INT. BPHS AUDITORIUM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)
We PAN across the large room that’s gradually being filled. CHATTERING students settle in the seats of the auditorium and teachers line up against the walls as a teacher and few students finish setting up the stage. We SLOW and PAUSE before ZOOMING to focus on the main entrance Shay and Issac appear from. Shay follows Issac to the front, by the stage, to lean against the wall. THREE WOMEN, middle-aged between mid- and late-forties, Issac’s coworkers, join them.
Issac curses under his breath before a beaming grin places itself on his face.
Brie, Paula, Mary, hey.
Shay raises a brow but pastes on a smile himself as the three women eyed him from head to toe.
Hey, Issac. Who’s your friend?
The other two women nod in agreement.
Oh, uh. This is...
Shay slings his arm around Issac’s neck and tugs the other man close so their sides are flush together.
Shay Sinclair, Izzy’s best friend at your service, ladies.
The three women laugh. Issac shoots Shay a glare which the taller man responds to by ruffling Issac’s hair. Issac growls and fails in his attempt to swat Shay’s meddling hands away.
Where has ‘Izzy’ been hiding you?
I swear to god, I will hurt anyone who calls me Izzy again.
Well, anyone but me, right?
Issac turns his head to glare at Shay.
Brie, Paula, and Mary giggle, getting Issac’s attention again. Shay uses the opportunity to ruffle Issac’s hair again and kiss the side of his head, inciting cooing from the women.
Aww, so your ‘best friend’ is the reason Noelle’s never gotten a date from you?
Shay and Issac speak at the same time.
Issac is ignored. Mary POINTS towards a woman at the front of the auditorium stage. She’s petite and dressed a bit like a hippie.
She’s one of the PE teachers. Issac and her are the youngest in the staff and she’s been trying to get Issac to take her out on a date since Issac started teaching here.
Shay pouts exaggeratedly and hangs off of Issac like a sloth, rubbing his cheek against Issac’s.
How come I’ve never heard of this?
CLOSE ON – ISSAC AND SHAY
Issac’s reply is a mutter so low, only Shay hears.
Because I don’t even fucking know who you are.
BACK TO SCENE
Issac rolls his eyes and speaks clearer.
It’s nothing. Not that it’s any of your business anyway.
The three women slap Issac’s arms. He YELPS in protest.
If you’re this cold to him, you won’t have a boyfriend for much longer, Issac.
Brie nods in agreement.
That’s right. And we won’t have a couple to coo over.
Shay’s grinning, openly amused.
Yeah, Izzy. Niceness isn’t exclusive to behind closed doors.
The women GIGGLE and TEASE Issac, who SPLUTTERS and wrestles himself out of Shay’s hold. The lights DIM and the school principle, a stout man with very little hair atop his head, CALLS for silence and attention.
Issac sighs in relief and elbows Shay.
The main lights DIM while a STAGE LIGHT centers on the principle. He TAPS on the microphone, inciting a horrible SCREECHING noise.
Sorry about that. Anyway, good afternoon students and staff. I apologize for cutting into your lunch break with this impromptu assembly. I’ll be extending lunch--
Students CHEER loudly before gradually quieting down as the principle continues.
--so don’t worry about that. However, I think lunch will be forgotten once you all see just who our special presenter is.
WHISPERS erupt from the crowd. Shay leans against Issac.
Issac shakes his head.
Haven’t heard a thing about this.
All I heard was that it’s been kept on the down low.
On the stage, the principle steps to the side and looks to the edge of the stage, out of sight.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present you with a member of the Court of Heroes itself, Lady Lark!
LADY LARK, 35 a major hero with the ability to sprout wings capable of flight, walks on the stage to APPLAUSE, CHEERS, and general excited cacophony. There are a few who BOO. Issac tenses. Shay quirks a brow.
Afternoon, BPHS. First, I’d like to thank you all for allowing me to speak to our world’s future.
Shay snorts behind a hand he raises to his mouth. His sentiment is shared by a couple daring students who are less discrete.
ANGLE ON – LARK
Lark leaves the podium with to walk along the stage, her voice LOUD and prominent.
I am here on the behalf of General Lance, who, as you all know is the head of the Court of Heroes, an organization of superhumans that strives to protect all citizens of our beloved earth.
BACK TO SHAY
Shay mutters under his breath while Lark continues. Lark’s voice FADES to background noise.
Did the General write this pretty little speech? You’re speaking to jaded high schoolers, idiot.
Issac looks up to Shay, frowning. He whispers.
What’re you mumbling about?
Shay smiles down at Issac and ruffles his hair somewhat roughly.
Don’t worry your cute little head, snowflake.
Issac scowls and slaps Shay’s hand away.
BACK TO LARK
...the Court of Heroes combats those supers who misuse their abilities, giving a bad name to all superhumans. Nero, Kaiser, Wyvern...
Lark grits her teeth at the last name but quickly recovers her composure.
These superhumans are just a few examples. We are doing our best to limit their activities but it seems that more and more villains emerge and superhumans as a whole are infected by these outliers. If you’ve been keeping an eye on the news, sometimes you will hear about certain... groups, with growing resentment. These group aim at the current youths, your generation, by using your desire for a better world and twisting the facts, demonizing all superhumans with the information of the notoriously evil ones.
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