Scene (Opening for a short film)
It is six a.m. on a Sunday morning. The sixth of October. Brooklyn New York. Rain everywhere. A fourteen year old Toyota 4runner is parked outside an apartment complex in East New York. The year is 2008.
Inside the vehicle sits a 28 year old black man in the passenger seat, leaned all the way back. There is no one in the drivers seat. The windows are tinted in the back, not on the front, there are beads of water all across the auto glass.
The Saturday night before was filled with decadence. Not too much though. Just a lot of liquor and marijuana, and recently forgotten faces of fancy young women.
In the back seat is one of those women. She is passed out. She is twenty two years old. She is an aspiring model. Her hair naturally long and she just got it straitened for the weekend on the Friday afternoon. It looks beautifully disheveled now however. Unintentional bangs dance across her long equine face.
The rain was furious the night before. It is friendly now. It patters upon the car like children's feet in an outdoor playground. The man in the front of the vehicle is almost passed out as well. However he has a few more years of practice with the night life and he knows what to expect on nights like this. He is just asleep and handling a oncoming hangover with daft skill.
There was a driver. He is in the apartment building. He is laying in a familiar bed with an unfamiliar body beside him. It is his ex girlfriends pad. The girl in bed with him is a stranger. His ex girlfriend is in the bathroom cleaning.
The strange girl in the bed is dead. She has been dead for the last forty five minutes.
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k Rider
Inside the vehicle sits a 28 year old black man in the passenger seat, leaned all the way back. There is no one in the drivers seat. The windows are tinted in the back, not on the front, there are beads of water all across the auto glass.
The Saturday night before was filled with decadence. Not too much though. Just a lot of liquor and marijuana, and recently forgotten faces of fancy young women.
In the back seat is one of those women. She is passed out. She is twenty two years old. She is an aspiring model. Her hair naturally long and she just got it straitened for the weekend on the Friday afternoon. It looks beautifully disheveled now however. Unintentional bangs dance across her long equine face.
The rain was furious the night before. It is friendly now. It patters upon the car like children's feet in an outdoor playground. The man in the front of the vehicle is almost passed out as well. However he has a few more years of practice with the night life and he knows what to expect on nights like this. He is just asleep and handling a oncoming hangover with daft skill.
There was a driver. He is in the apartment building. He is laying in a familiar bed with an unfamiliar body beside him. It is his ex girlfriends pad. The girl in bed with him is a stranger. His ex girlfriend is in the bathroom cleaning.
The strange girl in the bed is dead. She has been dead for the last forty five minutes.
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k Rider
