Lighting: dark and stormy – lightning flashes periodically to illuminate them – backlit otherwise – silhouettes
How & where: centre stage as curtain comes up – wind is blowing
What are they like: all angles and elongated limbs/fingers – grotesque faces that are twisted and unreal with teeth exposed and long hair (black or maybe pure white) – long, tattered clothes
Sound: howling wind – random scary background noises – lulls in sound when they start to speak
(Clifton Backies on a rank night in September. Three alkies stand over a bush they’ve set on fire and added a car tyre to. Warming their hands and swigging on cans of Carlsberg (buy six get two free at the offie)
First Alkie: Bollocks to this, I’m off.
Second Alkie: What’s up, Fred – you too good for us?
Third Alkie: (echoes) Too good?
First Alkie: We’re out of booze, innit (gestures to enpty cans scattered around them). Besides, this smoke’s getting on mi lungs (coughs)
Third Alkie: Lungs (laughs)
Second Alkie: Same time again tomorrow?
Third Alkie: Tomorrow?
First Alkie: Yeah, same time, same place. I’m going to bring me mate.
Third Alkie: (rising voice ends with shouting) Mate, mate, mate!
First Alkie: Mi mate Macbeth. In from Glasgow tomorrow morning.
Second Alkie: He’s a right wanker he is. Let’s have some ‘fun’ with him. (cackles).
Third Alkie: (whispers maliciously) Fun.
First Alkie: (doubtfully) He’s up for the week so it’ll have to be …
Second Alkie: … quick and brutal.
Third Alkie: Stab ‘im.
Second Alkie: Tricks ‘im.
First Alkie: You horrible buggers. (grins) I’m in. Set it up. I’m off.
Seond Alkie: Me too.
Third Alkie: Too.
(All stumble off into the dark in various directions.)
You know how the rest goes, right?