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The story thus far...
Grace and Simon, two teenage tearaways, have discovered a passage to Reality in the basement of The tré (a tiny theatre in their miniscule town of Otterstow). Unfortunately, they have accidentally trapped themselves and cannot return, although they don't seem to be in any hurry to do so. Ignatius (the mayor of Otterstow) suspects this is the case and has enlisted the aid of the parents; Slide, Sandra, Pete and Gina. None of the adults have figured out how to open the passage, which seems to involve a mysterious box. What's going on right now: Grace and Simon are exploring the Rialto, which is the theatre on the other side of the passage. Simon suddenly recalls that he had an important appointment that he will miss. About the page... Language, Simon! When writing this, I struggled with the concept of profanity. Would the citizens of Otterstow use 'hell' or 'damn'? Do they have a mythos involving a place where souls are sent to suffer for eternity? The Kingdom (in which Otterstow sits) has very little in the way of a religious society - at least in the way that you and I think of it. Kruschev, atheist to the core, used religious expressions in his speeches. I'm sure few of us actually believe in the Olympic or Roman deities, but we make references to them all the time. Thus, I reasoned, Simon might use 'damn' or 'hell' in his everyday speech - except that Simon rarely uses profanity. He must have been really upset. Simon, artwise, is a simple amalgam of his mother (Sandra) and his father (Slide). I've had a good bit of practice drawing them both, so he was, if not easy to draw (all that hair!) at least routine. I've never really drawn Grace using my current techniques, but she turned out quite well, I think. You know how hares (and rabbits) hold their paws in front of their chest when they stand? That's sort of what Grace is doing. |
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Drawing completed - 09 DEC 2010
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Page 86 Rialto Living Quarters "I was supposed to meet Graeme DunHors to help with the horses! Oh, bloody hell. He'll be furious and never ask me again. And I was supposed to get a ride as well. Oh, damn!" He stamped his foot. Grace knew about Simon's love for horses and dared not belittle it. "Oh, I'm sorry, Si. I wished I'd known. I woulda waited until after your ride to bring you here." Simon sighed. "Oh, well. Too late now. C'mon, let's finish exploring." |
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