<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234</id><updated>2011-12-06T22:31:37.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of Comic Book Writer Database</title><subtitle type='html'>official database of Ielle Palmer - Writer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-5376632362989275217</id><published>2009-10-28T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:40:38.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Man: Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiderman: Protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet another offering from my friend Scott L.   He was nice enough to come up with this great offering of Spiderman: Protection.  Thanks again man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir9_ZvC6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/IMM2cD_FRb8/s1600-h/Mary+Jane+pg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir9_ZvC6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/IMM2cD_FRb8/s400/Mary+Jane+pg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397753234883283874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir9fvtzvI/AAAAAAAAAes/XZdAGn8thzQ/s1600-h/Mary+Jane+pg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir9fvtzvI/AAAAAAAAAes/XZdAGn8thzQ/s400/Mary+Jane+pg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397753226385542898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir9CREgrI/AAAAAAAAAek/3bIjj8nKyIM/s1600-h/Mary+Jane+pg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir9CREgrI/AAAAAAAAAek/3bIjj8nKyIM/s400/Mary+Jane+pg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397753218472379058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir8nSYJaI/AAAAAAAAAec/aVeGlO_h_-w/s1600-h/Mary+Jane+pg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir8nSYJaI/AAAAAAAAAec/aVeGlO_h_-w/s400/Mary+Jane+pg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397753211230102946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-5376632362989275217?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5376632362989275217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=5376632362989275217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/5376632362989275217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/5376632362989275217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/spider-man-protection.html' title='Spider Man: Protection'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suir9_ZvC6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/IMM2cD_FRb8/s72-c/Mary+Jane+pg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-552658198150227348</id><published>2009-10-28T15:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:32:01.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Man: Devil's Advocate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Spiderman: Devil's Advocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again here's some finished work of one of my sample scripts.  This one was done by TGK on penciljack (my apologies for not having your full name man, i don't think i ever got it, so please contact me and let me know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suip9zuVYUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/m-NGS74K9jg/s1600-h/devil%27s+advocate%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suip9zuVYUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/m-NGS74K9jg/s400/devil%27s+advocate%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397751032725201218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suip9knRTwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/dVAeEKH6EQQ/s1600-h/devil%27s+advocate%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suip9knRTwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/dVAeEKH6EQQ/s400/devil%27s+advocate%232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397751028669042434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suip9VVzRgI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nlZtS3MkT7o/s1600-h/devil%27s+advocate%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suip9VVzRgI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nlZtS3MkT7o/s400/devil%27s+advocate%233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397751024569239042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-552658198150227348?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/552658198150227348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=552658198150227348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/552658198150227348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/552658198150227348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/spider-man-devils-advocate.html' title='Spider Man: Devil&apos;s Advocate'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suip9zuVYUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/m-NGS74K9jg/s72-c/devil%27s+advocate%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-7128555153399408261</id><published>2009-10-28T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:27:25.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Avengers Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Avengers Script (Old School Marvel Script)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a look at what a friend of mine, scott L, drew up for me.  I did the inks on these (long long ago when my inking skills were even MORE sucktacular lol).  Just for a quick refresher, Old school marvel scripts are written with action first and dialogue AFTER the art is drawn.  Let me tell you this is NOT easy.  I nearly pulled my hair out on this one. The action in this takes place after Bendis' New Avengers Issue #26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioL2KAgyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/d0ca2Emt-H4/s1600-h/Avengers+letters+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioL2KAgyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/d0ca2Emt-H4/s400/Avengers+letters+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397749074873058082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioLiUNvTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IRD-NGFXmZw/s1600-h/Avengers+letters+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioLiUNvTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IRD-NGFXmZw/s400/Avengers+letters+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397749069547158834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioLbRM9cI/AAAAAAAAAds/Z3SAUKcxD48/s1600-h/Avengers+letters+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioLbRM9cI/AAAAAAAAAds/Z3SAUKcxD48/s400/Avengers+letters+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397749067655476674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioKq1OLmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z7tdbimAqkU/s1600-h/Avengers+letters+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioKq1OLmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z7tdbimAqkU/s400/Avengers+letters+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397749054653214306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-7128555153399408261?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7128555153399408261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=7128555153399408261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/7128555153399408261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/7128555153399408261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-avengers-part-i.html' title='New Avengers Part I'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuioL2KAgyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/d0ca2Emt-H4/s72-c/Avengers+letters+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-5966936009823415443</id><published>2009-10-28T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:22:01.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avengers Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuintW_3FCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kwU5JiJNY68/s1600-h/Avengers+letters+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuintW_3FCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kwU5JiJNY68/s400/Avengers+letters+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397748551112922146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuintPmbAfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/E6EDVz1wLBQ/s1600-h/Avengers+letters+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuintPmbAfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/E6EDVz1wLBQ/s400/Avengers+letters+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397748549127176690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suins_m-J8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/2KB53q-g3v8/s1600-h/Avengers+letters+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/Suins_m-J8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/2KB53q-g3v8/s400/Avengers+letters+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397748544834512834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-5966936009823415443?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5966936009823415443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=5966936009823415443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/5966936009823415443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/5966936009823415443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/avengers-part-ii.html' title='Avengers Part II'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjcOHvyaHVM/SuintW_3FCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kwU5JiJNY68/s72-c/Avengers+letters+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-8061201871100656235</id><published>2008-06-03T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:16:07.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Table of Contents:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2008/06/thunderstruck-zatanna-and-captain.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thunderstruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (8pg Zatanna/Capt. Marvel "Shazam" script for contest on uggabugga.net)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/stamford-script-6-pages-page-one-five.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stamford Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (7 pg Civil War Dr. Strange Script)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-school-marvel-style-script-this-was.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old School Marvel Style Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-school-marvel-style-script-this-was.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(5 pg Scarlet Witch/Hawkeye/Dr. Strange Script)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-short-script-created-for.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Protection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (4 pg spidey script for Spiderman Loves Mary Jane)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/02/spiderman-sample-script-devils-advocate.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devil's Advocate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/02/spiderman-sample-script-devils-advocate.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(3pg spidey script)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/02/curfew-2006-practice-script.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curfew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (an early comic exercise i did just for kicks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/03/confidant-ielle-palmer-2006-page-one.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confidant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(original 5pg script created for contest on penciljack.com)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/03/hindsight-ielle-palmer-2006-page-one.html"&gt;Hindsight&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(original 5 pg script, winner of penciljack.com modern pirate story contest)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-8061201871100656235?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8061201871100656235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=8061201871100656235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/8061201871100656235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/8061201871100656235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/03/table-of-contents-protection-4-pg_5564.html' title=''/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-9010286726876806582</id><published>2008-06-02T23:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:30:09.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thunderstruck" - Zatanna and Captain Marvel (Shazam) 8pg Sample Script</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Captain Marvel and Zatanna are copywrite of DC comics.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Thunderstruck" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ielle palmer - 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page One, Four Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  We see the interior of a museum late at night.  A large creature is smashing through a wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; causing various ancient artifacts to be demolished or go flying through the air. This creature (which is some sort of basilisk, an 8 legged lizzard with a spiked back, extremely long tail, forked tongue and claws for toes. Basically a mutant baby of a Gila Monster and balding porcupine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We can also see that attached to this creature is Zatanna, her body failing out behind her as if it’s flying. She is holding onto a magical lasso (a TRUE magical lasso one made of light not shiny thread like wonder woman’s) which is looped about the creature’s neck. Her other hand is holding onto her top hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Fx: SMASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Monster: SKRREEEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna: Aohw!  I dias AOHW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 2: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The creature begins to buck like a horse. Zatanna is tossed upwards, her hat can be seen flying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  away on its own now.  She magically gestures with her newly free hand down at the creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Erutaerc eb lilts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 3:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the creature’s spiked tail smashes into a display, utterly ravaging it. The valuable artifact (possibly a bust or a vase) encased within it is about to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Fx: KERRRASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 4:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna, thrusts her free hand out at the artifact.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: dloh ereht!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page Two, Seven Panels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  The artifact is now frozen in mid-air.  A Magical aura surrounds it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Extreme close up of Zatanna sighing in relief.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panel 3: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Same Angle, suddenly Zatanna’s look of relief has been replaced with a more surprised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  expression.  Almost as if she’s been goosed.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Oh--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 4:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Basilisk kicks up the last two sets of its 8 legs and launches Zatanna like a rag doll for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  opposing wall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: tttttttiiiiiihhhssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 5:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna is rising from the ruble, various suits of armor and weapons are scattered around her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: That’s it DINO. Screw my membership to PETA, some things DESERVE extinction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 6: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The Basilisk lines itself up like a bull as Zatanna rolls up her sleeves.  The main focus on this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  page is how large the Basilisk's mouth is as it's jaw almost unhinges to let out an unholy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Monster: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SKREEEEEE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 7:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Tight shot of Zatanna, her eyes narrowing in determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Z: Listerine – look into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page Three – 5 Panels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 1:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The Basilisk charges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 2:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Zatanna holds a pose that looks like it could both be for dramatic effect and combat reasons (artist choice). She continues to glare the monster down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Z: This is MY world, Godzilla.  Nruter morf Ecnehw voy emac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 3:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Mid-Leap the basilis hangs directly above Zatanna.  The upper part of his body is returning to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  stone, while its tail is still flesh.  Magicial rays of light and rune symbols within the light encircle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  its body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 4:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna looking up completely shadowed by the basilisk.  She's suddenly realized that she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  under the mammoth slab of falling rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Aw crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 5:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Same Angle, a blue of red tackles Zatanna from the side, shoving her out of the way.  We see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  mostly speedlines and a faint outline of her body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Huuuurrrp!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page Four – 6 Panels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 1: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Zatanna is holding her head while laying in a pile of rubble.  The wall behind her has been split, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  with pieces of debris all around.  We can see someone's head just about smushed into her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  breasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Ugh, FLASH. great to see you, but couldn't you have at least pulled--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 2: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Zatanna trying to pull away as she realizes some strange man (Capt. Marvel) is bear hugging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  her, pressing his face up into her cleavage and wincing as if he's bracing for an explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: You're not the Flash –- did you just cop a FEEL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 3: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Marvel has pushed himself back.  Their legs are still tangled up and they remain on the ground, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  but he too has edged back as far as he can, turning eight shades of red.   Zatanna is looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  down as she adjusts her top.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; M: Ohmahgosh!  I didn't, I mean to do -- I would never, uh not say that you're not h--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Z: Forget it.  You saved my life, we'll call it a draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 4:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Now standing, Marvel tries to be a gentleman and NOT watch as Zatanna goes about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  business of fixing her fishnet stockings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; M: Y-your Zatanna, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Z: That's what the bill collectors tell me.  Nice cape, by the way...uh LIGHTNING guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 5:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Marvel takes up his standard hero pose with his hands on his hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; M: CAPTAIN MARVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 6:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  CU of Zatanna staring at him in disbelief and mild amusement.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Z: Of course you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page Five – 5 Panels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna is walking out of the rubble and heading for the museum exit.  Capt. Marvel sprints to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  keep up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: Hey!  Hey we did really great as a team back there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: What are you talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Marvel steps in front of Zatanna blocking her way.  His body language is similar to an excited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  child.  Meanwhile Zatanna is looking at him as if he's crazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: We should work together, you know um... again.  Your skills, my brawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Uh, sure.  Why dontcha have your people call my people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 3:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Marvel turns to watch Zatanna keep walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: You have people! That's so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 4:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Marvel is hovering behind Zatanna (who is still walking away without looking back at him). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  They are passing an exhibit on cavemen.   One of the cavemen is dragging a cavewoman by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  her hair back to the cave.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: But, I was kinda thinking of right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Uh, show's over big guy.  We won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: But that's not why MY people sent me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 5:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna, after obviously giving up on shaking this guy, stops and turns to address Marvel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z (small): You actually HAVE people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z (linked and regular size): Ok, I give, why ARE you here if not for the runaway Jurassic Park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page Six – 6 Panels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Int. caves far below the museum. It looks like something out of temple of doom. Fire and brimstone coming out of a pit. Hundreds of worshipers chanting as a high priestess is doing a ceremony over an alter about to slam a knife through a screaming child's chest. Way up at the top we see Marvel and Zatanna peaking out from one of the many holes in the cave walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Holy &amp;amp;*$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  CAPTION: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Moments later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna leans closer to Marvel, making him look a bit uncomfortable as she whispers to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Should I be covering my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Nevermind, lets do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 3: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Marvel and Zatanna having jumped over the side, land on the platform near the lava, Zatanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  is closest to the large medallion of the lizard she just killed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z (OP): Hey Captain Terrific, I know this symbol.  It's Kar'vel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M (OP): Carvel? The ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 4:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Zatanna rolls her eyes as she uses her magic to trap a few of the angry mob in a force field like bubble. Meanwhile Marvel smashes two guys together while a third is clinging to his back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  comically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Yes, Carvel the ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: NO!  It's the thing from the library, the basilisk!  He's their god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 5:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Marvel tosses the guy from his back into an oncoming group of other worshipers, knocking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  them all down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: Hey that's neat.  Our cases are related!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 6:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna again raises an eyebrow at his behavior.  We can see the priestess sneaking up behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  her, holding her dagger high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Yeah -- neat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page Seven – 7 Panels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 1: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  We see Marvel (still having worshipers attempting to jump on him) suddenly blow a huge gust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  of wind at Zatanna, knocking her up off her feet and back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Hey, watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Zatanna crashes into the wall, crushing the Priestess behind her, knocking her out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 3:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  The worshipers stop, some look surprised.  Others are kneeling praying.  Zatanna looks behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  her and sees the woman is out cold.  Marvel stands heroically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: What the – oh.  Nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 4:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Marvel Leans down and offers Zatanna a hand up like a gentleman.  Suddenly Zatanna seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  to regard him with much more respect.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: Need a hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Thanks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 5:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Zatanna steps closer to Marvel, putting her hand on his chest. She looks up at him dreamily as he looks around at the beaten worshipers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: They quit fighting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Most tribes do when you take out the leader.  Look, I'm sorry about earlier.  I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  wondering if maybe I could make it up to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 6:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Marvel suddenly looks back at her alarmed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  M: Uh.  Well, that'd be great but -- *sigh* I think you should know something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 7:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  CU of Zatanna's eyes bulging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; M (OP): Sha-ZAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page Eight – 3 Panels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Int. Zatanna's dressing room, later that evening.  CU of Black Canary laughing her ass off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  BC: A KID!  He's a KID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  CAPTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Zatanna is sitting by her dressing room mirror pouting.  Black Canary is leaning against the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  laughing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  BC: Oh god!  Oh, Ollie has to hear this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: I don't know why I tell you anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel 3: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Zatanna continues to pout as a stage hand opens the door.  Black Canary is on the phone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  SH: 5 Minutes til curtain Miss Zatanna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  BC: Ollie?  Your what?  Look, forget Deathstroke, wait 'til you get a load of THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Z: Gaaahhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-9010286726876806582?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9010286726876806582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=9010286726876806582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/9010286726876806582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/9010286726876806582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2008/06/thunderstruck-zatanna-and-captain.html' title='&quot;Thunderstruck&quot; - Zatanna and Captain Marvel (Shazam) 8pg Sample Script'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-3028736849525927594</id><published>2007-06-05T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:30:53.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School marvel-style script feat. Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye and Dr. Strange 5pgs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old School Marvel-Style Script&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was created for a friend. He's using it for a submission to marvel. I'll post the dialogue after i create it. I'm waiting for the artwork to come back before both trying to come up with stuff. But at least you can get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picks up where the scarlet witch/Hawkeye in the New Avengers (issue 26) left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pg 1 summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawkeye wanders the small streets of the tiny rustic Swiss/Germanic village (Wundagore Mountain is it actual name) which Wanda is hiding out in. (see New Avengers Issue# 26). He’s shopping alone in the open market for vegetables, out of uniform obviously (he left it at what was left of avengers mansion). Basic breakdown of the dialogue in this scene (so you know what kind of facial expressions you’ll need and such). He’s bartering with a fruit vender while thinking over the events of the previous night (sleeping with Wanda and her having absolutely no idea who he is or the avengers). He feels a bit guilty and he’s very concerned over what she’s become. He hems and haws over if he should tell anyone she’s there, turn her in, tell her who she really is or just let her live out her life in ignorant bliss. Suddenly the SHIELD HELICARRIER flies over head (this thing is massive and blocks out the sun most times). Hawkeye immediately recognizes that they’re there for Wanda; he drops his groceries and runs up the hill towards her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pg 2 summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching her home (which is near the top of course). He sees SHIELD AGENTS covering the place. The lead agent is questioning a crying Wanda (mostly about where she’s been, and what is in the backroom of her small home – which FYI, marvel has been hinting that she has her dead aunt locked up in there like Norman Bates). She, like Hawkeye is sitting about in street clothing. The Agent appears to be a real dick yelling at her. At this point Hawkeye makes his move taking out an agent who has his back to him. He begins to take out the small group of ground troops that are guarding the front door. Feel free to improvise a page worth of fighting. (Don’t worry about the captain America-esk throwing of a garbage lid just yet; I’d save that for page 3, personally). Wanda sees him from out the window just as the lead agent also sees what’s going on outside. Wanda can’t believe what he’s doing (again remember she thinks he's a normal guy, not a trained fighting machine with a temper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pg 3 summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight continues, however just as Hawkeye looks like he’s getting the upper hand he looks up to see more agents coming down from the helicarrier. This doesn’t seem to anger or disappoint him though. In fact he appears to thrive off it. A sick grin crosses his face. More fighting. Now is when I’d use the Captain America shot, in my opinion. Interspersed with this should be Wanda’s growing concern for Hawkeye’s safety. She’s watching this through her window of her small sparse home (again I’d look at New Avengers Issue 26 for references) The Agent angrily gives the order to take Hawkeye out and stop playing with him. He also tells another Agent beside him to “get that back room open” (this refers to the room in Issue 26 that perhaps Wanda keeps her dead aunt in). Wanda freaks, her eyes glow and her face looks evil as she calmly tells them off. (of course feel free to go back and forth from action to these panels where Wanda is stressing or whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pg 4 summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda bursts from her house, dark phoenix style levitating and holding both agents up by their throats, Darth Vader style. Her eyes are still glowing angry as she addresses the men that Hawkeye has been fighting, telling them to leave before things get worse. Hawkeye looks up at her, shocked and concerned that her powers have come out again. He calls her name. She looks over at him, crying because part of her still does not know what’s happening to her. She begins to take out various agents around Hawkeye as he tells her not to kill them. They banter back and forth about how killing won’t make it better. He tells her that she once hurt everyone and she can’t do that again. Wanda remembers killing him; this shocks her into releasing everyone. Hawkeye pulls her close and tells her that he forgives her. The lead agent tells his men to stop gawking and move in. Just as he does says this, the agents are hit by a wave of energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pg 5 summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dr. Strange appears telling them to SLEEP. Everyone passes out, including Wanda who is still in Hawkeye’s arms. However Hawkeye and Dr. Strange are very much awake. Dr. Strange tells him how Wanda’s re-awakened powers finally let him find her and that for her own safety; he (Dr. Strange) should take her away now. To get her the help she truly needs. Hawkeye relents and passes her over, however he insists on going with them. Dr. Strange tells Hawkeye there are more important things for him to do now and that in time, he can come and visit her if he wishes. They leave Hawkeye standing amid a sleeping town, lost and confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- end -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-3028736849525927594?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3028736849525927594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=3028736849525927594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/3028736849525927594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/3028736849525927594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-school-marvel-style-script-this-was.html' title='Old School marvel-style script feat. Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye and Dr. Strange 5pgs'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-6965296229297560012</id><published>2007-06-05T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:31:12.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stamford Script" feat Dr. Strange - 7pgs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stamford Script – 7 Pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong face="verdana"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page One – Three Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; mid-day outside of a large elementary/middle school. There is a large track and an even larger playground and soccer field nearby. 13 year-old girls in gym uniforms are running a baton relay on the track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Two: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Isabelle Duncan (IZZY) stands in the foreground spacing out at something OP (off panel). Her face is utterly blank, her arms hanging at her sides. Behind her we can wee other girls running her direction, determined and carrying batons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; IZZY is slammed into by ANN, her baton partner. Both are knocked off balance and forward. The baton files upward out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Izzy: Oof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Partner: Ow, IZZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Two – Five Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel One: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY and ANN are sprawled out on the track. ANN is glaring at IZZY while holding her own knee in pain. IZZY continues to be transfixed with something OP. behind them the gym COACH is angrily marching to the scene followed by a small pack of giggling girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;COACH: This is NOT rocket science girls. What part of PASS the baton are we not getting, MISS DUNCAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: I-I saw something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;COACH: I’m sure. Back to your blocks, girls! We’re doing it AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; COACH and the girls are OP now. IZZY scowls, upset that no one believes her. WHILE ANN storms off, walking backwards and gesturing angrily back to IZZY (who is not looking at her). Behind them another girl, TARA, is looking off into the direction IZZY has been staring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ANN: Thanks a ton, IZZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: Look, someone flew over the trees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ANN: Right -- You’re so WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; IZZY bites her lip angrily, glaring off into the direction she was staring before. TARA is far behind her also calmly looking in that direction. (no dialogue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; SAME ANGLE. IZZY's face is now one of disapointment and shame. Behind her TARA is running towards her, almost skipping in delight (no dialogue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TARA: Omygawd, Ohmygawd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Five: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TARA shoves IZZY aside to get by her. IZZY Looks at her as if she's lost her mind. TARA on the other hand is so happy she could explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TARA: It’s the NEW WARRIORS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Three, four panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Shot of the ENTIRE gym class from behind as they try to get a better view through the chain-link fence that surrounds the track. COACH is waving his clipboard and free hand at the girls in an attempt to herd them away. IZZY stands alone in the foreground, forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;COACH: Ok, let’s go! It’s not like you haven’t seen them on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GIRL: Can you see SPEEDBALL? He’s hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TARA: NAMORITA’S hair is so cool. Why’d I get stuck with poop brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GIRL3: Quit stepping on me, ANN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ANN: MOVE, I can’t see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Two: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We see Nitro with no boots on, but half in his costume (see Civil War 1 for reference) jumping over the side of a nearby neighborhood wooden fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GIRL 5 (OP): Hey, he’s getting away! Who is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Close in on IZZY, as she once again looks to be lost in some sort of trance. Her body limp, her face blank. Other Children are playing far behind her at the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY (in her trance): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We aren’t the bargain basement losers you guys are USED to, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;COACH (OP): INSIDE NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY (small): Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; IZZY bolts away from her class, which is filing back towards the school. Her COACH shouts after her. ANN is standing beside him, puzzled by IZZY’s behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Izzy: I need to find my brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;COACH: Duncan, I said INSIDE! -- ISABELLE! -- Dammit! Detention, ALL AROUND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ANN: What’d WE do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;COACH (smaller): Just get inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Four, Six panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; IZZY is running across the busy playground, frantic. In the far background we can see NAMORITA flying up over the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Izzy: BEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; A small boy is crying on the floor of a hallway. IZZY has just accidently knocked the boy down. A teacher’s aide is attending to the little boy and angrily snapping at IZZY. IZZY has slightly turned (but not slowed down) to look back apologetically. The outside is still closing from where IZZY just crashed through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: I’m sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;AIDE: Young ladies WALK in hallways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; IZZY bursts into her brother’s classroom where the children are having story time now. The TEACHER looks up at the door, startled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TEACHER: Isabelle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: Mrs. Mauro, where’s Ben?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TEACHER: Benjamin? But MISS WATSON just took him to see you. He wouldn’t stop crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; IZZY takes a moment at the corner of a hallway full of windows (a few open) to catch her breath. Her hands are on her slightly bent knees, propping the rest of her tired body up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;NAMORITA (OP): On your feet NITRO and don’t try any of your stupid explosions because--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Upright now and back in her trance, IZZY has approached the open window. Through it we can see NAMORITA standing over Nitro who is leaning on a bus across the school yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY (in trance): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-- because that’s only going to make me hit you harder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BEN (OP): IZZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Six: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Standing near a set of hallway firedoors, MISS WATSON looks relieved as BEN runs open armed towards IZZY. They boy can’t be more than 5. His little soup-bowl-cut straight hair flops as he runs. He has been crying, but he seems so happy now. IZZY also has snapped out of her trance-like state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Izzy: BEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Page Five, Four panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; IZZY has picked her brother up and is stroking his head. Her back is to us, but BEN’s content face is directly in view. He couldn’t be happier or feel safer. Past them, through the windows we can see that the world is going WHITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: It’s ok BEN. We’re not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY (linked and in trance): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We’re NOT here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Two: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Close up of IZZY keeping her own eyes shut. The lighting should be burning bright now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Izzy (trance): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We’re NOT here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; OUTSIDE, birds-eye view of the school yard, children and all go up in one big nuclear blast. No dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; IZZY opens one cautious eye. The light is cool and calm now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE (OP): You’re ABSOLUTELY right my dear. But perhaps you’d be kind enough to tell me why you’re HERE instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Six, Six Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel One: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STEPHEN STRANGE stands nearby looking inquisitively down at IZZY and BEN (whom she’s still holding). Both children appear surprised. They are nowhere, or rather a white void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Izzy: Where -- How--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: How exactly! Forgive me but, you’ve surprised me and that so rarely happens anymore. It’s a bit refreshing, actually. Allow me to introduce myself, I am DR. STEPHEN STRANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ben: NO NEEDLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Smirking, DR. STRANGE is snaps his fingers to conjure up a lollipop. BEN seems delighted by this act, but IZZY raises a distrusting eyebrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SNDFX: Snap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: I wholeheartedly agree, son. Walk with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: Why should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Close in on DR. STRANGE. He raises an amused eyebrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: My dear, you’re ALONE. BETWEEN realms and you’re worried about STRANGER DANGER? -- Just follow me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; High angle of the trio walking. There is absolutely no background. BEN is clinging to IZZY as they follow DR. STRANGE, making it hard for her to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: ISABELLE DUNCAN, correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: You’re not about to make this easy for me, are you? Very well. Isabelle, I’m afraid I have some bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: I’m dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; DR. STRANGE stops to look back at her, startled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dr. Strange: What? No, why does EVERYONE assume that here? Honestly, do you think the afterlife would be THIS dull?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: I was hoping it was a waiting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Six:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; A visibly frustrated DR. STRANGE moves his hands in various magical poses. A ring of magic begins to open space (like parting a cloud) in the void beside them revealing blue sky. BEN’s jaw drops in delight. IZZY however, is holding him protectively behind her. She raises a skeptical eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: I can see words alone will not satisfy you. I’m afraid I have some bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Seven, Five Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The void around the portal, STRANGE has opened is swirling and turning a dark shade of gray. Inside it we can see and aerial view of the nuclear devastation that has hit Stamford, CT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dr. Strange (OP): You’re a lucky girl, Miss Duncan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Close in on IZZY. She tears up as the reality of it all is sinks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: I knew it BEFORE it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE (OP): Yes, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: And I brought us HERE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE (OP): Yes my dear, it would seem that you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; DR. STRANGE is looking sadly at the portal (which is OP). Behind him IZZY looks up hopefully at his words. BEN is OP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: ISABELLA DUNCAN, daughter of SAMUEL K and MARIA BREWER DUNCAN, you are something extraordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: Like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; DR. STRANGE turns to look back at IZZY, once again amused by her words. One of his hands is waving back at the portal behind him causing it to reseal. IZZY stands in the foreground, BEN’s head can just be seen at her waist. He’s clinging to her still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: Heh, not exactly. But I have met your like you before. Another natural -- SHE was a conundrum. A very dangerous conundrum. One which I made the mistake of dismissing once before. I will NOT make that mistake again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE (linked): So, shall we begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IZZY: I don’t understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Birds eye view of DR. STRANGE leading the children off into the void. He has BEN’s hand. IZZY is following him more closely now, listening to his everyword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: Well of course! What would be the point of me TEACHING you, then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BEN: But, there’s no more school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DR. STRANGE: This is a DIFFERENT school. And after a short conversation with your parents, whom I’m sure will be VERY relived to see you both. I have no doubt, that You and I, Miss Duncan, will be seeing much more of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-6965296229297560012?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6965296229297560012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=6965296229297560012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/6965296229297560012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/6965296229297560012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/stamford-script-6-pages-page-one-five.html' title='&quot;Stamford Script&quot; feat Dr. Strange - 7pgs'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-6715429256904644530</id><published>2007-03-20T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:31:59.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hindsight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ielle Palmer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page One, Four Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; EXT - City Docks - Evening. A paper boat travels a bit and promptly sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption 1: &lt;em&gt;I used to see it as a game, really --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; We revealing an older gentleman dressed in early fall clothing, approaching another person, a young woman in an oversized pea coat with short bright red hair, nearly blood red who is looking off across the docks at the boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Miss, was that your boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; She looks past him, smiling, and we suddenly realize that her eyes are completely white, perhaps with a tinge of silver where her pupils should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption 2: &lt;em&gt;A thrill, something to pass the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: yes, but you can keep it. I always make more. Good evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; Her walking cane snaps out beside her, and she begins to walk off, leaving the man to gape after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Two, Six Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Ext - Docks - Cont’d.  LS of Faye, wandering down a dock in a busy city harbor, while workers are trying to unload various cargo ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption Three: &lt;em&gt;You see, the problem was how easy it came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium shot of her feeling about the various crates sitting down. A foreman takes notice and shouts at her. She doesn’t hear him over the machinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreman: Lady! Whada ya, deaf? Look -- &lt;strong&gt;MISS&lt;/strong&gt;, you can’t be hanging round here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: Sorry, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreman: What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Faye smiles and points up. The foreman is giving her a look as if she’s crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: The cranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreman: The cranes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: They’re soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreman: They’re sooth- HA! Ah ha ha ha. Can’t say I’ve heard em called that before. But hey you can’t stay here, miss. I ain’t got insurance for an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; Faye leans forward so her eyes glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption Four: &lt;em&gt;The lying --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: I understand, but you see-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreman: Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of the foreman and Faye facing off. The foreman seem's to be weakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: So many sounds in this town, and well -- this is the best way to drown them all out. You wouldn’t deny me a bit of peace, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreman: Go sit at the front of the dock, then. Guys’ll be less likely to drop sumpthun on yer head there. But you give me any problems or I see my boys taking five with ya and yer outta here, got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Six:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Faye looking a bit evil while smiling, she slinks back into the shadows, her silver white eyes the only thing showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: Got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Three, Five Panels: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Ext. Dock - Later.  Wide angle of the last of the dockmen locking the gate to leave for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption Five: -- &lt;em&gt;The waiting --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; A solitary watchman begins to settled down in his booth by the gate with his coffee and magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Faye steps from the shadows, peeling off her pea coat. Her eyes still white, but her cane nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; Back to the watchman in his booth. He is watching some show on his tiny tv while adjusting the sandwich he’s brought with him. He sings along with a jingle on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman &amp;amp; TV: &lt;em&gt;It’s fizzy it’s funny, you get more for yer money... it’s Bungee.. An active drink, for an active life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; Below him, faye has pressed herself against the outside of the booth, a blackjack in her hand. Suddenly his phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: ‘Allo? Wha... oh what have I told you about calling me when I’m at work? ... Yeah, I know... well I missed ya too. But Kim you can’t keep calling me, what if my boss stopped in. Yeah I know he never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: So, have you felt it kick tonight? When what happened? While watching American idol, well, I’d kick ya too if you made me watch that shit. What, no I’m not watching it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Four, Five Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of the watchman's hand scrambling to turn the volume off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV: &lt;em&gt;Welcome back, our judges will be releasing-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Reaction of Faye listening to him. She's near tears. She can see a light coming from the water towards the docks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: Yeah... no I love you too. Babe, I’m watching an bunch of boats sit dead in the water. What’s gonna happen, I get dry rot? Yes I know. No, I know that too. Well that was a few weeks ago and it was in New York. Who the hell would want something in Jersey? Right, I know.... I know. Kimberly! Christ I know, okay? Breathe. The doctor told you, you can keep stressing yourself out like-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye (quietly): &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; The watchman has his back to Faye, who is posed to strike, her blackjack in hand. The light is getting closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: Okay, uh huh. Yup -- yup -- yup. Okay, I gotta go. Seriously. Okay. Uh huh. Love you too. See you in a couple of hours. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone closing fx: Snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: What the hell-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of his hand rolling towards the phone. Suddenly a blackjack comes down onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption Six: &lt;em&gt;-- and the attack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; He cries out and crumbles to the floor of the small booth. Faye is pressing her foot onto his already injured hand, she raps him over the nose, causing it to shoot blood every which way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: P-please -- please --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: I-I’m having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: Oh christ -- your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Five, Five Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Faye raps him again, this time breaking his other hand causing him to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: &lt;strong&gt;KEYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchman: right drawer, right drawer! Oh god, please don’t kill me. Please. Not like this. Take whatever you want.  They’ve got tons of stuff on there still!  Computers -- TVs -- cellphones! Just please, I don’t want to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; She looks to see the light has turned out to be a medium sized boat, which has pulled up to the dock, men are beginning to get off. One looks rather important. She is frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: what's your feeling about headaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Faye, toying with the keys, unlocks a the gate where a truck is waiting. gets up and goes to the gate, hurrying to unlock it. Another man is waiting on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blythe: Took you long enough, Marlowe won’t be pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye: You’re in, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium Shot of a very imposing, but sleek male standing on the dock, watching other scruffy looking strong men load the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption Seven: &lt;em&gt;“Talent’s talent,” he tells me, “an’ ya don’t squander&lt;br /&gt;God’s gift, lovey”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of the man's grinning, showing off his golden teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption Eight: &lt;em&gt;Wonder if he knows where he can stick this gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-6715429256904644530?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6715429256904644530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=6715429256904644530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/6715429256904644530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/6715429256904644530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/03/hindsight-ielle-palmer-2006-page-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-6603023707955992262</id><published>2007-03-20T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:32:43.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confidant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ielle Palmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page One, Three Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panel One: CU of a female hand wearing a short leather gauntlet, snapping back to catch a large rubber bouncy-ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychic (O.P): Yes well, I see boff a positive ann ah neegative here cheyel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Loose CU of the owner of the hand (MARE) rolling the ball over the back of her hand before her face as she hold a cellphone to her ear. She’s alone in a very very small studio apartment. Her walls are covered with news clippings and posters giving the whole place a very urban punk style. Her windows have dark bed sheets drawn over them. MARE seems to be taking this phone call very serious, her face looking very concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P over the phone): The star Thanh Long ’ll help ya make yourself noooticed and ta be in good shape, mary, and magnanimous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Right, so where this catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium LS of MARE stretching in front of a mirror in her crappy studio apartment. We can see that it only has enough room for a full-sized bed (which is unmade and messy), a small desk with a laptop (and a ton of junk paper) and a microwave and a Chinese changing screen which is partially blocking a toilet and sink in the corner. She lets her ball drop into the overflowing wastepaper basket beside the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P.): Be patient cheyel, ders moe good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: *sigh* Sorry. Hold on a sec,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Two, Four Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium of MARE switching the phone over to speaker phone. We see that she has a rabbit’s foot hanging from the corner of the mirror. Near that a four leaf clover has been taped to the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Ok, go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P): Yer goin’ ta enter a paceful peeriod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of MARE doing “proud warrior”, (the yoga pose where you place both arms straight out at your sides and you have one knee bent and one leg stretched out to one side, balancing yourself) in what little room she has (the floor is a mess too). The Phone is sitting on her desk now as the psychic’s voice boom forth into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P): Cut to da chase, yer emanatin such a positive energy, yer eyes are soooo bright and yer smile is soooo charmmin’ dat’cha painlessly gatha all the hearts in yer path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: But?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium of MARE stretching back into a deep backbend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P): Paychence cheyel. Das haf yer problem. Yer in such a goddamn hurry all da time. Now, do ya want ta hear da rest of dis o not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: I’m not paying you 3.75 a minute for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P.): Heh, what about yer mental health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium LS of MARE kicking up high at a stuff animal she’s hung (noose like) from the archway of the very short hallway/breezeway of her room that leads to the door. Her kick is quite impressive, knocking the toy up and away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: I try not to think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Three, Four Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of MARE spinning a butterfly knife about in her fingers. She’s chewing on a beef jerky stick (slim jim whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: So, you gonna get to this negative some time today or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P): Yer a hardheaded one, aincha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Don’t need to be a psychic to figure that out, lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of MARE slipping the closed knife into her boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC: Well, hart wise, beware o temptations cuz the opposition ‘tween da stars Thien Su and Hoa Quyen are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Loose CU of MARE (still chewing on her jerky looking over a folder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: I’m not worried about the heart stuff. Skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P): Skip it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium of MARE walking away from us, back to her bed. Her desk is in the foreground. We can see some of the papers within the folder she just dropped behind. A surveillance picture of a middle aged guy in a nice suit shaking hands with a few dignitaries is on top. The cellphone is half buried under the folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (O.P): Den what do ya want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: I told you when I called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Four, Three Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of MARE laying on her back on her messy bed, staring wearily up at her ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: What do all the people who call you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium side angle of MARE she’s rolled onto her side now. We’ve pulled back a bit to see more of the bed. It’s a mess and various small boxes with caliber numbers written on the sides are laying nearby. She has one box in her hand and is tapping the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Why does anyone bother waste twenty dollars to listen to you guys stall and stall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Loose CU of MARE up on her elbows holding a gun in her hands and peering through the empty chambers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: I want to know my future, Miss Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Five, Six Panels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of the cellphone. It’s flashing the words: INCOMING CALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone: BEEP BEEP BEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE (O.P) Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of MARE holding her phone under her chin while slapping a clip up into a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Miss Clara, stay on the line… this will only take a sec…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE (linked): Steven? Hi! Oh no, I was just talking to a friend, nothing too important. You’re picking me up -- uh, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Loose MS of MARE holding the files from earlier over the “bathroom” sink while lighting the end with a Zippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Well actually I’m not home. Hmm? NO… no I’m standing on a subway platform actually. Yeah, my provider rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of MARE rapidly throwing her hitman gear together. In the foreground the fire is eating the files which she’s discarding into the sink. We can read the name STEPHAN REGAN under the picture of the nice man with the dignitaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Why don’t I just meet you there, kay? Yeah… I know not very romantic. Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. Where are you now? Uh huh. Okay. Give me twenty minutes. These trains are acting a bit nuts tonight, I might have missed mine. K, see ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of MARE standing before her mirror again. She’s touching her rabbit’s foot. In her other hand she’s holding her phone out away from herself again, flipping it back on speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARE: Miss Clara? My future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC (OP): I-I don’t know, luv. Ya can’t jus pin point-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone fx: Beep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Six:&lt;/strong&gt; Low angle Medium MS of Mare holding the phone at her side now her whole body has slumped. She looks defeated already. In the foreground we see a wrinkled newspaper with the horoscopes in sight. The listing for Taurus is most prominent and reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper: &lt;em&gt;Taurus: The actions of the past have come back to haunt you. Time to take stock and re-evaluate what matters most. A errant path can lead to hard times. The end of a long journey is near.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-6603023707955992262?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6603023707955992262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=6603023707955992262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/6603023707955992262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/6603023707955992262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/03/confidant-ielle-palmer-2006-page-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-8460466749330066552</id><published>2007-02-19T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:33:31.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curfew - 2006 Practice Script</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**one i created just for practice with dialogue**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Curfew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ielle Palmer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AGE ONE, Splash Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Splash Page:&lt;/strong&gt; A young teenage girl peacefully looks over the rooftops of a small city landscape. It’s late night, way past her time to be out, but she looks as though she doesn’t have a care in the world. Her arms are lifted up as if she is about to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE TWO, Three Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Silhouette of her falling off the building contrasted against the moonlight and street lights, she continues to appear peaceful. Her back is arched along with the arms, like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of her suddenly looking concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of her clawing the air as she plummets down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: &lt;em&gt;Oh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh---!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE THREE, Four Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of another hand grabbing her mid air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; MS high angle of her hanging off the arm of a boy of the same age, there’s a strong resemblance between them. The boy’s other arm is wrapped around the end of old raised fire escape ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Maudy climbing up his back with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Shut up, Matthew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Maudy Stepping on Matt’s face, crushing his nose a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: …It was worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Ah…ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE FOUR, Four Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of a screw coming loose on the fire escape ladder right beside Maudy’s nose, she sees this and her eyes widen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY (quietly) &lt;em&gt;uh oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT (from below) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh OH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Wide angle of the ladder breaking loose and the two of them tumbling backwards with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUND (from both teens): &lt;em&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSERT BETWEEN FRAMES SOUND: &lt;em&gt;CRASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Now on the dirty back alley’s street, Mathew is sitting up rubbing his elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN IT MAUDE ANN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Maude Ann?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; legs are sticking out from beside a dumpster, lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Maudy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE FIVE, Four Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of Maudy, she looks like death. Her head has smashed against the dumpster and blood is running down her nose. We can see her arm is dislocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Aw man… you ruined your shirt. How are we going to explain that to mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; She still looks dead, Matt is leaning over her, slowly starting to look concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: M-Maudy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Maudy reaching forward toward him with her arms out like a zombie and her eyes bulging. The art should be something that could easily be found in any Romero film or the Walking Dead series, minus the decaying flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: &lt;em&gt;UGHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of Matt looking pissed. She’s laughing and dusting herself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Hardy har, you’re a brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: I felt it was my sisterly duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE SIX, Five Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Maude snaps her neck, popping everything back in place with absolutely no pain. She acts as if she’s done nothing more than popped a kink out of her neck. Matt acts as if he’s seen this a million times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Maudy rubbing her nose and the blood seems to have vanished, along with all the other bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: How do I look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Ugly. But you’ll pass mom’s radar… except for that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Matt is hovering a few inches above the ground while Maudy leans forward holding her arms behind her, popping her fingers like a pianist doing a crazed yoga pose. She is peaking up from below at her floating brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Stop that, someone will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: I thought we came here to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Yeah well, we’re done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; TIGHT MS of Matt as he drifts backwards, lounging like he’s on an invisible recliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Aw, I’m having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Well I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: That’s because you can’t &lt;strong&gt;fly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of a fist smashing Matt backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: &lt;em&gt;Oomph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE SEVEN, Six Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Matt is kneeling on the ground rubbing his jaw. Maudy is standing over him, arms crossed looking around as if she’s worried someone might have seen, but not all that concerned that he’s on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: yu boc ma jah! Ahhh owww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Oh shut up and snap it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Matt holding his jaw and looking up at her pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cann!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of Maude kneeling next to him. She has her hand on his jaw, forcing him to turn from side to side so she can inspect it. This is apparently even more painful and he’s trying to shove her off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: oh…. Oh. Whoops. heh, heh... ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Whuufs? Whuufs! Mawwd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of the twins walking (well Matt somewhat floating) down the alley. Maudy is leading the way, but walking backwards so she can face him. Her body language shows that she’s a bit sorry, but she refuses to let him know that. Matt is still messing with his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Well how was I suppose to know you have a glass jaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: I don habe a glass jaw…ahh. You hih harr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Such a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; Cu of them squaring off again, nearly nose to nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDE: What did you call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Six:&lt;/strong&gt; Same Shot, but the twins are staring at each other in surprise as a scream from another alley echoes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN’S VOICE: (burst) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE EIGHT, Four Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of the twins poking their heads around the corner of another side alley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Do you shee it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Uh no…there’s no fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Low angle of Maude running full speed into the furthest reaches of the alley. Matt is still holding his jaw, looking surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN’S VOICE: (burst) Somebody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELP ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Holy shit, someone’s being attacked! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Way, wha?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of Maudy pile driving like a NFL pro into the side of a masked man armed with a knife, the purse he was holding flies up into the air while backed against a wall, a woman looks horrified by what’s going on. An second mugger, who is pressing his gun into the woman’s jaw, also looks surprised by what’s happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUGGER 1 SOUND: &lt;em&gt;OOF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of the armed mugger switching his sights from the victim to Maudy. Behind him we can see Matt flying at him with is hand stretched forward, hoping to reach him. The gun is already breaking apart. Lines are spreading out all over it, like crackle paint or something you would see after smashing your hand on a saltine, yet no one has touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUGGER 2: What the f-fu--?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Mawwdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound: &lt;em&gt;SNAP! CRUNCH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE NINE, Five Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU (shoulders up) of the guy, terrified as he watches it turn to dust within his hands and filter through his grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; the now unarmed gunman scurries away as Matt is playing with some of the dirt left from the gun. The victim is still against the wall, more terrified and confused now than before.  Maude is bitch slapping the first mugger in the foreground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Matt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: He’s getting away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Matt suddenly getting it. He smirks and thrusts his hand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Doan thing foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of the mugger covering his head as pieces of the neighboring building shower down on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; Maudy looks away from her own fight in awe, forgetting what she’s doing. Behind her the mugger is fumbling around for something, preparing to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE TEN, Six Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Matt looking rather pleased with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Same shot, but Matt looks terrified and tries to shout out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: (burst) &lt;em&gt;OOK OW!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of the knife lashing out through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; The blade stops short of Maudy’s back as if it’s hit some invisible shield. She's already begun to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Maudy as she taps the knife so it spins to face him. Her face looks almost evil now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Sic em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Six:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of the man running away screaming as his knife is now chasing him out of the alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE ELEVEN, Three Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Wide shot of Matt sliding up beside his sister, who seems happily surprised at her new power. Also looks shocked by this new development&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Di you know you coo do dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Do I look like I knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound: &lt;em&gt;CRASH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Same shot as before, but the twins have separated and turned so that we can now see what’s behind them. The victim is trying to pick herself back up from the garbage can she’s just tripped over. She’s holding a can of mace up at the twins, while her purse dangles from her elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: Stay away from me. You just stay back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Well, that’s gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel three&lt;/strong&gt;: High Angle looking down at the alley. The woman is running off in the opposite direction as fast as she can. The one mugger’s legs are sticking out from under the rubble and the twins are walking (well Matt is hovering) off together in another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAUDY: Pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT: Pee-sha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-8460466749330066552?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8460466749330066552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=8460466749330066552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/8460466749330066552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/8460466749330066552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/02/curfew-2006-practice-script.html' title='Curfew - 2006 Practice Script'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-7899151843060257302</id><published>2007-02-19T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:34:29.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman Sample Script: Protection - 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**another short script created for penciljack's sample scripts for artists thread. Again based on McKeever's SMLMJ Series**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Protection &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ielle Palmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE ONE, Five Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of fingers dialing on a cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Fullshot of teenaged MJ walking down a flight of stairs leading into the subway. In the background we can see a couple walking up the stairs, heading for the surface. Other than that, she is alone and it’s night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Mom? Uh, why aren’t you home? Ok, well I’m probably just talking to myself, but I had to stay late to help with inventory. I’m catching the last train out right now, so I should be home in about a half hour…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of MJ nervously waiting for the train, being careful not to stand anywhere near the edge. She’s watching a bum who is squatting down on the platform near the mouth of the subway tunnel, a bit worried by his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ:…sure would be nice if you met me at the station with the car. Hope everything’s-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering Machine: (over phone) &lt;em&gt;BEEEP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of MJ is closing her cellphone and pulling her coat tighter with the other hand. She is looking down at her feet, depressed. The bum is shuffling off up the stairs. From the tunnel, odd noises begin to erupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: *sigh* Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound: &lt;em&gt;SCREECH, SCREECH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; Low angle Medium LS of MJ stepping closer to the edge of the platform. Curiousity has taken hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: …?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE TWO, Six panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; WA LS of the Green Goblin’s flying machine completely out of control, bumping into the opposite wall of the platform. GG is waving one arm up, trying to shake off Spiderman who is clinging onto GG’s neck for dear life. Spidey’s legs are flailing up behind them. MS of MJ watching in the foreground, her back is to us but we can tell from her body language that while she’s terrified, she’s exhilarated as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: &lt;em&gt;Whooooooooa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: (linked) You know, that’s gonna wreak havoc on the resale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: &lt;strong&gt;Ohmagawd! Spiderman&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Spiderman turning his head, noticing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIDERMAN: Mary Jane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium LS of Spiderman falling backwards towards track as GG spins his flying machine up and off to the left towards the platform. MJ is ducking, although he’s not close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of Spiderman hitting the subway tracks hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of GG riding his machine off up the stairway to the surface. CU of MJ’s in the foreground. She’s lying on the platform, terrified. She’s peaking back over her shoulder at GG escaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey (OP): (weakly) Anyone get his plate number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Six:&lt;/strong&gt; Tight MS of Spidey slowly getting up. He looks down the tunnel only to see the lights of oncoming subway train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: Doesn’t feel like anything is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: (link) …broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: (link) aw, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE THREE, Four panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium LS of Spidey jumping backwards up onto the platform beside MJ (who is standing now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Loose CU of Spidey nearly falling off the edge, his nose is inches from the subway train that’s barreling by. But MJ’s hand is firmly holding him by the shoulder, pulling him back. She looks surprised to be saving him, as much as he appears surprised that he didn’t quite nail his landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Spidey standing on the edge of the platform, He is still facing the tracks, but his head is turned to look at her. MJ is staring at him dreamily, a cheesy grin has found its way across her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: Uh… thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: No problem, but he got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: Yeah, saw that. It’s a little late for you to be out alone, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Uh, who just saved whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: whh…I-I need to go get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; LS Spidey is slinging his way up the stairs to the surface. Loose CU of MJ inside the subway watching him through the glass. She is completely under his spell. She looks like a lovesick kitten. That same stupid grin is still plastered across her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Page Four, Three Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Ext. Subway station - Queens. LS of MJ standing on the semi-shoveled sidewalk outside the subway exit, looking around depressed. Her mother has not come for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Tight MS of MJ looking back to see Peter approaching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: MJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Peter? What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Late tutoring session. Want to walk back together? I mean it’s late and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of MJ and Peter as they head down the street. She teasingly bumps him with her shoulder. Her arm is already linked around his. She grins micheviously at him, as he reddens and stares at his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Sure Peter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ (link): I’ll protect ya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-7899151843060257302?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7899151843060257302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=7899151843060257302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/7899151843060257302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/7899151843060257302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-short-script-created-for.html' title='Spiderman Sample Script: Protection - 2006'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24274234.post-3687386156625698747</id><published>2007-02-19T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:35:08.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman Sample Script: "Devil's Advocate" - 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**a short sample script for artists that I created for the webforum: Penciljack. It's based of Sean McKeever's Spiderman Loves Mary Jane Series&lt;/em&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devil’s Advocate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ielle Palmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P&lt;span style=""&gt;AGE ONE, Six Panels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Evening - Fullshot of Spiderman smashing into a park water fountain, kicking up a huge spray every which way. Various people nearby are looking up alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;"He’s not a menace!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIDEY: &lt;em&gt;Oofff!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Medium LS of DOC OC using one of his mechanical arms to lift Spidey up by the jaw and shake him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“Liz… he’s just misunderstood.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION 2: &lt;em&gt;“Ugh, here we go. Harry, make her stop.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of Doc tossing Spidey away towards some benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“Oh no, I’m not getting involved, this is between you two.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Spidey’s thrusting his hands outward, his webs spring outward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“He’s a freak MJ…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five: &lt;/strong&gt;Spidey sling shots himself around a lamp-post and is heading back at DOC OC (MS of DOC in the foreground, ready to fight) his foot outstretched so that it’ll be the first thing to hit DOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“…They say he’s the reason all these other nutjobs are popping up all over town…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Six:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Spidey’s foot connecting with Doc’s jaw, smashing his face sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“...for godsake, the man’s &lt;strong&gt;killed &lt;/strong&gt;people!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE TWO, Four Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of Spidey flying off away from the scene as cops are arriving. Doc OC is in the foreground, tied up in webbing and unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“Oh, that stupid Daily Bugle. It gets everything wrong. Liz, if only you knew him like I do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; LS of Spidey in the background leaning on the billboard letters atop of the awning of an old second run movieplex. In the foreground we see MJ, Flash, Harry and Liz laughing &amp;amp; rough housing while leaving from a late night film. They seem so happy having a normal teenage life. Meanwhile Spidey’s posture shows how he wishes that he could be down there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Oh-my-god!&lt;/strong&gt; You don’t know him MJ! You’ve met him, what... &lt;strong&gt;twice?&lt;/strong&gt; And if I remember correctly, he didn’t stick around very long either time.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CAPTION 2: “What, you’ve never made a snap judgment about someone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Spidey ducking as a laser blast misses him and smashes into the bricks behind him. His spidey-senses have been tripped, but nearly too late thanks to the MJ distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“…I’ve seen what he can do. If anything, he goes out of his way &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;to hurt anyone. Even the &lt;strong&gt;nutjobs&lt;/strong&gt; you're talking about.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; Same angle as panel two. Except now Spidey has lept off the movie marquee and is swinging through NYC chasing after Green Goblin who is speeding off on his flying machine. Below MJ and her gang have stopped to watch in aw, MJ the most impressed of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“He’s never asked for anything in exchange. He goes out there and tries to make a difference and all you can do is sit here complain. You’re such a brat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG: Hee hee hee hee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: (just the standard angry scribble cloud, no actual dialogue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAGE THREE, Six Panels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel One:&lt;/strong&gt; Fullshot of Spidey on a rooftop taking a break, holding a soda, his mask is pushed up over his nose. His shoulders are sagging from exhaustion, his head hanging a bit. His back is to the city, the back of his feet hang just over the edge of the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“…We should be begging his forgiveness and throwing him tinker-tape parades!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION 2: &lt;em&gt;“…Please Harry, she’s killing me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman (O.P): &lt;strong&gt;Help!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Two:&lt;/strong&gt; Ext. Queens – We’re back in Peter’s semi-nice neighborhood. LS of Spidey hanging upside down from a tree, passing a cat back to some eager old woman. Dawn is starting to break.&lt;br /&gt;CAPTION: &lt;em&gt;“Jesus MJ, Liz’s right. You make him out to be a saint.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Three:&lt;/strong&gt; High Angle MS of teenaged Liz, MJ and Harry sitting around a table in the library talking. Annoyed, Liz is throwing up her hands at Harry (who is leaning away from her, since she looks as though she could easily bring her arms down and smack him in the face). Across from them, MJ has turned her attention to a nearby table, where PETER is sitting in the background, passed out into one of his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Do you see? Do you see what I deal with every fricken day? Spiderman this, Spiderman that. It’s not healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Peter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Four:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of Mary Jane now leaning on Peter’s table looking down at him, concerned. Peter is trying to wipe the drool away and not look like a retard in front of her. He’s completely embarrassed that she found him like that. In the background we can still see Liz flipping out on Harry, who still looks concerned for his own safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER: Oh, uh sorry… Hi MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Don’t take this the wrong way Peter, but you look horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER: Thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: If you want, we could reschedule our tutoring thing tonight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Five:&lt;/strong&gt; MS of MJ sitting across from Peter smiling away. She’s looking at his books to see what he’s reading. He on the other hand can’t take his eyes off her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER: No!... I-I mean, you’re not getting out of algebra that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Honestly Peter Parker, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were out living it up last night. Silly, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panel Six:&lt;/strong&gt; CU of Peter, utterly exhausted and sheepishly looking off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Yeah, silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24274234-3687386156625698747?l=confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3687386156625698747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24274234&amp;postID=3687386156625698747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/3687386156625698747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24274234/posts/default/3687386156625698747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofacomicbookwriter.blogspot.com/2007/02/spiderman-sample-script-devils-advocate.html' title='Spiderman Sample Script: &quot;Devil&apos;s Advocate&quot; - 2006'/><author><name>ielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692661913439323549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9744/yeahredbyielle77qt9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
