09-04-2014, 06:34 PM
For a comic book:
Songs for Phaeton. Act I, sc 4.
Pane1.
First-person camera via Truck "Damn Damn" Duqyier. He stares at the backs of his hands. A black tattoo wraps as a ring around his left hand's ring finger, a symbol of mourning.
Pane2.
Stares at the palms of his hands. A pen-stripe of a scar on his left wrist betrays a troubled past.
Pane3.
Hands holding a gun for military combat. No scar.
Pane4.
Hands holding a woman's face. She's crying after having lost a child.
Pane5.
Hands holding a bottle of an alcoholic beverage. A woman's hand removing it.
Pane6.
Hands blurry, a hazy light backlighting them in a hospital.
Pane7.
Hands cradling a woman's head, looking up and smiling brightly.
Pane8.
Hands holding her left hand in a hospital.
Pane9.
Hands searching through documents.
Pane10.
Truck "Damn Damn" Duqyier on a hill, looking up.
Pane11.
Same as pane 1 but with thought speech:
"What am I supposed to love now?"
Pane12.
Pane 4 or 7, but she's translucent.
"Give me my ghost."
Pane13.
Pane 3, but with blood-spattered hands.
"Give me a massacre."
Pane14.
POV Truck's. A zombie looking up while eating one of his hands.
"Slave my mute-eyed kin to my dreams . . ."
Pane15.
Hands gripping a white cloth with wet tears on it.
"So burden my sleep--"
Pane16.
A zombie hand caresses Truck's face in the night as he's sleeping.
"Let 'em brush my cheek."
Pane17.
Hollow-eyes staring from silhouetted forms.
"drown in their rotting stink the earthly smell of them . . ."
Panel18.
A sundress, wrinkled over a woman's thigh, her hand gripping it.
"Crushed straw, cherries, her sour dirt, her sweetness . . ."
Panel19.
A blackened panel.
"Parade my pained and tortured kin before me weeping!"
Panel20.
A grave or graves.
"So they're dead. That's done. That's done now. But tell me, how"
Panel21.
Shot of the cryo unit in deep space.
"Do I melt ice? In sublime suspense,
within the shadows of the stars, the milkless bays where"
Panel22.
Frozen hands in the cryo unit.
"Where my frozen love"
Panel23.
Detail of the unit, her visible.
"My love, got stuck on this side of forever--where she needs me."
Panel24.
Truck at night, shouting at the moon on his way back to a training facility.
"Tonic moon, regale me! Howl for the strutting helpless, soldiering off,"
Panel25.
Hands praying.
"Keep me stupid."
Panel26.
Hands praying, overwrought.
"Let me keep believing."
Panel27.
Haddie in the cryo bay.
"I love you, Haddie!"
Panel28.
Truck's determined gaze.
"I'll wish you free."
--note: if anyone is aware of my speculative scifi posts, this is part of the same project
--note: the zombies are nightmares about dead loved ones and battle buddies. They aren't actual zombies, thank you very much
Songs for Phaeton. Act I, sc 4.
Pane1.
First-person camera via Truck "Damn Damn" Duqyier. He stares at the backs of his hands. A black tattoo wraps as a ring around his left hand's ring finger, a symbol of mourning.
Pane2.
Stares at the palms of his hands. A pen-stripe of a scar on his left wrist betrays a troubled past.
Pane3.
Hands holding a gun for military combat. No scar.
Pane4.
Hands holding a woman's face. She's crying after having lost a child.
Pane5.
Hands holding a bottle of an alcoholic beverage. A woman's hand removing it.
Pane6.
Hands blurry, a hazy light backlighting them in a hospital.
Pane7.
Hands cradling a woman's head, looking up and smiling brightly.
Pane8.
Hands holding her left hand in a hospital.
Pane9.
Hands searching through documents.
Pane10.
Truck "Damn Damn" Duqyier on a hill, looking up.
Pane11.
Same as pane 1 but with thought speech:
"What am I supposed to love now?"
Pane12.
Pane 4 or 7, but she's translucent.
"Give me my ghost."
Pane13.
Pane 3, but with blood-spattered hands.
"Give me a massacre."
Pane14.
POV Truck's. A zombie looking up while eating one of his hands.
"Slave my mute-eyed kin to my dreams . . ."
Pane15.
Hands gripping a white cloth with wet tears on it.
"So burden my sleep--"
Pane16.
A zombie hand caresses Truck's face in the night as he's sleeping.
"Let 'em brush my cheek."
Pane17.
Hollow-eyes staring from silhouetted forms.
"drown in their rotting stink the earthly smell of them . . ."
Panel18.
A sundress, wrinkled over a woman's thigh, her hand gripping it.
"Crushed straw, cherries, her sour dirt, her sweetness . . ."
Panel19.
A blackened panel.
"Parade my pained and tortured kin before me weeping!"
Panel20.
A grave or graves.
"So they're dead. That's done. That's done now. But tell me, how"
Panel21.
Shot of the cryo unit in deep space.
"Do I melt ice? In sublime suspense,
within the shadows of the stars, the milkless bays where"
Panel22.
Frozen hands in the cryo unit.
"Where my frozen love"
Panel23.
Detail of the unit, her visible.
"My love, got stuck on this side of forever--where she needs me."
Panel24.
Truck at night, shouting at the moon on his way back to a training facility.
"Tonic moon, regale me! Howl for the strutting helpless, soldiering off,"
Panel25.
Hands praying.
"Keep me stupid."
Panel26.
Hands praying, overwrought.
"Let me keep believing."
Panel27.
Haddie in the cryo bay.
"I love you, Haddie!"
Panel28.
Truck's determined gaze.
"I'll wish you free."
--note: if anyone is aware of my speculative scifi posts, this is part of the same project
--note: the zombies are nightmares about dead loved ones and battle buddies. They aren't actual zombies, thank you very much
A yak is normal.
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