1} Feel right at home
Action for 724 Anderson Lane/Giles.
[Blaine rubs at one eye, a little more than disoriented. But everything smells wrong, and that's the first thing to tip him off. It sounds bizarre but home smells a very particular way and nothing is right. His eyes fly open, suddenly, in a panic.
The first thing he does is scan the room for his blackberry; nothing. Only a strange and vintage looking telephone. Does he leave the room or try to call for help?
Slowly, he creaks open the door, looking down at his two-piece pyjamas. The ones he had at home were silk :c These are kind of itchy. Scratching at his chest, he cautiously pads down the stairs and into the kitchen.]
Phone.
[Blaine takes a breath, and picks up the phone.] Hello?
... [and then whispering] Does anyone know how to get out of here? And where...here is.
I think there's been a mistake.
[Though his voice sounds small he tries to carry on, sounding less scared.]
My name is Blaine, and I think--I should be at school right now.
Open Action, Afternoon.
[He pulls at his shirt, like it's a little tight though it appears to be tailor made for him. Everything here is strange, and right out of a black-and-white movie. Is this Pleasantville? He's officially creeped out.
Trying to avoid the people in the street, he wonders if this will make any more sense if he just keeps walking.]
[Blaine rubs at one eye, a little more than disoriented. But everything smells wrong, and that's the first thing to tip him off. It sounds bizarre but home smells a very particular way and nothing is right. His eyes fly open, suddenly, in a panic.
The first thing he does is scan the room for his blackberry; nothing. Only a strange and vintage looking telephone. Does he leave the room or try to call for help?
Slowly, he creaks open the door, looking down at his two-piece pyjamas. The ones he had at home were silk :c These are kind of itchy. Scratching at his chest, he cautiously pads down the stairs and into the kitchen.]
Phone.
[Blaine takes a breath, and picks up the phone.] Hello?
... [and then whispering] Does anyone know how to get out of here? And where...here is.
I think there's been a mistake.
[Though his voice sounds small he tries to carry on, sounding less scared.]
My name is Blaine, and I think--I should be at school right now.
Open Action, Afternoon.
[He pulls at his shirt, like it's a little tight though it appears to be tailor made for him. Everything here is strange, and right out of a black-and-white movie. Is this Pleasantville? He's officially creeped out.
Trying to avoid the people in the street, he wonders if this will make any more sense if he just keeps walking.]