Deadman Wade

I'll be adding to this everytime I get more done. Do one scene, do them all. It's up to you, it would be great to see come alive because of your skill at the comic arts. Feel free to PM me if you want to talk about ideas, too.

                                                                                                                           OFFICE WORKS

                                                                                                                               Chapter one:

                                                                                                                              The Mundane

Inner dialog for panel 1:     

     When you work in an office, every day starts to blend together, everything starts to be routine. You begin to stop thinking or reacting to things and start to just do, almost like you’re in a coma but functioning at the same time.

Scene 1:

     Close up on a tall almost lanky office worker sitting in a short walled cubicle, surrounded by rows and rows of cubicles. He has scraggily messed hair, with some casual office clothing. He stares at nothing while typing on his computer, almost in a zombie like trance and expression on his face. Behind him some of the cubes have people occupying them, mostly with the same type of stare and expression; one should be picking their nose, a mixture of both men and women.

Internal dialog panel 2:    

    My name is Flint Harris and I have one of these mundane jobs, for what seems to have been a life time or more. Everyday drags, everyday is the same day. You can’t remember what you do on your days off because they aren’t long enough for you to do something fulfilling to remember.

Scene 2:

    Same character dressed in less formal clothes as before washing dishes in a shabby looking apartment while he watches TV, maybe have a comic related television scene on the screen, with quote emitting from the television.

Internal Dialog panel 3 top:

     There are some out of place things that after a while you become numb to. We have Jameson, the blind schizophrenic who talks to himself and can’t understand what people are saying to him, working in the basement.

Scene 3:

      A tall skinny man, button up shirt tucked into jeans, really crazy hair, very thick glasses. He is yelling profanities at a wall and punching it, while two office workers, in sweats and hoodies, one short and skinny the other tall and big, stair at him in disbelief and fear. This should look a bit dimmer and have boxes strewn about, but still with short wall work cubicles around, and cement brick walls. He should have a pair of impressive looking visual enhancing goggles flipped up on his head, think Ray from the first ghostbusters movie for example.

Internal Dialog panel 3 bottom:    

     He was interesting for the first year or so and sometimes surprises you, but usually you just want to avoid talking to him due to the difficulty in communication. Unfortunately Pete and Tony have to work with him directly.

Internal dialog panel 4:     

     You have Jonathan, the overly privileged arrogant ass that has no friends because he made it that way for himself. Watching him degrade your bosses every chance he gets is always amusing though, I think he is a bit touched as well from his lack of social life.

  Scene 4:

    A short dark haired man, squinting through his glasses, he has a little hunch to his posture. Wearing a button up sweater and pants that don’t go down to his ankles, he is standing in the office with envelopes waving in one hand as he yells at a short heavier set, middle aged female (Barbara one of the bosses to be introduced in one of the later panels).

Dialog scene 4:

    He tells her, “You know what a joke is? You are Barb!” She responds with a gasp with a shocked look on her face. Then Jonathan continues, “So tell me the truth! I’m a GOOD Christian! That’s why I do my work! So STOP screwing with me!”

Internal dialog panel 5:

     There is John, who is never at work due to some “ailment.”

Scene 5:

     A close up on a desk with the name John almost visible, the last name almost smudged out completely from dirt. The cube has a high back wall to focus mainly on the desk, as it is almost empty, except for two papers accompanied with cob spider web and a spider, perhaps swinging off the computer monitor like a mini Spider-man. The main thing is to make the desk look like it hasn’t been touched in years.

Internal dialog panel 6:

     Frank, who no one wants to talk to because he tries too hard to be your friend and all he does is play computer games, at home in his mothers basement, so that’s all he talks about.

Scene 6:

     A split panel of Frank wearing the same thing, a short sleeve T-shirt generic with a pocket, maybe a light or dark blue. The perspective is as if looking through a computer screen towards him and he types with one hand and has the mouse in the other, in both panels. He has small glasses, perhaps tinted a color. You can tell his eyes are in need of rest but he is never blinking, he has nicely parted hair to one side and a full beard. The only thing to distinct the two panels should be the first has the hand of an office worker putting papers on his desk over to the side of the picture. The other should be the hand of presumably his mother dropping a plate of food off next to him.

Internal dialog panel 7:     

     Then there is Todd, the bosses’ favorite one to pick on, get in trouble, makes pay fines from his salary, and suspends without pay, all as a ploy to make his life harder so he quits.

Scene 7:

     We see Todd holding his check in his hand and looking at it with a severely sad look on his face. He has very short hair and glasses; he is clean cut, being formerly part of a military branch. Average height, and not very big, he wears a polo and a pair of cargo kakis. He is standing outside the office building he works in, by a loading dock's closed door.     

Finally get to go home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll post the first chapter here if there isn't an artist up for the unknown... I use to draw too, I thought the challenge and having some creative control on a comic might interest people, it sounded fun to me. 
  

                                              OFFICE WORKS

                                                 Chapter one:

                                                The Mundane

     When you work in an office, every day starts to blend together, everything starts to be routine. You begin to stop thinking or reacting to things and start to just do, almost like you’re in a coma but functioning at the same time. My name is Flint Harris and I have one of these mundane jobs, for what seems to have been a life time or more. Everyday drags, everyday is the same day. You can’t remember what you do on your days off because they aren’t long enough for you to do something fulfilling to remember.

    There are some out of place things that after a while you become numb to. We have Jameson, the blind schizophrenic who talks to himself and can’t understand what people are saying to him, working in the basement. He was interesting for the first year or so and sometimes surprises you, but usually you just want to avoid talking to him due to the difficulty in communication.

     You have Jonathan, the overly privileged arrogant ass that has no friends because he made it that way for himself. Watching him degrade your bosses every chance he gets is always amusing though, I think he is a bit touched as well from his lack of social life.

     There is John, who is never at work due to some “ailment.”

     Frank, who no one wants to talk to because he tries too hard to be your friend and all he does is play computer games, at home in his mothers basement, so that’s all he talks about.

     Then there is Todd, the bosses’ favorite one to pick on, get in trouble, makes pay fines from his salary, and suspends without pay, all as a ploy to make his life harder so he quits. At first he tried to do something about it, contacting Human Recourses and his union president, but they don’t care nor have any power to actually help so he gave up and just takes it like a champ. He’s a good friend but not too moral when it comes to women.

    My other buddies, Christine (Chris) and Dave, are somewhat normal and fun to hang out with. James is okay too, but sometimes he has anger issues and you can almost latterly see the smoke bellowing from his ears. A huge sports fan and the father of two young girls, James sometimes just needs to relax and when he does it’s all gravy.     

     It’s crazy, I’m an alright looking guy, six foot and a half tall, in good shape, not that I try to be. I could have been an athlete maybe, in the military being decorated for my efforts, or maybe something that would feel rewarding and have some sort of self satisfaction to it. Instead I took a test and now I’m working this job for a decent salary and health benefits, just in case I break a bone or come down with something. Wasting my life as a nobody, who “works too hard” and get’s no recognition, no salary bonuses, not even a “Good Job!” and a hand shake from one of the four bosses in the office.

     Four bosses! Yes, we have four bosses to tell us the same thing or to contradict each other and just make it a hassle to get simple things done. There is Barbara, who is a decent boss, a little bitter in her old age. Helen, who does not work, yet takes all the credit for others efforts. Patty is a bit scatter brained from anxiety. Finally, Liam, who is a twenty year old in a fifty year olds refashioned body, he can be a great guy sometimes.    

     So here I am, another day of work sitting at my desk with all these people and more as we waste our lives together, trying to live the dream. No work to do just sitting here, pretending to do work on my computer. While Todd sits back at his little cube making loud popping noises from his mouth, annoying everyone in the room, one of the unmentionables, Harry, is singing very badly off key at his desk. The only noises to be heard in the office at times like this, besides the little snicker from James as he peruses Comicvine and his sports message page and Christ girl talking with whoever is closest to her desk. I think it’s Barbara this time.

     An alarm! Oh this is routine as well. The building management picks this coldest day of the year and does a surprise fire drill. We just have to wait for the announcement to evacuate our floor, in this sixteen story building, go outside and wait while we freeze our asses off. At least it’s another cig break for me.