Heya,
I'm gonna start posting script samples of my work under the title Scriptage, Oh God! This is weird for me as I never do this type of thing, but I thought it would be fun to start showing my side of the process. (well fun for you, scary for me!)
I'm gonna start posting script samples of my work under the title Scriptage, Oh God! This is weird for me as I never do this type of thing, but I thought it would be fun to start showing my side of the process. (well fun for you, scary for me!)
For the first installment I've chosen a page from my upcoming Markosia mini series, Vengeance of the Vapor. Right before this page The Vapor had done battle with his arch nemesis The Heavy, and we've now shifted gears to introduce the book's real protaganist, Brooks Rogers, and his partner Rodrigo Maria Vollencia. Enjoy! (I'm gonna go hide under my bed now!)
*please note formating differs from original format.
VENGEANCE OF THE VAPOR #1
PAGE 12
12.1: A month and a half later, and it is the dead of winter. We're now in the middle of Kansas. This however is a close-up shot of Brooks Rogers, who looks to be almost the splitting image of his grandfather Dillon from the locket.
CAP: A MONTH AND A HALF LATER. KANSAS.
BROOKS: PUH LEASE! THAT'S COMPLETELY UNTRUE!
12.2: Back up to show Brooks is in someone's plush 1870's home with his good pal and "spirit medium" from Spain, Rodrigo. Brooks is a "spirit photographer" and is setting up his equipment. Rodrigo is leaning on the mantelpiece of the fireplace looking very smug and confident.
RODRIGO: AH, BUT YOU FORGET I AM A MEDIUM, AMIGO, AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE POOR MISS FLEGMAN WAS THINKING WHEN YOU TRIED YOUR, AHEM, CHIVALROUS ATTEMPT TO COURT HER.
BROOKS: A. YOU HAVEN'T A CLUE WHAT CHIVALROUS MEANS. AND B. YOUR'E A CRANK! SO I'M GOING TO TAKE YOU WITH A GRAIN OF SALT AND GO BACK TO SWIGGER'S BEFORE WE LEAVE THIS PLACE.
12.3: Rodrigo puts a hand over his head feigning being hurt, but Brooks motions for him to get ready for their latest assignment.
RODRIGO: I AM HURT!
BROOKS: YOUR'E GONNA BE HURT IN A MINUTE IF YOU DON'T GET A MOVE ON!
12.4: Rodrigo wiggles his fingers at Brooks in mock fright as the head of the household, Donald T. Hollander, comes into the room from behind him. Hollander is a Donald Trump of his day.
RODRIGO: OOOH, THE BIG BAD NEW YORKER! I AM SO AFRAID!
HOLLANDER: AHEM. GENTLEMEN.
12.5: Brooks rushes ahead of Rodrigo, who sheepishly composes himself, and greets Hollander, who is looking guardedly at Rodrigo.
HOLLANDER (1): I TAKE IT ALL IS PREPARED?
BROOKS: MR. HOLLANDER, WE ARE PROFESSIONALS.
HOLLANDER (2): OF COURSE. EXCELLENT.
12.6: Rodrigo greets the rest of the family walking in, as Hollander leans in to whisper to Brooks in the foreground. There is a wife and 2 sons, all well dressed. The younger one looks very sad.
RODRIGO: MY CONDOLENCES, DEAREST HOLLANDERS.
HOLLANDER (1): ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS GUY?
BROOKS (1): SIR, RODRIGO IS A HIGH CLASS MEDIUM FROM SPAIN. HIS LINEAGE IS ROYALTY.
HOLLANDER (2): VERY GOOD. I TRUST YOUR JUDGEMENT. YOU COME RECCOMENDED.
BROOKS (2): WE WILL DO ALL WE CAN TO EASE YOUR FAMILY'S SUFFERING. THIS IS MY WORD.
*please note formating differs from original format.
VENGEANCE OF THE VAPOR #1
PAGE 12
12.1: A month and a half later, and it is the dead of winter. We're now in the middle of Kansas. This however is a close-up shot of Brooks Rogers, who looks to be almost the splitting image of his grandfather Dillon from the locket.
CAP: A MONTH AND A HALF LATER. KANSAS.
BROOKS: PUH LEASE! THAT'S COMPLETELY UNTRUE!
12.2: Back up to show Brooks is in someone's plush 1870's home with his good pal and "spirit medium" from Spain, Rodrigo. Brooks is a "spirit photographer" and is setting up his equipment. Rodrigo is leaning on the mantelpiece of the fireplace looking very smug and confident.
RODRIGO: AH, BUT YOU FORGET I AM A MEDIUM, AMIGO, AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE POOR MISS FLEGMAN WAS THINKING WHEN YOU TRIED YOUR, AHEM, CHIVALROUS ATTEMPT TO COURT HER.
BROOKS: A. YOU HAVEN'T A CLUE WHAT CHIVALROUS MEANS. AND B. YOUR'E A CRANK! SO I'M GOING TO TAKE YOU WITH A GRAIN OF SALT AND GO BACK TO SWIGGER'S BEFORE WE LEAVE THIS PLACE.
12.3: Rodrigo puts a hand over his head feigning being hurt, but Brooks motions for him to get ready for their latest assignment.
RODRIGO: I AM HURT!
BROOKS: YOUR'E GONNA BE HURT IN A MINUTE IF YOU DON'T GET A MOVE ON!
12.4: Rodrigo wiggles his fingers at Brooks in mock fright as the head of the household, Donald T. Hollander, comes into the room from behind him. Hollander is a Donald Trump of his day.
RODRIGO: OOOH, THE BIG BAD NEW YORKER! I AM SO AFRAID!
HOLLANDER: AHEM. GENTLEMEN.
12.5: Brooks rushes ahead of Rodrigo, who sheepishly composes himself, and greets Hollander, who is looking guardedly at Rodrigo.
HOLLANDER (1): I TAKE IT ALL IS PREPARED?
BROOKS: MR. HOLLANDER, WE ARE PROFESSIONALS.
HOLLANDER (2): OF COURSE. EXCELLENT.
12.6: Rodrigo greets the rest of the family walking in, as Hollander leans in to whisper to Brooks in the foreground. There is a wife and 2 sons, all well dressed. The younger one looks very sad.
RODRIGO: MY CONDOLENCES, DEAREST HOLLANDERS.
HOLLANDER (1): ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS GUY?
BROOKS (1): SIR, RODRIGO IS A HIGH CLASS MEDIUM FROM SPAIN. HIS LINEAGE IS ROYALTY.
HOLLANDER (2): VERY GOOD. I TRUST YOUR JUDGEMENT. YOU COME RECCOMENDED.
BROOKS (2): WE WILL DO ALL WE CAN TO EASE YOUR FAMILY'S SUFFERING. THIS IS MY WORD.
