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For Lito - Fairytale Plot Part 2
Jun. 25th, 2017 10:10 amLito is not answering.
No one is answering.
It's 6 in the morning and while it is possible that Lito simply slept at the studio rather than go all the way home, Hernando knows he would have called. Hernando had slept fitfully on the couch, the television on low in the background in case there was something he'd needed to know.
It is hardly the first time Lito has been out all night filming or at a party but this feels different. He realizes he has been pacing for several minutes and stops in front of the television just in time to see breaking news.
He sinks to his knees, watching wide eyed reports of strangeness: randomly poisoned fruits putting people into comas, sightings of a unicorn, ghosts appearing and there at the end; an evacuation at the studio. He scrambles up, grabbing his keys and wallet and tears down the stairs and into the street. He's still dressed, thank God for that, but he knows he looks crazed as he runs up the street looking for a cab. In the end, he's four blocks towards the studio before he finds one willing to take him on and all but throws a fist full of cash at the driver once they are close enough for him to make it the rest of the way on foot. The gate blocking off the sound stages is jarred open, as if it had been wrenched and as he squeezes through he hopes badly that this is an overreaction he will be mocked for.
No one is answering.
It's 6 in the morning and while it is possible that Lito simply slept at the studio rather than go all the way home, Hernando knows he would have called. Hernando had slept fitfully on the couch, the television on low in the background in case there was something he'd needed to know.
It is hardly the first time Lito has been out all night filming or at a party but this feels different. He realizes he has been pacing for several minutes and stops in front of the television just in time to see breaking news.
He sinks to his knees, watching wide eyed reports of strangeness: randomly poisoned fruits putting people into comas, sightings of a unicorn, ghosts appearing and there at the end; an evacuation at the studio. He scrambles up, grabbing his keys and wallet and tears down the stairs and into the street. He's still dressed, thank God for that, but he knows he looks crazed as he runs up the street looking for a cab. In the end, he's four blocks towards the studio before he finds one willing to take him on and all but throws a fist full of cash at the driver once they are close enough for him to make it the rest of the way on foot. The gate blocking off the sound stages is jarred open, as if it had been wrenched and as he squeezes through he hopes badly that this is an overreaction he will be mocked for.
