Joan & Amelia
Joan (fig.1)
She is quite short (17) she has light blond hair and theorized to have rose quartz pink eyes, she is pale and sickly. She wears her school uniform with many hair clips and dresses in a gyaru style.
She leans towards being Lawful Good; Goodie two shoes, she does her best too always look both ways when crossing the street.
She is also crafty; She usually alters the truth and in her sleep speaks prophecies.
She is also a bit of neutral good; She doesn't really talk to people, but if her friends are sad she does her best to cheer them up.
She is timid; She hangs out of the group and doesn't talk much.
She is also assumed blind; Her eyes are always closed which has led others to wonder if she can see.
She is also crafty ; She can make up things and build items really well.
Amelia (fig.2)
She is a highschooler (16) who lives in Japan. She is a transfer student from tennessee. She is a ginger-brown with medium length hair and typically has it in an overgrown mullet. She can be described as tomboyish but she strives to be better than others. She wears jerseys and shorts in all weather.
She is the chaotic good in a group; She typically is very physically active when participating in activities.
She is sometimes the neutral evil; She is a bit of a trickster and has been known to scare little kids.
She can be lawful neutral; She disregards laws but respects those she sees fit.
Jeanette
Jeanette (18) is level headed and is a good friend of Joan. She likes to write and often sings her own songs.
THIS IS YOUR FIRST AND ONLY WARNING:
Illegal Activities (Do not replicate)
Suicide Attempt/Mention
Selfharm + Inflicted Harm on others
Extreme Psychosis
Toxic/Unhealthy Relationship
General Dark themes
The first snowflake drifts against the baby blue sky, I relish the warmth of my at home kotatsu. “The break of winter is upon us” I thought wistfully. I eagerly await my lover, clutching my pillow daring to glance at the door. Next semester we will be separated, no classes shared. Just the thought makes me shed a tear.
A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts “Hello~ Guess who!” It’s my girlfriend! “I am making my way!’ I hobble over to the door crabbing my knee crutch on wheels. I roll up to the door making sure to unlock each chain and bolt. I peep through the window hole to see my beautiful girlfriend waiting on the other side seemingly out of breath.
I struggle with opening the hatch until it clicks, the force from pulling launches me flat onto my back on the hardwood floor. “Oh my gawsh, are you okay?” I wince in pain slightly pushing myself off the ground. “I’m A-okay , just a scratch or two!” My girlfriend rushed over to pick me up from the ground. “You’re so clumsy aren’t you.”
I giggle into her embracing her deeply relishing the moment. “I came over to talk to you about something. I noticed that you're decaying again.” My heart shot up into my throat, how could she know. I’ve been wrapping up more often, not showing any skin.
She grabs my hands once warm now cold. The rot has been seizing my body for years even when I was young. It forever hungers and claws for more, never full. Different pills have been passed over my years, some well known, others freshly made for me. Nothing truly curbed the rot.
At this point I wondered why I should keep fighting, every step is pain every breath shoots my nerve endings like an electrical socket. Amelia looked over at me, her eyes laced with pity. I hate when people looked at me with pity
“Why aren't you taking your meds?” Tears have started to form, they glisten in the window light. “I don't know, it's just hard to keep going, everyday i wake up the same aches chip away at me.” She squeezed my hand, her warmth seeping into my skin lulling me. “Why don't you see the point in living anymore, it's beautiful. You must promise me to keep fighting.” I mumble “I promise…”.
She grows crazed “No we must seal this in a way you cannot do this again.” She grabs my box cutter and slashes my palm, I wince at the pain, though it feels not as sharp as it would have if my nerves had not been dulled by the relentless rot. She grabs my hand, clutches it tightly and recites an incantation. Our souls bound, no harm for me to keep trying is another day.
INT.BEDROOM - 9PM
JOAN sits by the phone on the floor, the phone is plugged into the wall. She listens to the buzz of no one on the other line.
The line clicks as JEANETTE picks it up
JEANETTE (O.F)
“Hello?”
JOAN
“Yellow~!”
JEANETTE (O.F)
“So glad you can talk! I was wondering if you would actually pick up…”
JOAN
“I would never bail on you Jeanie you know that”
JEANETTE (O.F)
“Yeah, but i also heard that you were off your meds again”
Joan shifts uncomfortably with her business now exposed
JOAN
“Heh, yeah silly me”
JEANETTE (O.F)
“You know she only wants the best for you right?”
JOAN
“Yeah, I know”
JEANETTE (O.F)
“She is your girlfriend and she loves you!”
Joan sighs into the phone slumping down slightly
JOAN
“Sometimes she just snaps and goes psycho, I don’t know why”
INT.BEDROOM - 10PM
JEANETTE (O.F)
“Maybe you should talk to her about it? You know how they say it's usually the funny friends who are struggling the most”
JOAN
“I don’t want to trigger another break for her but I don't know how to go about it.”
JEANETTE (O.F)
“You should be prepared, I personally don’t know her that well but my sister hung out with her so i can ask”
JOAN
“Thanks Jeanie, you know what I’m going to be more open with my girlfriend”
JEANETTE (O.F)
“That’s the spirit! I’m off to bed as I have a recording session tomorrow and it's already 11pm!”
JOAN
“Whoa so late already, well I’ll let you go”
JEANETTE (O.F)
“Adios!”
JOAN
“Byee”
Joan presses the phone back into its case, she lumbers to bed thinking of what to do tomorrow.
CITY PARK. EXT - DAY
Joan and Amelia have walked into a park, it’s early spring after Joan’s phone call with Jeanette she is prepared to talk about her girlfriend’s symptoms and behavior
AMELIA
“Hey! I got your text that you need to talk to me about something important?”
JOAN
“Yes, I wanted to talk about what you did a week ago. I’m really grateful that you look out for me and that you care for me so much but..”
AMEILA
“But?”
JOAN
“I don’t want you to be my caregiver, and I think that you may want to seek a diagnosis or treatment for yourself”
Joan leaned back bracing for a reaction.
Amelia sat confused for a moment before leaning forward and asking
AMELIA
“Are you breaking up with me?”
JOAN
“What? No, at least I don't think so”
AMIELA
“Is it because i bought you red roses instead of pink like you would've wanted for valentines day? If it's that I can fix it!”
JOAN
“Darling, It’s not that it's you. In the most kind sense you cannot take care of me without” it heartily affecting you”
Amelia began to cry fat tears dripping from her face.
AMELIA
“Do you not love me anymore? Do you not love what I do for you?”
JOAN
“You're controlling and become manic when things don't go your way. I know it’s in your best interest but that isn't healthy”
AMELIA sits silently soaking in the news
JOAN
“You should really get some help, we shouldn't see each other for a while.
Joan gets up to leave the bench leaving Amelia alone.
CAST LIST: Amelia (mindly manic psychotic tomboy) and Larry(old man with bad hearing)
APARTMENT BUILDING .INT - DAY
Larry knocks on the door
Amelia opens the door to her three room flat
LARRY
How many times do I have to tell you? Stop playing that loud music
AMELIA
Ugh old man, you really hurt my head with your endless droning.
LARRY
I’d stop complaining if you played good music for once
AMELIA
Says the guy who alway plays 60s rock.
LARRY
You say that it's a bad thing. Music these days doesn’t have any passion
AMELIA
Whatever maann
(roblox smirk)
LARRY
Keep talking like that and you won’t have your three room flat anymore! And that isn’t true at all
AMELIA
I apologise, I’ll turn down my music. I’ve just been pretty bummed since my girlfriend. I mean ex-girlfriend dumped me.
She sighs, taking out a cigarette and lightingt, taking a DEEP breath.
She coughs and gags
This is my first one in a while, want one?
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
LARRY
HELL NO
AMELIA
Woah man. Okay
She puts the cigarette pack back into her pocket
LARRY
Pack your bags lil bro, ur gone.
AMELIA
Gets on her knees and starts to cry
PLEASE PLEASE NO YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME PLEASE!!!!
LARRY
Having fun being homeless.
(exits three room flat)
AMELIA
She sits on the floor contemplating her life.
End scene
This was ass, i know this was for a grade :3
Story, Characters + Intelectual Properity: Me/AvedoLarry and some of Dialouge #4: My friend