(Perry is slouched in a chair on the Mansion's porch, despondent. He looks grim, as is his wont when unhappy, and has a hand over his forehead. The lights are focused entirely on him.I realise this is stupid, but I hope it's not entirely unexpected--I'm not happy. There's nothing to do here. It makes me tired. There's a paradox for you. I even miss ( Read more... )

(Perry is in the room he shares with Arthur, looking at the door to the bathroom with a frown. The rest of the room is in shadow, with the light on him.)Arthur must have moved it. I never move my shit, just keep it neat and where it belongs. It's because he's the butch one. Exercise fanatic, but no perfectionist. You know what, fuck it. That doesn' ( Read more... )

Enter Perry Sellars, who is beginning his first year at law school. He is tallish, thinnish, glowerish, and has big ears. His face has the harried look of any law student, and he's on his way to get coffee before his next class.

PERRY:
Damn!

(PERRY is sitting in his and Arthur's room, watching TV. His feet are propped up on a stool, and he's leaning too far back in the chair. You can't see the television, but the lights are on the entire room.)We've been here for a while now. It's weird, but we're getting used to it, I guess. Still no sign of John or Ramon, so I'm happy. Oh, and last ( Read more... )

He'll stand by the window of his room with Arthur, looking down at the mansion grounds. After a while, the stage goes dark around him, until it it's just him and the window.PERRY ( Read more... )