Rage Racer #1: Seething Start (The whole shebang)

Characters mentioned:
Rage Racer: http://the-conservatory.wikia.com/wiki/Rage_Racer
Sanguianna: http://the-conservatory.wikia.com/wiki/Sanguianna
Bankman: Where the fuck’s the wiki?
Doctor /Co/ccult: http://the-conservatory.wikia.com/wiki/Doctor_/Co/ccult




The panel opens up with a look at Rowan Racer, impatiently sitting in a taxi. He is a scrawny man, average height, black hair, dark eyes, and wearing a red dress shirt and black dress pants, now disheveled due to previous events. Rowan is looking ahead to what's in front of the taxi.

Caption: Somewhere in Vex City, 10:16 am

Rowan (thought): Shit, shit, shit, shit.


He's reached his destination. The driver is informing Rowan as he starts to gather his things. An enclosed envelope, a brightly colored lottery ticket, a cellphone showing no battery. Rowan thanks the driver carelessly.

Taxi: This is the place.

ROWAN: Thanks.


Rowan is making his way out the door. The taxi driver tries to make a bit of small talk.

TAXI: Don't thank me, Thank the Comrades for the free taxi rides.


Rowan has his head sticking in the door, responding coldly to the driver.

ROWAN: I'll thank the Comrades when they can come here without destroying the entire subway system.


Rowan has now slammed the door shut. We end with the drivers reaction.

SFX:*SLAM*

TAXI: ...Jesus.


Rowan now jogs to his work, trying to keep his attire in check, Making for the door.

ROWAN (THOUGHT): Maybe I can still salvage this, just gotta keep it cool.



Finally inside, Rowan apologizes for his tardiness, with his boss immediately interrupting him. The boss is a shorter, fatter man with balding brown hair, his 4 top hairs in a comb over. He looks like he was born with an unimpressed look on his face.

ROWAN: Sorry I'm l-

BOSS: Late. And by 17 minutes, too.


Rowan is now pinching his nose bridge, his annoyance is already bubbling. Regardless, he tries to plead his case to his uncaring boss.

ROWAN: Sir, I take the subway. I was late because Sag-

BOSS: When Sanguianna so bravely defeated took down the physical evil of the city that was planning to use the subway tunnels to sink the city.


Rowan is now physically turning pink, his anger increasing. The boss is staring to turn away, going back to more important things.

ROWAN: Yeah, and she saved the day, with only the whole system destroyed.

BOSS: Well if you have a problem with how the comrades work you can file a complaint. The fact of the matter is you didn't even call to let us know you'd be late.


Rowan is now reeling back a bit,even he knows he's losing ground on the argument. The boss continues to walk. the conversation is getting attention from the cubicle workers.

ROWAN: W-well, I couldn't charge my phone.

BOSS: And that's because?


Rowan is now ceasing to keep up with the boss as Rowans problems are now made apparent. The Boss leaves with a jab at Rowan. The cubicle onlookers are starting to giggle.

ROWAN: Because I couldn't pay off my bills.

BOSS: And you thought a guy who can't keep track of his bills is auditor material?


Rowan has now stopped moving, with the boss off panel ending the conversation. Rowan has a face of defeat. The cubicle onlookers have gone on back to work, except for one asshole.

BOSS: Get back to work, Rowan.



It’s now a short while later, and Rowan is in his designated cubicle, a very cluttered setup full of file cabinets half open brimming with files and folders. He’s typing away at the keyboard as Darren is making his way into the workspace, ready to heckle Rowan.

Caption: Later...

DARREN: Heyyy, Rowan.

ROWAN: Not now, Darren.


Darren is now looming over Rowans shoulder, Rowan hunching down to try and ignore him.

DARREN: I heard you didn’t get that promotion.

ROWAN: You and everyone else.

DARREN: It wouldn’t be the same one that Tom got today, would it?


Rowan snaps up to Darren, surprised by the news. Darren steps back and plays innocent, like the taint of life he is.

ROWAN: Tom?!

DARREN: Yeah. You got him this gig in the first place, right? Man, I’d be furious that a guy working less time got my promotion, wouldn’t you?


Rowan realizes Darren is trying to get to him, and swivels around to get back to work. Dareen, however, is determined to see Rowan angry.

ROWAN: ...Of course not.

DARREN: Oh c’mon, man. You need to let loose. I can tell.


Rowan is now at his desk, continuing his work with. Daren is now leaning on one of Rowan’s filing cabinet.

ROWAN: ...

DARREN: Oh, I guess your right. Can’t blame anyone but yourself.



We are viewing the scene behind Rowan’s computer, with Rowan now continuing work on his computer, the typing audible. Darren is still visible in the back, still leaning on the cabinet.

DARREN: I mean, how hard would it be to keep a phone charged today, really?

SFX: *tic tic tic tic tic tic*


Darren makes his way closer to Rowan, who is having the words get to him as his typing becomes louder.

DARREN: I mean you need to save your money better, if you can’t keep up your electricity.

SFX: *tak tak tak tak tak*


Darren is now right above Rowan, a shit eating grin as he watches Rowan’s face contort in rage, his typing now loud to cover some of the background.

DARREN: Maybe you could save some money if you didn’t spend it on anger classes and dealt with your anger like a normal person.

SFX: *TAKA TAKA TAKA TAKA TAKA TAKA*


The scene cuts to just outside Rowans cubicle, with Rowan throwing Darren across the hall, face bright pink. Darren laughs as he takes joy in getting to Rowan.

Caption: Shortly...

SFX: *Thud*

DARREN: Ha Hah! His face matches his shirt!


Rowan picks up smiling Darren by his collar with his head turning to the Boss and Tom talking from off panel.

TOM: Dude! What’re you doing!?

BOSS: Rowan.


The panel ends with Rowan and Darren, looking up to the boss and Tom behind them. Tom is carrying his stuff, moving from his old cubicle. Tom is a blond guy with a light blue shirt.

BOSS: I think you should take the day off.



At the corner store, Rowan vents his frustration to the unlucky ear of the store owner.

Caption: Corner store close to Rowan's apartment.

ROWAN: And the jackass has the gall to think I’m the one that started shit.

STORE OWNER: Mm-hm.

ROWAN: I’m pretty sure he’s mad since he thinks I hate the heroes.

STORE OWNER: You don’t? you’re going on with them wrecking the subway.


Rowan changes to a more annoyed stance, having to explaining to this guy his thought process.

ROWAN: No, the supers are fine, just wish they could save the day with a little more finesse. Your store is still reeling from the road wreck from Doctor /Co/ccult punching that demon in the face, right?

STORE OWNER: Hey now, that was good for: business!

ROWAN: For the first week, now people avoid this road to keep their axles intact. And this used to be a busy street. I’m just saying it’d be nice if there was hero from here, that knew the lasting impact wrecking shit has.


Rowan ends his rant (may remove later, seems long for a single panel.) as he requests the owner turn on the radio, pulling out his lottery ticket from his pocket.

STORE OWNER: Like you, Mr. Concerned citizen?

ROWAN: Someone. The /Co/marades are working hard enough as is. Hey, turn on the TV. The Bank Man drawing should be starting.


The two now are looking at the TV behind the store owner. It’s a small flat screen, with an impressive stack of loose papers balanced on it. On the screen is Bank Man, fanning himself with $100 bills. Rowan holds the ticket, ready to compare the numbers

BANK MAN: -all know, money CAN solve your problems. You know the game, match any number in the proper order, win some cash. Match them all for the jackpot. The numbers today are...



Rowan is getting excited as more and more numbers start to match his ticket. The store owner is shocked, witnessing a potential big winner.

BANK MAN: 89,77,79

ROWAN: No, way!

BANK MAN: 79, 84...

STORE OWNER: Whoa.

ROWAN: Just need a...

BANK MAN: And the final number...


The last number is called, Rowan to excited for what happens.
.
ROWAN: 63!

BANK MAN: 64!




The Store owner congratulates Rowan on winning cash, opening the register. Rowan looks a bit empty as the anger boils in him.

STORE OWNER: Hey congrats, man. You missed the last one but you still won, what, $150? Let me get that for you and...



Rowan begins to chimp out, he’s even angrier than earlier, face even redder, knocking shit over. The store owner is shocked to see Rowan like this, almost cowering behind the register.

ROWAN: GOD DAMMIT I WAS SO CLOSE!


Outside of the store, Rowan is outside trying to apologize, money in hand. The store owner is slamming the door on him, wanting to get this freak out of the store.

Caption: Afterward...

ROWAN: C’mon, man I said I’m sorry. I’ll help you clean up.

STORE OWNER: Uh-uh. If this is what you’re like when you win something, your boss was crazy not to fire you. Take your money and leave!

SFX: *SLAM*


Rowan walks the street, stuffing the money into his pocket. As he walk the construction crew is still fixing the road, with some of the silhouette of the demon still imprinted.

ROWAN (THOUGHT): Crap, what do I do now? I’m still short on cash and the land lady is getting impatient. I need something.


Rowan kinda reels as a thought comes to his head, pulling the envelope from earlier, opening up the flap.

ROWAN (THOUGHT) Well, there is that letter from yesterday. Looked like easy cash, but...


The panel shows the contents of the envelope. With a nauseous amount of neon colors, offensive amount of lightning effects, and a tool a man holding an energy drink. The just of the message implies that Rowan is not only a fan of this brand of sports drink, but he’d kill for the chance to try the new flavor before it hits shelves.

ROWAN (THOUGHT): It had to be this? Well...no time to be picky.



At an unmarked building, Rowan is making his way into the door.

ROWAN: Excuse me? I’m here about the taste test thing.


Inside the building proper, we see that the company really rushed this event together. The room is a nice, clean, if uninteresting tile floor, with the decorations of cardboard cutouts, laser lights, girls in fitted dresses, all in the same neon colors as the ones in the letter, harshly contrasting the room, as if they can use them to detract the fact this was a shitty job. One of the girls sees Rowan and walks over to him.

GIRL: Oh, good! If you could just follow me, we’ll walk and talk, get the paperwork filled, and you’ll be out super quick.


The girl leads Rowan down a hall, holding up a clipboard with paperwork, making small talk. Rowan is talking back, but much more focused in signing the paperwork.

GIRL: We’ll just need you to drink the sample, complete a verbal survey, and you’ll get paid.

ROWAN: Alright.

GIRL: We weren’t expecting someone so soon, you must be a big fan.

ROWAN:Uh, not really. More a fan of money.


End of the hall, the girl leads Rowan to a table, where there’s a single table, a man with a clipboard seated across from them, and a cup filled with a "just too bright to be piss" colored liquid.

GIRL: Well, just drink and answer this man’s question and you can get paid quicker.

ROWAN: *Sigh* let’s get this over with.


Now sitting in the chair, Rowan is bringing the drink towards his mouth, the man starts talking to him, even though he hasn’t tasted the drink yet.

CLIPBOARD GUY: So tell me sir...


Rowan is now drinking, his reaction shows he’s not liking it, with his eyes bugging. The clipboard guy, however, is starting his survey.

CLIPBOARD GUY: How’s it taste?



Rowan spits out the offending swill towards the clipboard guy’s face. As clipboard guy wasn’t really paying attention to Rowan, the sudden shower surprises him.

SFX: *PFFFFFT*


Rowan is now livid, his face a white cherry red, Swearing to the ether. The Clipboard guy seems hesitant to interact with Rowan, scared to catch the ire.

ROWAN: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! WHAT’S IN THAT CRAP!?


Rowan continues his rambling. The clipboard guy finally pipes up. not a good move.

ROWAN: WHO THE HELL THOUGHT SALTY WAS A GOOD FLAVOR FOR A DRINK!?

CLIPBOARD GUY: S-so you don’t like it?


With a person to focus his hatred on, Rowan almost drags the clipboard guy across the table by his collar.

ROWAN: AND YOU GUYS COULDN’T BOTHER TO FRIDGE THE DAMN DRINK?! WHAT, DID YOU DRAG IT OUT YOUR CAR AFTER AN HOUR IN THE SUN?!

CLIPBOARD GUY: Sir, please be civil! If you just finish the survey, we can pay you.


Bringing the clipboard guy ever closer, Rowan is visibly losing steam. Something’s up.

ROWAN: OH YOU BETTER...Pay up! Pay for damages...my mouth went through. this day can’t go...any...worse...than


Rowan loses consciousness on the table. The clipboard guy shows concern.

ROWAN: this.

CLIPBOARD GUY: Sir!?



A black panel, You can only see the speech bubbles.

DOCTOR: And we don’t have an ID on him?

NURSE: Nope. Wallet’s gone, phones a brick.

DOCTOR: Christ.


The world opens up, as Rowan begins to wake up.

NURSE: He’s getting up.

DOCTOR: Oh! Sir, how are you feeling?


Rowan is up, wondering where he is.

ROWAN: Ugh, where am I?

DOCTOR: You’re in the hospital. There’s something wrong with your heart.


Rowan sits up, shocked at the news the doctor is to give.

ROWAN: What the hell is up with my heart?!

DOCTOR: Well, we’re not quite sure.


The focus is now on the doctor, showing a picture of Rowan’s surgery, Where his heart should be has a hard, leathery black blob that has sufficed as his heart, until now.

DOCTOR: Your heart seems to be tougher than, well, anyone’s. The problem seems to be it your body can’t work hard enough to keep it going, and it’s been losing steam. We cant replace it, we can’t open it.


Cuts back to Rowan who is finally asked a question.

DOCTOR: Tell me, when have these symptoms started?

ROWAN: Just today.

DOCTOR: Then I have to be honest. At the rate this is progressing, you’re estimated to not live past 12 days.


Rowan has a deadened look as he stares blankly.

ROWAN: Are you...


Same view, but Rowan’s face tenses up.

ROWAN: Are you...



Rowan starts shouting to no one in particular.

ROWAN: FUCKING KIDDING ME?!


The Doctor tries to calm down Rowan, but his anger is on a higher plane, he cannot perceive mere mortals anymore.

DOCTOR: Sir, I understand, but please-

ROWAN: THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING DAY A  HUMAN CAN HAVE!


The doctor thinks he can still get through to Rowan, but is knocked away from the mad lad.

DOCTOR: I need you to calm down- *ugh*

ROWAN: I LOST A PROMOTION, I LOST A JACKPOT, AND NOW I’M GONNA FUCKING DIE!


Zoom on Rowan’s body, as we watch him transform to Rage. Starting from his torso, bulking up.

ROWAN: FUCK THIS!


Focus on his head, his hair igniting.

ROWAN: FUCK EVERYTHING!


Finally showing his face, noticeably sunken and red.

ROWAN: FUCK! FUCK!



Full page Splash. Rowan gains the power of rage, and bursts through his hospital bed, into the open.

ROWAN: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!



Speeding through the streets, Rage Racer finds himself angry at the ludicrousness of it all.

ROWAN (THOUGHT): What the hell is going on? Where am I going?

ROWAN: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA


He makes his way down the road, kicking dust up as he runs god knows where.

ROWAN (THOUGHT): I need to get myself somewhere to think this out.


He skids to a stop as a burning building catches his attention.

ROWAN (THOUGHT): What the-?


The A closer look at the building, with some of the onlookers being audible, calling to people on their part of he sidewalk.

STRANGER 1: HELP! SOMEONE’S STILL IN THERE!

STRANGER 2: The Fire station is taking so long.


The same two guys react to Rowan zipping by as he takes matters into his own hands.

ROWAN: OUTOFTHEFUCKINGWAAAAAAAY!!


Large picture showing Rowan Speeding upstairs as he runs towards the screaming lady.

WOMAN:HEEELP!



Rowan has made his way up to the woman.

WOMAN: Oh someone hel-

ROWAN: OK! I’MHERE! LETSGETOUT!


Rowan starts to pick up the woman who hollers to stop.

WOMAN: NO! STOP!

ROWAN: WHYTHEFUCK-!?


The woman points to a room, crying.

WOMAN: MY BABY IS STILL STUCK IN MY ROOM!

ROWAN: FUUUUUUUU-


Rowan zigs out and zags back into the frame, holding a baby over his shoulder. The woman is overjoyed.

ROWAN: ALRIGHTIGOTTHEBABY! LET’SGO!

WOMAN: MY BABY! Oh, thank you so-


Rowan doesn’t have time for this as he throws the woman over his other shoulder and sprints off.

ROWAN: NOTIMELET’SFUCKINGGOOOOOOO!!!


Outside of the burning building, Rowan drops off the baby and mom. The two men standing around rush to Rowan, One getting ready to thank him, the other looking out of frame.

STRANGER 1: Thank you so much, sir!

ROWAN: Whodidthis?


The other man points to a car speeding by.

STRANGER 2: That car, trying to escape the cops.


Rowan zips off to chase the car with the police following behind.

ROWAN: FUUUUUUUUUU-!



Inside the speeding car, Some hooligans are trying to figure out what to do.

SPEEDING RUFFIAN 1: What do we do, man? We're not shaking the cops!

SPEEDING RUFFIAN 2: Just shut up! I’m trying to think!


The driver tries to get a plan together, but in the background we see Rowan running towards them.

SPEEDING RUFFIAN 2: Okay. Maybe we can cut through an alley or something, that’d at least thin the line.

ROWAN: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!


Annoyed, the driver yells at his buddy for Rowans yelling. Rowan, meanwhile, is coming closer.

SPEEDING RUFFIAN 2: Dude, I get you’re freaking out but cut down the noise; I’m trying to think!

ROWAN: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!


The two show some fear as some fucking mad red guy zooms past their right.

SPEEDING RUFFIAN 1: That’s not me.

ROWAN: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!


Outside the car, we see Rowan lifting the front of the car the hooligans flipping the fuck out inside.

ROWAN: SLOWTHEFUCKDOWN!



Rowan Runs the opposite direction, the tires screeching in protest.

SFX: *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*


The car comes to a halt.

SFX: *EEEEEECH*


Rowan’s fists of rage grab the collars of the criminals through the windshield.

SFX: *CRASH*


Dragged out, Rowan holds the criminals up as the police catch up.

SFX: *WEE WOO WEE WOO*


He drops the thugs at a police officers feet. As this goes, Rowan head flame starts to go down.

OFFICER 1: Thanks for the assistance.


The officer tries to get some info on Rowan, while a cop car is in the distance.

OFFICER 1: 'You part of the /co/mrades, kid?

ROWAN: Uh...no I-

SFX : *WEE WOO*


Suddenly, Rowan is hit by the cop car.

SFX: *WEEOOOOOOO*  *THRASH*



The dumb cop gets out his car, checking on Rowan.

OFFICER 1: Oh, SHIT! Are you alright? The brakes weren’t working as good as I’m used to.


Rowan snaps up, his flame bigger than we’ve seen before.

ROWAN: AREYOUKIDDINGMEIOUTTAFUCKING-


The officer and Rowan snap to the distance, a gunshot grabbing their attention.

SFX: *BLAM*

OFFICER 2: ...That came from the bank.


Same shot, sans Rowan as he dashes towards the bank.

SFX: *WHOOSH*

At the bank, we have a large panel showing an edgy looking mother fucker stands in the middle of Vex city's  bank. The walls are lined up with a sprinkling of hostages. He's waving his pistol around to show he's armed.

Caption: Vex City Bank.

Villain: Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to remind you that the Comrades are not in the city presently, my perfect aim can beat any of your surprises. I wouldn't be a hero in your shoes. In fact, I'd stay-


Within the large panel there are smaller panels of the Villain taking shots at hostages, starting with a older man in a suit, hitting just above his head.

VILLAIN: right


The next shot is taken at a mother holding her child, to the side of the child.
VILLAIN: where


One for an old businesses man, just an inch off his hand, reaching for his phone.

VILLAIN: you


Final shot taken at a bank teller, the bullet piercing the glass protecting him.

VILLAIN: are.



The villain makes his way to the  vault, a shaky teller getting ready to open the door.

VILLAIN: Now, I'll just make my withdrawal and make my way out.


The villain shows surprise as the entrance doors burst open off panel

SFX: *WHAM*


A stare down between Rowan and the villain. Rowans anger has him giving his head flame a crackling quality, The villain however only give a disgusted look, thinking he's dealing with a more run of the mill hero.


The villain points his gun at Rowan, unamused of his plans not going his way.

VILLAIN: Listen, kid. I don't care who you are. But I made myself clear. No heroes.


Focus on Rowan, thinking to himself before taking action.

ROWAN (THOUGHT): Christ, this guy has such a punchable face. Time to see if I'm bullet proof.


Rowan dashes towards the villain, ducking under a bullet as he does.


Big panel, view of what the villain sees as he unloads shots after shot, with Rowan appearing closer and closer, until he's almost in front of him.

SFX: *BLAM BLAM BLAM*


As Rowan makes his way to the villain He gives a loud rant. The villain seems unfazed.

ROWAN: WHATTHEFUCKISWRONGWITHYOU?! TRYINGTOSTEALANDTHREATENINGPEOPLESLIVESJUSTFORSOMEFUCKINGCASH?!


The villain unloads his last two rounds under Rowans chin, giving him a shock.

SFX: *BLAM BLAM*


There's a moment of silence as Rowan stands there, the villain showing some concern that Rowan hasn't dropped dead yet.


Rowan spits the two bullets in his face, a little blood following it. The villain is really starting to shake in his boots.


Rowan Continues on his rant, the villains cool facade crumbling as he lost all his tricks and is now dealing with a meta way above his pay grade.

ROWAN: ANDYOUTRYTOFUCKINGSHOOTME?!WHEREDOESASHITEATERLIKEYOUGETTHEFUCKOFF?!

VILLAIN: H-hey guy, I can't understand you. you need to slow down.

Rowan finally let's loose on this fucker. starting with a hook that knocks the guy on his ass.

ROWAN (THOUGHT): How's this for slow?

ROWAN: GET


Next he gives a flurry of punches like Rowan's making a fucking Jojo reference.

ROWAN: THE


Rowan is now running towards the door, dragging the villain by his foot, dragging his face through the floor

ROWAN: FUCK


Finally bursting through the entrance door again, Rowan throws the villain to the wind.

ROWAN: OUUUUUT!


A moment of shock of the people outside, the police and citizens from the apartment fire, as well as the bank hostages peeking from the entrance, looking at the defeated villain knocked out on the street.

Rowan has calmed down, his flame going down to a modest level. A police officer comes up to thank Rowan.

Caption: Later...

OFFICER 1: Well, kid, guess we gotta thank you again.


Before he can answer, one of the hostages start's to question him.

ROWAN: Thank-

Hostage 1: Hey! You were awesome! Where did you get your powers?


Rowan tries to answer before, again, being cut off by one of the Apartment fire witnesses.

ROWAN: I'm not-

STRANGER 2: Why did you think fighting in dress clothes was a good idea?


Rowan can't catch a break as he's interrupted by another person, this time a news reporter.

ROWAN: I-uh..

Reporter: Alan Chafe, Vex city News, Did the /co/mrades send you?


Finally, Rowan can get a word out. the crowd looks shocked at his words.

ROWAN: No! I'm Just a guy from here!


The crowd mumbles to themselves as they process the news.

STRANGER 2: A guy from our town?

HOSTAGE 2: He's from here.

HOSTAGE 1: We got our own hero.


The crowd now starts to close in on Rowan, piling request after request for particular problems in the city. meanwhile the reporter keeps piling questions.

STRANGER 1: Can you help with the homeless problem in the city?

HOSTAGE 3: My Neighbors play their music too loud at night, can you get them to shut it off?

REPORTER: Where's your base of operations?


As the crowds become more rabid, Rowan become miffed.

HOSTAGE 4: My cousin is in a gang and there's war going down. Do something about it!

STRANGER 2: The roads in my neighborhood are filled with potholes, cn you get the mayor to do something?

HOSTAGE 1: A bunch of people are having their mirrors stolen. Could you get them back?

REPORTER:How do you plan to set up connections to help the police?

ROWAN (THOUGHT): I just want to go home and sleep right now.


Rowan really gets annoyed. The reporter point's the microphone to Rowans mouth.

HOSTAGE 2: My Grandma's been seeing things in the retirement home at night. Can you figure it out?

Bank teller: Hey, could you be the bank's official security? We could use someone to keep the people's money safe.

ROWAN (THOUGHT):Just please let me go...

REPORTER: Could I at least get a quote from you?


Finally, the anger takes over as Rowan gives the people he saved, as well as the potential viewers at home, an earfull.

ROWAN: FORFUCKSAKEPEOPLEICAN'TDOEVERYTHINGATONCE! IESPECIALLYCAN'TDOITWITHYOUASSMOUTHSWALLINGMEIN! I'LLGETTOYOURPROBLEMSBUTFORRIGHTNOW-


Finally Rowan Shouts to the sky, so that maybe the gods themselves might hear his demand.

ROWAN: MOOOOOOOOVE!!



The crowd shuffles along, making a space for Rowan.

SFX:*Rustle*


Rowan takes off, towards home. The reporter calls out to him, although late.

REPORTER: Wait!


Final panel, a shot of Rowan running to the distance, With the reporter still trying to get his attention.

REPORTER: What's your name?