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Bier de Stone

Deconstructing Bier

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Scene One
Donna sees his unusual behavior of going in and out of the house for idle little things like throwing out a bag of trash, looking for the cat, and checking to make sure the windows in the car are rolled up. As each of the preliminary expedition outdoors take place, he consolidates his calculations of the ether first by puting on a jacket, second by putting on shoes (instead of slippers) and third, grabbing his keys.
Where you going?
It might rain. I'm checking the windows in the car.
Please. It was 75 degrees today.
I thought I heard a forecast earlier this week for drizzles.
Drizzles, yeah right.
Bier exits. The engine revs up and pulls away.
Donna (CONT'D)
It's not a matter of satanism… we just don't have freedom in the city to be wandering the streets at night. It's different, I guess, for junkies. Homeless. I just don't think a person should need street smarts to have to enjoy a walk of peaceful of night air.
This Plot Point reflects the following Story Stage: lifestyle
This Plot Point affects Bier in the following manner: Bier can't understand the impending friendship Donna showers him in because he never instigated any behavior to encourage it. He believes they're two totally different personalities. One loves solitude, the other loves company; yet Donna's odd way of dressing might suggests a dark, outcast personality.
Bier seems okay around friends socially. This includes Donna, but he has difficulty letting loose with strangers. Perhaps it`s all a charade, and it's Bier who truly has a natural way with people when it comes to being friendly.
Unaware of the poison in the spring air this time of year, Bier suffers a sneeze attack as a result of his plans to shop for some essential home items. The moment he steps out the door, he begins to sneeze like a rocker, clearing out his lungs out by vocalizing a grunge-like voice at the same time. It turns heads, especially in his job.
It is this very signature sneeze that provokes him to carry a handkerchief wherever he goes. At least when he's at work, he can muffle the sound others might take for some heavy metal lyrics being sung by a nut case. No other alternative but to cut his shopping spree short that day, he becomes restless for some night air. The dark, musk of night makes him want to run a few laps at the park.
Tags: dialog

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