Post by Aguyinarpg on Jan 11, 2010 20:58:38 GMT -5
((For a long time I've wanted to collaborate with an artist in doing a comic book. Tried to convince my one friend to try stuff outside of naruto drawings, but he's too cozy with that I guess. So instead of letting the idea die out, I've decided to write it all up into text form. I've too far ambitions as you can tell with that, but I just realyl wanted to bring a visual expression to the world. You'll have to settle for this though.
And yes, this was a hero comic idea. It may not be original, but I like the aspects.))
Credit Anew
Chapter One: By the Bay
A sliced moon hung over the earth, slowly dripping forward across the plated sky towards the sprinkled stars of the night. Though those stars were seen only in patches of patches from many lit locations, obscuring the bleak beauty from simple yellow beams that showered over the nearby inhabitants. Most of the high-rised cities followed this, yet in their outskirts the stars could almost have been seen if not for the illuminating resinence from the main parts beyond.
But also these outskirts had a glow of something a bit more sinister, like the shine off of a handgun. Many people had seen it at the wrong end and even others saw it as the last of their existance. For as gun-ridden as these areas were however, one city limits managed to keep a veil over their firearms for longer than others. An undiscovered area of crime where petty thugs could pull off rather complicated heists from the firearms they could carry. Rewery, Maryland was the area.
The true problem with the city was not that crime was at such a level that it couldn't be stopped, but instead because of the police corps. Most of the government funding to the city had been spent towards building projects, trying to make the Chesapeake bay a higher tourist attraction for those traveling in the area. In turn, most state jobs suffered including law enforcement.
Though even with the unrecognition, most suburban types knew of the dangers and realized the crime could reach at its peak anytime soon. Even with the threat looming above them, the highest precautions most citizens took would be to carry mace, which against a gun would be useless unless they had magic fingers. In the wake of such terror, people began to seek opportunities from the neglected region, in many different ways.
On a particular November night though first gave presence to one of these opportunities from the loud sirens of cop cars. Naturally it would seem that a man was fleeing from the scene of a petty robber, dodging in between the buildings and alleys towards a safer point by the river. In his arms he carried a purple leather purse, obviously not from Nordstrom. His eyes darted across the brick buildings as he ran, not bothering to look up at a looming figure from on top of them.
As the sirens dissipated into the distance, he began to slow his pace and walk in a more controlled way to his safe point. Before he could turn the corner to make sight of it however, loud scraping sounds filled the alleyway as the looming figure began to descend from hanging onto the brick wall. The man stood in near heart-stopping shock as it made its way to the ground. He fumbled for his gun and pointed it forward.
"What do you want?" the man projected out rather loudly into the empty darkness towards the person.
Light soon began to settle on the figure, revealing a woman in a tight and dark blue garb. It covered the extent of her body, even over her hands and feet which also sported dark matching dark shoes. Her head was uncovered by the suit, letting curly brown hair hang down towards her shoulders of the suit. Her eyes stared forward towards the man, giving an intense glow but seemed just beyond his shoulder.
"I said what do you want?" shouted the man again as he racked with fear.
His finger laid on the trigger as his hand began to clench together, but stopped abruptly as another light scratching sound began at his feet. The thug quickly loosed his grasp of the firearm, turning around to see what had come up to him. Two men, the one directly behind carrying a metal pipe, had come up behind him in the events preceeding. Once again frozen with shock, he dropped the gun as the one with the metal pipe sent forward a loud 'clang' at his shoulder.
The two looked over the unconscious man, kicking at him softly before retrieving the bag from his dead grip. They looked to each other, then to the woman who began stepping forward towards them back into darkness. One of the men began to reach inside the bag and in return being slapped at the hand by the woman, forcing to drop the bag to the ground. She surveyed over the thug onc more before departing together with her friends out off the alleyway into the night.
((Yes, first installment. Just setting up story and yaddi yadda. I'll have some more up later. Do tell what you think of how the ideas of a comic are doing transferred into writing. Whether it's me or the idea in general that sucks, or both, or neither.
Next chapter needed to be later, so take this as a time skip.))
And yes, this was a hero comic idea. It may not be original, but I like the aspects.))
Credit Anew
Chapter One: By the Bay
A sliced moon hung over the earth, slowly dripping forward across the plated sky towards the sprinkled stars of the night. Though those stars were seen only in patches of patches from many lit locations, obscuring the bleak beauty from simple yellow beams that showered over the nearby inhabitants. Most of the high-rised cities followed this, yet in their outskirts the stars could almost have been seen if not for the illuminating resinence from the main parts beyond.
But also these outskirts had a glow of something a bit more sinister, like the shine off of a handgun. Many people had seen it at the wrong end and even others saw it as the last of their existance. For as gun-ridden as these areas were however, one city limits managed to keep a veil over their firearms for longer than others. An undiscovered area of crime where petty thugs could pull off rather complicated heists from the firearms they could carry. Rewery, Maryland was the area.
The true problem with the city was not that crime was at such a level that it couldn't be stopped, but instead because of the police corps. Most of the government funding to the city had been spent towards building projects, trying to make the Chesapeake bay a higher tourist attraction for those traveling in the area. In turn, most state jobs suffered including law enforcement.
Though even with the unrecognition, most suburban types knew of the dangers and realized the crime could reach at its peak anytime soon. Even with the threat looming above them, the highest precautions most citizens took would be to carry mace, which against a gun would be useless unless they had magic fingers. In the wake of such terror, people began to seek opportunities from the neglected region, in many different ways.
On a particular November night though first gave presence to one of these opportunities from the loud sirens of cop cars. Naturally it would seem that a man was fleeing from the scene of a petty robber, dodging in between the buildings and alleys towards a safer point by the river. In his arms he carried a purple leather purse, obviously not from Nordstrom. His eyes darted across the brick buildings as he ran, not bothering to look up at a looming figure from on top of them.
As the sirens dissipated into the distance, he began to slow his pace and walk in a more controlled way to his safe point. Before he could turn the corner to make sight of it however, loud scraping sounds filled the alleyway as the looming figure began to descend from hanging onto the brick wall. The man stood in near heart-stopping shock as it made its way to the ground. He fumbled for his gun and pointed it forward.
"What do you want?" the man projected out rather loudly into the empty darkness towards the person.
Light soon began to settle on the figure, revealing a woman in a tight and dark blue garb. It covered the extent of her body, even over her hands and feet which also sported dark matching dark shoes. Her head was uncovered by the suit, letting curly brown hair hang down towards her shoulders of the suit. Her eyes stared forward towards the man, giving an intense glow but seemed just beyond his shoulder.
"I said what do you want?" shouted the man again as he racked with fear.
His finger laid on the trigger as his hand began to clench together, but stopped abruptly as another light scratching sound began at his feet. The thug quickly loosed his grasp of the firearm, turning around to see what had come up to him. Two men, the one directly behind carrying a metal pipe, had come up behind him in the events preceeding. Once again frozen with shock, he dropped the gun as the one with the metal pipe sent forward a loud 'clang' at his shoulder.
The two looked over the unconscious man, kicking at him softly before retrieving the bag from his dead grip. They looked to each other, then to the woman who began stepping forward towards them back into darkness. One of the men began to reach inside the bag and in return being slapped at the hand by the woman, forcing to drop the bag to the ground. She surveyed over the thug onc more before departing together with her friends out off the alleyway into the night.
((Yes, first installment. Just setting up story and yaddi yadda. I'll have some more up later. Do tell what you think of how the ideas of a comic are doing transferred into writing. Whether it's me or the idea in general that sucks, or both, or neither.
Next chapter needed to be later, so take this as a time skip.))
