Story Outline:

• Rainy and muggy weather all the time
• Protagonist is beaten up for not paying his dues to a local dealer
• A friend of the protagonist gets in a predicament
• Protagonist fails to help friend in need out of carelessness.
• Friend dies. Protagonist moves on.


Christoff
Physical attributes:
- slim, average height, dirty blond, shaggy hair
- mediocre face, always a dull look, eyes gloomy, brows hover

Characteristics:
- Nonchalant
- Dull
- Apathetic
- Smug


Jonesy
Physical attributes
- Short, stocky, dark, jet black hair usually spiked
- Chubby face, sharp nose, brown eyes

Characteristics
- Shy, quiet
- Reserved
- Well spoken
- Friendly


“If you’re fond of sand dunes you would be at the river all day”, the tune rings in the background blending with the silence of the room. Minute saxophones merge along with the heavy drums and base. Sitting over on the bed, lounging a relaxed Christoff lights his last cigarette. He swiftly takes his great pulls of smoke as a mundane mood overtakes him. The smoke he leaks from his mouth resonates and circles above him like ravenous vultures lingering for a meal. As the cigarette is unraveled to the rim of the filter, Christoff sits up and flicks the bud out the crack of the windowsill. A timid knock snaps Christoff out of his daze. He throws on a pair of jeans and walks over to the door.
“Ah Jonesy, what may I do for you brother?” “Oh nothing I am in bit of trouble you see and don’t know what exactly I have to do to solve it.” “Well tell me about it I guess” Christoff replies with uncaring tone as he shoves on a sock. “I saw them kill this kid as they tested their new product on him”. “They’re after me I fear, because they think I saw, which I most certainly did”. “I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go but here, I hope it that’s alright?” Jonesy looks towards Christoff for an approval of some sort… “What? Oh sure, sure”. “You want something to drink Jonesy?” “Nah I’m good, actually poor me something will ya my head is killing me”.
Christoff looks off in the distance through the blind of the window. Two men in all black step out from a metallic blue thunderbird parked across from the apartment building. They look around and proceed to cross the street. “Ah hey Jonesy I think we ought to leave”. “Why what’s going on, we going somewhere?” “Nah buddy I think your escorts have arrived”. “Aw shit, we need to go now!” The two of them hastily break through the front door and jolt towards the stairs.
As they hurry down the stairs one of the guys in black climbs the stairs in front of them. “Come on guys you really think we’re that dumb?” “One guy’s in the elevator and I’m hear watching you two numb nuts plan an escape.” Christoff and Jonesy look at one another and then look at the immense sized man. “Well ain’t that fortunate” Jonesy replies as he reaches over for the fire extinguisher. The man’s face draws up a flustered look.
Jonesy swiftly crushes the man face with the end of the extinguisher without hesitation. Christoff glances at Jonesy “Dead?” “Dunno, doesn’t matter come on lets get out of her before his twin brother arrives”. Christoff shrugs and walks in solace down the stairs behind Jonesy. “Where do we go from here?” “Yeah I dunno Jones I thought you’d be the mastermind of this operation.” “HEY YOU TWO WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOIN’!” The both of them turn around to see a large man making his way towards them. They quickly maneuver past the old lady in front of them and head down the south side of Saul Street. “KEEP RUNNING CHRISTOFF!”