I never start anything with intent, though, so instead here's a scene from this hypothetical story I'll never write!
It's sort of based on 'There is a Light That Never Goes out' by The Smiths, the not having anywhere to go sort of feeling, the loneliness and the hopelessness. This scene would be just after Frank leaves and he just sits down on a park bench and smokes until it gets dark because he's stuck, he can't go back home and he doesn't have any money and can't afford a motel. I don't think he'd sleep that night, I think he'd just sit on the bench and wait until morning. And then he'd start just walking. Seriously, I do not have the angst power to write this thing.
I tried out a new drawing style. It's pretty dramatic with all the shadows. Um, I like the yellow light. I really like the pose. Also, Frank finally looks like Frank! \o/! I hate drawing Frank because I can't, but I enjoyed drawing this. Uh, what else. Oh, the buttons on his bag are Killjoy colours, that was a lame intended sort of in-joke. Heh.
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