So this is a script I've been working on for a short story. It's for a class, but I'm actually incorporating it into my Big Epic Webcomic project which will happen someday. Feedback much appreciated!
Here is the protagonist:
And here is the script.
Little
Blue Man
(First
shot is of a child dropping a candy wrapper on a train. A hand
reaches down, picks it up, and starts folding it into a flower.)
(The
train comes to a stop.)
Conductor:
ASRA STATION! ASRA STATION!
Birdy (sitting across from the main character, Blue):
This is ours.
(Blue
gets up, tucking the paper flower into his pocket.)
(They
get off, following the crowd of party-goers. We get a shot of the
lavishly decorated street ahead.)
Birdy:
You know what he looks like?
(Blue
takes out a picture of a mustachioed man, looking down at it.)
Blue:
Yep.
Birdy:
Good.
Don't
waste time.
(They
separate. Blue walks down the street, ignoring the celebrations. He
spots Mustache walking through a crowd, speaking to someone. Blue
makes a beeline for him, preparing to draw his gun.)
(We
see him pass below a balcony. On the balcony, a slightly drunken
young woman dressed as a robin redbreast is laughing, and suddenly
trips, toppling over the balcony railing. Blue immediately sees her,
but is too late to avoid her crashing into him.)
(Blue
lays on the ground, stunned. The girl struggles onto her elbows, and
notices Blue. She scrabbles off of him.)
Robin:
I'm so sorry! I'm so so sorry! God, are you okay?
(Blue
struggles to his feet, rubbing his shoulder.)
Robin:
Are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY?
(Blue
looks at her.)
Blue:
I'm...I'm fine. I think.
Robin:
Oh, gods, I am such a klutz. I seriously didn't mean-
Blue:
(Waving her off) It's fine, ma'am. No harm done.
Robin:
Well......hey, let me make it up to you! I'll buy you a drink!
Blue:
Um, no, that's quite -
Robin:
Come on, it's the least I could do after almost killing you!
Blue:
Really, there's nothin' to make up for, I'm-
(Robin
grabs his wrist)
Robin:
Come on!
(She
drags him to a drink stand, and plops him down on one of the stools.
He's very uncertain as to what he should do. He starts to get up to
leave, but Robin suddenly appears with two drinks in her hands,
placing one down before Blue.)
(Blue
looks at it, clearly feeling very awkward. Robin smiles, looking at
the drink and then up at him expectantly.)
Robin:
Aren't you gonna drink?
Blue:
(clearing throat) Um....I...uh....can't.
Robin:
Huh? Why? You just gotta take off -
OH.
Oh,
right. I'm so sorry, I forgot. Can't take off your mask until after
midnight on the Day of A Million Faces. Right.
Blue:
Yeessss.
That's
right.
Robin:
Sorry, I haven't lived here long. Don't know much about the customs
and keep forgetting what I do know.
Ya
know?
(collapses
into helpless giggles)
Blue:
Uh...huh.
(He
looks up, catches a glimpse of Mustache walking into a distant
building.)
Blue:
(Getting up) Well, thank you very much for the drink, ma'am. I have
some...friends who are waitin' for me. Should probably get to them.
Robin:
(Grinning) M'kay.
Sorry
again. 'Bout earlier.
Blue:
Not a problem.
(turns
around, looking very awkward)
(He
makes his way through the crowd towards the building. He sees
Mustache emerge onto a balcony.)
(He's
about to head over when a crowd of costumed paraders comes barreling
down the street. He's caught up in the parade and spends some time
fighting for survival as he struggles to get free.)
(He
finally manages to break free and flattens himself against a wall. He
looks up, sees a pile of crates, and proceeds to climb on top of the
wall. A loud blast suddenly goes off, startling him, and Blue
stumbles, falling back and managing to grab hold of the edge of the
wall. He tries to swing to the pile of crates, but another crowd
knocks them over. He hangs there limply, lamenting his situation.)
(Robin,
following the parade, sees him dangling in the alley and immediately
goes over to him.)
Robin:
Hey!
You
okay?
(Blue
looks at her, then back at the wall.)
Blue:
Yes. Yes, I'm fine.
Robin: All right.
(she
stands there watching him struggles. He attempts to lift himself over
the wall, only to slip back.)
Blue:
All right, fine.
Would
you....mind...helping me?
Robin:
(beaming) Sure thing!
(She
stands on top of a crate, placing his feet on her shoulders. He lets
go, and she helps him down.)
(He
leans against the wall, rubbing his hands.)
Robin:
You're a lot shorter than I thought.
Blue:
Huh?
Robin:
I didn't notice back there. Guess that's why you had such trouble
with the wall.
Blue:
Excuse me?
(A
band starts playing. A circle clears out in the crowd, and people
start dancing.)
(Robin
looks over and grins)
Robin:
(looking back at Blue) Dance with me?
Blue:
What?
Robin:
(grabbing his wrist again) Come on!
(she
drags him out into the dance area, and takes him by the hands,
swinging him around. Blue clutches his hat, startled. She starts
dancing, and he looks around, seeing how happy everyone is, and
hearing the music playing and seeing the bright colors. He looks
down, and then back up at Robin, who's smiling encouragingly.)
(He
grabs her by the waist, and starts to dance. They dance through the
crowd, nearly running into other dancers and messing up the dance and
generally having a wonderful time. We zoom out and see them in the
street scene, with the other dancers.)
(The
music eventually stops, and everyone claps. Robin trips, falling into
Blue's arms and laughing helplessly.)
Robin:
You're an amazing dancer!
Blue:
(chuckles)
I
don't think so, but I thank you for the compliment, ma'am.
Robin:
Aoka.
Blue:
Beg your pardon?
Robin:
My name. Just so you stop calling me “ma'am”. It's Aoka.
Blue:
I see.
(He
looks up, seeing Mustache on the balcony. He then looks over and
catches sight of Birdy sitting at a cafe table, watching.)
(He
steps back from Aoka, and bows.)
Blue:
I'm sorry, but I have to get going. There's some business I still
have to tend to tonight.
It
was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Aoka.
Aoka:
Aw, what business? Can't it wait?
(smiling)
We're
having so much fun.
(Blue
sighs)
Blue:
I really enjoyed myself.
But
I have to get this done, otherwise I'll get into big trouble.
Aoka:
Oh. I see.
I
can understand that.
(Blue
tips his hat to her, and rushes off through the crowd.)
(she
watches him go, and then suddenly runs forward)
Aoka:
WAIT! I didn't get your-
(Blue
vanishes)
Aoka:....name.
(she
looks for a moment, and then turns away, smiling sadly.)
Aoka:
Oh well.
(We
return to following Blue. He goes into the building, climbing up the
stairs.)
(Scene:
Blue spots the Mustache Man standing on the balcony, empty chairs and
tables all around him, his dog lolling on the ground at his feet.
Blue approaches, slowly taking his gun out of its holster. He extends
it out, aiming at the man’s head, and cocks it.)
Mustache:
Not gonna do much good there, Rygarvik.
(Blue
freezes)
Mustache:
It's a fine party down there. Shame you're missing it.
It'd
be a better use of your time.
(Blue
slowly lowers his gun, taking a step back. His eyes are wide.)
(Mustache
turns to look at him. He smiles.)
Blue:
That's....you....
Mustache:
Know your real name?
Blue:
No one knows my name.
Mustache:
I know everyone's name.
Blue:
(backing away) Who...who are you?
Mustache:
I'm a mountain.
And
you're a toothpick.
Blue:...what?
Mustache:
I'm way out of your league, boy. Let's just leave it at that.
And
I think, on some level, you already know that. Otherwise, you'd have
shot me.
(Blue
looks down at his gun)
Mustache:
You like that name? Blue?
(Blue
looks up again)
Mustache:
(leaning back, crossing his arms) When's the last time you answered
to Rygarvik?
(Blue
stares at his feet.)
Blue:....how
do you know my name?
Mustache:
As I said. I know everyone's name.
(his
face softens, showing sympathy)
It's
a real shame no one else knows yours.
It's
a fine one.
(Blue
continues to stare. His shoulders relax, he loosens his hold on the
gun.)
(Mustache
straightens, rubbing his sore back, and walks forward. The dog
follows. As he passes Blue, he clasps his shoulder)
Mustache:
You don't have any blood on your hands yet.
(He
gives Blue's shoulder one last pat and walks on. The dog nuzzles his
hand as it passes.)
(Blue
stands there, blankly staring ahead for a few moments, before turning
to look in the direction where Mustache vanished.)
(He
then looks towards the party, and then heads downstairs, joining the
crowd below. He walks through, and spots Robin. He tries to make his
way towards her, and then notices Birdy sitting at one of the cafes,
watching him. Blue halts, thinking. And then he walks directly
towards him.)
Birdy:
Done?
(Blue
sits, not answering)
Birdy:
(sighs) Thank goodness. Not sure how much longer I can take this
mess.
Blue:
I didn't kill him.
(Birdy
pauses, and looks at him, dead in the eye. We see his eye, gleaming
in the light behind his mask.)
Birdy:
Why not?
(Blue
raises his eyes, looks Birdy directly in the eye)
Blue:
Because I didn't want to.
Birdy:
I see.
You
know, that's....a real,
real
shame, Blue.
Blue:
Sure is for you, isn't it?
Birdy:
You are out of line, slave.
Blue:
Finally.
Birdy:
What?
Blue:
You finally said it like it was.
(Birdy
draws out a gun. Blue bolts out of his chair, running through the
crowd. Birdy pursues him, gun held aloft, scattering the crowd before
him. He takes aim, shoots and misses.)
(Blue
climbs up a wall and onto the rooftop. Birdy holsters his gun and
shouts some words. His coat turns into wings and he takes off, flying
after Blue as he runs across the rooftops.)
(Blue,
seeing that Birdy's gaining on him, takes out his revolver and
abruptly turns, sliding across the rooftop as he takes aim at Birdy's
wing. He shoots, and hits his mark. Birdy falls, his feathers falling
off as he resumes his human shape. He crashes through the roof. Blue
quickly holsters his gun and takes off again. The crowd is drawn to
the kerfuffle.)
(Blue
slips into an alley, hiding. He waits until the crowd pass him, and
then sneaks through, and finds himself at the train station.)
(He
looks around. The clock suddenly tolls. He looks at the train clock,
and sees that it's midnight.)
(He
sees other people taking off their masks, and then slowly reaches up
and starts undoing his own mask. He takes it off, and throws back his
head, breathing in the air. He steps out of the shadows, tucking the
mask away. He spots Aoka in a nearby crowd, about to board with some
friends. Her mask is off.)
(Blue
watches for a second, and then turns away, hoping to avoid notice.)
(Aoka
catches sight of him, and rushes towards him.)
Aoka:
Hey! HEY!
(Blue
freezes, and turns around.)
Aoka:
You're....I danced with you, right?
You're
the guy with the creepy fang mask?
(Blue
looks at her for a second, and then smiles, holding his mask up.)
Blue:
Guilty.
Aoka:
I knew it!
(she
grins at him)
Wow.
You're a lot better looking than I was thinking.
Blue:
Eh?
Aoka:
I figured that you covered up your face because you were embarrassed
or a creep or something.
But
you've actually got a really nice face.
Blue:
Um.
Thank
you?
Aoka:
Hey, you wanna know something?
I'm
really sorry I fell on you and nearly killed you.
But
I'm also kind of glad that I did.
(Blue is startled)
Aoka:
I had the best time dancing with you.
It
was the most I fun I had all night.
(Blue
is still more startled. But his mouth slowly creeps up into a small
smile.)
(He
reaches into his pocket and takes out the paper flower. He offers to
Aoka.)
Aoka:
Oh!
(Taking
it)
Oh,
wow.
Did
you make this?
(Blue
nods happily)
Aoka:
Wow.
It's
beautiful.
(train
horn blows. They look up, startled.)
Aoka:
(looking at Blue) Hey, are you headed to Samare, too? Maybe we could
ride together.
Blue:
(hesitates, and then sighs) I'm...afraid not.
I'm
headed much further out.
Aoka:
Oh.
Well....hey,
what's your name?
I'm
sorry, I forgot to ask.
(Blue
smiles)
Blue:
Rygarvik.
Aoka:
Rygarvik?
Wow.
That's a mouthful.
Blue:
Heh. It is.
Aoka:
But it's still a really nice name.
Blue:
Thank you.
(Train
horn blows again.)
Conductors:
LAST CALL! ALL ABOARD!
(Aoka
quickly bends down and kisses Rygarvik on the cheek.)
Aoka:
Hope to see you around, Rygarvik.
(Ry
is stunned.)
(Aoka
runs off, smiling and giving him a wave. She boards the train, which
then promptly starts chugging off.)
(Ry
watches it take off. As it vanishes into the darkness, he takes a
step down onto the track, watching it go. Then, he turns around, and
looks down at the mask in his hands.)
(He
tosses it onto the tracks, and starts walking, in the opposite
direction the train is going. He melts into the darkness as well.)
(Last
shot is of the mask lying on the track, gleaming in the lamplight.)
