Genre Redux Challenge, by joandarck (2)
Storyboard for upcoming issue of the well-known comic book series, The Ladies' Man: Dark Knight.
Pairing: The Ladies' Man/Captain Canada
Rating: Mild language, overenthusiastic inkers
Length: 575 words
Scene: Chicago, nightscape, a dark alley.
TLM hand porn #5: lighting cigarette. Closeup on mouth.
Narrative box (yellow): Nobody knows my secret identity. Sometimes, I'm not even sure I do. They call me the Ladies' Man. ____ Shows what they know.
Main view: most of body length, alley background. Streetlamp picks out spikes of hair, smoke cloud. Silhouette of leather jacket, legs askew. He's shaking out a match.
TLM: There was only ever one woman for me.
Inset closeup: CIGARETTE falls, embers smoldering in puddle, water splash.
TLM: Stella.
Angle on sky behind TLM's head, foreshortening: a man drops from above, feet first, his arms raised.
ACTION PANEL! Feet land on TLM's back. A punch: CC's meaty forearm. TLM's face grimacing as he closes in and shoulders up under CC's big chest. Blurs of motion. The sole of a motorcycle boot.
Triangular composition: CC's MUSCULAR BUTTOCKS at the top of the frame, legs to either side. TLM sprawled in alley, seen between CC's legs. Lots of twisted TLM leg and arm, streetlights reflecting off puddles.
TLM: Who the hell are you?
CC: They call me Captain Canada. I'm here on the trail of my missing partner, the Italian Stallion.
TLM: And you thought I was him?
CC's torso and face: he looks surprisingly pleasant and harmless, like a beefy librarian.
CC: Well, no, but you were littering.
Thought box (puce): Bullshit. ____ But he's right. What's happened to me? I used to try to keep this city clean. Pick up the trash, throw it away. Simple.
[TLM's face, shadowed] I've changed. But if I'm not the Ladies' Man, who am I? I'm no one.
[Closeup of TLM's EYE] No one.
Main view. TLM pointing.
TLM: So you're some kind of crime-fighting superhero?
CC: Oh, no, I developed my natural abilities through practice, as anyone could with a little application.
Closeup of CC's THIGHS: very muscular, hot. Emphasize bulge. TLM hand porn #16 on left of frame.
TLM: But you jumped off the roof of that building.
CC: The important thing is to remember to bend the knees.
Waist-up view, with faces. CC in lamplight.
TLM: Are you unhinged?
CC: It's been said.
Text box (greyish-red): FREAK. He's heard it a thousand times since he came to this city. He sees it every day, reflected back in the eyes of children. His customs, nonverbal cues, physiology, all different. He didn't ask to be this way. ___ Freak. Well, maybe it's true.
TLM smile #3 (emphasize hollowed eyes, touch of vulnerability.)
TLM: Yeah, me too.
Main view: CC in process of manly upper arm grip. TLM startled but extending lower body into CC's space.
CC: That's very understanding of you, my friend.
TLM: What did you just call me? We just met and now we're buddies? ___ Because you know what, I am down with that.
CC: In that case, may I suggest we find a more comfortable setting in which to get to know each other?
Alley frame shot: walking away into shadows, CC's arm on TLM's shoulders, TLM starting to reach up to CC's back.
Thought box (puce): Is he thinking what I'm thinking?
Thought box (greyish-red): I wonder if he'd like to start a crime-fighting team?
CC: So why do they call you the Ladies' Man?
TLM: Uh, long story. You like burgers?
CC: Caribou or buffalo?
TLM: Freak.
End text box (yellow): You walk down a dark alley in this city, you never know what's going to happen. Some nights, you might lose yourself. Other nights, you just think, hey. Maybe I should change my name.
Pairing: The Ladies' Man/Captain Canada
Rating: Mild language, overenthusiastic inkers
Length: 575 words
Scene: Chicago, nightscape, a dark alley.
TLM hand porn #5: lighting cigarette. Closeup on mouth.
Narrative box (yellow): Nobody knows my secret identity. Sometimes, I'm not even sure I do. They call me the Ladies' Man. ____ Shows what they know.
Main view: most of body length, alley background. Streetlamp picks out spikes of hair, smoke cloud. Silhouette of leather jacket, legs askew. He's shaking out a match.
TLM: There was only ever one woman for me.
Inset closeup: CIGARETTE falls, embers smoldering in puddle, water splash.
TLM: Stella.
Angle on sky behind TLM's head, foreshortening: a man drops from above, feet first, his arms raised.
ACTION PANEL! Feet land on TLM's back. A punch: CC's meaty forearm. TLM's face grimacing as he closes in and shoulders up under CC's big chest. Blurs of motion. The sole of a motorcycle boot.
Triangular composition: CC's MUSCULAR BUTTOCKS at the top of the frame, legs to either side. TLM sprawled in alley, seen between CC's legs. Lots of twisted TLM leg and arm, streetlights reflecting off puddles.
TLM: Who the hell are you?
CC: They call me Captain Canada. I'm here on the trail of my missing partner, the Italian Stallion.
TLM: And you thought I was him?
CC's torso and face: he looks surprisingly pleasant and harmless, like a beefy librarian.
CC: Well, no, but you were littering.
Thought box (puce): Bullshit. ____ But he's right. What's happened to me? I used to try to keep this city clean. Pick up the trash, throw it away. Simple.
[TLM's face, shadowed] I've changed. But if I'm not the Ladies' Man, who am I? I'm no one.
[Closeup of TLM's EYE] No one.
Main view. TLM pointing.
TLM: So you're some kind of crime-fighting superhero?
CC: Oh, no, I developed my natural abilities through practice, as anyone could with a little application.
Closeup of CC's THIGHS: very muscular, hot. Emphasize bulge. TLM hand porn #16 on left of frame.
TLM: But you jumped off the roof of that building.
CC: The important thing is to remember to bend the knees.
Waist-up view, with faces. CC in lamplight.
TLM: Are you unhinged?
CC: It's been said.
Text box (greyish-red): FREAK. He's heard it a thousand times since he came to this city. He sees it every day, reflected back in the eyes of children. His customs, nonverbal cues, physiology, all different. He didn't ask to be this way. ___ Freak. Well, maybe it's true.
TLM smile #3 (emphasize hollowed eyes, touch of vulnerability.)
TLM: Yeah, me too.
Main view: CC in process of manly upper arm grip. TLM startled but extending lower body into CC's space.
CC: That's very understanding of you, my friend.
TLM: What did you just call me? We just met and now we're buddies? ___ Because you know what, I am down with that.
CC: In that case, may I suggest we find a more comfortable setting in which to get to know each other?
Alley frame shot: walking away into shadows, CC's arm on TLM's shoulders, TLM starting to reach up to CC's back.
Thought box (puce): Is he thinking what I'm thinking?
Thought box (greyish-red): I wonder if he'd like to start a crime-fighting team?
CC: So why do they call you the Ladies' Man?
TLM: Uh, long story. You like burgers?
CC: Caribou or buffalo?
TLM: Freak.
End text box (yellow): You walk down a dark alley in this city, you never know what's going to happen. Some nights, you might lose yourself. Other nights, you just think, hey. Maybe I should change my name.