03 ▌action around splenda
[It's night time. Very much past many of Splendor's resident's sleeping hours, in fact. One man has been wandering the less crowded streets with sweat on his forehead and under his eyes. His hair is dirty, his clothes are disarranged, old, ripped in places. He looks like he's been walking for hours, either trying to go somewhere to get away from someone. He shuts his eyes every now and then, throat and jaw tense, halting his breath only to release it with sharp exhales.]
Shut up. Please. Shut up.
[But he won't. The weeks keep passing by and he's getting hungry.]
[We can use it, Jack. No one has to know. Now fucking find someone and use it before I do it for you.]
No. I-I already told you. [There's a mix of paranoia and irritation in his tone; his hands are above his temples, illustrating, trying to concentrate.] It isn't safe. Someone... [His voice breaks for a moment. Another sharp breath.] They'll know. They'll come after us. I can't do this. [There's barely a beat before he repeats, louder:] I can't do this!
Shut up. Please. Shut up.
[But he won't. The weeks keep passing by and he's getting hungry.]
[We can use it, Jack. No one has to know. Now fucking find someone and use it before I do it for you.]
No. I-I already told you. [There's a mix of paranoia and irritation in his tone; his hands are above his temples, illustrating, trying to concentrate.] It isn't safe. Someone... [His voice breaks for a moment. Another sharp breath.] They'll know. They'll come after us. I can't do this. [There's barely a beat before he repeats, louder:] I can't do this!