Page 1
Panel 1- great battle field full of corpses with maria morevna standing triumphant over it.
Panel 2- looks over to a man on horseback at the edge of the field.
Page 2
Panel 1- man on horseback(prince Ivan)
''If there is any man left alive here, speak up and tell me: who killed all this mighty force?''
Panel 2- man rises out of the corpses
''All this mighty force was killed by Maria Morevna, the beautiful queen.''
Panel 3- Morevna rides down to meet him with a few soldiers
''Greetings, Prince,'' ''Where are you going, to freedom ..
Panel 4- marias hand gesturing to the soldiers
or slavery?''
Page 3
Panel 1- the prince looks confused
then smiles
''Fine young men do not ride to slavery,''
Panel 2- maria grins
''Well THEN, since there is no hurry, be our guest, and enter our tents,''
Panel 3- a battle field wedding
they spent a few days together and fell in love
Panel 4- riding up to a castle
and she took him with her to her own country
Page 4
Panel 1- prince ivan walking down the hall of the castle
time passed
Panel 2- maria walks up to him
"Tomorrow i go to war and leave all my lands to you."
Panel 3- maria points to a door
''Ride everywhere, and keep an eye on everything. But one thing you must not do: you must not even look into this boxroom,''
Panel 4- maria galloping away from the castle and Ivan entering the boxroom
Panel 5- a giant figure in the fore ground with Ivan silhouetted in the doorway in the background
Page 5
Panel 1- maria in the mists of a glorious battle
Panel 2- figure on horse back in the distance
Panel 3- figure on horse back closer revealed to be the giant from the boxroom
Panel 4- giant scoops up maria morvena right off her horse and carries her off
"KOSCHEI the deathless?!"
Page 6
Panel 1- maria chained to a wall the same way koschei was, looking very annoyed
Panel 2- ivan burst in
'Ah, Prince Ivan, why did not you listen to me? Why did you look into the box-room and release Koschei the Deathless?''
Panel 3- and undoes the locks
Panel 4- maria hugs him still looking very annoyed
''Forgive me, Maria Morevna.'' he pleaded. ''Do not reproach me with the past, but ride away with me before Koschei the Deathless sees us. Perhaps we shall get too far for him to overtake us.''
Page 7
Panel 1- them riding away from koscheis castle
Panel 2- figure on horse back in the distance
Panel 3- figure on horse back closer revealed koschei
Panel 4- koschei scoops up maria morvena right off her horse and carries her off
'Well, this first time I forgive you because of your kindness in giving me water to drink. And I will forgive you a second time. But if it happens a third time look out for yourself: I shall cut you into little pieces.''
note maria looks very annoyed the entire time
Page 8
Panel 1- in the chains again
Panel 2- ivan carrying her off
Panel 3- koschei carrying her back
Panel 4- ivan carrying her offf
Panel 5- koschei cutting ivan to ribbons
Page 9
Panel 1- ivan sneaks into marias chamber
Panel 2- maria stares like shes seen a ghost
"but how-"
Panel 3- ivan shushing her
"my brothers in law restored me, you must Find out from Koschei the Deathless where he obtained such a splendid horse as he rides.''
Panel 4- maria looks confused
"BUT HOW- NEVER MIND, I KNOW THIS, HE RECEIVED IT AS A FOAL FROM BABA YAGA WHO HAS MANY FINE MARES, BUT YOU MUSTN'T G-"
Panel 5- ivan is gone
Page 10
Panel 1- ivan sneaks into the chamber again
Panel 2- and undoes her chains
Panel 3- she hugs him
''But I am afraid, Prince Ivan,If Koschei overtakes us he will cut you into little pieces again.''
Panel 4- they mount the horse
''He will not overtake us this time, Now I have a magnificent horse, good enough for any hero; it flies along like a bird.''
Page 11
Panel 1- them riding away from koscheis castle
Panel 2- figure on horse back in the distance
Panel 3- figure on horse back closer revealed koschei
Panel 4- koschei jumps off his horse and attempt to slice ivan to ribbons again
PAge 12
Panel 1- ivans horse kicks koschei in the head
Panel 2- ivan jump off the horse and finished off koschei with a club
Panel 3- they burn koschei on a pyre
Panel 4- maria stare at the fire very annoyed and tired looking
" i told you not to open the freaking door."
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Adapted Short Story Script
Ambrose Bierce, A Baby Tramp
PAGE 1
PANEL 1
little Jo standing on a street corner
CAPTION
Blackburg, 1908
PANEL 2
shower of frogs, same street corner
CAPTION
ten or twelve years previous
PANEL 3
crimson snow melting into blood like substance, ditto
PANEL 4
plague hits town, signs warning of, plague doctors, carts of dead bodies, still same street corner
PAGE 2
PANEL 1
picture of Hetty Parlow
CAPTION
And then was the incident of Hetty Parlow's ghost. Hetty Parlow's maiden name had been Brownon, and in Blackburg that meant more than one would think.
PANEL 2
picture of a war
CAPTION
The Brownons had from time immemorial -- from the very earliest of the old colonial days -- been the leading family of the town. It was the richest and it was the best, and Blackburg would have shed the last drop of its plebeian blood in defense of the Brownon fair fame.
PANEL 3
Hetty entertaining guests
CAPTION
The men held most of the public offices, and the women were foremost in all good works. Of these latter, Hetty was most beloved. She married in Boston a young scapegrace named Parlow, and made a man and a town councilor of him.
PANEL 4
Hetty and husband standing next to cradle
CAPTION
They had a child which they named Joseph and dearly loved. Then they died of the plague, and at the age of one whole year Joseph set up as an orphan.
PAGE 3
PANEL 1
Brownon family tree eaten away
CAPTION
Unfortunately for Joseph the disease did not stop at that; it went on and extirpated nearly the whole Brownon contingent. The only Brownons remaining in that place were underground in Oak Hill Cemetery. But about the ghost:
PANEL 2
jolly people going past the cemetery in a wagon, hung with flower chains and possibly drunk.
PANEL 3
Hetty's ghost appears on the road side
PANEL 4
points to near the evening star
"JOEY, JOEY!"
PAGE 4
PANEL 1
joey toddling around the desert
CAPTION
Now, at that moment, Joey was wandering about in the sagebrush in the State of Nevada. He had been adopted by some good persons distantly related to his dead father. But on that evening the poor child had strayed from home and was lost in the desert.
PANEL 2
Native Americans pick him up
PANEL 3
joey slightly longer hair toddling around the Native American village
PANEL 4
Native American giving a white woman joey and receiving money
PAGE 5
PANEL 1
nice picket fence house with the woman who bought joey in the window (possibly baking a pie) and joey toddling out the front door
PANEL 2
police man walking past
"WHAT YOU DOING BOY?"
"A DOIN' HOME"
PANEL 3
joey out side a train station and completely filthy
CAPTION
He must have traveled by rail, somehow, for three days later he was in the town of Whiteville, which, as you know, is a long way from Blackburg.
PANEL 4
joey in a metal tub with suds everywhere while many other children run and play behind him
CAPTION
Unable to give any account of himself he was arrested as a vagrant and sentenced to imprisonment in the Infants' Sheltering Home.
PAGE 6
PANEL 1
Joey toddling into the woods
CAPTION
Jo ran away from the Infants' Sheltering Home at Whiteville -- just took to the woods one day, and the Home knew him no more for ever.
PANEL 2
same as panel 1 page 1; also raining
PANEL 3
joey looks down the street
PANEL 4
limps down the street
PAGE 7
PANEL 1
limps up to a very nice and warm looking house.
PANEL 2
large dog stop him a the gate
PANEL 3
limps away down the street through a gray meadow
CAPTION
Inexpressibly frightened, and believing, no doubt (with some reason, too), that brutes without meant brutality within, he hobbled away from all the houses.
PANEL 4
approaching a cemetery
CAPTION
He held his way along the road that leads to Greenton. That is to say, the road leads those to Greenton who succeed in passing the Oak Hill Cemetery. A considerable number every year do not.
PAGE 8
PANEL 1
joey lying on the grave of Hetty Parlow.
CAPTION
Jo did not.
PAGE 1
PANEL 1
little Jo standing on a street corner
CAPTION
Blackburg, 1908
PANEL 2
shower of frogs, same street corner
CAPTION
ten or twelve years previous
PANEL 3
crimson snow melting into blood like substance, ditto
PANEL 4
plague hits town, signs warning of, plague doctors, carts of dead bodies, still same street corner
PAGE 2
PANEL 1
picture of Hetty Parlow
CAPTION
And then was the incident of Hetty Parlow's ghost. Hetty Parlow's maiden name had been Brownon, and in Blackburg that meant more than one would think.
PANEL 2
picture of a war
CAPTION
The Brownons had from time immemorial -- from the very earliest of the old colonial days -- been the leading family of the town. It was the richest and it was the best, and Blackburg would have shed the last drop of its plebeian blood in defense of the Brownon fair fame.
PANEL 3
Hetty entertaining guests
CAPTION
The men held most of the public offices, and the women were foremost in all good works. Of these latter, Hetty was most beloved. She married in Boston a young scapegrace named Parlow, and made a man and a town councilor of him.
PANEL 4
Hetty and husband standing next to cradle
CAPTION
They had a child which they named Joseph and dearly loved. Then they died of the plague, and at the age of one whole year Joseph set up as an orphan.
PAGE 3
PANEL 1
Brownon family tree eaten away
CAPTION
Unfortunately for Joseph the disease did not stop at that; it went on and extirpated nearly the whole Brownon contingent. The only Brownons remaining in that place were underground in Oak Hill Cemetery. But about the ghost:
PANEL 2
jolly people going past the cemetery in a wagon, hung with flower chains and possibly drunk.
PANEL 3
Hetty's ghost appears on the road side
PANEL 4
points to near the evening star
"JOEY, JOEY!"
PAGE 4
PANEL 1
joey toddling around the desert
CAPTION
Now, at that moment, Joey was wandering about in the sagebrush in the State of Nevada. He had been adopted by some good persons distantly related to his dead father. But on that evening the poor child had strayed from home and was lost in the desert.
PANEL 2
Native Americans pick him up
PANEL 3
joey slightly longer hair toddling around the Native American village
PANEL 4
Native American giving a white woman joey and receiving money
PAGE 5
PANEL 1
nice picket fence house with the woman who bought joey in the window (possibly baking a pie) and joey toddling out the front door
PANEL 2
police man walking past
"WHAT YOU DOING BOY?"
"A DOIN' HOME"
PANEL 3
joey out side a train station and completely filthy
CAPTION
He must have traveled by rail, somehow, for three days later he was in the town of Whiteville, which, as you know, is a long way from Blackburg.
PANEL 4
joey in a metal tub with suds everywhere while many other children run and play behind him
CAPTION
Unable to give any account of himself he was arrested as a vagrant and sentenced to imprisonment in the Infants' Sheltering Home.
PAGE 6
PANEL 1
Joey toddling into the woods
CAPTION
Jo ran away from the Infants' Sheltering Home at Whiteville -- just took to the woods one day, and the Home knew him no more for ever.
PANEL 2
same as panel 1 page 1; also raining
PANEL 3
joey looks down the street
PANEL 4
limps down the street
PAGE 7
PANEL 1
limps up to a very nice and warm looking house.
PANEL 2
large dog stop him a the gate
PANEL 3
limps away down the street through a gray meadow
CAPTION
Inexpressibly frightened, and believing, no doubt (with some reason, too), that brutes without meant brutality within, he hobbled away from all the houses.
PANEL 4
approaching a cemetery
CAPTION
He held his way along the road that leads to Greenton. That is to say, the road leads those to Greenton who succeed in passing the Oak Hill Cemetery. A considerable number every year do not.
PAGE 8
PANEL 1
joey lying on the grave of Hetty Parlow.
CAPTION
Jo did not.
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