I have been a little under the weather, so I am not going to post what little I have done so far… Instead, I will post this short that I did, it is basically the first story I have done with our hero… This was done in the short stretch of time that I had let someone talk me into changing the name.
This week was a little hard to get going. I had the opening and the title but I wasnt 100 percent sure where I was going to be going with the story. After about a dozen false starts I think I finally got to the point where I was happy with what I was going to do. I sat down and kicked out this chapter and a outline of where I was going and how I was going to get there. So here you go. Chapter Two in the First Piper May story…
Chapter Two.
“So tell me your story, Tell me what it is that I can do for you…”
“My name is Sarah Jane Marigold Jones. Of the Long Island Jones’es. You might have heard of my Husband Steven Jones, The investment banker.” she said as she took off her gloves and laid them across her knees. “Well, he is trying to have me killed, and I would rather not die just yet.”
“why do you think he is trying to kill you” I asked her walking back to my chair and sitting down. “Is it just a feeling or has something happened?”
“A couple of weeks ago, I found some love letters hidden away in the back of his desk drawer when I went looking for some stamps in his office.” she said as she dropped her eyes from mine. “One of them talked about how after the 24th I would be out of the way forever. That they soon wouldnt have to hide their love and could be together.”
“yes, that would make me a little nervous as well.” I said as I pulled a notebook out of my desk and started jotting some notes down on the paper. “It is the 21 st now so that means that what ever they plan to do that it will have to be in the next few days. Have you considered that he might just be planning to ask you for a divorce?”
“That is very unlikely. If he were to end the marriage at this point the amount I would get as set out in our prenuptiual agreement would ruin him.” she explained as she pulled a handkerchief from her purse. “I just… I just dont understand. I never saw any indications of a change in our marriage. I thought that we were still as happy if not more so then the say we were married.”
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I finished taking some notes on the case, then we talked money. Mrs. Jones seemed very scared, but more then that heartbroken. The idea of her husband wanting to get her out of the picture let alone leave her was just more then she could handle.
After she had calmed down and pulled herself back together I had her call her husband from my office. The plan was to have her make an excuse that an old friend had suddenly came into town and that she was driving in to pick her up to stay with them for a few days, at that point Mr. Jones made it even easier for us, suggesting that they stay the night in the hotel and treat themselves to some fun. This gave me an evening to get a start on the case and might even let me find out who the other women was.
As Mrs. Jones was wrapping up the call with her husband there was a soft knock on the door. Opening the door and gesturing for quite I let Johnny into the office. Johnny was my closest friend one of a very small group of people that I actually trusted to have my back. Crossing the room in two strides he took the chair in the corner and I returned to my desk.
Hanging up the phone Mrs. Jones looked back at me. “Don’t worry, This is Mr. Lee. He is a associate of mine, he provide back up for me when I need to be more then one place at once. If he is available” I said as I turned my head to look at Johnny “then he will be helping us make sure nothing happens to you over the next couple of days.”
Johnny gave me his happy to help smile with a slight nod. “I can make a quick call and clear my schedule” he said.”what is it that I can do to help?”
“While I am setting up someplace safe for Mrs. Jones to spend the night, I need you to be out watching her house” I explained giving him a quick summerized account of what was going on. “ If there is another women we need to know who she is and what they are doing.”
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I am starting to go back and turn what is already written into script so that I can start drawing the start of the story. I know that I wont have anything finished in time for the spring convention but I really want to get a jump on having something to be printed for the fall convention this year.
I’m thinking that I might post the script pages here, just to show the transformation from one form to the other…
So today begins what I hope to make a weekly feature. Each week I plan to post a chapter of my story. This story will unfold here in the blog in the raw form. Eventually, hopefully… to be converted into a graphic novel in a more refined form… we will see.
The story, is that of Piper May. A old school detective in a glitzy new world of crime solving. Trying to make her way as she competes against the new firm across town.
The image to the left is the latest version of the charecter design Piper May in this tale. As I go along I might post some early sketches or what not as it seems to fit. For now though, lets stop wasting time and post the start of the story.
I hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave feedback.
PIPER MAY AND THE FIGHT FOR LIFE.
It was a dark and Stormy night, and there was a sense of dread in the air. Outside the window the glow of the neon light illuminated the rain as it poured out of the sky and into her life.
That was all that was on the paper that she sat and stared at in the typewriter. She figured that if she wasn’t going to be working cases that she might as well write about them. Although so far all that had ended up doing for her is leaving her angry at herself for the cliché ridden lines on the paper.
She wanted a case, pure and simple. She didn’t want to write about them she wanted to solve them. Unfortunately since the firm of young upstarts had opened their glitzy firm across town the jobs had slowed down to a slow trickle at best. So she sat here, on a bright sunny morning day dreaming about dark and stormy nights…
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It was a dark night, a small desk lamp lite a small area on the desk and neon tinted the rest from the street.
A pair of feet sat in the center of the desk plotter the lamp spotlighting them like a pair of actors in a play ready for their big scene. The paper still sat in the typewriter, nothing changed since the afternoon. She on the other hand was out cold, bottle in her arms leaning back in her chair.
The rap on the door woke her, but did not bring about movement. It was about this time every night that Johnny showed up, so why should she bother. “come on in” she grumbled from under the hat that she had used to shade her eyes that afternoon. She heard the door swing open and heard three foot falls that obviously came from a High heeled shoes and not Johnnys flat feet. Sitting up with a jerk her feet hit the floor and she had crossed the was across the room in a flash and turning on an overhead light.
“am I disturbing something” the new comer asked looking down with a disapproving air at the beer bottle still clutched in Piper’s hand.
“By no means, I was just sitting her having a soda” she replied setting down the bottle on the desk revealing the whole label. “the Hardest thing I ever drink is ‘Doc’s Old Fashion Root Beer’ I was just expecting a friend, not a client at this time of night. So what can I do for you. I assume it must be something serious for you to be out at this time of night.”
“Someone is out to kill me” she blurtted out holding her small purse to her chest as if it might protect her “and I need someone to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“Well then, we best sit down and talk about this” Piper said as she pulled out the guest chair and guided her to it with a sweeping hand gesture.
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