Parallel Scales

I have yet to decide on a title for this new comic, but I thought I’d post a little of my brainstorming:

We were all broken. Admittedly, some of us were more broken than others. There was the couple that fought non-stop to make things work when everything else in their lives was slipping away. There was the girl who rarely spoke, and when she did, she wore an expression of fear as if you were going to give her a black eye as punishment for existing. There was the boy who struggled to be everything his father was not, but found himself getting tangled in his history more often than he’d care to admit. There was the woman who had to hide her future from judgmental eyes.

And then there was me.

Parallel Scales is being scrapped, but…

I had my wisdom teeth out a week ago as of today.

And it was not a pleasant experience.

But it did give me a lot of time to think about Parallel Scales, and I came to the conclusion that…

I really don’t want to work on “PaScal” anymore. I hadn’t even finished plotting it out, and it was already getting to be a chore. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to do a webcomic, it just means that “PaScal” wasn’t the one.

While I was laying around (not in a painkiller high, I only took one dose, and between that and the copious amounts of blood I swallowed on the first day, yeeeeeeah, not a fun experience), I began to explore an idea of something that was taking place in the “PaScal” world. It was an idea that I really liked and felt had a ton of flexibility yet enough structure to have a solid setting and storyline. For those following my Tumblr at http://esilesonia.tumblr.com, you may have noticed an influx of a few subjects that I hadn’t posted about previously. Well, pretty much everything I’m reblogging now (apart from memes and food) is being posted for inspiration and/or research purposes.

Many of the characters I’ve created (some of which I’ve posted, some of which I haven’t) are going to be seamlessly carried over into the new comic. there may be a few slight tweaks, but their designs and personalities work well even within the new constraints of the storyline.

I’ll be revealing the title and some plot information soon.

I have a really fantastic feeling about this and for the first time in over half a year, I can’t wait to race into this project.

At first glance, I think she is a dead seal lying on the beach. It isn’t until I get close that I see a hand moving beneath a mass of human hair and seaweed. She lifts her face and her dark eyes meet mine.

She looks like she came crashing onto the beach with the tides. She has a strong scent of fish and seaweed. Maybe some sand, too. The scent of the beach without the sunscreen.

Her hair is almost its own ecosystem. I swear I can see a few hermit crabs nestled in the tangled mess. Maybe some small fish, too. Did she really come from the sea?

I can’t tell because her chaotic hair is draped so precisely around her body, but I get the impression she’s nude. She sees my wandering eyes and purses her full lips as if to say, “Yes, I have no clothes. Maybe we should fix that?”

She stands on her own, though she graciously takes the hand I offer her to assist her balance. Her first steps are timid, toddler-like, but it isn’t long before she’s floating across the land with graceful strides. I have to speed up my own pace to keep up with her gait. Her hand is still grasping mine, but I feel as though she’s leading me, not the other way around.

Just gotta write this concept down for Parallel Scales.

esilesonia:

I thought when I saw her, I’d think “Oh, it’s just Louise.” Just Louise. Like “Oh, it’s just a tree.” I thought all of those old feelings were gone. Gone completely. I used to think about her every day, no, every hour, no, every minute, and I mean every minute. She haunted my dreams. But eventually, she faded away, a cobweb in a corner that collapsed under layers upon layers of dust. I moved on, or… At least I thought I did. When I saw her, it was like the dust had never collected and she was a freshly spun spiderweb gleaming in the sunlight. Did I ever fall out of love, or did I just fall right back in? I swear, I might as well be a fly. A fly dazzled by the light, too wild and reckless to care that I’m flying right into what’s certain to be a slow, painful death. But even when my wings stick, I’m too elated to care! I’m a part of her and that’s all that matters!

Wrote this last night and posted it to my main blog instead of this one because I wasn’t paying attention. Oops~.

Parallel Scales is still in development!

I just haven’t had access to a scanner recently so I haven’t been able to post much. :) That will change very soon and I’ll be back to posting concept art. Until then, I can post some unpolished dialogue/concept notes every so often. Here’s a little bit that will likely be trimmed down a lot if it makes it in the final script, but I like it as a whole.

It’s like, well, think back to when you were twelve, thirteen, about that age. And you had a crush on someone. And you were in the same room with them, with what felt like a billion other people. You didn’t want any of them to catch you glancing at the other person because you weren’t even comfortable with having a crush. It was something to be hidden, something to be ashamed of, something that nobody could find out. So you glanced out of the corner of your eye, you took peeks that were just long enough to prove the other person was still there, you stared from the other end of the room through the crowds and hoped nobody would figure out what was making you blush. Well, I’m nineteen. And I’m still like that.