Dying Ember By Jack Hunt

EXT. JOHNATHAN C. HALL UNIVERSITY - COURTYARD - AFTERNOON A small area before reaching the main entrance, a hot spot on the campus for those taking breaks in-between. The Administration office sits behind it. The parking lot before. Sitting on one of the benches is DANTE DE LUCIA (20s), a student of Latino decent. Gelled hair, pencil-thick mustache. He takes a drag off his fag before exhaling, gazing at the variety of people passing him by. Without warning, a hand lands on his shoulder with a loud "smack". Somewhat alert, Dante whips around. DANTE (grinning) Hey there, stranger. Towering over him is BAANG DOW (20s) (pronouced "BONG"), a very large asian man. He is dressed like hes ready for a trip to the Bahamas - loud and colorful Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, plus some sandals to boot. He boasts a smile back, ear to ear. BAANG You on break? He takes a seat next to Dante, lazily dropping his backpack to the ground. DANTE Nah, Im done for the day. Im just taking in some of the sights before I leave... A blonde and her black-haired friend walk by. Dante notes the womens assets. Another drag. Baang notices too, but only breifly. BAANG I still gotta hit up one more class. You got any plans tonight? DANTE Im not working til Sunday.

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BAANG We gotta do something TONIGHT, man. I still got last week in my mind and I want to tear shit up again. DANTE (chuckles) Im surprised you still remember all that shit. BAANG Paradise Petes is having their happy hour tonight at ten. Im sure Dianna is still waiting for you there. Dante glances at BAANG and takes a quick moment to register the name "Dianna". DANTE But Petes closes at three and Dianna isnt much fun. BAANG Damn Dante, slowing down on me. Bring some tabs, then. DANTE Do you have any? BANNG (Laughing) Hell no! Even if I did, I wouldnt bring that shit round here. I think Angel has some on her. Maybe shell give you a couple spare ones. DANTE She here? BAANG What time is it? Dante reaches into his pocket and whips out his phone. DANTE Two thirty-three. Baang rises and grabs his backpack. He then starts walking away.

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CONTINUED: BAANG I gotta head out. Listen, Ill get back to you when Im done here. DANTE What about Angel?? BAANG (calling out) Check her spot!

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Dante watches him waddle away before dropping his cigarette to the ground and extinguishing it with his foot. INT. JOHNATHAN C. HALL UNIVERSITY - LIBRARY - AFTERNOON A large two story library filled with rows upon rows of books. Students and facility lounge around the area, biding time with homework or relaxing. Dante enters the library, searching both floors. He spies a woman, who breifly passes his field of vision on the second floor. He then climbs the nearest stairs. On the second floor, the are more couchs and chairs than down stairs. Dante, still looking, spots the woman slip into one of many aisles. He picks up speed and follow her in. He traverses many rows before reaching another one of many resting areas, staring out a window. A woman sits at a desk, staring out a window. Dante takes a seat across from her. DANTE (low voice) Angel? She lazily turns her head towards him. ANGEL (20s) is a white woman with long, brunette hair. Oddly enough, her eyes are inverted - where the pupil is black and the iris is white ANGEL Hey. You on break? DANTE Im out for the day. You? ANGEL I guess. She looks back out the window. (CONTINUED)

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Dante sneaks a glance out the window also before returning his gaze to her. DANTE Baang tells me you got some tabs. He head remains still. ANGEL Who? DANTE Baang Dow. Silence. ANGEL Does that fatass want one? DANTE Both of us. ANGEL Hm. Yeah, I got some for you. Gotta pay, though. DANTE Sure. How much? ANGEL (sighs) Whatever you got. I dont care. Dante begins to rifle through his pockets. ANGEL ...Im thinking about killing myself. He stops. Processing. DANTE Why? Cheerleading not cutting it for you? He finds his wallet and grabs a few bills. He hands them to Angel. She begins rifling through her purse. ANGEL I thought it would be fun, yknow? Gets me out of the house and shit. But theyre only my friends when they want to pop some pills. (CONTINUED)

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She hands him three tabs. ANGEL "Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself". DANTE What the hell does that mean? He takes them. ANGEL It means that burning myself isnt getting me anywhere. So Im taking out the flames. She places her purse down. ANGEL Have fun. DANTE Sure. He rises from his seat. DANTE Ill see you around. He leaves. Angel returns to the window, staring at the people walking below her.