Post by John Helmer on Oct 28, 2010 12:42:24 GMT -5
TITLE: Skywatcher
Strip1
Panel 1
Wide shot of a large complex of buildings. There is a sign that reads "Florence Rehabilitation Center" on the side of the tallest building. The sign is clearly visible to the reader. It is dark and a crescent moon sparsely illuminates the Arizona desert sky.
CAPTION: South Eastern, Arizona.
VOICE: Hold him down, Dr. Scarsman. I can't get inject him unless he's still!
Panel 2
An average sized man is being restrained on a steel table. He is wearing a hospital gown and his legs and feet are bare. He has a large white wrist band on his left forearm. An orderly and a doctor are holding him down while a third injects a syringe into his right arm. Doctor Albert Hall is holding the needle attached to a very large syringe. Drips of fluid spill out from its sharp, prickly end as Hall, a man in his late 60’s with balding scalp and large, coke bottle glasses nears penetration of the thick gauge needle.
DOCTOR Hall: It's for your own good, Justin.
DOCTOR SCARSMAN: Doctor Hall, do you believe his story?
Panel 3
Close up of Doctor Hall's face. It is riddled with lines that each tell a tale of deception and lies.
DOCTOR HALL: That he's an alien trapped in a human body?
DOCTOR HALL: ---Of course not!
Strip1
Panel 1
Wide shot of a large complex of buildings. There is a sign that reads "Florence Rehabilitation Center" on the side of the tallest building. The sign is clearly visible to the reader. It is dark and a crescent moon sparsely illuminates the Arizona desert sky.
CAPTION: South Eastern, Arizona.
VOICE: Hold him down, Dr. Scarsman. I can't get inject him unless he's still!
Panel 2
An average sized man is being restrained on a steel table. He is wearing a hospital gown and his legs and feet are bare. He has a large white wrist band on his left forearm. An orderly and a doctor are holding him down while a third injects a syringe into his right arm. Doctor Albert Hall is holding the needle attached to a very large syringe. Drips of fluid spill out from its sharp, prickly end as Hall, a man in his late 60’s with balding scalp and large, coke bottle glasses nears penetration of the thick gauge needle.
DOCTOR Hall: It's for your own good, Justin.
DOCTOR SCARSMAN: Doctor Hall, do you believe his story?
Panel 3
Close up of Doctor Hall's face. It is riddled with lines that each tell a tale of deception and lies.
DOCTOR HALL: That he's an alien trapped in a human body?
DOCTOR HALL: ---Of course not!
