Ch3 Pg16

Cheeko on April 19, 2007

The last panel of this page was one of the funnest 1Q pages yet. I spent a little while wondering how best to capture the mood of Orson's recollection, settling on red light and the silhouette of his twelve-year-old self.

We don't need to feel sorry for Orson, though. Having only one eye never held him back in any way. =)

Anthony out.

Cheeko


You know, even with someone else doing most of the work (and doing a heck of a job of it at that), I still find myself scrambling to get the pages done in time.
I suppose I could blame it on the fact that we're in the last week or so of school before finals and I have a ton of work to do, but there's always a little bit of procrastination involved, too.
So… yeah.

Awww, poor Orson.
I love that silhouette there. That was Anthony's personal touch to this page, and I thought it was absolutely wonderful; I didn't even think of something like that. Simply amazing. I wish he would start putting some comments up here like he did on that first little announcement page that aired two weeks ago; that was cool, and he deserves some extra attention. XD
Yeah, so a lot of you may wonder how Orson got to where he is now. Because it isn't a major factor to the storyline, I may as well tell you that he was sent to live with his uncle, who was a Colonel in the army and raised him as his own son. He, in turn, sent Orson to military school, and the rest is history.

But what a crazy week this week. Especially Monday. Geez.
You know, I almost, almost, ALMOST went to Virginia Tech for school, so I felt really dazed for awhile. My mom's friend's husband was one of the professors killed that day. They have three kids. What is there to tell them? Those people are really going through hell right now, and my heart and my prayers really go out to them. Please keep them in yours too, guys.

But seriously, what on earth could make a kid turn into such a disturbed, crazy person like that? Why would anyone just be consumed with the desire just to hurt other people for no reason at all other than they were “rich”? How? Heck, what can you even say to make someone feel any better about it? What can you do?

…

Cheeko out.