least you can do is say something
I remember back when this would be where youd say something nice to me, 'bout how pretty my hair looks, or how you think my dress is nice.
Guess thats not gonna happen anymore, huh? Yeah, guess a lotta different stuff isn't gonna be happening anymore.
I just wish there was something I could say
Was it something I did? 'cause if it is I won't do it again. If it'll make things all better I won't...Aw, hell.
Are you even listening to me? That's the story of us ain't it?
Fine, you want it to be that way, then fine! Fuck you! I don't need this shit, and I sure as hell don't need you! Oh no, don't you worry about nothin' I will get on just sweet without you. I did it before, and I can sure as shit do it again!
(she goes over to take a smoke off of the table and lights it, blowing out hard each time and just staring daggers into JON. She fidgets while she does it, and she watches him ash his smoke onto the carpet)
stop that.
You always do things like that. Jesus.
They always used to tell me I was nuts for thinkin' you'd ever get any better.
You know how much I hate being wrong.
Bastard.
You didn't make this easy, you know that right? I mean, I tried. I really really did. I didn't care things would be tough, I just wanted you here.
You always do this to me. You're the only one. And I'm sick of it.
Do you hear me?
I'm so sick of this. I just- I mean, I can't fucking live like this anymore...
Look at me.
What can I do now?
You always were a good kisser. Made a girl feel safe, y'know?
We done here? just take my shit and get out, that how it needs to be now?
Cause really, you owe me somethin fierce. Remember that. Didn't think that I'd bring that up, did you? Well if this is the last kick I'm going to get at the can, I might as well hit it for all it's worth, right?
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The lights come from black on the room. It's a dingy and cheap-looking motel room. Theres a table with a couple of chairs, a half-full ashtray and a glass sitting on the top. A bottle of booze and another glass is somewhere on the floor. The room is still pretty dark except for some harsh noon-day sun coming through the slits in the dented and dinged blinds. JON sits on the edge of the bed, a smoke hanging from between his fingers. He takes slow deliberate drags from the thing, and ashes on the carpet. From the other side of the bathroom door theres a bit of a commotion, and a bit of muttered swearing and mumbling under ones breath as JANE comes out into the main room, a duffel bag hanging off of her shoulder as she screams out in frustration. Every seperate line below should be read to have either a beat of a pause in between them, (expcept where scentences are continued from the line above)
JANE:
I have had it!God-damn-it!
Don't you look at me like that you son of a bitch- don't you dare play dumb about this!
(She grunts ferally) So help me god I could just fucking deck you
I mean, I mean, well shit, you know exactly what I mean. It's not like this is some sort of surprise to you is it? How did you think this would happen? No, don't- I don't want to know...do I?
It's really, it's better that I hear this from you isn't it? Better you than...
Fuck.
This really sucks, y'know? What're we gonna do now? We didn't really plan for something like this
things just happen, yeah yeah, I know.
It's just that I didn't want this to happen. Did you?
Well? The least you can do is say something
I remember back when this would be where youd say something nice to me, 'bout how pretty my hair looks, or how you think my dress is nice.
Guess thats not gonna happen anymore, huh? Yeah, guess a lotta different stuff isn't gonna be happening anymore.
I just wish there was something I could say
Was it something I did? 'cause if it is I won't do it again. If it'll make things all better I won't...Aw, hell.
Are you even listening to me? That's the story of us ain't it?
Fine, you want it to be that way, then fine! Fuck you! I don't need this shit, and I sure as hell don't need you! Oh no, don't you worry about nothin' I will get on just sweet without you. I did it before, and I can sure as shit do it again!
(she goes over to take a smoke off of the table and lights it, blowing out hard each time and just staring daggers into JON. She fidgets while she does it, and she watches him ash his smoke onto the carpet)
stop that.
You always do things like that. Jesus.
They always used to tell me I was nuts for thinkin' you'd ever get any better.
You know how much I hate being wrong.
Bastard.
You didn't make this easy, you know that right? I mean, I tried. I really really did. I didn't care things would be tough, I just wanted you here.
You always do this to me. You're the only one. And I'm sick of it.
Do you hear me?
I'm so sick of this. I just- I mean, I can't fucking live like this anymore...
Look at me.
What can I do now?
You always were a good kisser. Made a girl feel safe, y'know?
We done here? just take my shit and get out, that how it needs to be now?
Cause really, you owe me somethin fierce. Remember that. Didn't think that I'd bring that up, did you? Well if this is the last kick I'm going to get at the can, I might as well hit it for all it's worth, right?
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That being said, though, I certainly don't mind the odd three day weekend. Especially now...
... the college story, not the play
[Edited on Sep 05, 2005 12:23PM]