Right then, after my relatively sick first blog, what next?
may as well have a figure of authority in this one.
so without further ado. Here goes scene two.
SCENE TWO
I think my character will be Peter the psychologist,
Start:
Young girl walks into Colin's office.
Office - quite spacious, not much light coming in - only one small chink natural light from an old fashioned wooden frame - shaped rectangularly - with curved top (i'm sure there is a name for that type of window). Wooden desk - two chairs. One much bigger and comfier than the other. Surrounded by bookshelfs brimming with books and disorder. The desk in contrast has an in- out tray - a computer on one side and is very well ordered. Item with a red shroud over it - hard to make out, could be a mirror.
Peter - middle aged man, clean shaven, short brown hair, smart casual. Looking relaxed and extra calm with what he says.
Girl - very thin - sligtly pastey maybe - genenrally very attractive but too skinny.
P:Hello
Peter doesn't look up from his file. Sat in the big chair leaning back with his file. Very relaxed
C:Hi
almost a squeak
P: Clare is it?
Peter still looking at his file and flicking through it.
C: y...yes
Clare is still stood up - can tell from the outset that she has no confidence.
Peter looks up, looks her up and down, raises an eyebrow and goes back to his notes.
P: Please sit down Clare.
Clare takes her seat - contrasts Peter's seated position by leaning forward - shoulders down - hands on legs - very submissive.
P:So, how are you doing Clare?
Full eye contact now from Peter
C:Fine
looking at the floor
P:That's good. Are you following the diet that you were given?
Clare still looking at the floor
C:Just about doctor
Peter writes in his file
P:Call me Peter please Clare (total power)Are you exercising as much.
C: i have been trying to cut down.
Still looking at the floor
P: Are you exercising as much
C: Yes, but...
Eyes filling up with water already - very
Peter writes again on his pad
Camera flicks to the file - massive cock has been drawn.
P: and how much do you weigh now Clare?
Barrage of questions, Paxman-esque
C: I don't know doctor.
Looks frantic at the idea of weight. Briefly raises her head.
Peter spins round and gets some scales from under the desk.
P:Hop on Clare
Clare gets up very nervously looking at Peter to show that she does not want to go through with it.
P: Hop on Clare!
Louder tone - more of an order.
C: Gets on, not looking at the scales. One tear sdrips down - emotional wreck
P: Oh that's much better - you really have been eating haven't you.
Clare looks down in amazement to see the digits reading 11 stone 11 pounds.
Have a look in the mirror. Peter rips the sheet off a mirror - a distoring mirror - making her appear very fat faces the distraught Clare.
C: it...it...can't be
P: I think you have gone too much the other way now Clare. you need to calm down on the burgwers - go for a few more runs.
C: but i .. but i
P: come along now Clare - if you keep going i will have to send you to a fat camp
Clare in absolute disbelief - completely tormented by the idea of being fat.
C: but..but
P: But what?
Said in short aggressive tone.
C: i have hardly been eating
Almost broken
P: Of course not Clare and you still want the tax payer to pay for your treatment i suppose.
C: No but i can't be... i can't be
Now fully crying.
Right.. i have had enough of this Clare... i will put this in the nicest possible way. FUCK OFF YOU FAT BITCH AND STOP WASTING MY FUCKING VALUABLE TIME.
Clare runs out sobbing, her last bit of confidence evaporated forever.
Peter rocks back on his chair staring straight ahead into the camera-a cheeky wry grin comes across his face. He doesn't give a toss. He bloody loves it.