I think I've unconsciously written a sequel to Ryan's page yesterday...
Static sits on a rooftop, sulking, his hands over his head, elbows shielding part of his face. It’s night time and we can see the lights of the city in the background.
Static: I’m sick of it, all right?
Elsewhere. Street level. A man in a business suit has parked his car at a meter. He’s just got out of the car and is reaching to close the car door when he’s jolted by a spark of static electricity.
Man: Yeoww! @!#$!
In her bedroom, a young woman pulls on a woolly polo-neck jumper. Her hair stands up from her head due to the static. She glares into the mirror.
A romantic scene – a cosy apartment lit only by candles. A young couple snuggling on the sofa lean closer to kiss each other, their lips about to touch…
Pull out from this scene, through the open apartment window as though we’re looking in from outside. We can see the apartment is on the top floor and that on the rooftop above, that’s where Static is sitting in his sulk. We can’t see much inside the apartment, maybe just the back of the sofa and the silhouettes of the young couple, standing now. The curtains are billowing slightly in the wind.
Boy: Ooh… sorry, hon’… kinda spoiled the mood, I guess, huh? Damned
Angry and unappreciated, Static flies away from the rooftop on his saucer. He doesn’t hear the girl’s reply.
Static: I get the blame for everything round here!
Girl: No, no… actually, I liked it. Let’s try that again…