Well, since some people seem to be interested in it, I've decided to put up the first "scene," which takes place at a local bar in northern Canada mid-December and introduces the main character, Diana. Not too bad a start, I think. :)
The plot centers around a small group of unrelated people around the world who are born for the sole purpose of attempting to salvage humanity for the Creator Gods, particularly the Mayan God Alom. They are just unassuming individuals, and all were born on December 21, 2012, when the world was meant to change. One of them is Diana, who plays the Greek Goddess Artemis (and is the only one with an obvious name heh). Anyways, that's what's up in a very simplified way. Enjoy our little endeavor--I won't post more unless you want me/us to and simply can't wait for the comic :D
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INT.LOCAL BAR.NIGHT
The first page opens on a local bar scene late at night. The small bar is strewn with a string of thin white and blue lights, it's only attempt at festive decorations. A few of the usual alcoholic crowd sit hunched at the bar over empty glasses, and a close couple sit quietly in the corner. JACOB the bartender, a burly capable man with the chiseled appearance of an unkempt lumberer, stands cleaning glasses as he chats up a few of the regulars. One customer looks as if he might have once been an average guy, fit and with a neat sort of air, but his face is dotted with stubble and his eyes are bleary and red. He seems to have something important to say, yet avoids saying it and lapses into other things. He stares into a half-empty mug of stale coffee.
Customer
So I guess that's it, then, eh?
JACOB
(turning to him) What's that?
CUSTOMER
I said I guess that's it.
JACOB
What is?
There's a brief pause.
CUSTOMER
I guess there's really nothing else, is there? I mean...now that she's gone n' all. Not much point to it, is there?
JACOB
Hey, now. You quit that talk. Drink your coffee. S'been a long day.
CUSTOMER
Yeah...
He obeys and gulps down the last half with his head tilted back, expressionless. A small gold cross can be seen on a chain around his neck. He turns to Jacob, but doesn't meet his eyes.
CUSTOMER
You believe in God, Jac-Jac?
JACOB
Well...yeah, I suppose. Course I do. Just like most folks....You?
CUSTOMER
Nah...not really. (smirking grimly) Just like most folks.
JACOB
Go home, Bern.
CUSTOMER
Gotta pay still--
JACOB
Don't worry about it.
He stands obligingly, swaying in place as if forgetting where he is for a moment, then pulls on a bulky parka and starts to head out.
JACOB
Go get you some sleep, Bern. You'll feel better in the morning. Promise. Want to see you bright n' early tomorrow at the yard. Alright?
Bern, the customer, smiles lopsidedly, unconvincingly.
CUSTOMER
Yeah, sure.
He leaves, walking out into the dark snow storm outside. Jacob shakes his head with a sigh, beginning to pick up the multiple glasses left behind and wipe down the bar.
DIANA watches him a few feet away, also at the bar, hunched over a single glass and whiskey. She's a fit woman, but not in any especially feminine manner. Her shoulders are broad as a man's and her shoulder-length brown hair is pulled back under a woven gray beanie. She swirls her drink idly and sips.
JACOB
I just don't know about that guy anymore, Di.
DIANA
(disinterested) What did you expect? The guy lost his wife on the highway.
JACOB
So did Adrien. He lost his little girl, too, in the pileup. Still manages to come to service, at the very least.
Diana smirks, sliding down towards him.
DIANA
Don't think it helps much. Didn't do shit for me, I know that much. You can go to all the sermons, but they don't really say anything useful unless you're about to crucify your kid or build a gold cow on a cliff someplace.
JACOB
Damn, what's got into you all lately? All this talk of death, it's all I hear these days.
DIANA
Just life. You know how it is.
JACOB
I sure hope not.
He looks out the window at the blizzard.
JACOB
What d'you think the odds are that he hangs himself tonight, eh?
DIANA
(shrugging) Dunno. 'Pends on if he can find a place to do it. I'd say drowning's more likely.
JACOB
(exasperatedly) Di! Come on, have a heart, why don't you. Just a little faith... You're supposed to say you don't think he'd do that sort of thing. You know, like normal folk would.
DIANA
What? Just speculating. You asked.
Jacob "humphs" and ignores her, knowing she's won, as usual, and Diana knows it too as she sips at her drink and smirks at him through the bottom of the clear glass.
JACOB
So you don't think there's a God either anymore, eh?
DIANA
Who knows? Who cares? Far as I'm concerned, I'll figure it out when it matters, right? Maybe it's one of those things you're not supposed to know. Makes sense.
JACOB
Yeah, I guess. To each their own. I'd like to think there's somethin' waiting up there after everything.
DIANA
Like you said, to each their own. Endless blackness doesn't sound all that bad to me. Better than some loony old guy sitting in a cloud staring me down all day.
She smiles empathically at him, though, and Jacob returns it with some sadness. Diana stands with a yawn and slides a $20 bill from her back pocket onto the counter. She shrugs on a worn gray-orange parka and pulls the hat down further on her head.
DIANA
Be seeing you. Tell your wife merry Christmas.
JACOB
Yeah, I'll do that. Take care, Diana.
She doesn't answer, already heading out the door, but waves a hand in the air in good humor. Her dark bulky figure disappears into the snow and night.
3 comments:
I like it a lot. I like the opening and the atmosphere of the bar, I imagined a very old lodge in Canada for some reason.
I like Diana though, she seems like a profound, blunt character.
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The plot sounds interesting! And I really liked the beginning scene.
I can't wait to see it all put together. :D
As always: amazing.
Can't wait to see it all finished. I was picturing how Jew would draw it the whole time. :D
I agree with Taylor, good plot. Keep writing.
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