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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is just something I'm putting to paper - something to distract me from all the work I'm bogged down with at the minute.
I don't really have a set idea of where this is going, but I'm just interested in other peoples thoughts on the openings, and perhaps what they would like to see incorporated into the story. If anyone wants a more in depth discussion about stuff feel free to message me.
Premise: Craig, 21 is a black student struggling make ends meet while also completing his studies. He finds himself lodging with Frank (50) and Iris (47) Swann, a white middle class married couple who, recognising his struggles, have agreed to take him in with reduced rent fees, though their precise reasons for doing this were never made clear to Craig. Even so, Craig finds himself unable to pay the Swanns what they expect. But have they had an ulterior motive from day one?
The general idea will be geared towards Craig establishing himself as a Iris' bull to both her's and Frank's delight. And this opening bit is supposed to be the beginning of the proposition.
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Craig looked sheepishly across the dining room table and into the faces of Frank and Iris. He could feel the scrutiny of their gaze, and yet he struggled to see through the ambiguity of the couple's expressions that might otherwise have allowed him to anticipate the tone of the conversation that was about to take place.
When he was woken earlier this morning by the not-so-tender nudges of Iris and her curt words:
"We want to see you downstairs in the kitchen, Craig. I think you know what this is about. 30 minutes."
His mind quickly reached the reasonable conclusion that his time in the household was drawing to an end. His inability to consistently provide the rent required for the room he kept in their quaint suburban home was finally catching up to him. Their patience with him had run out. He was certain that today he would be kicked to the curb.
He was suprised then, upon entering the kitchen, not to have found himself before the cold and imperious looks they so often cast his way, but rather, as the focus of a couple who, though absent of any hostility, were unnerving nonetheless.
There was a certain deviousness in couple's eyes. Iris' harboured a certain hunger. She did not stare through him, but rather, it was as if she witnessing him in his entirety; objectifying him - it was as if Craig's entire being was being seized by her piercing blue eyes. Nothing was hidden from her, everything was within her hold.
To her right sat Frank, eyes squinted - not in a scowl, in a more relaxed manner. Carefree and friendly; it was as if something of immense satisfaction had just recently been achieved. As if he knew something Craig didn't and was relishing the implications it posited. The two each seemed to be stifling a smile - they were waiting for something, waiting for some revelation to bond the three of them together, something that would compel them desperately to satiate each other's deepest urges and satisfy their darkest desires. |