Since I am not in the Writing Program at Towson, I am going by the book Fun To Write Fiction by Donna Monday. Here is my Script Outline, the Novel entry will come soon:
INT.
Mark
is standing in the common area and the only authorized indoor smoking
area for the offices. The entire set of offices and common area were
considered a Secure Area. No one got in without a clearance or a
direct invite. No work was discussed in the common area. Mark was
watching Josie playfully interact with the others from the team as
well as a few Brits who were invited in.
Shorts:
Mark, don't look so tense. Are you going over things in your head
about last week? Or is it this week's coming meetings?
Mark:
Yeah, something like that
Mark
lied to his friend. He was tense because he was jealous. He was
feeling violated, and a little violent, by the fat Brittish cook
hugging Josie.Due to the military laws against fraternizing the
charges they were facing for having a sexual relationship were
staggering. The conversation she had been having was indistinct and
slurred by drink.
Josise:
Yes, you Brits are fun guys!
Scott
Coates: Right! Come 'ere and give us a hug
Josie
steps in slightly and Scott grabs her in his large, fat arms and
pulls her to his side. Josie tries to stay at his side and give him a
half hug.
Smelling
his sweat and beer breath, Josie tries to pull back as quickly as she
can manage without causing insult.
Scott:
Give us a kiss now, eh?
Mark
was about to start a fight over this when Butters came in. Butters, a
Marine Hand to Hand Combat instructor, started the unit's own little
Fight Club.
Butters:
I need to roll! Who do we have here tonight?
Mark:
How about you officiating a fight?
Butters:
Who do you want to call out, Mark?
Mark:
Scott
Josie
had already pulled away from Scott and was digesting what was just
said.
Scott:
Right, I've heard about yer l'il fight club. Sure, i'll play.
Butters:
No punches, this is only grappling. Choke and joint locks only
Mark
and Scott stepped towards each other
Scott:
Shit, that ain't no fun. We 're gonna throw a few, eh?
Scott
moved slow and threw a sloppy schoolyard haymaker that was easily
ducked. Mark came in with a left uppercut followed by a hard and fast
right hook. The hook caught Scott at the back of the jaw bone, he
dropped hard.
Butters:
Shit, God-Damn, Mark! You know the rules!
Mark:
Sorry, Butters.
Mark
looks over at the other two British cooks.
Mark:
You gents need a hand with your friend?
Brit
One: No, thanks, mate. We got 'im
Mark
downed another beer quickly. He grabbed another drink when Butters
and Josie came up.
Butters:
Mark, I think you've had enough to drink. You KNOW the rules of our
club, what the fuck was that?!
Mark:
He swung first, you saw it.
Butters:
Damnit! If the Captain catches wind of this your ass is done!
Josie:
Mark, I really think that you need to put that beer down and go back
to your room.
Josie
placed both hands on Mark's drink and hand. She gently, but strongly
pulled at the beer. Mark allowed her to take the beer.
Mark:
Yeah, right. Whatever.
Mark
leaves by the back door of the area.
EXT.
Mark
stands up and steps to the railing. His empty beer bottle was left on
the small table between the two old rocking chairs. Buster raises his
head to watch Mark then puts his head back down. Josie leaves her
feet up on the railing.
Mark:
I don't know why I let my feelings take control. It's like something
else comes crawling up out of me.
Josie:
I know. (Pause)
Josie
gets up and moves behind Mark. She quietly considers his body,
looking him up and down.
Josie:
You have got to keep yourself under control. I'm a big girl and I can
take care of myself.
Mark
lowers his head and stares at the ground. Being protective, jealously
so, of someone who he was not supposed to be involved with was
something that he would have to avoid at all costs if this was to
carry on at all.
Mark:
Yeah ... (sigh) ... I want to simply enjoy the time we can share
Josie:
As do I, but we have to be very careful
She
raises her hand to place it on Mark's back, but stops. She turns and
walks back inside. Her bare feet made no sound.
Mark:
I know that you are risking as much as I am with 'us'. Yeah, I do
have a possessive streak.
The
only response was that one part of the kitchen floor that squeaked.
Mark knew she had gone inside.
(C) Copyright Marc Trepanier
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