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01 - I Believe in Second Chances
Oct. 20th, 2011 03:09 am( And that's why I believe in you )
[Phone - Morning]
[The voice on the phone is a whisper.]
Hey. Is this 911? The police? I'm... My name is Picky Minch. I've been kidnapped, and I'm being held hostage by... by really weird people.
They keep calling me "son". They're not my parents. It's creepy, it's really creepy.
[There's a sudden, sharp intake of breath, and then the voice becomes muffled as though someone is holding a hand over the receiver.]
Nothing... I'm not talking to anyone! B-breakfast? I'm... I'm not hungry!
[The line eventually un-muffles. The boy sighs.]
Can you hurry? They're trying to make me eat oatmeal. Yuck!
[Action A - School]
[Despite his protests, Picky's drone mother had handed him a lunch and a book bag and shooed him out the door to go to school. Experience had told him that it was almost always a bad idea to miss school... so even if this wasn't his town? And wasn't his school? What choice did he have but to attend?
So here's the new kid, sitting at his desk, looking slightly stunned. Or in the cafeteria at a table by himself, slightly stunned. Or in the playground off to one side, slightly stunned.
He's still not sure if this is actually happening.]
[Action B - Around Town, Afternoon]
[School is out, and there's this really strange town to explore. So Picky is off exploring it. He's peering in store windows, stepping on crunchy leaves with gusto, staring at the drones as they go about their business.... And shyly avoiding eye-contact with the people that act real-er. The bangs make it pretty easy.]
[Phone - Morning]
[The voice on the phone is a whisper.]
Hey. Is this 911? The police? I'm... My name is Picky Minch. I've been kidnapped, and I'm being held hostage by... by really weird people.
They keep calling me "son". They're not my parents. It's creepy, it's really creepy.
[There's a sudden, sharp intake of breath, and then the voice becomes muffled as though someone is holding a hand over the receiver.]
Nothing... I'm not talking to anyone! B-breakfast? I'm... I'm not hungry!
[The line eventually un-muffles. The boy sighs.]
Can you hurry? They're trying to make me eat oatmeal. Yuck!
[Action A - School]
[Despite his protests, Picky's drone mother had handed him a lunch and a book bag and shooed him out the door to go to school. Experience had told him that it was almost always a bad idea to miss school... so even if this wasn't his town? And wasn't his school? What choice did he have but to attend?
So here's the new kid, sitting at his desk, looking slightly stunned. Or in the cafeteria at a table by himself, slightly stunned. Or in the playground off to one side, slightly stunned.
He's still not sure if this is actually happening.]
[Action B - Around Town, Afternoon]
[School is out, and there's this really strange town to explore. So Picky is off exploring it. He's peering in store windows, stepping on crunchy leaves with gusto, staring at the drones as they go about their business.... And shyly avoiding eye-contact with the people that act real-er. The bangs make it pretty easy.]
