Naudikom
03-22-2008, 05:08 PM
VOTING STARTS APRIL 1ST - PM ME WITH YOUR VOTES AT THAT TIME
MIXED TAPES
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
An alarm clock goes off.
It fills the room with nature sounds blasted at a volume that makes them into something far more unpleasant than nature sounds.
WILLY (27) sits up in a brown sleeping bag, laid on a sheetless, blood stained Futon. He has long, stringy hair and a black goatee.
He slams the alarm off and pulls a Metallica shirt over his scrawny frame.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
In a grimy kitchen with grease stains covering the walls, Willy walks over and fires up a stove top tea kettle.
There are uncleaned skillets all over the stove.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Willy walks over to the tape deck in the living room. It is a small tape deck/CD Player on the floor next to a pile of dirty laundry.
Willy searches around on the floor until he finds a tape that is still in its wrapping. He takes it out and puts it in the tape deck.
He hits record on the tape deck and play on the CD Player. An asinine, teen dance song fills the room.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Willy walks back into the kitchen, takes the boiling water off of the stove. Picks up a coffee mug and checks its cleanliness with his finger.
Satisfied with his check, he pours the water in and adds a spoon of instant coffee.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Willy walks back over to the tape deck. He hits stop, pops in another CD, and hits play/record. A pop-punk/emo song about breaking up fills the room.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Willy splashes water over his face with his cupped hands at a dirty sink. He gargles a bit of the stream and starts shaving all around his goatee with a used razor.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Willy walks back over to his tapedeck. He pops out the pop-punk CD and puts in another. A super sappy, teen R and B love song fills the room
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Willy bends over his gas range and lights a cigarette on an exposed burner.
He takes a deep drag, walks over to his phone and dials. It rings twice.
WILLY
Hello, Officer Pettigrew? Yes, I was wondering if it would be OK if I went to the grocery store this morning.
(beat)
Just some eggs and milk and sh@#, sir.
(beat)
Yes, sir. One hour, sir. Thank you, sir.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Willy pops the tape out of the tapedeck, writes something on it, then flops down on his Futon.
He fishes around on the ground and finds an anklet. He shakes his head in disgust and snaps the anklet on. A red LCD light starts blinking in a lazy rhythm.
EXT. DRIVEWAY - DAY
Willy walks over to a beat up pick up truck in his driveway. He throws his jacket in the back and walks around and gets in.
EXT. FRONT YARD - DAY
CASSIE (15) is standing in a school girl’s uniform with blue tights and plaid skirt. She is listening to headphones and bobbing to the rhythm.
Willy’s pickup truck drives by and its break lights come on.
Cassie looks over, confused.
Willy hops out and waves a pleasant smile. Cassie takes her headphones off and starts to turn away.
WILLY
Hey, there! Hi, hi!
Cassie doesn’t look up.
WILLY
Are you shy?
He grins.
WILLY
That’s OK. My name is Willy Phelps. I’ve got something for ya’.
She still doesn’t look up. Willy takes the tape out of his back pocket. He starts to walk towards Cassie but she looks down and turns away.
Willy holds up his hand.
WILLY
Ok. Ok. Ok.
Willy kneels down and puts the tape on the grass. He backs away slowly.
WILLY
It’s OK to be smart and not talk to me. Look, I’m going to leave this tape right here on the ground. If you like it, just do me a favor and come to the address written on the front.
Willy eyes her up and down.
WILLY
You can stay dressed like that. It’s all good.
Willy bows a shallow bow.
WILLY
All right then.
Willy walks back to his truck, gets in and drives off. Cassie hesitates for a beat and walks over and picks up the tape.
MIXED TAPES
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
An alarm clock goes off.
It fills the room with nature sounds blasted at a volume that makes them into something far more unpleasant than nature sounds.
WILLY (27) sits up in a brown sleeping bag, laid on a sheetless, blood stained Futon. He has long, stringy hair and a black goatee.
He slams the alarm off and pulls a Metallica shirt over his scrawny frame.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
In a grimy kitchen with grease stains covering the walls, Willy walks over and fires up a stove top tea kettle.
There are uncleaned skillets all over the stove.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Willy walks over to the tape deck in the living room. It is a small tape deck/CD Player on the floor next to a pile of dirty laundry.
Willy searches around on the floor until he finds a tape that is still in its wrapping. He takes it out and puts it in the tape deck.
He hits record on the tape deck and play on the CD Player. An asinine, teen dance song fills the room.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Willy walks back into the kitchen, takes the boiling water off of the stove. Picks up a coffee mug and checks its cleanliness with his finger.
Satisfied with his check, he pours the water in and adds a spoon of instant coffee.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Willy walks back over to the tape deck. He hits stop, pops in another CD, and hits play/record. A pop-punk/emo song about breaking up fills the room.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Willy splashes water over his face with his cupped hands at a dirty sink. He gargles a bit of the stream and starts shaving all around his goatee with a used razor.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Willy walks back over to his tapedeck. He pops out the pop-punk CD and puts in another. A super sappy, teen R and B love song fills the room
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Willy bends over his gas range and lights a cigarette on an exposed burner.
He takes a deep drag, walks over to his phone and dials. It rings twice.
WILLY
Hello, Officer Pettigrew? Yes, I was wondering if it would be OK if I went to the grocery store this morning.
(beat)
Just some eggs and milk and sh@#, sir.
(beat)
Yes, sir. One hour, sir. Thank you, sir.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Willy pops the tape out of the tapedeck, writes something on it, then flops down on his Futon.
He fishes around on the ground and finds an anklet. He shakes his head in disgust and snaps the anklet on. A red LCD light starts blinking in a lazy rhythm.
EXT. DRIVEWAY - DAY
Willy walks over to a beat up pick up truck in his driveway. He throws his jacket in the back and walks around and gets in.
EXT. FRONT YARD - DAY
CASSIE (15) is standing in a school girl’s uniform with blue tights and plaid skirt. She is listening to headphones and bobbing to the rhythm.
Willy’s pickup truck drives by and its break lights come on.
Cassie looks over, confused.
Willy hops out and waves a pleasant smile. Cassie takes her headphones off and starts to turn away.
WILLY
Hey, there! Hi, hi!
Cassie doesn’t look up.
WILLY
Are you shy?
He grins.
WILLY
That’s OK. My name is Willy Phelps. I’ve got something for ya’.
She still doesn’t look up. Willy takes the tape out of his back pocket. He starts to walk towards Cassie but she looks down and turns away.
Willy holds up his hand.
WILLY
Ok. Ok. Ok.
Willy kneels down and puts the tape on the grass. He backs away slowly.
WILLY
It’s OK to be smart and not talk to me. Look, I’m going to leave this tape right here on the ground. If you like it, just do me a favor and come to the address written on the front.
Willy eyes her up and down.
WILLY
You can stay dressed like that. It’s all good.
Willy bows a shallow bow.
WILLY
All right then.
Willy walks back to his truck, gets in and drives off. Cassie hesitates for a beat and walks over and picks up the tape.