HWA Message Board: A Day Out

The black scene appears, before the following text flashes up…

The following takes place a several hours after the preceding promo…

… before opening out onto Hans von Richtoven’s apartment in the Empire States Building. It’s mid-morning judging by the time on the digital clock, and although the muted sound of hustle and bustle from down below can be heard, it’s calm and peaceful in the main room.

After a few moments Hans von Richtoven enters from the bedroom, dressed for travel in a pair of dark grey Levi 501’s, tan coloured Klone Sketchers and a plain black jersey with white under-top showing at the neck. In his hands he carries two travel bags which he places by the doorway onto the hall.

(Hans): Right, that’s the bags all packed. I’d say we’re ready to go.

He moves back across the room, picking up a brown leather jacket that he’d draped previously over the back of one of the leather couches, and turns to face the bedroom door.

Vanessa Lang, clad similarly for travel in a pair of dark blue Diesel Lowky jeans, Ugg boots and a white crochet cowl neck jumper enters the room, pulling on a cream coloured coat as she does so.

Crossing the room, she speaks towards Hans, seemingly continuing a conversation already in progress.

(Vanessa): Well, you've done in one short interview what Perez Hilton has been attempting to do for years.

(Hans): Perez Who? Should I know him?

A look of confusion descends, as he turns to face Vanessa.

(Hans): And what have I done?

Vanessa stares at Hans, narrowing her gaze as she taps her left foot on the wooden floor while placing her hands on her hips.

(Vanessa): Do you really not know?

(Hans): I wouldn't be asking if I didn’t.

Vanessa rolls her eyes, an exasperated noise coming from the back of her throat.

(Vanessa): Men! They're either ignorant, or over-reacting!

She holds her stare, still tapping her foot on the floor before throwing her hands up in the air in mock exasperation. Crossing the room, she folds her arms around Hans' waist.

(Vanessa): You 'outed' Jason in that interview… ring any bells…?

(Hans): Oh…

A crestfallen expression descends over him, his tone apologetic.

(Hans): Honestly, I never meant to! It was an off the cuff remark!

Vanessa smiles sweetly, putting one finger to his lips to stop him.

(Vanessa): I know sweetie. You can be an oaf at times, but there’s no harm done.

The smile grows larger as she notices the sceptical look on Hans’ face.

(Vanessa): Seriously, it was a mere formality. He’ll thank you for it eventually.

Hans exhales slowly.

(Hans): If you’re sure…

(Vanessa): I am!

Breaking the embrace, she bounces up onto the balls of her feet, pursing her lips as she remembers a forgotten detail.

(Vanessa): Ooo! That’s another thing! Talon phoned!

(Hans): He did? When?

(Vanessa): You went to the gym with Heinrich for an hour or so after the interview, right?

(Hans): Uh-huh.

(Vanessa): Well he called then.

As she does the final few buttons on her coat before taking the few steps needed to get to the door out onto the hallway, Hans appears lost in thought.

(Vanessa): So come on, get your jacket on and help me with the bags. You can phone him while the limo takes us to the airport!

The scene fades out, as once more, the writing flares up onto the screen…

The following takes place on Saturday…

…before fading back onto a scene of the Circuito de Jerez where numerous Formula One teams are running through the fourth session of the third test period. The sun beats down onto the area with a warm glow, and the various drivers are taking full opportunity to put their cars through their paces.

The camera pans around, taking in the almost packed stands; fans of all nationalities here to see their heroes in action.

As the camera continues to pan around, it eventually comes to rest on two figures up on the upper part of the stand. Moving in, they’re revealed as Hans & Heinrich von Richtoven. The camera moves towards them, settling in for a side-on shot.

(Heinrich): So Jerez? Any particular reasons?

Hans' head tilts towards his brother, eyebrow raised as he prepares a derisory response, only for the McLaren of Jenson Button to roar past the stands, the chrome and red trimmed car a blur as it speeds out of the camera's view.

The two brothers laugh, as Hans turns his head back around to face the track. A few minutes pass, as they take in the spectacle before them, as the various teams put their drivers and cars through their testing.

(Heinrich): So aside from the obvious, why Jerez?

(Hans): A break from the norm I guess Heinrich. It's been a while since I've actually ceased my incessant training schedule, at least willingly. *Shrugs* I needed 'me-time'.

(Heinrich): But I'm here, so how does that work exactly?

(Hans): There is no way that I'm going to go to a test session and sit there on my own. Absolutely no chance.

Heinrich smirks, amused at the answer.

To be continued…