Mark stretched and got out of bed, heading straight to work after putting on his spectacles and wearing his work clothes. Over the course of the past month, his work clothes had shifted from the freshly ironed shirt and trousers to a more casual collared T-shirt with dark jeans, suiting the company culture George Lucas was trying to create within the company; one of family.
George Lucas gave everyone sufficient salaries to keep them happy, but also had a different mode of working compared to others in the industry. He allowed anyone to wear whatever they wanted s long as they weren't shorts or over-the-top fancy stuff. He also did not force anyone to work overtime, and instead adopted a system of working your all in the given hours, and then partying after work, which was something well-liked by almost all the staff. Nobody wanted to work extra, and it was one of the main reasons other company workers, not just in the film industry, but otherwise as well, did not work as diligently as those at Lucas Films.
In just a single month, the idea and background from George Lucas had been converted, through the efforts of the scriptwriting team, into a final script. This was something worth celebrating, and after handing the script to Mr. Lucas, Kraig took everyone for drinks on him, despite it being in the middle of the day, and the accommodating George gave them the day off.
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"Why aren't you drinking?" Silvia asked as she took a sip of her beer. It was too early for her to have something too strong.
"I don't handle drinks too well," Mark gave an 'it is what it is' shrug while swirling the grape-juice in his glass. Alcohol was something that... for a lack of better words... made him lose control of his body almost entirely. He would turn into a machine incapable of acting, while his motor functions would misfire randomly.
The first time he had tried alcohol, along in a bar, after realising nobody would buy his script for a good price, Mark's face lost the smile he had kept on it, and his eye-lids drooped slightly. Then... he collapsed to the ground as his legs and hands twitched as though he was turning into a zombie.
'When I came to, I was in a hospital bed, and the doctors told me I was brought there almost 4 hours ago due to suspicion of some sort of medical emergency or allergy, and yet, at the hospital, they conducted multiple tests only to find nothing wrong with me other than some alcohol in my system, barely a trace. Even all the allergy tests they conducted ended up as false. I was, really healthy, other than the lack of some vitamins due to my eating habits. But since then, I have never had alcohol, and if anyone presses me, its best to just say I have an allergy to it.' Mark recalled his past life and took another sip of the juice.
"Woo, come on, its too early to party, but we sure as hell can have food!" Kraig yelled as he pulled Silvia and Mark off their bar chairs and to the sofas where all the scriptwriters were gathered, enjoying freshly cooked food.
"He does know that having food at a bar is almost as expensive as the drinks themselves right?" Mark questioned.
"Of course. He is the heaviest drinker of us all... then again, does Kraig even remember any of the times he had been to a bar?" Silvia muttered much to the amusement of Dan, Bob, and Luke.
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The group enjoyed for a while, then headed home after a few hours since none of them wanted a hangover, and they all had to come to work the next day. Well, everyone other than Kraig who ended up returning an hour later and staying for 3 more hours before returning home, completely drunk, and barely able to walk.
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The next morning however, Mark greeted a ghost once again, but it was not a nightmare, and rather Kraig, whose face was incredibly pale, with dark-circles under his eyes and a sullen expression, with a hint of pain from an obvious headache appearing now and then as he massaged his forehead.
'A hangover... but he did not drink too much. Perhaps he drank some more at home... or went back out to another bar instead of going home...'
"Good. Everyone is here- Argh..." Kraig massages his forehead while squeezing his eyes once more, but still pulled through on his announcement, "Since we have completed the script for Star Wars IV: A New Hope, Mr. Lucas has told us to not waste the salary he is giving us, and that we should immediately... Sign these documents before proceeding."
The same lawyer who had come into the room with Kraig, Mark, and Mr. Lucas came into the scriptwriting room with a few documents, mostly non-disclosure agreements even to others within the same company. All the scriptwriters had no issues signing them after giving it a thorough read, but that reading session made them waste half the day.
After a quick lunch, Kraig met everyone in the room once again.
"Star Wars V: No name yet will now begin discussions. This time, we have a lot of time to perfect the script, so lets get to it!" Kraig said, before closing his eyes, turning around, and taking a sip from the hot ginger-lemon water he had in the thermos behind him.
Mark, Silvia, Luke, Dan and Bob got to work on the discussions almost immediately, randomly throwing out ideas. Still, it was better than the script they had just written, since they had a baseline for the story, and already established relationships and organisations. they would not have to spend nearly as much time introducing the world, and more time on actual events and happenings. this would leave more time for actions scenes which could potentially make it more exciting of a movie than the first.
"Star Wars IV: A New Hope... would mean Mr. Lucas has plans for a prequel trilogy at least. Which also means that the current movie is only the second of a trilogy..." Mark randomly muttered, causing the discussion in the room to fall silent once more, before they decided to ignore the ambitions of their boss, and focus on the job they were being paid for.
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That night, as Mark returned to his room, with a fresh notebook in hand. The previous notebook that was used for the Sixth Sense was names as such and put in a paper file together with the script, and put it on the bookshelf that had been empty until now. The first script, of many, was complete. His first script as the new Mark, despite having basically copied the original story, it was still something he had made on his own. He did not remember all the scenes, and instead only the general plot, and the emotions he felt with each scene. Based off those, he created the script with his own skills, and that was... just that.
'Unfortunately, I was expecting to feel even a slight bit of... satisfaction, but completing this only leaves me with... nothingness. The same nothingness that has existed since the beginning in both my old life and my new one,' Mark's thoughts wandered, while he wrote down the name of the new script he was going to write.
It's theme was completely different to the previous script, to prevent others from not taking any scripts other than thriller scripts seriously.