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scans_dailyIssue #1 opens on two of the main characters, Frank and River, about to lash out.
Where they are in life is illustrated by where they are as the afternoon sun's passing overhead - Frank's manning the register at a fast food place, while River's smoking in bed.
The former's being bothered by a customer, while the latter's being lectured by his step-dad.
(It's implied that River's mom is the one with the money in the family.)
That evening, as the sun set, the two of them were together - talking about just leaving their lives behind.
They were off in the Mustang, going on and on - until they got a flat.
Pulling into a parking lot, they met some folks in a van, one of whom offered to help change their tires.
" Ah, thanks man. Nah we don't got a spare, an' we don't got money for a new tire either. We're fucked. "
" Well I guess there's only one thing to do then, eh? "
Frank stretched his legs out in the back.
The party was expression, introspection - and Frank and Trixy coming together.
River and Frank and their friends were out the door and into the van, in which they escaped the cops.
The fireball stuck them, turned their van over and over, into wreckage.
" Oh.. oh God. "
They turned to Kurt.
(Pagecount's 9 of 28 from issue #1.
Writing's Curt Pires, art's Alex Diotto, colors're Dee Cunniffe, and letters're Micah Myers.)
Where they are in life is illustrated by where they are as the afternoon sun's passing overhead - Frank's manning the register at a fast food place, while River's smoking in bed.
The former's being bothered by a customer, while the latter's being lectured by his step-dad.
(It's implied that River's mom is the one with the money in the family.)
That evening, as the sun set, the two of them were together - talking about just leaving their lives behind.
They were off in the Mustang, going on and on - until they got a flat.
Pulling into a parking lot, they met some folks in a van, one of whom offered to help change their tires.
" Ah, thanks man. Nah we don't got a spare, an' we don't got money for a new tire either. We're fucked. "
" Well I guess there's only one thing to do then, eh? "
Frank stretched his legs out in the back.
The party was expression, introspection - and Frank and Trixy coming together.
River and Frank and their friends were out the door and into the van, in which they escaped the cops.
The fireball stuck them, turned their van over and over, into wreckage.
" Oh.. oh God. "
They turned to Kurt.
(Pagecount's 9 of 28 from issue #1.
Writing's Curt Pires, art's Alex Diotto, colors're Dee Cunniffe, and letters're Micah Myers.)
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Date: 2020-12-01 10:32 am (UTC)The fact they're 2000 pixels wide makes reading them rather challenging, even on a PC.
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Date: 2020-12-01 02:32 pm (UTC)