A/N: So, I got bored and decided to do a free-write in the style of a television teen drama show's pilot. I.e. this could be a teaser, in its own way. It isn't finished, but tell me if it's attention-grabbing, the sort of stuff a teaser should be, etc., because this is my first tv-length script and I don't do scripts very often, so I'm rusty. But...I'm pretty sure it is just a scene. So...
Reviewers--come one, come all. Basically. Just, uh, no flames, if you would be so kind. I could make s'mores with them, but I'm out of graham crackers...
Oh! And if you have any ideas, prompts, suggestions, you would be willing to give to me (and not sue me for using later), feel free to post 'em. I hope to continue this. I'm liking the character interaction so far...
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COLD OPEN:
EXT. High School - Day
A cool day. Wind sends loose papers skidding along the asphalt and ruffles one young man’s hair where he sits on the only bench outside the school. His name is ED HARKER and he looks like a sort a father wouldn’t like dating his daughter. Another male, JO LEWIS, is sitting beside him. He is much more respectable-looking, and a honey-blond.
PEOPLE STUMBLE BY, chatting amongst themselves in small, close groups as they WALK TOWARDS THE SCHOOL DOORS.
ED HARKER
You know, these people are--
JO LEWIS
Don’t even finish that.
Jo FLICKS a cigarette butt off the bench and to the ground. Ed RAISES AN EYEBROW.
JO LEWIS (CONT.)
It’s not mine.
Ed ROLLS HIS EYES and LEANS BACK IN THE CHAIR.
ED HARKER
I know it’s not yours. If it were yours, you’d smell like a ruddy ashtray. And I’d bet like you’d taste like one, too, and then your girlfriend would come whining to me like I’m bloody Kronos and could fix it.
JO LEWIS
What does some titan or whatever have to do with anything?
ED HARKER
Dunno. But I bet a time-lord on an anti-smoking kick could help people stop smoking.
JO LEWIS
Yeah, your mind still scares me.
Jo checks his watch.
JO LEWIS (CONT.)
I probably should head to class.
Ed SCOFFS.
ED HARKER
The bell hasn’t rung yet.
JO LEWIS
Lily likes me to carry her books.
Ed SHRUGS his shoulders and PURSES his lips.
ED HARKER
Okay, fine. But meet me at the lockers at the lowest floor at lunch. I have a surprise.
JO LEWIS
What sort of surprise?
Ed SMILES.
ED HARKER
The kind you’ll hate.
Jo HUFFS and starts MESSING with the straps on his backpack, preparing to have to tote the heavy thing around.
JO LEWIS
Lovely.
Ed STANDS UP and WALKS OFF.
JO LEWIS (CONT.)
(Yelling)
Wait, WHICH lockers?
