I've invented a town for most of my more, well, mundane stories to take place.
Harper, Illinois is a smallish, medium sized city in the midwest, 4 or 5 hours south of Chicago and an hour or so east of St. Louis, Missouri. Harper has everything one would want...there's a mall, a train station, a minor league baseball team, two comic book stores and a well-thought of state university.
Okay, so I've mashed up a few towns nearby. Basically, I just needed some place in which nearly anything could happen. The screenplay I'm working on takes place mainly in Harper. Think of it as my very own Shermer.
Here's a little scene that I'm certain I have posted all over the internet in the past. Its one I plan on working into the screenplay at some point.
Jake's eyes bored their way into the side of my face. I didn't care how long he stared, I wasn't going to answer his question. "Tell me, Jake," I countered, "where do you want to eat?" Jake and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. God only knows what drew the two of us toward each other. Every time we hung out, I was required to determine what activities we would pursue. At least I was required to throw out a million suggestions for him to shoot down until he came up with his own ideas.
"I don't know, where do you want to eat?" he asked, repeating his earlier question.
"What about McDonald's?" I ventured.
"Nah, I don't feel like a burger."
"Ok, Pizza Hut."
"I puked last time I had Pizza Hut."
"Thanks for that image," my ideas and patience were quickly being depleted. "Olive Garden?"
"Too fancy." Fancy?
"I'm allergic to shellfish."
"Fred's Monkey Brains Barn?" My patience was gone and I suspected Jake was on automatic with his restaurant denial.
"Nah, they don't even serve real monkey brains." Ok, so he wasn't on automatic...