BL Comic Scripts - Park Guys pt.1
The only mass writing I've done in the last year is in script format for comics me and
steam_pilot were working on, so that's all I've got. I have a completely separate LJ that I used to use for writing, 70percenteffort but it's older stuff and mostly just for my convenience. So I thought I'd share a little bit of how I write scripts.
If anyone still reads this....This is a bl story idea about a punk-ass kid and an older man, and it's just started, but I like the idea.
For reference:
[ ] = narrative boxes
( ) = character thoughts at the time
Notes: Story is told from Giancarlo's -Gio's- POV. His house is small with a tiny lawn, directly across the street from the edge of a park.
[In a park across the street from my house, old men meet up and play chess with each other, or wait for random people to challenge them.]
Grandma: Gio!
[I’ll never be that old.]
Grandma: Gio, get up!
Grandma swats at a lump under a blanket on the couch with a broom.
Grandma: Giancarlo, get your behind out of bed and mow the lawn, you useless boy!
Grandma swatting at him, this time aiming for the shape of his head.
Gio: Ow, ow, OW OW OW! Okay, you crazy old bat!
Gio sits up on the couch. Grandma huffs with victory, and returns to the kitchen sink, which Gio can see from the sofa.
Gio rubs his head.
Gio: Shit!
(It’s not like we have any real lawn to mow anyways.)
*mumbles * Crazy old bat.
Gio pulls on a shirt and some boots that were by the sofa, without lacing them. He eyes his grandma out of the corner of his eye. She’s staring out the window at the sink.
[My grandma has a crush on one of those old park men. Imagine that, a crush at her age. But she can’t play chess, so she just takes longer washing her dishes, staring out the kitchen window at the park.]
[As if her old hag eyes could see past her sagging tits.]
Gio’s been outside mowing. He’s dragging a trash bag to the can on the sidewalk for pickup. He looks at the kitchen window, and Grandma’s still standing there, peeling carrots.
(She’s even worse today. Pretty soon she’ll be fuckin’ nutters.)
While tossing it in, he looks at the park across the street and raises an unenthused eyebrow.
Later Gio is walking back from the store on the side of the street with the park.
A handsome older man (with glasses, yeah! Thanks basso) is sitting, playing a game with an even older man. There are two other tables with games going on too, but they’re absorbed in their own games.
A shadow falls across the board, and the men look up.
Gio stands across from the younger older man giving him the stare down of a lifetime. An unhappy, appraising look. The old man’s playing partner blinks at him. He shrugs as if to say he has no idea.
They continue staring at each other for a bit, Gio’s frown increasing, his lips pursing with annoyance. (think stuipid annoyed angry look…really stupid)
Gio makes a face of disgust at him: …What the hell’s so special about you?
Gio walks off, leaving the handsome older man with glasses blinking.
Gio gets home.
Gio: Hey, old woman! I got your diapers and your prune juice!
No one answers, so he goes into the kitchen.
Gio: Yo, old bat!
Grandma’s not there or in the living room, which he can see from there. He puts the milk in the fridge, only to close it and see the magnet calendar on it.
Gio: Ah, fuck. It’s today.
Gio knocks on grandma’s bedroom door.
Gio: Hey, Old Lady!
Gio tries the door but it’s locked.
Gio: Grams! Grams, you in there? Unlock the door! Grams!
From inside he hears grandma sobbing.
Gio tugs at his hair.
Gio: Shit!
He grabs his jacket and leaves. On the front porch, he zips it up. It’s getting dark outside.
[Today’s the anniversary of my dad and gramp’s deaths. She’s always a wreck. A sobbing mass of wreck.]
Gio walks down the street.
It’s the next day. A Monday. The same older man is sitting in the park, this time he’s the only one with a board.
The man is staring at the board, his hands folded. All of a sudden, Gio flops down in the opposite seat, his hands and face draping across the chess table, a paper bag with a drink in one hand. Pieces go flying. Only a couple staying on the table. Gio is drunk off his ass,
The older man, getting over his moment of complete surprise, stands up and leans over Gio.
Man: Er…are you all right?
Gio doesn’t move. The man reaches out to touch him on the shoulder, and he hiccups violently. Gio mumbles something that the man can’t hear.
Man: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.
Gio: ….I SAID, she’s a fuckin’ loony. Every year, EVERY YEAR.
Gio sits up incredibly fast, almost knocking the man in the chin with his head. He slams his paper back on the table.
Gio: Every year she does this. Turns into a head job and wets herself, she cries so much. You don’t see ME crying do you? You know why? Cuz they were scumbags. Assholes.
Man: ….Er, who was?
Gio: My pops and my grandad. Both of them. She calls me a useless loser? At least I don’t rail on her. Crazy bitch. She should celebrate this day.
Man: …Which day would that be?
Gio: …Shit. It’s already the next day, ain’t it? And you’re here again. Fuck. I’m never going to live to be this old.
Man: *crosses arms*Oh? And how old is that?
Gio: I ain’t never gonna be old enough to sit in some park, waiting for someone else to give me my kicks.
Gio flicks a rook that was still on the table.
Gio: The day I do that is the day I’ll kill myself. I’m never gonna get old.
Man: *calmly and with a small smile* You’re getting older every second. Unless you plan to kill yourself right now, I suggest you go home, drink some water, and take care of your grandmother. Family is what keeps us young. If your grandma is getting old, it’s only because you’re letting her, and vice versa.
Gio jumps up, knocking the rest of the pieces off the table in anger.
Gio snarls at the man: You’re crazier than she is.
The man smiles. Gio stares at him violently for a moment, before turning around quickly and stomping away.
Anyways, other than that, no news. Finals are done (rocks) and I'm moving out of my apartment (sucks).
steam_pilot were working on, so that's all I've got. I have a completely separate LJ that I used to use for writing, 70percenteffort but it's older stuff and mostly just for my convenience. So I thought I'd share a little bit of how I write scripts.
If anyone still reads this....This is a bl story idea about a punk-ass kid and an older man, and it's just started, but I like the idea.
For reference:
[ ] = narrative boxes
( ) = character thoughts at the time
Notes: Story is told from Giancarlo's -Gio's- POV. His house is small with a tiny lawn, directly across the street from the edge of a park.
[In a park across the street from my house, old men meet up and play chess with each other, or wait for random people to challenge them.]
Grandma: Gio!
[I’ll never be that old.]
Grandma: Gio, get up!
Grandma swats at a lump under a blanket on the couch with a broom.
Grandma: Giancarlo, get your behind out of bed and mow the lawn, you useless boy!
Grandma swatting at him, this time aiming for the shape of his head.
Gio: Ow, ow, OW OW OW! Okay, you crazy old bat!
Gio sits up on the couch. Grandma huffs with victory, and returns to the kitchen sink, which Gio can see from the sofa.
Gio rubs his head.
Gio: Shit!
(It’s not like we have any real lawn to mow anyways.)
*mumbles * Crazy old bat.
Gio pulls on a shirt and some boots that were by the sofa, without lacing them. He eyes his grandma out of the corner of his eye. She’s staring out the window at the sink.
[My grandma has a crush on one of those old park men. Imagine that, a crush at her age. But she can’t play chess, so she just takes longer washing her dishes, staring out the kitchen window at the park.]
[As if her old hag eyes could see past her sagging tits.]
Gio’s been outside mowing. He’s dragging a trash bag to the can on the sidewalk for pickup. He looks at the kitchen window, and Grandma’s still standing there, peeling carrots.
(She’s even worse today. Pretty soon she’ll be fuckin’ nutters.)
While tossing it in, he looks at the park across the street and raises an unenthused eyebrow.
Later Gio is walking back from the store on the side of the street with the park.
A handsome older man (with glasses, yeah! Thanks basso) is sitting, playing a game with an even older man. There are two other tables with games going on too, but they’re absorbed in their own games.
A shadow falls across the board, and the men look up.
Gio stands across from the younger older man giving him the stare down of a lifetime. An unhappy, appraising look. The old man’s playing partner blinks at him. He shrugs as if to say he has no idea.
They continue staring at each other for a bit, Gio’s frown increasing, his lips pursing with annoyance. (think stuipid annoyed angry look…really stupid)
Gio makes a face of disgust at him: …What the hell’s so special about you?
Gio walks off, leaving the handsome older man with glasses blinking.
Gio gets home.
Gio: Hey, old woman! I got your diapers and your prune juice!
No one answers, so he goes into the kitchen.
Gio: Yo, old bat!
Grandma’s not there or in the living room, which he can see from there. He puts the milk in the fridge, only to close it and see the magnet calendar on it.
Gio: Ah, fuck. It’s today.
Gio knocks on grandma’s bedroom door.
Gio: Hey, Old Lady!
Gio tries the door but it’s locked.
Gio: Grams! Grams, you in there? Unlock the door! Grams!
From inside he hears grandma sobbing.
Gio tugs at his hair.
Gio: Shit!
He grabs his jacket and leaves. On the front porch, he zips it up. It’s getting dark outside.
[Today’s the anniversary of my dad and gramp’s deaths. She’s always a wreck. A sobbing mass of wreck.]
Gio walks down the street.
It’s the next day. A Monday. The same older man is sitting in the park, this time he’s the only one with a board.
The man is staring at the board, his hands folded. All of a sudden, Gio flops down in the opposite seat, his hands and face draping across the chess table, a paper bag with a drink in one hand. Pieces go flying. Only a couple staying on the table. Gio is drunk off his ass,
The older man, getting over his moment of complete surprise, stands up and leans over Gio.
Man: Er…are you all right?
Gio doesn’t move. The man reaches out to touch him on the shoulder, and he hiccups violently. Gio mumbles something that the man can’t hear.
Man: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.
Gio: ….I SAID, she’s a fuckin’ loony. Every year, EVERY YEAR.
Gio sits up incredibly fast, almost knocking the man in the chin with his head. He slams his paper back on the table.
Gio: Every year she does this. Turns into a head job and wets herself, she cries so much. You don’t see ME crying do you? You know why? Cuz they were scumbags. Assholes.
Man: ….Er, who was?
Gio: My pops and my grandad. Both of them. She calls me a useless loser? At least I don’t rail on her. Crazy bitch. She should celebrate this day.
Man: …Which day would that be?
Gio: …Shit. It’s already the next day, ain’t it? And you’re here again. Fuck. I’m never going to live to be this old.
Man: *crosses arms*Oh? And how old is that?
Gio: I ain’t never gonna be old enough to sit in some park, waiting for someone else to give me my kicks.
Gio flicks a rook that was still on the table.
Gio: The day I do that is the day I’ll kill myself. I’m never gonna get old.
Man: *calmly and with a small smile* You’re getting older every second. Unless you plan to kill yourself right now, I suggest you go home, drink some water, and take care of your grandmother. Family is what keeps us young. If your grandma is getting old, it’s only because you’re letting her, and vice versa.
Gio jumps up, knocking the rest of the pieces off the table in anger.
Gio snarls at the man: You’re crazier than she is.
The man smiles. Gio stares at him violently for a moment, before turning around quickly and stomping away.
Anyways, other than that, no news. Finals are done (rocks) and I'm moving out of my apartment (sucks).