And then stuff started happening.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Silver Bullet Western (Chapter 2)
"Who are we meetin' here?" Rufus asked Alex as they stepped off the steam carriage and onto the air field. There were dozens of them, the air ships. They looked like Zeppelins, big balloons attached to small carriages. But these were different than standard zeppelins, these were ionized zeppelins.
"We're supposed to be meeting a group of Americans, our bosses." Alex said as he scanned the air field.
"What are you looking for?" Rufus asked.
"Yankee flag possibly." Alex let out a chuckle. He heard from off to his left.
"Mr. Rochester!?" A female voice called out.
"Guess we found our Yankees." Rufus said with a nudge to Alex's shoulder. "Come on, Alex. Let's get this over with."
The two men walked toward where the voice came, there they saw a woman waving. She was standing beside two men both of which had square bodies and looked to weigh upwards of 300 pounds.
"Hello, Mr. Rochester. I am Victoria VanWienburg." The woman said. She reached out her right hand. Alex took it and shook it. Victoria was slender for her size with pale white skin. She stood about 160 centimeters and looked to weigh about 45 kilograms. She wore a tan corset as well as a tan dress, above it a small brown leather vest. She had black leather boots on and a red sun hat. Her hair was up in a bun but Alex could see strands of platinum blond hair escaping. Finally, she had dark glasses covering her eyes and black leather gloves covering each hand.
She held her hand out for Rufus to shake. When he did his brow furrowed.
"What's this?" He asked aloud and removed the glove covering her right hand. There was commotion from Victoria's two male counterparts.
"Why the nerve!" One shouted.
"Its quite alright, boys." She assured them. "It appears he's as clever as he looks. My facade has been found out." Her voice was deep and lathered with a southern Texas accent.
"Rufus, what's going-?" Alex stopped as Rufus finished removing the glove.
Victoria's hand was a dark bronze color and shimmered in the sunlight. As she moved her fingers the gears in her knuckles revved and whined.
"Its a clockwork hand, Alex!" Rufus pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket to magnify his gaze. "And masterful craftsmanship if I do say so myself." Rufus had his nose pressed to her hand, it looked like he was kissing it.
"Yes, I lost it a year or so ago when the werewolves first appeared." At that Rufus dropped her hand and stepped backward. Alex withdrew his revolver. The two men aggressively approached them.
"What's all this?" Alex asked. He pointed the gun at the group, cycling through them.
"If you'd kindly put the revolver down, Mr. Rochester." Victoria asked. "I have no affliction."
Alex wasn't convinced.
"Ya, see." She went on. "Back when they first started attacking us, our cattle would show up shredded t' bits. An' us being cattle folk, that was our income. So my daddy goes and buys the best American exterminator that could said could buy." She glances at the ground. "But he was a coward an' a fake. So I took it upon myself to take care o' the pest. But see, I was careless and one o' 'em done bit my hand. In fear o' changin' my daddy sliced my arm off." She motioned to her elbow. "All the way up t' here."
"And you're sure that was that?" Alex asked.
"Quite." She replied.
"It could work, in theory, Alex." Rufus began. "Assuming that her father wasted no time and got the appendage off before the virus could spread up the arm." He turned to Victoria. "Did you have any fever? Or Lycanthropic symptoms?"
"I had one hell'ava fever, I tell ya'" She laughed and started putting her glove back on. "But it wa'n't no lycanthropic fever. Just the kind ya' get from having yer arm cut clean off."
"I see." Rufus said. He leaned over to Alex's ear. "What do you think?"
"You're the brains, my stout balding friend." Alex said.
"Very true." Rufus replied. He looked back to Victoria. "Would you be at all opposed to me performing a few tests of my own on you?"
"How dare you insult-!" One of the big guys shouted. Victoria cut him off.
"Now now, Kurk. They're the experts, so their government claims, if they would feel better after I passed a few o' their tests, then fine by me." She turned to Alex. "We have bigger problems after all." He nodded.
She motioned to a zeppelin some ways to her left. "Well, we had better not keep the pilot waiting all damn day. It takes us about six days to make it t' New Mexico."
"Right." Alex said. They all began walking.
Victoria walked up next to Alex.
"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be Alexander Rochester, the Olympian, would you?"
"The same." He replied. Victoria's mouth dropped.
"Wow, isn't that something?"
"And how many o' them medals did'ya win there, boy?" Kurk asked.
"Gold: seven, in total." Alex replied. He sounded as though he hated this subject. Like it was something he had put behind himself.
"Seven?" Kurk asked.
"Yes, but only three still belong to me."
"And what might those be?" Victoria probed.
"Broad Jump, Steeplechase and Gymnastics Vault." Alex said dryly.
"Wow, that's some list." Kurk said. "A bit all over th' place."
"Alex doesn't like people to tell him 'no'. So he tried every event they'd let him." Rufus said.
"And walked away with seven gold medals." Victoria finished.
"And a few dozen more silver and bronze." Rufus added.
"Ain't that somethin'." Kurk said.
"Can you figure what our first set of silver bullets was made of?" Rufus asked as they arrived to the air ship.
"A silver medal?" Kurk asked.
"You Americans sure didn't take your brains when you left us." Alex added. There was a pause. "It was my silver medal for discus throwing."
"Well, I hope you British chaps brought more silver medals." Kurk said as they all began to board the ship. "Cuz we got one hell'ava werewolf problem."
-Sir Jestro
"We're supposed to be meeting a group of Americans, our bosses." Alex said as he scanned the air field.
"What are you looking for?" Rufus asked.
"Yankee flag possibly." Alex let out a chuckle. He heard from off to his left.
"Mr. Rochester!?" A female voice called out.
"Guess we found our Yankees." Rufus said with a nudge to Alex's shoulder. "Come on, Alex. Let's get this over with."
The two men walked toward where the voice came, there they saw a woman waving. She was standing beside two men both of which had square bodies and looked to weigh upwards of 300 pounds.
"Hello, Mr. Rochester. I am Victoria VanWienburg." The woman said. She reached out her right hand. Alex took it and shook it. Victoria was slender for her size with pale white skin. She stood about 160 centimeters and looked to weigh about 45 kilograms. She wore a tan corset as well as a tan dress, above it a small brown leather vest. She had black leather boots on and a red sun hat. Her hair was up in a bun but Alex could see strands of platinum blond hair escaping. Finally, she had dark glasses covering her eyes and black leather gloves covering each hand.
She held her hand out for Rufus to shake. When he did his brow furrowed.
"What's this?" He asked aloud and removed the glove covering her right hand. There was commotion from Victoria's two male counterparts.
"Why the nerve!" One shouted.
"Its quite alright, boys." She assured them. "It appears he's as clever as he looks. My facade has been found out." Her voice was deep and lathered with a southern Texas accent.
"Rufus, what's going-?" Alex stopped as Rufus finished removing the glove.
Victoria's hand was a dark bronze color and shimmered in the sunlight. As she moved her fingers the gears in her knuckles revved and whined.
"Its a clockwork hand, Alex!" Rufus pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket to magnify his gaze. "And masterful craftsmanship if I do say so myself." Rufus had his nose pressed to her hand, it looked like he was kissing it.
"Yes, I lost it a year or so ago when the werewolves first appeared." At that Rufus dropped her hand and stepped backward. Alex withdrew his revolver. The two men aggressively approached them.
"What's all this?" Alex asked. He pointed the gun at the group, cycling through them.
"If you'd kindly put the revolver down, Mr. Rochester." Victoria asked. "I have no affliction."
Alex wasn't convinced.
"Ya, see." She went on. "Back when they first started attacking us, our cattle would show up shredded t' bits. An' us being cattle folk, that was our income. So my daddy goes and buys the best American exterminator that could said could buy." She glances at the ground. "But he was a coward an' a fake. So I took it upon myself to take care o' the pest. But see, I was careless and one o' 'em done bit my hand. In fear o' changin' my daddy sliced my arm off." She motioned to her elbow. "All the way up t' here."
"And you're sure that was that?" Alex asked.
"Quite." She replied.
"It could work, in theory, Alex." Rufus began. "Assuming that her father wasted no time and got the appendage off before the virus could spread up the arm." He turned to Victoria. "Did you have any fever? Or Lycanthropic symptoms?"
"I had one hell'ava fever, I tell ya'" She laughed and started putting her glove back on. "But it wa'n't no lycanthropic fever. Just the kind ya' get from having yer arm cut clean off."
"I see." Rufus said. He leaned over to Alex's ear. "What do you think?"
"You're the brains, my stout balding friend." Alex said.
"Very true." Rufus replied. He looked back to Victoria. "Would you be at all opposed to me performing a few tests of my own on you?"
"How dare you insult-!" One of the big guys shouted. Victoria cut him off.
"Now now, Kurk. They're the experts, so their government claims, if they would feel better after I passed a few o' their tests, then fine by me." She turned to Alex. "We have bigger problems after all." He nodded.
She motioned to a zeppelin some ways to her left. "Well, we had better not keep the pilot waiting all damn day. It takes us about six days to make it t' New Mexico."
"Right." Alex said. They all began walking.
Victoria walked up next to Alex.
"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be Alexander Rochester, the Olympian, would you?"
"The same." He replied. Victoria's mouth dropped.
"Wow, isn't that something?"
"And how many o' them medals did'ya win there, boy?" Kurk asked.
"Gold: seven, in total." Alex replied. He sounded as though he hated this subject. Like it was something he had put behind himself.
"Seven?" Kurk asked.
"Yes, but only three still belong to me."
"And what might those be?" Victoria probed.
"Broad Jump, Steeplechase and Gymnastics Vault." Alex said dryly.
"Wow, that's some list." Kurk said. "A bit all over th' place."
"Alex doesn't like people to tell him 'no'. So he tried every event they'd let him." Rufus said.
"And walked away with seven gold medals." Victoria finished.
"And a few dozen more silver and bronze." Rufus added.
"Ain't that somethin'." Kurk said.
"Can you figure what our first set of silver bullets was made of?" Rufus asked as they arrived to the air ship.
"A silver medal?" Kurk asked.
"You Americans sure didn't take your brains when you left us." Alex added. There was a pause. "It was my silver medal for discus throwing."
"Well, I hope you British chaps brought more silver medals." Kurk said as they all began to board the ship. "Cuz we got one hell'ava werewolf problem."
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Eyes Swollen Shut Chapter 4
"Tony sounds like the kind of guy that used to be a pimp back in like...when did pimps wear big hats with like feathers 'n shit in 'em?" Edwardo asked.
"The seventies."
"Hell yeah, man. A pimp from the seventies." Then he let out a weird giggle that made me laugh. "You should ask him what kind of tail he got back then."
"Dude, why would I ask him something like that?" I asked while filled the ice bins with ice.
"Why wouldn't you, bro?" Edwardo was walking around the counter toward the front door, jingling the keys like an asshole.
"It just doesn't really seem like something I need to know, you know?"
"Its not about needing, its about getting people in their comfort zone." He reached the front door, there were some early birds already waiting out front. Edwardo stopped right at the glass and turned around. "If you find something that he enjoys and keep talking about it, it'd make the work place better." There was a knock on the window. "If the dude likes you, then he won't give you problems."
Edwardo opened the door and we helped customers for a few hours.
Later when the place had died down Edwardo started the conversation back up.
"So rememebr what I was saying earlier; about getting Tony to like you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, dude. I JUST realized that same tatic can get you laid!"
"Edwardo, I'm not gay. I know my shaggy emo hair makes my eyes look delicate but-"
"No, that's not what I meant," He cut me off. "I met with chicks. Just get them to talk about what they like, not what you like. Plus, if it turns out that you two like the same shit, well, that's what people think soulmates are."
"Wow, Eddy-" I said in a dry tone. "you are my Oprah."
"Shut the hell up, man! I'm serious! It all boils down to selfishness. People like themselves, first and foremost." He motioned to a couple who was seated in front of the bar. "Hey, you two!"
They turned to him.
"Yeah, you two. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure..." The girl said.
"What's his favorite hobby?" Edwardo asked, propping himself on the bar counter.
"He likes building little train sets." She replied.
"No, shit. Serously?"
"Yeah, its true." The guy said.
"And what is your favorite hobby?" Edwardo asked the girl.
"Um..." She paused for a second. "Well, I have a lot of hobbies, like I like to play the violin or um, like taking photos on Instagram, um...and like, I dunno hangout with my friends. Oh, I like dancing too."
"Thanks." Edwardo said, then turned his gaze to the guy. "So sup with these little trains?"
"I dunno, I've just always had a thing for miniature train sets."
"Right. So what's her favorite place to visit?"
"She likes the beach." The guy responded.
"Ha! Don't we all, and your favorite place?" Edwardo was really into this.
"Hmmm..." He was quite for a second too. "I really like warm places, you know like Palm Springs or Joshua Tree, places like that. Its really the whole landscape of the desert; you know? The rocks and the cacti?"
"I feel you, my dude. They make road trips interesting, I'll tell you that." Edwardo looked at me with a smirk then turned back to the couple, who were both staring at him. "Hey, thanks you guys."
He walked up to me and lowered his voice.
"You see that, my dude? Not only did they have more to say when I asked what they, in particular liked to do, but they even tried using bigger words. If that's not evidence then I don't know what is."
He had a point, they did all those things.
"Dude, I think you getting that second job proves that your family is wrong about you, bro." He stood up straight and talked in a regular voice now. "We need to get you a lady and get you laid."
"Hold up," I said. "I can get myself laid...by myself." Or something like that.
"Really now?" Edwardo laughed.
"Hell yeah!"
"When was the last time you got any poon?"
"A month ago, give or take." I was telling the truth.
"Were you hogging?"
"Was I what?"
"Were you hogging? Slaying dragons? Fuckin' fat girls?"
I paused for a moment. Was that last girl fat? I don't really remember, I had had a few drinks and we banged in the backseat of her truck, with the lights out. Maybe she was fat.
"Yeah, maybe she was." Edwardo smirked.
"How did you?"
"You had that far off look in your eye and then your jaw kinda dropped, means she was a fatty." He stood at my side and patted me on the back. "Bro, I love you. But hogging doesn't count. Unless you claim to be a Chubby Chaser then you're just throwing strikes."
What the hell was he talking about?
"But don't worry, man." He slouched down next to me. "We'll find a nice looking girl for you."
"Yeah, because it just happens, right? Now that you decide I need a girl, she just pops up?"
"Have a little confidence, my dude." He walked back to where he was when he was talking to that couple earlier. He wasn't even looking at me. "I'll be your Zen Master, just listen to me. The next cute chick that walks through the door, ask her on a date."
Was this guy serious? Just do it? Like its nothing.
"Dude, its nothing. Just do it like its nothing. When you overreact, that's when dudes look like douches." Someone off in the distance shouted 'amen, brutha!'
"Fine. Next chick that walks in. I'll ask her on a date." I was getting heated.
"Just don't ask her to go to coffee though, that's lame." The guy from earlier said.
"Yeah, ask her to go to get some ice cream or something." His girlfriend added.
"Ice cream?" I asked.
"Dude, its been like over a hundred degrees all week, ice cream is the way to go." Edwardo said.
"Alright, next chick that comes in-"
"Not a fatty." Edwardo added.
"-who is cute, I'm asking to get ice cream. When she turns me down, I'll have proven you are wrong and I am right." I said.
"Alright, deal."
Then the door opened. The little metal bell we have on the top of it jiggled. Everyone in the whole cafe turned to see who it was. It felt like one of those shitty romance films where the chick is moving in slow motion. You know the shot, where it starts at like her shoe and moves up her legs and then her chest, ending finally on her gorgeous face? Yeah, it was kind of like that, only not in slow motion.
She was short, maybe five one. She wore a pair of black flats, grey leggings and and black tank top with an eyeball on it. She has wavy black hair with green streaks in it. She had a mouse-like nose and big green eyes. She was gorgeous. I think I even heard Edwardo groan. I glanced at him, it was a look of reluctance and fear. He shot back a look that said two things: "Do it, fucker!" and "I'm so jealous."
She walked right up to me, because I was standing at the register and asked,
"What's good here?" Her voice was small like a tiny violin in a huge theater. It hurt my chest.
"Um..." I couldn't think. Everyone was staring at me. "Actually, nothing."
She looked at me like I had just thrown up.
"What I mean is..." I looked over to Edwardo for a split second. He knew what I was thinking, and nodded.
"Why don't I take you across the street for some ice cream, it looks really hot out there."
She was silent for a few seconds as the gears in her head turned. The side of her lip rose.
"You have no idea. Okay, let's go then."
-Sir Jestro
Monday, November 12, 2012
Gyrochan
-Sir Jestro
i blinked first
i posted before jestro, which i never do. so i blinked first in the proverbial staring contest any wyay one word for ya!
at-midnight-pro.blogspot.com
my own blog, cause i feel bad for ursurping this one from jestro.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Paranormal Anonymous Chapter One
"Can you just close your eyes, let whatever happens happen, and just tell us what a typical day off is?" Sherri Lin asks.
I close my eyes, let me head drop. I hunch over in the seat.
"I don't usually get days off, the living always die."
"We understand that, Rod. But please, just try for us." Sherri insists.
I let out a sigh.
"Alright. Its like...maybe I'll be walking around downtown. They have old buildings there, antique shops, shit like that. In older places people still freak out about the rats, but its not as bad as if I were at like some upscale hotel or something." I squeeze my eyes closed harder. "Maybe I'd go into an old book store, the kinds that only sell donated books. A place that has that kind of...how do I describe it? Forgotten vibe, I guess. Like none of those important people ever come in here. It'd be like tucked away on some side street. It wouldn't even have a sign, or maybe some hand painted one with like moons on it or something."
I let out another sigh.
"Okay, so I'm in there. The place is lit by candles, and that gives it a warm orange color that bounces around. Its nice because it matches that old book smell. I like that smell, so does the raven. As I walk my feet press against the old raised floor boards and they creak under my weight making me sound massive. The only other sound is the old woman who owns the place, maybe she's muttering to herself and scribbling on paper. I'd try to walk around the far wall of the shop, hoping she wouldn't see the rats. But I know she'd be able to hear them scuttling across the floor boards after me. Maybe I'd pick a book up at random, I'd open it to a random page and pick a random paragraph to start reading."
The raven lets out a low croak that gurgles in his throat, I feel him adjust himself on my shoulder.
"If the raven approved of the book he'd ignore it, if he didn't he'd peck at one of the corners."
"And what happens if he doesn't approve?" Sherri asks.
"I'd check the price tag and just toss it on the floor for the rats to tear apart. Then I'd pay the old lady for it an apologize for the mess." I say.
"How do you think she would react?"
"She'd probably be expecting the raven to peck her eyes out, people tell me that they have that feeling a lot."
"What about if she saw the rats?"
I open my eyes.
"Well, what does everyone here think of them? They're not filthy, they're just cursed to be on the wrong side of some horrible PR."
"So you don't hate the rats?" Sherri sounds genuine.
"I used to, but they won't ever leave, so what can I really do about them?"
"I sure hope we can find an answer for that during our time here." Sherri looks around at the circle of chairs in the center of a community college gymnasium. "The same goes for all of you. That's what we're here to do, to help you with your paranormal issues."
Paranormal issues, huh? At least its a step up from a psychiatrist, even that pet one didn't have any luck.
"That's all the time we have for this week. We'll be meeting here again at the usual time. Thank you everyone and God bless."
This is how I spend Tuesday nights from 7:30-9:30pm. In a basketball court with a bunch of people who think they got abducted by aliens or are being followed by ghosts. They all look at me like I'm the freak because I'm the only one with an issue that the whole room can see. I'm being followed by thirty rats and a giant, cat sized raven who never leave me alone.
Oh, and this is also the place where I'll meet the mother of my children, that's actually not the weirdest part of this story.
-Sir Jestro
I close my eyes, let me head drop. I hunch over in the seat.
"I don't usually get days off, the living always die."
"We understand that, Rod. But please, just try for us." Sherri insists.
I let out a sigh.
"Alright. Its like...maybe I'll be walking around downtown. They have old buildings there, antique shops, shit like that. In older places people still freak out about the rats, but its not as bad as if I were at like some upscale hotel or something." I squeeze my eyes closed harder. "Maybe I'd go into an old book store, the kinds that only sell donated books. A place that has that kind of...how do I describe it? Forgotten vibe, I guess. Like none of those important people ever come in here. It'd be like tucked away on some side street. It wouldn't even have a sign, or maybe some hand painted one with like moons on it or something."
I let out another sigh.
"Okay, so I'm in there. The place is lit by candles, and that gives it a warm orange color that bounces around. Its nice because it matches that old book smell. I like that smell, so does the raven. As I walk my feet press against the old raised floor boards and they creak under my weight making me sound massive. The only other sound is the old woman who owns the place, maybe she's muttering to herself and scribbling on paper. I'd try to walk around the far wall of the shop, hoping she wouldn't see the rats. But I know she'd be able to hear them scuttling across the floor boards after me. Maybe I'd pick a book up at random, I'd open it to a random page and pick a random paragraph to start reading."
The raven lets out a low croak that gurgles in his throat, I feel him adjust himself on my shoulder.
"If the raven approved of the book he'd ignore it, if he didn't he'd peck at one of the corners."
"And what happens if he doesn't approve?" Sherri asks.
"I'd check the price tag and just toss it on the floor for the rats to tear apart. Then I'd pay the old lady for it an apologize for the mess." I say.
"How do you think she would react?"
"She'd probably be expecting the raven to peck her eyes out, people tell me that they have that feeling a lot."
"What about if she saw the rats?"
I open my eyes.
"Well, what does everyone here think of them? They're not filthy, they're just cursed to be on the wrong side of some horrible PR."
"So you don't hate the rats?" Sherri sounds genuine.
"I used to, but they won't ever leave, so what can I really do about them?"
"I sure hope we can find an answer for that during our time here." Sherri looks around at the circle of chairs in the center of a community college gymnasium. "The same goes for all of you. That's what we're here to do, to help you with your paranormal issues."
Paranormal issues, huh? At least its a step up from a psychiatrist, even that pet one didn't have any luck.
"That's all the time we have for this week. We'll be meeting here again at the usual time. Thank you everyone and God bless."
This is how I spend Tuesday nights from 7:30-9:30pm. In a basketball court with a bunch of people who think they got abducted by aliens or are being followed by ghosts. They all look at me like I'm the freak because I'm the only one with an issue that the whole room can see. I'm being followed by thirty rats and a giant, cat sized raven who never leave me alone.
Oh, and this is also the place where I'll meet the mother of my children, that's actually not the weirdest part of this story.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter Four [Part Two]
"A couple of Nissan SR20's would pull a premium one week before race wars." C41212105 screamed to 김재민 who was perched on the door frame of his car.
"I'm not Ω, I don't really even like those Fast movies!" 김재민 shouted back.
"Whatever! Just trying to break the tension! Do you see him!?"
"No, but I do see a few buildings over there," 김재민 pointed off the freeway toward a overpopulated part of the city. The streets ran so close together people couldn't drive cars through them. "falling apart. That's probably him."
"Well, fuck! What's the plan?" C41212105 shouted, his eyes ping-ponging between the road and 김재민.
"Hahaha! C41212105 you should know by now that we don't plan." 김재민 shouted back. "Just get me as close to the guard rail as you can! I'm talking paint should be flaking off this car your dad bought you with the interest his companies made AFTER you were born!"
"Hahahaha!" C41212105 let out his iconic giggle accompanied by his trademarked boyish grin. "Umadbro?"
"Hey, turn that up! I love this song!" 김재민 screamed. He meant the radio, DJ Machete was playing 'The First Punch' by Pierce the Veil.
C41212105 moved the car toward the guard rail as 김재민 arched his back. He anticipated the car's movement and in one fell swoop, leaped off the car and over the railing. He flew through the air for a few moments before landing on a cable wire and sliding down it. As he gained speed and felt his shoes begin to heat up, 김재민 leaped from the wire and landed on a nearby building, rolling to keep his momentum. He sprinted out of the roll toward the end of the building and jumped off it. 김재민 saw a gazebo and landed on it, bounced off it and landed on another building. He was rapidly approaching the falling buildings. He could hear the screams of sirens off in the distance.
"Your tax dollars at work." He said in his head.
It was at that moment that his weight shifted and the building he was on began to shake.
"YES!" 김재민 shouted. "Looks like I'm Irish today!" As the building started to shift it's weight 김재민 saw some more cable lines begin to snap from their holding in the roof.
He dove for them.
Snatched one in his fist.
Swung back toward the building.
And smashed through an exterior window.
He flew into some tranny's room and as he slid, on his knees, across the carpeted floor, he saw the tranny was loading up his lingerie into a suitcase.
Still sliding, he reached the door, sprung to his feet and shattered his way through the door.
In the hallway now, he continued with his path and shatters his way through another door.
This time he found himself in an empty room and rushed toward the window.
Before he could even hear the glass shatter he was preparing to land.
He rolled as he hit the ground and in that flash of moments saw [Jestro] breaking out of the very same building.
"Yo! [Jestro]!" 김재민 shouted. [Jestro] reacts. He looked at 김재민 and his eyes turn from a dull blue to an evil crimson. "That's right."
김재민 sprinted toward [Jestro], who cocked his head to it's side, and leaped into the air. 김재민 pulled a weapon [presumably from his ass because there was no context for this weapon during this chapter, but it was there, strapped to his back] from his back and smashed it down to Earth.
[Jestro] rolled out of the way as 김재민, who just slammed Baltazar's hammer into the ground, pulverizing it.
[Jestro] returned the favor by extending one of it's arms at 김재민, like a tentacle.
김재민 wasn't fast enough to react in time and was launched into the still crumbling building.
"Dude," 김재민 said out loud. "that fucking hammer is heavy. I give that dude props for being so agile with it." Then he stood up. "Come on you Green Pikachu [Jestro], let's end this."
김재민 rushed [Jestro] again, this time revealing a shattered sword. He swung it down like a hammer using both hands.
It connected.
Bits of the [Jestro] suit sprayed on the ground.
김재민 pulled the sword back and saw that he had removed quite a bit of the suit. The corpse of one of his best friends looked at him. The cold dead eyes starring at him as the virus-like suit slithered back over the face.
"You gotta be fucking kidding!"
-Sir Jestro
"I'm not Ω, I don't really even like those Fast movies!" 김재민 shouted back.
"Whatever! Just trying to break the tension! Do you see him!?"
"No, but I do see a few buildings over there," 김재민 pointed off the freeway toward a overpopulated part of the city. The streets ran so close together people couldn't drive cars through them. "falling apart. That's probably him."
"Well, fuck! What's the plan?" C41212105 shouted, his eyes ping-ponging between the road and 김재민.
"Hahaha! C41212105 you should know by now that we don't plan." 김재민 shouted back. "Just get me as close to the guard rail as you can! I'm talking paint should be flaking off this car your dad bought you with the interest his companies made AFTER you were born!"
"Hahahaha!" C41212105 let out his iconic giggle accompanied by his trademarked boyish grin. "Umadbro?"
"Hey, turn that up! I love this song!" 김재민 screamed. He meant the radio, DJ Machete was playing 'The First Punch' by Pierce the Veil.
C41212105 moved the car toward the guard rail as 김재민 arched his back. He anticipated the car's movement and in one fell swoop, leaped off the car and over the railing. He flew through the air for a few moments before landing on a cable wire and sliding down it. As he gained speed and felt his shoes begin to heat up, 김재민 leaped from the wire and landed on a nearby building, rolling to keep his momentum. He sprinted out of the roll toward the end of the building and jumped off it. 김재민 saw a gazebo and landed on it, bounced off it and landed on another building. He was rapidly approaching the falling buildings. He could hear the screams of sirens off in the distance.
"Your tax dollars at work." He said in his head.
It was at that moment that his weight shifted and the building he was on began to shake.
"YES!" 김재민 shouted. "Looks like I'm Irish today!" As the building started to shift it's weight 김재민 saw some more cable lines begin to snap from their holding in the roof.
He dove for them.
Snatched one in his fist.
Swung back toward the building.
And smashed through an exterior window.
He flew into some tranny's room and as he slid, on his knees, across the carpeted floor, he saw the tranny was loading up his lingerie into a suitcase.
Still sliding, he reached the door, sprung to his feet and shattered his way through the door.
In the hallway now, he continued with his path and shatters his way through another door.
This time he found himself in an empty room and rushed toward the window.
Before he could even hear the glass shatter he was preparing to land.
He rolled as he hit the ground and in that flash of moments saw [Jestro] breaking out of the very same building.
"Yo! [Jestro]!" 김재민 shouted. [Jestro] reacts. He looked at 김재민 and his eyes turn from a dull blue to an evil crimson. "That's right."
김재민 sprinted toward [Jestro], who cocked his head to it's side, and leaped into the air. 김재민 pulled a weapon [presumably from his ass because there was no context for this weapon during this chapter, but it was there, strapped to his back] from his back and smashed it down to Earth.
[Jestro] rolled out of the way as 김재민, who just slammed Baltazar's hammer into the ground, pulverizing it.
[Jestro] returned the favor by extending one of it's arms at 김재민, like a tentacle.
김재민 wasn't fast enough to react in time and was launched into the still crumbling building.
"Dude," 김재민 said out loud. "that fucking hammer is heavy. I give that dude props for being so agile with it." Then he stood up. "Come on you Green Pikachu [Jestro], let's end this."
김재민 rushed [Jestro] again, this time revealing a shattered sword. He swung it down like a hammer using both hands.
It connected.
Bits of the [Jestro] suit sprayed on the ground.
김재민 pulled the sword back and saw that he had removed quite a bit of the suit. The corpse of one of his best friends looked at him. The cold dead eyes starring at him as the virus-like suit slithered back over the face.
"You gotta be fucking kidding!"
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Eyes Swollen Shut Chapter 3
"Any luck, bro?" Edwardo asked me in the break room before work.
"Dude, how many times-" He cut me off.
"Sorry, sorry sorry. Any luck, Dude?" He was considerate. Which should be a good thing, except it looked like only me and his daughter took any care in noticing things like that. After all, he didn't need to be so considerate after what he caught from his ex wife a few months ago.
"There's there are these two things; a graveyard custodial job and a job being an entertainer."
"YOU an entertainer!? That I've gotta see!" He was taking his sweater off and looking for his name tag, I just left mine on my work shirt.
"Its not anything sexual, I don't think. It just says that I should have experience doing make up or costuming."
"Yeah, maybe now you can do something with that degree of yours. Which wasn't in make uping or costuming." He giggled and it made me laugh.
"No, I don't but I did take a few courses of special effects make up." I stood up and he shut his locker.
"That's right, I always forget that's where you met Rachel. Bitch." Edwardo knew not to say much more on the subject, it still pissed me off a bit.
"Yeah, so I think I might call both. The make up one doesn't have much info beyond that, the other one is six nights a week." We both walked out onto the floor. The lights were still off, not that we needed them on to get around, making the whole place kind of eerie.
"Damn, dude. You're starting to get on my level. I'm telling you though, you won't regret bringing in those big checks. But you'll miss having days off, that's for sure." Edwardo grabbed a small white towel from a bag we had underneath the sinks and started spraying it with all purpose soap.
"Yeah, I bet."
"So when are you going to call them?"
"I dunno, maybe on my lunch." I said as I started turning all the machines on.
"Hell yeah, dude! Do it." He said as he began cleaning the tables off.
I called both jobs, the custodial work told me to come in to their main office the next day and the other one just prompted me to record a voicemail, which was a bit odd. But I did both, got the job at the custodial place working in an office building six nights a week with an old black guy named Tony. But I still didn't get a reply from the entertainer position so I just stopped thinking about it.
"What we got here is a buncha' filthy college graduates with no respect for the real workers of the world, Brad." Tony told me on my first day. He would be training me for the rest of the week and then we would split up the work from then on.
"What do you mean exactly?" I ask him, I'm still not used to the stiff uniform I'm forced to wear.
"I mean exactly that! All the people who work here, damn! You'd swear they mama' never taught 'em how to throw trash away!" We started walking down the corridors. The whole night Tony told me about the people who worked in the building while the sun was up. He wasn't kidding either, my younger sisters had cleaner play areas than the cubicles in this place. But we weren't allowed to touch any personal stuff, just 'trash and shit' as Tony called it. In reality, we spent more time cleaning the windows and floors than anything else, sure there was a bathroom on each of the seven floors, but that only took about fifteen minutes per bathroom. This job wasn't nearly as hard as I had originally thought.
"Now once ya' able to fly on ya' own you can do whatever ya' like. If ya' got one of them iPads, you can listen to it all ya' want. Just no makin' calls, can you dig it?"
"Sure thing, Tony." I say.
This may have been a good idea afterall, I'll have to thank Edwardo for the idea.
-Sir Jestro
"Dude, how many times-" He cut me off.
"Sorry, sorry sorry. Any luck, Dude?" He was considerate. Which should be a good thing, except it looked like only me and his daughter took any care in noticing things like that. After all, he didn't need to be so considerate after what he caught from his ex wife a few months ago.
"There's there are these two things; a graveyard custodial job and a job being an entertainer."
"YOU an entertainer!? That I've gotta see!" He was taking his sweater off and looking for his name tag, I just left mine on my work shirt.
"Its not anything sexual, I don't think. It just says that I should have experience doing make up or costuming."
"Yeah, maybe now you can do something with that degree of yours. Which wasn't in make uping or costuming." He giggled and it made me laugh.
"No, I don't but I did take a few courses of special effects make up." I stood up and he shut his locker.
"That's right, I always forget that's where you met Rachel. Bitch." Edwardo knew not to say much more on the subject, it still pissed me off a bit.
"Yeah, so I think I might call both. The make up one doesn't have much info beyond that, the other one is six nights a week." We both walked out onto the floor. The lights were still off, not that we needed them on to get around, making the whole place kind of eerie.
"Damn, dude. You're starting to get on my level. I'm telling you though, you won't regret bringing in those big checks. But you'll miss having days off, that's for sure." Edwardo grabbed a small white towel from a bag we had underneath the sinks and started spraying it with all purpose soap.
"Yeah, I bet."
"So when are you going to call them?"
"I dunno, maybe on my lunch." I said as I started turning all the machines on.
"Hell yeah, dude! Do it." He said as he began cleaning the tables off.
I called both jobs, the custodial work told me to come in to their main office the next day and the other one just prompted me to record a voicemail, which was a bit odd. But I did both, got the job at the custodial place working in an office building six nights a week with an old black guy named Tony. But I still didn't get a reply from the entertainer position so I just stopped thinking about it.
"What we got here is a buncha' filthy college graduates with no respect for the real workers of the world, Brad." Tony told me on my first day. He would be training me for the rest of the week and then we would split up the work from then on.
"What do you mean exactly?" I ask him, I'm still not used to the stiff uniform I'm forced to wear.
"I mean exactly that! All the people who work here, damn! You'd swear they mama' never taught 'em how to throw trash away!" We started walking down the corridors. The whole night Tony told me about the people who worked in the building while the sun was up. He wasn't kidding either, my younger sisters had cleaner play areas than the cubicles in this place. But we weren't allowed to touch any personal stuff, just 'trash and shit' as Tony called it. In reality, we spent more time cleaning the windows and floors than anything else, sure there was a bathroom on each of the seven floors, but that only took about fifteen minutes per bathroom. This job wasn't nearly as hard as I had originally thought.
"Now once ya' able to fly on ya' own you can do whatever ya' like. If ya' got one of them iPads, you can listen to it all ya' want. Just no makin' calls, can you dig it?"
"Sure thing, Tony." I say.
This may have been a good idea afterall, I'll have to thank Edwardo for the idea.
-Sir Jestro
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter Four [Part One]
"My God, we were so wrong." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said as the four of them sat around a cluttered Starfucks table.
"We really were," 김재민 replied. "He wasn't pissed at all, well maybe he is, but he's in Hell."
"This is some heavy shit, you guys." C41212105 said, then he got up and went to the counter to buy another iced coffee.
"So what are you guys going to do?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked. "That black guy said he was going to use Ryan to take over the world, you guys can't let that happen."
"Don't tell us what we can and can't do." Ω said. "We're all here for a reason."
"He's right." 김재민 added. "If we were against the idea of trying to bust him outta Hell we would be home watching videos on Spankwire, but we aren't."
"Well, there is wifi here so we could, but its blocked. Fuckin' [Jestro]! Why'd he have to get his ass killed by that teleporting ass-bag in the first place?" Ω screamed.
"I dunno, dick. We got there just as it happened, remember?" 김재민 responded. "Its like he chose to die."
"Well, some legends say that the inhabitants of Hell can perceive all time, but are unable to do anything about it." C41212105 said returning to his seat empty handed.
"But that would mean you'd have to believe in Hell and Heaven and God and the Devil." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** added. "And Ryan didn't."
"Which means he's probably in either Purgatory or the first circle of Hell." 김재민 said.
"I dunno dude, I think the three of us would end up right next to the Devil, buried up to our eyes in ice." Ω said.
"Why?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"Because we betrayed our leaders." 김재민 said.
"And we're mass murders."
"Yeah, that too."
"I have a carmel macchiato for Carlos!" The Barista shouted out to the room.
"That's me!" C41212105 shouted and left the table again.
"So do we try to find a way into Hell and free [Jestro] or do we just try to stop Cazad, the Great here on Earth?" 김재민 asked Ω.
"C. All of the above." Ω responded.
"How?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked taking a sip of her Passion Tea.
"We split up, two and two." Ω said.
"I'm not staying with Carlos again!" She screamed.
"Hell, I'm not staying with you! Or did you forget that one time you threw up all over my car?" He said as he returned to the table, macchiato in hand.
"Shut up." She replied.
"Fine, C41212105 and I will follow Cazad, the Great and keep him from taking over the world with Zombie [Jestro]." 김재민 said. "And you two can go to Hell. Literally."
"Why do I have to go with him!?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed.
"Because your family doesn't own an island off the coast of Siberia." C41212105 said.
"What does that have to do with anything?" She asked, offended.
"I'm rich, bitch. I can afford to travel the world following Cazad, the Great and/or Zombie [Jestro]."
"Fuckin Yuppie." Ω said. Then he stood up. "Alright, let's do this then."
"Wait! How the hell are we getting to..." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** paused.
"To Hell?" C41212105 asked, giggling.
"Yeah, didn't think that one through did ya, dipshit?" Ω asked as he headed for the door.
"Ooh, sick burn!" 김재민 shouted covering his mouth with a fist.
"Shut up!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed and chased after Ω. "But seriously, how are we getting there?"
"I have a feeling [EsTe-Tr@nCe] might know a way into Hell." Ω said walking up to his car.
"Who?" She said walking to the passenger side door.
"This dude who brainwashed the city this one time." Ω put his keys in the ignition. "If it wasn't for your boyfriend we'd all be fucking crazy and dead. Like that movie The Signal."
"Andrew?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"Nah, bitch. Your real boyfriend, the dude we're going to Hell to save." He started the car. It roared.
"[Jestro]?" She asked.
"And don't you fucking forget it." He threw it into first and sped out of the parking lot.
Back inside Starfucks.
"Dude, how are we going to find Cazad, the Great?" C41212105 asked holding his beverage in his hands.
"By following the path of destruction." 김재민 replied. "And for the record, this is a stupid fucking idea, JUST so we're clear."
"You really think so?"
"I'd bet every last dollar I made from assassinating that this will be the hardest job yet."
"Well, why not get to it, right?" C41212105 stood up, like a boss. "Carpe diem and all that."
"Words to live by." 김재민 stood up." They walked out and towards C41212105's car. "Does your family have like a vault full of weapons or something? I'm going to need a bunch of shit, like a Mary Poppins bag full of goodies."
"Well, not really but I do have some shit in my truck, peep 'em." C41212105 said. he opened the truck and pulled out a shattered sword and hammer."
"Is that Shattered Sword's...shattered sword? And Baltazar's hammer?!" 김재민 was nerding out.
"Yeah."
"How'd you get them?"
"I know a guy who knows a guy." C41212105 smirked.
"Holy shit."
"Sup?" C41212105 asked. "What's wrong?"
"These go to 11." 김재민 said.
-Sir Jestro
"We really were," 김재민 replied. "He wasn't pissed at all, well maybe he is, but he's in Hell."
"This is some heavy shit, you guys." C41212105 said, then he got up and went to the counter to buy another iced coffee.
"So what are you guys going to do?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked. "That black guy said he was going to use Ryan to take over the world, you guys can't let that happen."
"Don't tell us what we can and can't do." Ω said. "We're all here for a reason."
"He's right." 김재민 added. "If we were against the idea of trying to bust him outta Hell we would be home watching videos on Spankwire, but we aren't."
"Well, there is wifi here so we could, but its blocked. Fuckin' [Jestro]! Why'd he have to get his ass killed by that teleporting ass-bag in the first place?" Ω screamed.
"I dunno, dick. We got there just as it happened, remember?" 김재민 responded. "Its like he chose to die."
"Well, some legends say that the inhabitants of Hell can perceive all time, but are unable to do anything about it." C41212105 said returning to his seat empty handed.
"But that would mean you'd have to believe in Hell and Heaven and God and the Devil." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** added. "And Ryan didn't."
"Which means he's probably in either Purgatory or the first circle of Hell." 김재민 said.
"I dunno dude, I think the three of us would end up right next to the Devil, buried up to our eyes in ice." Ω said.
"Why?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"Because we betrayed our leaders." 김재민 said.
"And we're mass murders."
"Yeah, that too."
"I have a carmel macchiato for Carlos!" The Barista shouted out to the room.
"That's me!" C41212105 shouted and left the table again.
"So do we try to find a way into Hell and free [Jestro] or do we just try to stop Cazad, the Great here on Earth?" 김재민 asked Ω.
"C. All of the above." Ω responded.
"How?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked taking a sip of her Passion Tea.
"We split up, two and two." Ω said.
"I'm not staying with Carlos again!" She screamed.
"Hell, I'm not staying with you! Or did you forget that one time you threw up all over my car?" He said as he returned to the table, macchiato in hand.
"Shut up." She replied.
"Fine, C41212105 and I will follow Cazad, the Great and keep him from taking over the world with Zombie [Jestro]." 김재민 said. "And you two can go to Hell. Literally."
"Why do I have to go with him!?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed.
"Because your family doesn't own an island off the coast of Siberia." C41212105 said.
"What does that have to do with anything?" She asked, offended.
"I'm rich, bitch. I can afford to travel the world following Cazad, the Great and/or Zombie [Jestro]."
"Fuckin Yuppie." Ω said. Then he stood up. "Alright, let's do this then."
"Wait! How the hell are we getting to..." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** paused.
"To Hell?" C41212105 asked, giggling.
"Yeah, didn't think that one through did ya, dipshit?" Ω asked as he headed for the door.
"Ooh, sick burn!" 김재민 shouted covering his mouth with a fist.
"Shut up!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screamed and chased after Ω. "But seriously, how are we getting there?"
"I have a feeling [EsTe-Tr@nCe] might know a way into Hell." Ω said walking up to his car.
"Who?" She said walking to the passenger side door.
"This dude who brainwashed the city this one time." Ω put his keys in the ignition. "If it wasn't for your boyfriend we'd all be fucking crazy and dead. Like that movie The Signal."
"Andrew?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked.
"Nah, bitch. Your real boyfriend, the dude we're going to Hell to save." He started the car. It roared.
"[Jestro]?" She asked.
"And don't you fucking forget it." He threw it into first and sped out of the parking lot.
Back inside Starfucks.
"Dude, how are we going to find Cazad, the Great?" C41212105 asked holding his beverage in his hands.
"By following the path of destruction." 김재민 replied. "And for the record, this is a stupid fucking idea, JUST so we're clear."
"You really think so?"
"I'd bet every last dollar I made from assassinating that this will be the hardest job yet."
"Well, why not get to it, right?" C41212105 stood up, like a boss. "Carpe diem and all that."
"Words to live by." 김재민 stood up." They walked out and towards C41212105's car. "Does your family have like a vault full of weapons or something? I'm going to need a bunch of shit, like a Mary Poppins bag full of goodies."
"Well, not really but I do have some shit in my truck, peep 'em." C41212105 said. he opened the truck and pulled out a shattered sword and hammer."
"Is that Shattered Sword's...shattered sword? And Baltazar's hammer?!" 김재민 was nerding out.
"Yeah."
"How'd you get them?"
"I know a guy who knows a guy." C41212105 smirked.
"Holy shit."
"Sup?" C41212105 asked. "What's wrong?"
"These go to 11." 김재민 said.
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Dilemma
I'm caught in a dilemma, one that I even asked an inspirational artist for advice about, and I'm still left in the same state of mind I was in at the beginning.
I think I will have to become an Uberector to finish Gyrochan: Giant Robot.
Which means my Tumblr will go back to what it was originally created for; my production diary. Not to imply this blog won't still get it's attention, just...this is more of a personal venting site, whereas the other one is WORK or should be.
I love you all,
-Sir Jestro
I think I will have to become an Uberector to finish Gyrochan: Giant Robot.
Which means my Tumblr will go back to what it was originally created for; my production diary. Not to imply this blog won't still get it's attention, just...this is more of a personal venting site, whereas the other one is WORK or should be.
I love you all,
-Sir Jestro
Friday, June 15, 2012
Yo, all I'm saying is; eleven weeks is not enough time to master any of these art courses.
I feel like my skills have gradually increased in digital painting, but not nearly enough. I would need to paint on a tablet in Photoshop EVERYDAY to make an improvement I'd be okay with.
The same goes for life drawing, I need to do more of that on a daily basis. I just really need to commit to something now that I'm on break.
I'm told by all my professors and the different professionals who talk at our school that we should practice everyday regardless of what else is going on in our day.
That will be hard to do, not gonna lie.
So let's hope I can do it.
-Sir Jestro
I feel like my skills have gradually increased in digital painting, but not nearly enough. I would need to paint on a tablet in Photoshop EVERYDAY to make an improvement I'd be okay with.
The same goes for life drawing, I need to do more of that on a daily basis. I just really need to commit to something now that I'm on break.
I'm told by all my professors and the different professionals who talk at our school that we should practice everyday regardless of what else is going on in our day.
That will be hard to do, not gonna lie.
So let's hope I can do it.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I would try to post my final for 2D Animation, but it'd take forever. Which means, if I go ahead with my intended schedule for the rest of the day; spending the rest of the night on campus or until they kick me out, working on my final for Storyboarding, that I may be in front of a computer for an extended period of time, in which case I will attempt to post my final animation.
-Sir Jestro
Ps, I may also have a surprise for some of you by that time. Depending on how productive I am.
-Sir Jestro
Ps, I may also have a surprise for some of you by that time. Depending on how productive I am.
Technology
Technology is pretty badass.
I know what you're all thinking, some shit about me being a Technofile, so?
All I'm saying is, I figured out how to reset all of the frames in two of my final animation's columns rather than reshoot and copy paste, copy paste, copy paste. It took a job that may have taken a half an hour and turned it into a job that only took five minutes.
Technology is pretty badass.
Now I have time to finish another final.
-Sir Jestro
I know what you're all thinking, some shit about me being a Technofile, so?
All I'm saying is, I figured out how to reset all of the frames in two of my final animation's columns rather than reshoot and copy paste, copy paste, copy paste. It took a job that may have taken a half an hour and turned it into a job that only took five minutes.
Technology is pretty badass.
Now I have time to finish another final.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, June 07, 2012
Here's What I've Been Doing
Now I need to go shoot my animation, because I like to put things off. I wonder if I can upload movie files. Let me try.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, May 18, 2012
Color Studies
-Sir Jestro
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Fuckin A.
Fuck...I think I was supposed to post something on here, wasn't I?
Oh, well.
So I'm here at school listening to Iwresteledabearonce and doing Value studies, and I'm crashing from that coffee I had about an hour and a half ago.
So since I'm so decisive about everything, I'll just NOT post my intentions on here, just the real shit.
Whoa!
-Sir Jestro
Oh, well.
So I'm here at school listening to Iwresteledabearonce and doing Value studies, and I'm crashing from that coffee I had about an hour and a half ago.
So since I'm so decisive about everything, I'll just NOT post my intentions on here, just the real shit.
Whoa!
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Composition and Values
So you're probably not wondering why I STILL haven't made any progress on the Trapped comic, you're probably not even reading this. But its okay, I knew this day would come and that it would last quite a long time. I have actual reasons as to why I'm not ready to proceed with Trapped, they're all artistic reasons but I'm working to improve on them.
I asked my Life Drawing & Gesture teacher, Steve Hampton to give me an increased amount of homework in addition to the regularly assigned work. These one hundred thumbnails are purely value studies, because I've realized that two biggest design elements for Trapped are Composition and Value (that's art school gibberish for lights and shadows).
When I originally chose Trapped it was because I felt that it was a simple story with not too many characters, but as it turns out Trapped was probably the most difficult story of mine to pick. As I said before, this comic is all about Composition and Value, because you have to ask yourself, "How the fuck is Jestro going to make something as stupid as a dude trapped in a room, then that same dude crawling through air ducks, then that duck running through more rooms interesting!?" That was the big revelation that smacked me in the face and I was like, "FFUUUUUUUUU!!!" then I rage quit Trapped to go Grind until my Composition and Value skills are over 9,000 (yeah, I said it).
Until then, I want to start designing characters outside of my classes, I have a few designs I want to try out, the story is...still in the works.
You might also be asking, "Hey, yo Jestro when are you going to finish a story? Its been like...I dunno like a year or some shit, sup with that?" [Yeah, the voice in my head is my brother C4rrios, and I like spelling his name more like that, come at me, bro!]
I digress.
I'm workin on shit, get off my dick! [when in reality no one but me reads this shit.]
Pix or it didn't happen? Challenge accepted.
-Sir Jestro
I asked my Life Drawing & Gesture teacher, Steve Hampton to give me an increased amount of homework in addition to the regularly assigned work. These one hundred thumbnails are purely value studies, because I've realized that two biggest design elements for Trapped are Composition and Value (that's art school gibberish for lights and shadows).
When I originally chose Trapped it was because I felt that it was a simple story with not too many characters, but as it turns out Trapped was probably the most difficult story of mine to pick. As I said before, this comic is all about Composition and Value, because you have to ask yourself, "How the fuck is Jestro going to make something as stupid as a dude trapped in a room, then that same dude crawling through air ducks, then that duck running through more rooms interesting!?" That was the big revelation that smacked me in the face and I was like, "FFUUUUUUUUU!!!" then I rage quit Trapped to go Grind until my Composition and Value skills are over 9,000 (yeah, I said it).
Until then, I want to start designing characters outside of my classes, I have a few designs I want to try out, the story is...still in the works.
You might also be asking, "Hey, yo Jestro when are you going to finish a story? Its been like...I dunno like a year or some shit, sup with that?" [Yeah, the voice in my head is my brother C4rrios, and I like spelling his name more like that, come at me, bro!]
I digress.
I'm workin on shit, get off my dick! [when in reality no one but me reads this shit.]
Pix or it didn't happen? Challenge accepted.
-Sir Jestro
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First Non-Movie Post for 2012!!!
So its 2012, never thought it'd actually get here. Its almost reminiscent of 1999 awaiting 2000, not sure if you guys remember that but yeah, it was kind of a big deal back then. Just like 2000, the world kept on spinning and that's exactly what I foresee happening twelve months from now. But damnit if I know there are going to be more than a handful of douche bags acting like its the end of the gad damned world. And if it is, waku-fuckin-do! I won't have to pay bills when I'm six feet under, or a stinking pile of carrion.
I digress.
2012 is going to be a great year just like 2011 was, a lot of crazy shit happened that I didn't expect going into it, take for instance school and finally getting off my ass and starting a comic. Yeah, that's right I said start. I know, I know my hatred for Trapped is really getting under my skin and affecting my drawing skills. So what? I just need to spend more time on this comic than normal. This will be like that project an artist spends a fuck-ton of time on and then all his fans are like, "Yeah, I mean its cool but its not like... incredible or anything."
I just want Trapped to come out right, so me being a perfectionist won't stand for all these shitty pages I've been sketching up, plus you give me an inch I'll take a mile when it comes to doing nothing. Sue me.
But ANYWAY!
I'll hope that if I continue to work on other, far smaller projects or possibly things I'm more comfortable with (IE. just writing) they will stimulate more creative juices. But fuck it, I'm not going to use that as a crutch, I'll be working on it and if you want updates leave me comments in order to let me know. It makes the whole creating thing worth it if you have fans.
But know this, if you want scans of my sketches for Trapped you'll have to wait until I go back to school, unless I can find someone with a scanner, either way that gives me a week to have something more than I have now.
Oh, and I'll have a surprise for you all by the time Carrios' birthday comes along. So be ready for that. :)
-Sir Jestro
I digress.
2012 is going to be a great year just like 2011 was, a lot of crazy shit happened that I didn't expect going into it, take for instance school and finally getting off my ass and starting a comic. Yeah, that's right I said start. I know, I know my hatred for Trapped is really getting under my skin and affecting my drawing skills. So what? I just need to spend more time on this comic than normal. This will be like that project an artist spends a fuck-ton of time on and then all his fans are like, "Yeah, I mean its cool but its not like... incredible or anything."
I just want Trapped to come out right, so me being a perfectionist won't stand for all these shitty pages I've been sketching up, plus you give me an inch I'll take a mile when it comes to doing nothing. Sue me.
But ANYWAY!
I'll hope that if I continue to work on other, far smaller projects or possibly things I'm more comfortable with (IE. just writing) they will stimulate more creative juices. But fuck it, I'm not going to use that as a crutch, I'll be working on it and if you want updates leave me comments in order to let me know. It makes the whole creating thing worth it if you have fans.
But know this, if you want scans of my sketches for Trapped you'll have to wait until I go back to school, unless I can find someone with a scanner, either way that gives me a week to have something more than I have now.
Oh, and I'll have a surprise for you all by the time Carrios' birthday comes along. So be ready for that. :)
-Sir Jestro
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