CHARACTER STUDY - SCENARIO WRITING EXERCISE #2
CHARACTER: Teletalks (Reference Image)
WRITING EXERCISE SCENARIO: Someone throws a glass bottle at them across the street.
The bottle flies as it shatters against his head. Teletalks' face flickers for a moment in surprise.
"H-hey, wh-WHAT? WHAT THE HELL?"
Teletalks turns around in bewilderment
"WHO THREW THAT? DID YOU DO THAT?"
He points at the cloaked individual, hand shaking.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST THROW.. THROW RANDOM TRASH AT PEOPLE LIKE ME?"
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!?!"
He points to himself with both hands.
No response.
Teletalks swipes around looking for someone.
"GUARDS? GUARDS??? WHERE THE HELL ARE MY GUARDS??? I PAY YOU TO JUMP PEOPLE LIKE THIS!"
Teletalks turns back to the cloaked man. "WHO ARE YOU?!?! SHOW YOURSELF NOW!!"
"YOU AINT MYSTERIOUS! YOU DONT SCARE ME!"
Teletalks' crossed arms shake in anger, and maybe a little bit of paranoia.
Teletalks stares at the individual, who does nothing. Teletalks clenches both his fists to his sides.
"AARGH.."
"DO YOU SPEAK? TALK AT ALL?? ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME? HELLOOO? IS THIS THING ON?"
He taps at the mic attached to his collar.
Teletalks gets more furious at the lack of response.
"OH LET ME GUESS, THE TAX COLLECTOR?"
"ONE OF THOSE ACTORS GUILD PEOPLE? YOU HERE TO FIGHT ME?"
He puts his fists up like he's about to box someone 1940s style.
"C'MON! LET'S GO! CAMERON!! GET THE LIGHTS!! THIS IS GONNA BE A TOTAL SMACKDOWN!!"
He snaps his fingers as an entire wrestling ring set plops down into scene, studio lights descend from the sky, putting a spotlight onto them.
"I'LL BEAT THIS GUY UP! IT'LL MAKE A GREAT TAPE! LETS GO LETS GO!"
He claps his hands like he's trying to get his team together, but no one was around.
"Where the hell.."
"CAMERON? MIKE!! WHERE THE $^@# ARE YOU GUYS"
He turns around around shocked that for once in his life, he's just totally alone.
He looks back at the cloaked man, but he's gone.
"Huh???"
He looks around, his face flickering in static before he ultimately snaps all the props out of existence.
"Hello?? HEY! YOU CAN'T LEAVE! I'll.. I'LL SUE YOU!"
The man is gone.
His face falters, paranoia setting in.
"Ah.. I uh..."
He stares down the road, and then back at the shattered glass at his feet.
"Am I getting gangstalked again?"