Post by O.R. on May 20, 2010 19:20:49 GMT
Thursday May 20, 2010
5:30 A.M.
5:30 A.M.
The skyline of St. Louis explodes on the screen. It's most prominent landmark, The Gateway Arch, is the most easily recognizable thing in the shot. The shot dwindles downward, eventually reaching street level. The streets are almost completely vacant, with the exception of a few people walking to work, and some cars zooming back and forth through the shot. A few moments pass and a blond haired man in gray sweats jogs into the screen, his clothing saturated in sweat. The man, Owen Richards, slows to a stop and checks the cheapo heart rate monitor on his wrist. Owen takes the back of his right hand and wipes a blob of sweat off of his forehead before walking to a nearby 7-11 and heading through the door. The clerk, a fairly small white male appearing to be in his early to mid 30s, perks up and turns his attention towards Owen.
Clerk: Welcome to 7-11, you need help with somethin' man?
Owen: No sir, was out on my morning jog. Need a bottle of water. Know what they say, gotta keep hydrated.
Clerk:(Looking at Owen and chuckling at his last comment) Yeah, very true. Bottled water is over with the soft drinks.(The clerk points to a large row of doors, each one housing various types of bottled drinks.)
O.R. nods to the clerk and slowly walks towards the freezers, stopping once he is standing towards the middle of the doors. He glances over his choices, surveys his options carefully, and finally comes to a decision. Richards opens a door closer to the left end, Owen stands there a moment and allows the chilled air to cool him off. Owen then pulls out a 1 liter bottle of Dasani, takes his selection to the counter, and sets it down.
Clerk:(after scanning the bottle's barcode.) Alright, that comes to a dollar eighty. Hey man, I haven't seen you in here before, you new to St. Louis or something?
Owen fishes out a dollar and some change out of his pocket and lays it on the counter, he then cracks a sheepish grin and looks towards the clerk.
Owen: Yes sir, just got here from Vancouver. I'm enrolled up at the Solitary Academy of Wrestling. If you ever get the chance to catch a show you should, it should be good.
Clerk: Oh yeah? I'm somewhat of a wrestling fan, I might just take you up on that offer. (Jokingly) So, just in case you go and get famous on me, mind giving me an autograph?
A big smile beams across O.R.'s face, he doesn't hesitate a bit to grab a pen and sign his purchase receipt. He gives the autograph to the clerk and smiles before cracking open his water, taking a drink, and heading back to the door.
Clerk: Nice, thanks a lot (looks at receipt) Owen.
The scene fades as Owen leaves the store and continues his morning jog.
