CARESSES (excerpt)

Because this month I did not have time to finish something big (too many big things at the same time!!) I 've decided to post here one of the scripts I completed this year. It's called CARESSES and it's the story of a lost soul that heads on to meet another, perhaps in worse shape than she is.

Hope you like it!
peace

CARESSES
(12 script pg. for 24 comics pg.)

COMICS SCRIPT

COVER
Almost full shot of George and Jessica. Back to back. Jessica facing right side of page. They both look stern. We move from light into darkness from top to bottom and, around the waist line and beneath, the two figures seem to fuse. Their expressions are very similar, as if both were searching for the same thing.

NOTES
All texts in italics are thought captions.

CHARACTERS
JESSICA
A white girl, early twenties, long blond hair. Melancholy eyes. Average height.

GEORGE
A tall, broad, black guy, late twenties. Rough looking. Bouncer type only not flashy at all. Shy look.

JESSICA’S MUM & DAD
A white couple.


PAGE 1
Jessica walks through a dark and empty street.

She turns a corner.

Continues on the sidewalk lined with closed shops.

Down shot. A car flashes by.

Then, over her shoulder, we see someone crossing the street to the other side, far away from her.

JESSICA
The streets are empty.
I prefer them that way.


PAGE 2
Close up on Jessica’s hand inserting key in lock.

The door begins to open. Jessica’s POV.

Jessica enters as her parents argue over the dinner table, right across the entrance hall. We’re still in the same spot as we were on the previous panel.
Jessica closes the door. Again we don’t budge our viewpoint.

The door is closed. Same viewpoint.

Large bottom panel. Panoramic. Door POV. Her parents argue without even seeing her climbing the stairs to our left, almost out of shot.

JESSICA
I’ve stopped saying hello.


PAGE 3
Jessica lies in her bed, staring at the ceiling. On one of the walls we can see part of a band poster with a heart being broken apart by three metal chains. It reads LOVE LOST. Down shot.

JESSICA
Here I can feel empty all the time.
It’s all I want.
There’s no pain when you’re absent of yourself.
I taught myself that. Aren’t I smart?


PAGE 4
Jessica sits in an amphitheatre. Panoramic. The teacher writes on the black board, her back turned to the students.

JESSICA
Just my grades don’t prove it. And what is left to prove anyway?

Above Jessica’s shoulder. She’s writing. Amidst the notes, a drawing of a heart being broken apart by 3 equidistant chains.

JESSICA
I’ve got all the proof I need.

Same perspective. A test is flicked in front of her.

JESSICA
Right here.

Jessica looks up. Students are distributing tests along the rows. She’s in a different class now.

JESSICA
I can’t be asked to do better than anyone else.

Jessica ticks a box on the test absentmindedly.

JESSICA
I remember what I have and all is forgotten.


PAGE 5
Jessica passes by a large group of students eagerly looking their grades on the wall outside. Panoramic. Side shot. She looks straight ahead.

Jessica’s POV. A small car is parked just outside the college entrance. Her parents inside. Jessica’s fading.

Jessica moves towards us at an angle. She’s faded some more, a ghost like figure. Other students coming and going.

Jessica’s POV. She enters the car, her parents look straight ahead.

JESSICA
I crawl inside.

Full shot. The car joins the traffic.

Same perspective. The car further away.

Same perspective. The car is lost amidst the traffic.

JESSICA
And I disappear in plain sight.