Quoted Text INT. TIM’S BUILDING - LOUNGE - DAY Sterile fluorescent lights beat down on cheap tile. KEVIN, 19, wearing the same black-and-grey-striped hoodie he always does, sits cross-legged in front of a vending machine. He stares at it intently. A KIT KAT is perched on the end of one of the metal spirals. It leans against the glass. The careful OPENING and CLOSING of a door. Elliott’s reflection shimmers in the vending machine glass. Throughout this conversation, Kevin stays completely still. ELLIOTT Hey Kevin - KEVIN Please be quiet. I am listening for an earthquake to knock loose my snack. Elliott stands by a lounge with awkward, cushioned seats strewn across tacky patterned blue-green carpets. Kevin faces away from him. ELLIOTT How many tabs did you take? KEVIN Shh! (beat) Actually, could you talk like a lot louder? Maybe the vibrations will trigger something. ELLIOTT I can’t, sorry, I’ve got a really bad headache. KEVIN I’ll take your word for it. ELLIOTT (beat) Do you know where Tim is? KEVIN No, he disappeared when I left the dorm. |