[Original: Drabble/Graphics] "Coffee Run" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Coffee Run
Prompt: writerverse challenge #08 write a story, then cast the movie, then write a song for the soundtrack
Word Count 942
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke gets sick of paperwork and goes for some coffee.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Coffee Run: The Story
I signed my name to the bottom of another form and put in on top of the pile in my “out” tray- which was still a fraction of the size of my “in” tray.
I sighed, loudly. “I didn’t become a cop to do paperwork,” I said.
Howell didn’t look up. “It’s one of the hidden perks,” he deadpanned. “Get back to work, rookie.”
His desk and mine were right up against each other, tucked into a corner of the squad room. I didn’t know if the other officers knew what we were, me a vampire and Howell a werewolf, but my partner’s attitude was enough to put most people off.
“I am working,” I said, snatching another form from my “in” pile a little more sharply than necessary. “I’ve been working. I will be working on this infernal paperwork until the end of time!”
“You will be if you keep talking instead of writing,” said Howell. “And be lucky you’ve got a computer word processor. When I joined the force, we used typewriters.”
“You mean, you didn’t use quill pens?” I asked, scrawling my name again.
Howell snorted, but I knew he was smiling on the inside. My partner doesn’t show it often, but he thinks I’m pretty funny.
With another sigh, I started on another batch of forms, for verifying that I still had the same service weapon, that we’d gotten the patrol car washed last week, that we’d requested copies of those cold cases we were still looking into.
“Jones,” said Howell, when I sighed again. “Coffee.”
“What?” I said, looking up sharply. “Yes. Yes, yes, I’ll be right back.”
I got up and grabbed my coat, fumbling in the drawer for my badge and gun- I was wearing civvies, since we weren’t on patrol, but I was on duty, so I had to take them, even on a coffee run.
“Ten minutes,” said Howell. “And bring me a doughnut.”
I grinned. “Yes, sir.”
It was warmer out than I’d thought, as I headed down the street to the tiny WaWa where we always got our snacks on paperwork nights. There were two Starbucks closer to the precinct, and some kind of café place that was open this late (or early, depending how you looked at it) but Howell was particular about his coffee being just coffee and there was really only one place for that.
I ordered myself a sea salt-and-caramel latte at the computer terminal, then poured him a giant cup of dark roast and went to peruse the bakery case. I was trying to decide between a strawberry crème or a double-chocolate- or both?- when the door behind me opened.
Everything went quiet.
Slowly, I turned, to see a scruffy-looking teenager standing beside the check-out. He had a gun pointing at the clerk. “Nobody move!” he snapped. Besides me and the check-out girl, there was an elderly man by the dairy case and a young couple waiting for their hoagies. “Give me all the money, and… and, nobody gets hurt!”
The clerk hesitated, and the gun-toting kid yelled, “Now!”
I slid closer, into the edge of the kid’s line-of-sight. “Hey,” I said, softly. “Let’s not be hasty.”
“Did I say you could talk?” he said, aiming his gun squarely at me.
Good.
I took another slow step, and the kid turned to follow me. That put the others farther out of his range, and I slid just a little farther over.
“Hey,” I said again. “You don’t want to do this. Armed robbery does not look good on your report card, let me tell you. So, just give me the gun, and we can-”
He frowned at me, and I darted forward. “Go, go!” I shouted, as my fingers closed around the barrel of his gun. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the customers and the clerk rushing out the door, and I yanked the gun upwards as hard as I could. It went off, a deafening boom with it so close to my ear, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. I felt a sudden sharp pain before everything went dark.
I came to a short while later, still lying on the linoleum of the convenience store. A large, warm hand rested on my shoulder, and I blinked up into Howell’s scowling face.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in?” he demanded.
“Some,” I said, and tried to sit up. He pushed me back down, his expression shifting to his concerned scowl. “What happened?”
“You didn’t get shot,” he told me, bluntly. “You hit your head on the way down.”
“Is everyone else okay?”
Howell snorted. “Yeah. The clerk and three customers made it out, and we arrested the kid with the gun.” He paused. “That kid was wanted in three murders, Jones. Some kind of gang war, or something. Turned it over to the gang taskforce- turns out this guy fell off their radar.”
“Huh,” I said. “Looks like I found him.” I frowned. “Wait. Did you catch him? After I blacked out?”
Howell sat back and carefully helped me to sit up. “You took too long,” he said.
I smiled. “Thanks,” I said.
He snorted. “Don’t thank me, yet, rookie. You took down a known gang member and got hurt on the job. Guess how much paperwork that is?”
I groaned and leaned my head against his shoulder. “You suck, sir.”
Howell chuckled and looped an arm around my waist to help me up. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said.
I smiled up at him. “I’m glad you came after me.”
“Every time.”
Coffee Run: The Movie
Production Title: Coffee Run
Union/Non-Union: non-union
Production Type: independent
Project Length: short film (30 minutes)
Posted On: Monday, April 1, 2013
Production Location: Philadelphia, PA
Production Company: Night Shift Productions
Company Website: nightshiftproductions.ontheweb.com
Director: J. Smith
Producer: A. Jones
Casting Director: J. Smith
Audition Location: 452 Main St.
Shooting Location: One Franklin Sqaure
E-Mail: nightshiftmovies@legitemail.com
Compensation: yes
Key Dates:
Auditions
May 12, 2013 1:00- 10:00 PM
May 22, 2013 1:00- 10:00 PM
(each audition will be scheduled during this span)
Call Backs: June 1, 2013 5:00- 10:00 PM
Shooting Begins: July 2, 2013
Shooting Ends: July 29, 2013
Synopsis:
Zeke Jones, a young vampire cop, and her werewolf partner, Howell, have mountains of paperwork to do. Looking for a break, Zeke makes a run to a nearby convenience store- only to find herself in the middle of an armed robbery. Just her luck.
[Zeke Jones] [Gender: female] [Age: 20-25]
Karen Gillan OR Ellen Page
Zeke is a dedicated police officer, inexperienced but a quick learner. She tends to be a bit sarcastic, and is definitely geeky. She is very close to her partner, Howell, who she sees as her mentor and despite her jokes, wants to make him proud of her.
[Howell] [Gender: male] [Age: 190-200, appears 30-35]
Adam Baldwin OR Noah Wyle
Howell is a no-nonsense kind of guy, known for being gruff and difficult to work with. He still holds to the old-fashioned values of his younger days, with firm belief in honor, duty and hard work. He sees great potential in Zeke, and pushes her to be a better cop.
Coffee Run: The Soundtrack
Zeke and Howell
Chorus:
Beneath glittering stars
And the Moon up above
In the dark of the City
Of Brotherly Love
A young cop and her partner
In the dead of the night
When there’s crime or there’s trouble
They will be there to fight
Verse 1:
Unlikely policemen
Unlikeliest friends
Their fight to find justice
And truth never ends
On the streets of the city
Where evil things lurk
These two unlikely partners
Just get gown to work
Verse 2:
She is young and impulsive
Doesn’t do as she’s told
He has skill and experience
Of a century old
She relies on his wisdom
And his strength at his side
He’s inspired by her spirit
Sees the world through new eyes
Verse 3:
They are more than just partners
They’ve become family
And a closer-knit duo
There will likely not be
She drinks blood as a vampire
He’s a wolf in moonlight
But together they’re stronger
Keeping watch in the night
Current Mood:
awake
Prompt: writerverse challenge #08 write a story, then cast the movie, then write a song for the soundtrack
Word Count 942
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke gets sick of paperwork and goes for some coffee.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Coffee Run: The Story
I signed my name to the bottom of another form and put in on top of the pile in my “out” tray- which was still a fraction of the size of my “in” tray.
I sighed, loudly. “I didn’t become a cop to do paperwork,” I said.
Howell didn’t look up. “It’s one of the hidden perks,” he deadpanned. “Get back to work, rookie.”
His desk and mine were right up against each other, tucked into a corner of the squad room. I didn’t know if the other officers knew what we were, me a vampire and Howell a werewolf, but my partner’s attitude was enough to put most people off.
“I am working,” I said, snatching another form from my “in” pile a little more sharply than necessary. “I’ve been working. I will be working on this infernal paperwork until the end of time!”
“You will be if you keep talking instead of writing,” said Howell. “And be lucky you’ve got a computer word processor. When I joined the force, we used typewriters.”
“You mean, you didn’t use quill pens?” I asked, scrawling my name again.
Howell snorted, but I knew he was smiling on the inside. My partner doesn’t show it often, but he thinks I’m pretty funny.
With another sigh, I started on another batch of forms, for verifying that I still had the same service weapon, that we’d gotten the patrol car washed last week, that we’d requested copies of those cold cases we were still looking into.
“Jones,” said Howell, when I sighed again. “Coffee.”
“What?” I said, looking up sharply. “Yes. Yes, yes, I’ll be right back.”
I got up and grabbed my coat, fumbling in the drawer for my badge and gun- I was wearing civvies, since we weren’t on patrol, but I was on duty, so I had to take them, even on a coffee run.
“Ten minutes,” said Howell. “And bring me a doughnut.”
I grinned. “Yes, sir.”
It was warmer out than I’d thought, as I headed down the street to the tiny WaWa where we always got our snacks on paperwork nights. There were two Starbucks closer to the precinct, and some kind of café place that was open this late (or early, depending how you looked at it) but Howell was particular about his coffee being just coffee and there was really only one place for that.
I ordered myself a sea salt-and-caramel latte at the computer terminal, then poured him a giant cup of dark roast and went to peruse the bakery case. I was trying to decide between a strawberry crème or a double-chocolate- or both?- when the door behind me opened.
Everything went quiet.
Slowly, I turned, to see a scruffy-looking teenager standing beside the check-out. He had a gun pointing at the clerk. “Nobody move!” he snapped. Besides me and the check-out girl, there was an elderly man by the dairy case and a young couple waiting for their hoagies. “Give me all the money, and… and, nobody gets hurt!”
The clerk hesitated, and the gun-toting kid yelled, “Now!”
I slid closer, into the edge of the kid’s line-of-sight. “Hey,” I said, softly. “Let’s not be hasty.”
“Did I say you could talk?” he said, aiming his gun squarely at me.
Good.
I took another slow step, and the kid turned to follow me. That put the others farther out of his range, and I slid just a little farther over.
“Hey,” I said again. “You don’t want to do this. Armed robbery does not look good on your report card, let me tell you. So, just give me the gun, and we can-”
He frowned at me, and I darted forward. “Go, go!” I shouted, as my fingers closed around the barrel of his gun. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the customers and the clerk rushing out the door, and I yanked the gun upwards as hard as I could. It went off, a deafening boom with it so close to my ear, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. I felt a sudden sharp pain before everything went dark.
I came to a short while later, still lying on the linoleum of the convenience store. A large, warm hand rested on my shoulder, and I blinked up into Howell’s scowling face.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in?” he demanded.
“Some,” I said, and tried to sit up. He pushed me back down, his expression shifting to his concerned scowl. “What happened?”
“You didn’t get shot,” he told me, bluntly. “You hit your head on the way down.”
“Is everyone else okay?”
Howell snorted. “Yeah. The clerk and three customers made it out, and we arrested the kid with the gun.” He paused. “That kid was wanted in three murders, Jones. Some kind of gang war, or something. Turned it over to the gang taskforce- turns out this guy fell off their radar.”
“Huh,” I said. “Looks like I found him.” I frowned. “Wait. Did you catch him? After I blacked out?”
Howell sat back and carefully helped me to sit up. “You took too long,” he said.
I smiled. “Thanks,” I said.
He snorted. “Don’t thank me, yet, rookie. You took down a known gang member and got hurt on the job. Guess how much paperwork that is?”
I groaned and leaned my head against his shoulder. “You suck, sir.”
Howell chuckled and looped an arm around my waist to help me up. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said.
I smiled up at him. “I’m glad you came after me.”
“Every time.”
Coffee Run: The Movie
Production Title: Coffee Run
Union/Non-Union: non-union
Production Type: independent
Project Length: short film (30 minutes)
Posted On: Monday, April 1, 2013
Production Location: Philadelphia, PA
Production Company: Night Shift Productions
Company Website: nightshiftproductions.ontheweb.com
Director: J. Smith
Producer: A. Jones
Casting Director: J. Smith
Audition Location: 452 Main St.
Shooting Location: One Franklin Sqaure
E-Mail: nightshiftmovies@legitemail.com
Compensation: yes
Key Dates:
Auditions
May 12, 2013 1:00- 10:00 PM
May 22, 2013 1:00- 10:00 PM
(each audition will be scheduled during this span)
Call Backs: June 1, 2013 5:00- 10:00 PM
Shooting Begins: July 2, 2013
Shooting Ends: July 29, 2013
Synopsis:
Zeke Jones, a young vampire cop, and her werewolf partner, Howell, have mountains of paperwork to do. Looking for a break, Zeke makes a run to a nearby convenience store- only to find herself in the middle of an armed robbery. Just her luck.
[Zeke Jones] [Gender: female] [Age: 20-25]
Karen Gillan OR Ellen Page
Zeke is a dedicated police officer, inexperienced but a quick learner. She tends to be a bit sarcastic, and is definitely geeky. She is very close to her partner, Howell, who she sees as her mentor and despite her jokes, wants to make him proud of her.
[Howell] [Gender: male] [Age: 190-200, appears 30-35]
Adam Baldwin OR Noah Wyle
Howell is a no-nonsense kind of guy, known for being gruff and difficult to work with. He still holds to the old-fashioned values of his younger days, with firm belief in honor, duty and hard work. He sees great potential in Zeke, and pushes her to be a better cop.
Coffee Run: The Soundtrack
Zeke and Howell
Chorus:
Beneath glittering stars
And the Moon up above
In the dark of the City
Of Brotherly Love
A young cop and her partner
In the dead of the night
When there’s crime or there’s trouble
They will be there to fight
Verse 1:
Unlikely policemen
Unlikeliest friends
Their fight to find justice
And truth never ends
On the streets of the city
Where evil things lurk
These two unlikely partners
Just get gown to work
Verse 2:
She is young and impulsive
Doesn’t do as she’s told
He has skill and experience
Of a century old
She relies on his wisdom
And his strength at his side
He’s inspired by her spirit
Sees the world through new eyes
Verse 3:
They are more than just partners
They’ve become family
And a closer-knit duo
There will likely not be
She drinks blood as a vampire
He’s a wolf in moonlight
But together they’re stronger
Keeping watch in the night
Current Mood:
awake