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By Zachary Smith
PAGE 1. PANEL 1.
IN A MIRROR, A LAYER OF FOUNDATION MAKEUP IS BEING APPLIED
TO A FACE, THE RIGHT CHEEK OF A FEMALE FACE, OUR HEROINE: KELLISTE.
KALLISTE: One more
day.
PAGE 1. PANEL 2.
KALLISTE PARKS HER MOTORCYCLE, A 2009 DRZ 400 S., ON THE
CURB, LOCKING THE HELMET ONTO THE SEAT.
SHE HAS ON A LEATHER JACKET, JEANS, BOOTS. A BACK PACK TO CARRY HER ART PORTFOLIO. SHE HAS HER EARPHONES IN.
SHE IS OUTSIDE OF HERCULES GAMING STUDIO. IT IS A BUSY STREET.
NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 1. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE RIDES AN ELEVATOR, THERE ARE 4 OTHER MEN ON THE
ELEVATOR WITH HER. GUY 1 IS IN SHAPE,
GOOD LOOKING, AND WELL DRESSED, KEN. GUY
2 IS STOCKIER, NOT OBESE, BUT DEFINITELY NOT SKINNY, TSHIRT AND JEANS. GUY 3 IS SKINNY, NOT WELL DRESSED OR GOOD
LOOKING. GUY 4, VERY FAT, CLOTHES ARE
TIGHT, DECENTLY DRESSED, HIS NAME IS CHESTER.
KALLISTE HAS HER HEADPHONES IN, LISTENING TO MUSIC.
MUSIC: “My knife-it’s
sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones.
All of the fiends are on the block…”
PAGE 1. PANEL 4.
KALLISTE IS AWAY FROM THE ELEVATOR, THE MEN ARE TALKING
ABOUT HER.
GUY 2 AND 3 ARE HIGH FIVING.
GUY 1: In her armpit!
GUY 2: HAHAHA.
GUY 3: No way man,
ass all the way.
GUY 4: …
DIALOGUE CONT.
MUSIC: “Go get your knife,
go get your knife.”
PAGE 2. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE SKETCHES HER BOSS, PATRICK BRECK, AS HE PERUSES HER
PORTFORLIO. HE IS WELL DRESSED, AVERAGE
LOOKING, AROUND 35 YEARS OF AGE.
KALLISTE IS OUT OF HER JACKET, BUT IS WEARING A LONG SLEEVE.
PATRICK: These are
some great character and environment designs.
Your men are
perfect, but your women, well…”
PAGE 2. PANEL 2.
WE SEE A SKETCH OF THE WOMAN THAT PATRICK IS TALKING ABOUT,
HE IS HOLDING IT UP TO KALLISTE. THE
DRAWING IS REALISTIC, THE WOMAN IS SOMEWHAT STOCKY, WEARS AN ARMOR PLATE LIKE A
MAN WOULD.
PATRICK: …Kelly,
she’s not that exciting. There’s nothing
that grabs my attention.
KALLISTE: What do you
mean?
PATRICK: There’s
nothing that stands out about her, she’s just plain. The design work
on her just seems rather basic.
PAGE 2. PANEL 3.
THERE IS A LARGE POSTER BEHIND PATRICK OF A LARGE BREASTED,
SWORD WEILDING, POORLY ARMORED, BLONDE BOMBSHELL. HER ARMOR WOULD DO NOTHING IN A REAL BATTLE.
PATRICK: Our best
selling title, CAPRINA: THE WANDERER, has so much detail in her design, we need
more like her.
KALLISTE: Where?
PATRICK: Where what?
KALLISTE: Where’s the
detail?
PAGE 2. PANEL 4.
PATRICK LOOKS ANNOYED AS HE POINTS TO CAPRINA’S SILKS, THAT
MAKE UP MOST OF HER OUTFIT.
PATRICK: These
patterns were meticulously researched and rendered and…
KALLISTE: Wouldn’t do
shit in battle.
PATRICK: What?
DIALOGUE CONT.
KALLISTE: It’s a good
thing she’s got infinite lives, ‘cause in the real world she wouldn’t last two
seconds on the battle field.
PAGE 2. PANEL 5.
PATRICK IS FUMBLING, LOOKING AWAY FROM KALLISTE AND THE
POSTER.
KALLISTE: She has a
boob cup, bikini top, what the hell is that supposed to protect? Her nipples?
PATRICK: Her combat
skills are unmatched, she does not--
KALLISTE: --To ever
defend herself? She better be better
than Achilles then. Maybe I’m at the
wrong place.
PAGE 2. PANEL 6.
KALLISTE IS WALKING OUT OF THE OFFICE. NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 3. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE IS OUT OF THE ROOM, THERE ARE OTHER INTERVIEWEES
WAITING, PATRICK YELLS FOR HER, HAND TRYING TO PULL HER BACK.
PATRICK: WAIT!
PAGE 3. PANEL 2.
KALLISTE IS BEING INTRODUCED BY PATRICK TO HER CO-WORKERS IN
THE DESIGN DEPARTMENT. THERE ARE AROUND
15 GUYS, OF DIFFERENT ASPECTS OF NERD CULTURE, AND AVERAGE LOOKING
GENTELMEN. THERE ARE TWO WOMEN AS WELL,
ONE SHORTER, STOCKIER, WITH GLASSES, MAGGIE.
THE OTHER GIRL IS TALL, SKINNY, LONG HAIR, DAPHNE. BOTH WOMEN WOULD FALL INTO NERD GIRL CULTURE
DRESS. DAPHNE LOOKS NERVOUS, AND MAGGIE
IS MORE CONFIDENT.
PATRICK: …And this is
Jordon, Theo, Marshal, Greg, and Kelly.
They will be a part of our design department. Tonight we’ll be celebrating our new hires.
PAGE 3. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE IS TALKING TO MAGGIE AND DAPHNE. THE GUYS ARE TALKING TO EACH OTHER. JORDAN, ONE OF THE NEW HIRES IS WITH THEM.
THE ROOM IS PACKED, ALL OF THE EMPLOYEES ARE PRESENT FOR THE
PARTY.
THERE ARE OTHER WOMEN SPREAD THROUGHOUT THE PARTY, BUT THEY
ARE IN DIFFERENT SECTIONS.
MAGGIE: Hopefully you
last. Most girls give it up after a
while, the work schedule gets too much and they can’t deal with that and having
a kid. It gets annoying.
KALLISTE: That won’t
be a problem, MAGGIE. What about you Daphne?
DAPHNE: I have a one
year old. I had to have my mom help a
lot with that. These long hours are
killer.
MAGGIE: Especially
for you fake nerds.
PAGE 3. PANEL 4.
KALLISTE IS LAUGHING.
MAGGIE: What?
KALLISTE: Why the
fuck would anybody pretend to be a nerd?
JORDAN: All of us know that there are fakes out
there. Just trying to get a guys
attention.
DIALOGUE CONT.
KALLISTE:
Really? Who are these sad
people? I need to get them some help.
PAGE 3. PANEL 5.
JORDAN AND MAGGIE LOOK ANNOYED. DAPHNE IS LAUGHING. THE LIGHTS ARE DIMMING. PATRICK IS ON THE MICROPHONE IN THE CORNER OF
THE ROOM.
PATRICK (ON THE MICROPHONE, OVER THE PA): In honor of out new hires, ladies and gentlemen,
may I introduce tonight’s entertainment, all the way from the Peppermint
Gazelle: Crystal,
Allaze, Sauvignon, and Buttercups.
PAGE 4. PANEL 1.
FOUR STRIPPERS, MEXICAN/CRYSTAL, WHITE/ALLAZE, ASIAN/SAUVIGNON,
BLACK/BUTTERCUPS, ALL COME IN TO THE ROOM.
THE MEN ARE SUPER EXCITED.
DAPHNE, LOOKS AWAY, KALLISTE JUST SHAKES HER HEAD.
KALLISTE: Really?
PAGE 4. PANEL 2.
MAGGIE LOOKS EXCITED, ALONG WITH THE GUYS. CHESTER,
FROM THE ELEVATOR, LOOKS UNCOMFORTABLE ALONG WITH DAPHNE. THE STRIPPERS ARE PARADING AROUND AND
GRINDING ON THE MEN THAT ARE SEATED.
KALLISTE TURNS TO DAPHNE DURING THIS.
KALLISTE: Is this
shit typical?
DAPHNE: …Yeah.
KALLISTE:
Unbelievable. And then they don’t
have the common courtesy to get us
some dongs in here.
PAGE 4. PANEL 3.
DAPHNE SNORTS FROM LAUGHTER.
JORDAN
TRIES TO IGNORE THE STRIPPERS, HIS EYES LINGER THOUGH.
JORDAN: I know, right. This is horrible.
KALLISTE: Not
horrible, but definitely one sided. I
mean, I don’t mind my own tits,
but I really don’t want somebody else’s in my face.
MAGGIE: Don’t be so
uptight.
KALLISTE: Go on out
and get one then, girl.
PAGE 4. PANEL 4.
MAGGIE LOOKS CHALLENGED, KALLISTE IS HAILING A STRIPPER
OVER.
KALLISTE: Hey, Buttercups,
over here.
MAGGIE: I don’t have
any ones.
KALLISTE: Too bad.
BUTTERCUPS: Yes?
PAGE 4. PANEL 5.
KALLISTE AND BUTTERCUPS ARE TALKING. BUTTERCUPS IS LAUGHING.
BUTTERCUPS: The whole
thing?
KALLISTE: That entire
thong was shitted out. Toby doesn’t fuck
around when it comes
to underwear.
BUTTERCUPS: I hate
that, a lot of my best pairs, including my working clothes, get
chomped up. I gotta be less
irresponsible.
KALLISTE: Nothing on
you, we all forget.
PAGE 4. PANEL 6.
KALLISTE IS LAUGHING.
MAGGIE LOOKS ANNOYED, JORDAN
STANDS ON THE PERIPHERAL, TRYING TO EDGE HIS WAY INTO THE CONVERSATION.
DAPHNE: My baby Julie
threw up on my favorite shirt.
KALLISTE: Hahaha,
that’s horrible.
BUTTERCUP: How old is
she?
DAPHNE: Thirteen
months.
BUTTERCUP: Do you
have a picture?
PAGE 5. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE IS WORKING FROM HER DRAWING BOARD. IT IS A PICTURE OF A WARRIOR WOMAN, FULLY
ARMORED, ONLY HER HEAD EXPOSED. KALLISTE
IS IN LONG SLEEVES AND PANTS. NO
DIALOGUE.
PAGE 5. PANEL 2.
CHESTER
HANDS KALLISTE A STACK OF REDRAWS, MANY OF THEM WITH CLEAVAGE WINDOW ARMOR AND
BOOB CUP ARMOR.
CHESTER: Latest batch, Kelly.
KALLISTE: You’ve
gotta be kidding me.
CHESTER: Just take a look.
PAGE 5. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE IS FLIPPING THROUGH, AND IS LOOKING ANNOYED.
KALLISTE: This
fucking boob cup armor makes no fucking sense, it would snap with
any pressure on it and…
CHESTER: …fracture the sternum. Dead set of breasts.
KALLISTE: They’re
good for nothing.
CHESTER: Tell your Jordan over there.
PAGE 5. PANEL 4.
JORDAN IS
BUSY AT HIS DRAWING BOARD, DRAWING A BADASS, SPINE CONTORTING POSE OF A WOMAN
IN BATTLE.
KALLISTE (OFF PANEL):
Hey, Versace!
JORDAN: Huh?
PAGE 5. PANEL 5.
KALLISTE PLACES TWO DRAWINGS SIDE BY SIDE: ONE IS JORDAN’S
REDESIGN WITH THE BOOB CUPS IN THE ARMOR, THE OTHER IS OF KALLISTE’S SKETCH OF
THE WOMAN IN FULL PLATE ARMOR.
KALLISTE: Tell me,
what is wrong with the woman in the full plate armor, who isn’t smuggling
grapefruit.
PAGE 6. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE SLAMS A BEER DOWN.
DAPHNE, MAGGIE, AND CHESTER
ARE THERE WITH HER. THERE ARE OTHERS
FROM THEIR WORK DRINKING THERE.
MAGGIE: I don’t see
what the big deal is, it’s like he said, he’s just trying to empower
the
woman physically and mentally. We
shouldn’t need to hide our bodies
behind…
KALLISTE: Functional
fucking armor? Things that won’t let you
die? Come on, give
me a good one?
MAGGIE: How would you
know?
PAGE 6. PANEL 2.
KALLISTE CALLS FOR ANOTHER BEER.
KALLISTE: Anybody
else want one?
DAPHNE: I will.
CHESTER: Me too.
JORDAN (OFF PANEL):
I’ll buy.
PAGE 6. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE AND JORDAN BOTH LAY OUT CASH.
JORDAN: I got it.
KALLISTE: Get theirs,
I got mine.
JORDAN: Come on Kelly…
KALLISTE: Maggie, you
want one?
PAGE 6. PANEL 4.
ALL 5 OF THEM ARE SITTING AROUND A TABLE.
KALLISTE: You can’t
serious think that a woman would wear this is battle?
JORDAN: But it’s not real, it’s just fantasy.
KALLISTE: So then who
gives a fuck right? Why not just have
them fight naked?
DIALOGUE CONT.
CHESTER: I’m sure the audience wouldn’t oppose.
DAPHNE: I think the
games we put out are off putting to most women.
PAGE 6. PANEL 5.
KALLISTE POINTS TO DAPHNE.
KALLISTE: Bingo. There are a lot of girls who play games, but
what might stop them
from picking up one of our titles?
Maggie?
MAGGIE: I mean, I
don’t find the images offensive, but…I guess I could see how it
might bother someone else.
CHESTER: Look at Caprina. The game could be the same exact same if she
were fully
armored…
JORDAN: But her speed, her womanhood, this would all
be hindered
PAGE 6. PANEL 6.
KALLISTE LAUGHS.
DAPHNE CHECKS HER WATCH.
DAPHNE: I need to
go. Kelly, you need a ride?
KALLISTE: Nah, I’m
going to stay out, it’s Friday. I’ll
call a cab.
MAGGIE: Can I get a
ride?
DAPHNE: Yeah.
CHESTER: I’ll walk you ladies out.
PAGE 7. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE SINKS THE 8 BALL ON THE POOL TABLE.
KALLISTE: Three beers
in is when I find my streak.
JORDAN: What’s up with the sleaves?
KALLISTE: What?
PAGE 7. PANEL 2.
JORDAN
TRIES TO PULL KALLISTE’S SLEEVE UP, SHE IS JERKING HER ARM BACK.
KALLISTE: Watch it,
if you want to keep it.
JORDAN: Sorry, I was just curious.
KALLISTE: Don’t just
grab.
PAGE 7. PANEL 3.
THE BAR IS CLEARING OUT, THEY ARE THE ONLY TWO LEFT. JIMMY THE BARTENDER, IS WIPING THE COUNTER
KALLISTE: Jimmy, call
me a cab?
JIMMY: You got it.
JORDAN: Why not just hail one?
KALLISTE: No thanks,
rather wait in here where I know it’s safe.
JORDAN: It can’t be that bad out there.
KALLISTE: You ever
hear of a rape schedule?
PAGE 7. PANEL 4.
JORDAN
LOOKS TAKEN ABACK.
KALLISTE: I’m not
referring to you. I’m just talking about
the reality that women deal
with, whether they think about it or not. Tell me, do you:
PAGE 8. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE IS WALKING TOWARDS HER BIKE, KEYS IN HAND, SHE
PERUSES THE AREA AROUND HER. SHE IS IN A
PARKING GARAGE.
KALLISTE: Walk with
your keys in your hand so you don’t have to fumble for them in
your pocket or purse. Also, so
they could be used as a weapon as need be.
PAGE 8. PANEL 2.
MAGGIE AND DAPHNE BOTH LOCK THEIR DOORS AS SOON AS THEY ARE
IN DAPHNE’S CAR.
KALLISTE: Lock your
car door as soon as you get inside, because you know it means
that it is less likely someone will snatch you out of your vehicle.
PAGE 8. PANEL 3.
DAPHNE AVOIDS RUNNING DOWN A DARKER STREET AS SHE IS
JOGGING.
KALLISTE: Avoid a
street because you don’t know what might be lurking around it.
PAGE 8. PANEL 4.
KALLISTE IS PUTTING DOWN HER BEER. JORDAN LOOKS AMUSED.
JORDAN: You can’t think that danger is lurking around
every corner?
KALLISTE: But, how do
you know? As a guy, do you really think
about these things as
a sexual crime? Maybe getting
mugged, or attacked, but it’s not a reality to
you that someone could attack you and decide that you are vulnerable.
JORDAN: Have you…I mean…
PAGE 8. PANEL 5.
KALLISTE LOOKS ANNOYED.
KALLISTE: Not that
it’s any of your business, and not something that you should ask,
ever, but no. It’s just something
that I’m very aware of about human
nature: We are pieces of shit,
and we’ll use any weapon we can to hurt
each other. Even sex.
JIMMY: Cab’s here.
KALLISTE:
Thanks. (TO JIMMY)
Walk me out? (TO JORDAN)
JORDAN: Yeah.
PAGE 8. PANEL 6.
KALLISTE IS OUTSIDE THE CAB, THE DOOR BETWEEN HER AND
JORDAN.
JORDAN: Listen, I’m sorry about—
KALLISTE: You don’t
need to apologize, you didn’t know, and like I said, most men do
not think about it at all. Just
be aware, you know. Thanks for walking
me
out. See you on Monday.
PAGE 9. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE IS EATING IN THE LUNCH ROOM ALONE. SHE IS LOOKING AT HER ARMS, THEY ARE
UNCOVERED FOR THE FIRST TIME, AND WE NOTICE THAT THERE IS NOTHING THERE. SHE EXAMINES IT THOUGH AS IF SHE WERE
EXPECTING SOMETHING.
KALLISTE: One more
day.
KEN (OFF PANEL): Hey,
Kelly.
PAGE 9. PANEL 2.
KELLY SLIDES HER SLEEVES DOWN VERY QUICKLY.
KALLISTE: What’s up
Ken?
PAGE 9. PANEL 3.
KEN IS LEANING OVER KELLY.
KEN: You’re so
pretty, why cover yourself up?
KALLISTE: Wouldn’t
want to send the wrong message. I know
how weak men are.
KEN: Look at me girl…
PAGE 9. PANEL 4.
KEN IS FLEXING.
KALLISTE IS LAUGHING.
KEN: …nothing weak on
this.
KALLISTE: Hah. I think that image will suit me for now. Bye.
PAGE 9. PANEL 5.
KEN GRABS KALLISTE’S ARM.
KEN: Where you going?
KALLISTE: None of
your business.
PAGE 9. PANEL 6.
KALLISTE PULLS AWAY
KEN: I’m a nice guy.
KALLISTE: I’m sure
you think you are. That what you told
Daphne?
KEN: How...Rrrrr.
PAGE 10. PANEL 1.
PATRICK IS TALKING TO KALLISTE IN HIS OFFICE.
PATRICK: How’s
everything going?
KALLISTE: Not
bad. Just wish I didn’t have to convince
these guys that girls don’t
need a metal bra to fight.
PATRICK: How’s
everything else? Getting along with
everyone?
PAGE 10. PANEL 2.
KALLISTE IS SMIRKING.
KALLISTE: Why? Did you hear something?
PATRICK: Ken was just
saying that he sensed some hostility from you.
KALLISTE: Was that
before or after I turned him down and didn’t let him touch me?
PATRICK: Was this
about what happened in the break room? I
can assure you that he
was just…
PAGE 10. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE IS WALKING OUT OF PATRICK’S OFFICE.
KALLISTE: Guess I
need to file a sexual harassment charge with H.R., because it doesn’t look like
you are going to do anything about it.
PATRICK: What…what do
you mean?
KALLISTE: This is
horse shit. You’re trying to convince
yourself and me that some asshole isn’t some potential rapist.
PAGE 10. PANEL 4.
PATRICK’S OFFICE DOOR IS SLAMMED SHUT. NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 10. PANEL 5.
PATRICK IS ON THE PHONE.
PATRICK: Jillian, get
me Ken Moore.
PAGE 11. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE IS PACKING HER THINGS IN HER OFFICE. DAPHNE AND CHESTER ARE THERE WITH HER.
KALLISTE: I can’t
work for people that let this go on.
CHESTER: He is a prick.
DAPHNE: What will you
do?
KALLISTE: Get another
art job. This was just one of my stops.
PAGE 11. PANEL 2.
THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN.
EVERYONE LOOKS OVER AT IT WITH SHOCK.
NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 11. PANEL 3.
KEN IS IN KALLISTE’S FACE SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF. DAPHNE IS ON THE PHONE IN THE BACKGROUND,
CALLING SECURITY.
KEN: Suspended for
two weeks with no pay. What the fuck did
you tell Patrick, you
lying
bitch?
KALLISTE: The truth,
which is apparently not what you told him.
KEN: I ought to put
your teeth down your throat!
PAGE 11. PANEL 4.
CHESTER
GETS IN BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM.
CHESTER: Okay, it’s time for you to go.
KEN: Out of my face,
fat boy.
PAGE 11. PANEL 5.
CHESTER
IS SHOVED ASIDE. KALLISTE GETS UP IN
KEN’S FACE.
KALLISTE: Do it no
balls. I’m right here, and I’m not
running. I’m not afraid of your
shit. I’ve seen things a million
times worse than you. You don’t scare me
at all.
PAGE 11. PANEL 6.
KEN IS BACKING UP, UNSURE OF WHAT TO MAKE OF KALLISTE, AND
AS HE DOES SO, HE TRIPS.
PAGE 12. PANEL 1.
EVERYONE ERUPTS IN LAUGHTER, AND KEN LOOKS HUMILIATED. TWO SECURITY GUARDS COME IN AS THIS HAPPENS.
SECURITY GUARD 1: Ken
Moore? Where…
SECURITY GUARD 2: Get
up.
PAGE 12. PANEL 2.
KEN IS BEING ESCORTED OUT.
SOME PEOPLE ARE LOOKING AT KALLISTE AND DAPHNE AS THEY HELP CHESTER UP.
KALLISTE: Thanks, we
got this.
CHESTER: Thank you, ladies.
DAPHNE: Got to help
the Samaritan.
PAGE 12. PANEL 3.
JORDAN AND MAGGIE WALK OVER TO THE THREE OF THEM.
MAGGIE: What was that
about?
KALLISTE: He was
trying to hit on me and I didn’t care for it.
Made a complaint, and I
guess the boss finally heard when I said I was going to H.R.
JORDAN: Sorry I didn’t come over…I just
PAGE 12. PANEL 4.
KALLISTE IS BRUSHING CHESTER
OFF.
KALLISTE: He’s bigger
and stronger? Welcome to our world.
DAPHNE: You scared
him.
KALLISTE: Probably
never had anyone tell him that they weren’t afraid of him,
especially a woman.
PAGE 12. PANEL 5.
KALLISTE IS PUTTING HER BACK PACK ON.
KALLISTE: Come on, I
owe you guys some drinks.
DAPHNE: It’s only
midday.
KALLISTE: We’ll say
it’s an extended work lunch.
PAGE 13. PANEL 1.
CHESTER
IS SHOWING OFF HIS RIGHT SHOULDER TATTOO.
IT IS AN ONI, A JAPANESE DEMON.
DAPHNE IS TOUCHING IT. KALLISTE
IS LOOKING THEM WITH INTENT. MAGGIE AND
JORDAN ARE PLAYING POOL IN THE BACKGROUND.
CHESTER: It’s about three years old. I have a samurai on my left shoulder
too. I
love Japanese culture. It’s what
got me into video games.
DAPHNE: Pretty.
KALLISTE: Nice work.
CHESTER: Do you have any?
PAGE 13. PANEL 2.
KALLISTE SPILLS HER DRINK.
KALLISTE: Oh
shit.
PAGE 13. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE IS LOOKING AT THE WET SPOT ON HER SHIRT.
KALLISTE: I gotta go
to the bathroom and clean this off.
DAPHNE: I’ll come
with you.
KALLISTE: No!
PAGE 13. PANEL 4.
DAPHNE LOOKS TAKEN ABACK THAT KALLISTE WAS SO FORCEFUL WITH
HER.
KALLISTE: I mean,
it’s okay. Get me another round, that’d
be more help.
DAPHNE: Oh, okay.
CHESTER: I’ll go with you, I need another one as well.
PAGE 13. PANEL 5.
KALLISTE IS WASHING HER FACE IN THE MIRROR.
KALLISTE: Still not
there. One more day.
PAGE 13. PANEL 6.
KALLISTE CHECKS HER ARMS, NOTHING IS THERE.
DIALOGUE CONT.
KALLISTE: All clear.
PAGE 14. PANEL 1.
CHESTER
IS PUTTING DAPHNE’S COAT ON HER. THEY
ARE NEAR THE EXIT. KALLISTE IS WALKING
OVER TO THEM.
KALLISTE: You guys
out already?
DAPHNE: Yeah. I’m going to give Chester a ride home, and then meet my mom at
my
place to get Julie.
CHESTER: I need to hit the hay anyway. Jordan and Maggie headed over to O’Phallen
if you want to join them.
KALLISTE:
Alright. Sounds good, I’ll walk
out with you.
PAGE 14. PANEL 2.
DAPHNE HUGS KALLISTE.
DAPHNE: I think
you’re the bravest person I know.
KALLISTE: Nothing brave
about me. I’ve fought monsters before,
some roider doesn’t
scare me.
DAPHNE (WHISPERED): I
think I like Chester.
KALLISTE (WHISPERED):
You should tell him.
PAGE 14. PANEL3.
KALLISTE IS WAVING BY TO THEM AS THEY DRIVE AWAY. NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 14. PANEL 4.
KALLISTE IS WALKING DOWN THE BUSY STREET. THERE IS SOMEONE WALKING UP BEHIND HER. NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 14. PANEL 5.
THE FIGURE GETS CLOSER.
KALLISTE HAS HER KEYS IN HER HAND.
NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 14. PANEL 6.
THE FIGURE PASSES KALLISTE, AND NOTHING HAPPENS. SHE IS IN FRONT OF A DARK ALLEY.
KALLISTE: Huh. Just paranoid.
PAGE 15. PANEL 1.
LARGE PANEL OF KALLISTE BEING TACKLED INTO THE DARK ALLEY WAY BY
KEN. THE WIND IS KNOCKED OUT OF HER, SO
SHE CAN’T SCREAM. THE ONLY SOUND IS
KALLISTE EXPELLING AIR.
PAGE 15. PANEL 2.
KALLISTE HOLDS HER SIDE, IN PAIN. KEN’S PRESENCE TOWERS
OVER HER, BUT WE DO NOT SEE HIS BODY YET.
KEN: How’d that
feel? Impressed with me now? I used to fuck up guys twice your size, you
ain’t nothing.
KALLISTE: That…that
why…
PAGE 15. PANEL 3.
KEN GET’S CLOSE TO HEAR KALLISTE.
KEN: What’re you
saying bitch?
KALLISTE: …you…
PAGE 15. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE IS STABBING KEN IN THE EYE WITH HER KEYS.
KALLISTE: …blind…side
me.
PAGE 15. PANEL 4.
KEN IS HITTING KALLISTE.
NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 15. PANEL 5.
KEN IS KICKING KALLISTE.
KEN: Fucking
bitch. I was just going to mess you up a
little. I’m going to fucking kill you
now.
PAGE 16. PANEL 1.
KEN IS KICKING KALLISTE AGAIN. NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 16. PANEL 2.
KEN IS ON TOP OF KALLISTE.
PUNCHING HER THE WAY EDWARD NORTON PUNCHED JARED LETO IN FIGHT
CLUB. NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 16. PANEL 3.
WE PULL BACK, AND SEE KALLISTE’S BLOODY FACE. THERE ARE BLOOD AND TEARS ROLLING DOWN HER
FACE.
KALLISTE: I give…in.
PAGE 16. PANEL 4.
KEN IS LAUGHING. HE
HAS HIS HAND ON HER MOUTH.
KEN: That’s
right. I knew you would.
PAGE 16. PANEL 5.
KALLISTE IS STARTING TO HAVE FACIAL TATTOOS APPEAR ON HER
FACE.
KALLISTE: Not…to…you.
PAGE 16. PANEL 6.
TIGHT FOCUS ON KEN’S FACE.
HE IS TERRIFIED.
KEN: …the fuck!?
PAGE 17. SPLASH PAGE.
KEN RUNS FROM THE ALLEY
WAY, ON FIRE.
KALLISTE FOLLOWS BEHIND HIM.
TATTOOS ADORN HER ARMS AND FACE NOW.
SOME OF THE FIRE HAS BURNED HER CLOTHING, BUT NOT HER FLESH OR
HAIR. ON ALL EXPOSED SKIN IS TATTOOS.
NO DIALOGUE.
PAGE 18. PANEL 1.
AS KEN RUNS ACROSS THE STREET, A COP CAR SEES THE SEEN. KALLISTE IS STILL TRAILING BEHIND KEN. PEOPLE ON THE STREET ARE SHOCKED.
KALLISTE: Trying to
kill that which is immortal is folly. I
survived the drowning of Atlantis,
you are--
PAGE 18. PANEL 2.
THE LIGHTS ON THE COP CAR START UP, SIREN BLARING. KALLISTE IS FINALLY SHOOK FROM HER TRANCE. THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE AROUND TOO WHO ARE
JUST STARING AT THE SCENE.
KALLISTE: Shit.
PAGE 18. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE BEGINS TO RUN, ONE COP GIVES CHASE. THE OTHER IS TRYING TO ATTEND TO KEN.
CHASING OFFICER:
STOP!
PAGE 18. PANEL 4.
AS KALLISTE RUNS, PEOPLE ARE FILMING THE CHASE ON THEIR
PHONES.
PAGE 18. PANEL 5.
KALLISTE STUMBLES AND FALLS.
THE OFFICER IS ALMOST RIGHT ON TOP OF HER.
CHASING OFFICER:
Stop, damn it!
PAGE 18. PANEL 6.
KALLISTE HAS A PANICKED FACE AS THE OFFICE DRAWS CLOSER,
SOMEONE SNAPS A PICTURE OF HER FACE.
KALLISTE: No! Never will I be bound again.
PAGE 19. PANEL 1.
KALLISTE TAKES A LEAP.
CHASING OFFICER:
HALT!
PAGE 19. PANEL 2.
KALLISTE LANDS.
KALLISTE: No.
PAGE 19. PANEL 3.
KALLISTE LEAPS AGAIN, THIS TIME MUCH FURTHER.
KALLISTE: I
submit. Please!
PAGE 19. PANEL 4.
KALLISTE TAKES OFF IN FLIGHT. ALL THE PEOPLE, AND THE OFFICER, WATCH HER
LEAVE IN ASTONISHMENT.
PAGE 19. PANEL 5.
THE OFFICER GETS ON HIS RADIO.
CHASING OFFICER (TO PHOTO TAKER): Hey, Brassai, let me see that phone.
CHASING OFFICER (TO HIS RADIO): You’re never going to believe what we need an
A.P.B. for.
PAGE 20. SPLASH PAGE.
TINY PANEL. DAPHNE IS
LOOKING AT A PICTURE ON HER TABLET.
DAPHNE: Oh my god!
LARGER PANEL.
DAPHNE (OFF PANEL): Chester! Come look at this.
AN ELECTRONIC BULLETIN OF A WANTED PICTURE OF KALLISTE IS ON
THE TABLET. SHE IS COVERED IN
TATTOOS. THE PICTURE LISTS HER
STATISTICS, AND CRIME.
WANTED FOR THE ATTEMPTED MURDER AND ARSON.
HEIGHT: 5’6
WEIGHT: 130.
HAIR: BLACK.
RACE: UNKNOWN.
SUSPECT IS CONSIDERED DANGEROUS. MAY APPEAR WITH TATTOOS OR WITHOUT. SUSPECT HAS THEM EVERYWHERE, BUT IS KNOWN TO
HIDE THEM.
ANY TIPS SHOULD BE DIRECTED TOWARDS: (555) 555-5555.
