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| This is my current labor of love (Until I sell out and cash it in to the first bidder.) Jack I don�t have a title yet so just bear with me. This is a standard 22 page comic script. If you know any artists trap them until I can come and collect them. If you have any comments post them on the guest book or email me. | ||||||||||
| �Jack� Eric Jackson 04.16.04 This comic takes place in the 80s. Please read the character page for character information. Page One Panel One: Docks, night, exterior. Jack is off to the side in the tall grass he�s on his stomach because he�s been knocked out. There is a lamp off into the distance that provides very little light, but under it�s lights we can see signs of a fight. There is a shot up car with bullets and glass all over the ground. The water is foamy and choppy there must have just been a storm. To one side of them is the land and the other is the water. They are standing on wooden planks. CAPTION: The events of the night before burned my mind. Not so much what happen, but what it meant. I was betrayed that isn�t so bad hell it�s just business. Of course if I ever seen him again I hope he remembers it�s just business. No it means the boss also thinks we sold him out. CAPTION: If that isn�t bad enough McManus is dead. So in under twenty-four hours I have lost two partners, one to death, the other to greed. I am going to be killed by my boss because well again it�s a business thing. On top of everything this is like the ninth time I�ve been knocked out I would ask my doctor about the long term effects if I wasn�t going to be killed shortly. Panel Two: Docks, night, exterior. Jack is standing on weak legs holding his head. He�s bleeding and is covered in it. He looks like hell as he will throughout the comic. The blood is only on the front of his shirt because he has a cut on his chin. One eye is open the other winces in pain because touching his head causes him pain. With the unaffected eye he looks around. JACK: ouch. CAPTION: The pain is a blinding reminder that I am alive of course being reminded of living is only an example of my mortality something that will be ending shortly. Panel Three: Docks, night, exterior. He is walking towards us which is away from the docks. His walk is unsure and slow, but he manages. He�s thinking hard like a man right before his execution. CAPTION: I wonder if the bars are still open? Page Two Panel One: Bar entrance, night, exterior. Jack is standing in the road looking up at the bar�s sign. All the sign says in cheep neon red letters is �Ba� the �r� is out. This as most full page shots of Jack will be from behind him. CAPTION: After a short walk on the wrong side of the tracks I found a bar. The great thing about being covered in your own blood and looking like shit is no one would ever fuck with you. The man that would do such a thing would be far scarier than I look. JACK: My kinda place. |
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