Fall.(Lights begin dim on a completely neutral looking sidewalk—nothing on screen is out of the ordinary at the least. The lights are a warm orange colour, like the sun’s begun to set. The only real piece of set (other than a painted background, possibly) is a tall building that extends up past the top frame of the stage, sitting on far stage right. It looks ominous, and casts a shadow over the entire set. All logical light is dim because of the height of this building. From stage left, a person enters on crutches; they look very bruised and haggard, but educated. A good man who’s been through a tough time. Their eyes are circled wiFall.
We Hate It WhenThe sigh she let out seemed to propel her backwards; she fell onto the bed with a complete defeated lifelessness, what little breath she had left in her knocked out in a pathetic wheeze when the springs in the mattress sent her flopping across the sheetless messy thing. Her eyes stared up at the blurred shapes in the moulded ceiling, since her glasses had been thrown off of her face with the initial descent. Even when she felt her arm bend at a sharply uncomfortable angle and a sudden mess of hair rubbed against her neck, she didn’t bother to tear her eyes from the blurred mess of the ceiling. She simply didn’t have the energy. She&We Hate It When
Adam and Calliope.SCENE 1Adam and Calliope.
(Scene opens on a comfortably messy study; the way things are strewn about it's obvious that to someone out there, it is perfectly organized. None of the furnishings match each other, though each piece looks well-worn and well-loved. Though there is a writing table sitting against one wall with papers piled haphazardly on top of it, the writer is seated elsewhere; ADAM, an up-and-coming novelist, is seated cross-legged in a faded armchair with a laptop sitting on his legs, hunched over the machine and staring down at a blank screen. His eyes are frustrated and blank; he's been up for days, feebly testing out a new paragra
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