Rook Black
Live Long and Pants.
(FADE IN: ROOK BLACK approaching a desk. He's wearing a white button down shirt and black jeans, very monochrome. No national title, no NATIONAL GUARD.)
(Without explanation, ROOK seats himself at the desk, pulling the chair in. He rests his elbows on the desk and folds his hands together, resting his chin against his knuckles.)
(He stares. It's a stern look, at once appraising and judgmental.)
(He doesn't stop.)
(A minute passes.)
(FTB.)
(Without explanation, ROOK seats himself at the desk, pulling the chair in. He rests his elbows on the desk and folds his hands together, resting his chin against his knuckles.)
(He stares. It's a stern look, at once appraising and judgmental.)
(He doesn't stop.)
(A minute passes.)
(FTB.)