Gillo’s Blog

This is a writing exercise in which we had to put ourselves into the mind of another and write, in first person, their experience. That’s how I saw it anyway. I was happy with how mine turned out.
It’s about a female who wakes up, tied to a chair and has no recollection of who she is or how she got there.

Oowww. My head feels like it’s gonna explode. What did I do last night? Hold on, where am I? I can’t seem to remember anything. My name…. Not even my own name. What can I remember? I’m female. No idea how old I am or what I look like. I can’t see much. I’m in a room. That’s about all I can tell. Everything keeps spinning. Everything’s blurry. Everything hurts.

Maybe if I stand up and walk around a bit I might get my bearings back and I can try to make a little sense out of all this. Oh. Ok great. I just noticed I’m tied to a chair. My hands are lashed together behind me and another rope across my chest holds me to the chair. Even my legs are bound.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. What the fuck is going on? What the fuck am I supposed to do? Scream. Yeah, screaming sounds like a good idea. I open my mouth to yell but I can barely let out more than a whisper. My throat is burning. My lips are dry and cracked. I can barely even breathe properly. The rope across my chest is squeezing my lungs.

I’m too weak to move. I’d try to bounce the chair across the room but I barely have the energy to lift my head. No. I have to try. I have to get the hell out of here. I have to get help. It takes all my energy to heave myself forwards and scrape the chair about an inch across the hard concrete floor.

I lose my balance and tumble to the ground, chair and all. With nothing to slow or stop my fall, my heads slams hard against the ground. Before I lose consciousness and succumb to the creeping darkness around me, I feel warm blood trickling down my head. Then nothing.

Here is my first attempt at inserting an image into my blog site.
It is a screen capture of my storyboard from my dialogue project.

To tell you the truth, I’m not the best at script writing/screen writing. It’s not something I’m particularly adept at because it doesn’t interest me. However I’ve always had an interest in coming up with story ideas and writing in more of a novel style. Mostly in a fantasy genre, having grown up reading Harry Potter and Deltora Quest. But I’ve begun thinking of a new one about a character who’s your classic “evil genius” archetype.

If anyone would like to get in contact with Mark, here is his web address:

www.aprimevisual.com.au

My first attempt at embedding video using the dialogue project from Multimedia. Hope it works…

1. The set up:

Man walking along park/beach finds two men dragging a third (P), between them. He fights the two men off and carries P back to his house. P wakes up at mans house, having no recollection of who he is/what has happened.

2. Inciting Incident

He has had a vivid dream in which he was imprisoned in a dark cell.

3. Act 1 TP

P walks back to the park in hopes of getting his memory back. He is attacked by assassins and he runs away. Ending up in a dark alleyway, P finds himself alone.

4. Midpoint

He crawls into a corner and hides himself from the world. Alone and lost, P loses all hope. He finds his way back to the mans house and collapses at the door. Man tries to comfort P but P pushes him away. Telling him that he has no idea how it feels to have nothing and to constantly be afraid. Large conflict between P and man. Man gives P hope.

5. Act 2 TP

P goes back to the park and again, the assassins appear. But he doesn’t run. He fights. After a brief battle, P is victorious and forces the assassins to tell him why they want him dead. They tell that he was kidnapped from the leader of a rival gang of assassins to be held for ransom. After tracking down his fathers gang, P learns his name “James” and is reunited with his family.

6. Climax

James’ father jumps in front of knife, headed for James. Dies in his arms. Rival gang has appeared to fight. He fends off assassins and heads for the leader. He jumps and stabs the leader with his own knife.

7. Resolution

Fathers funeral. James put flowers on the grave.

Hi.

This is my first blog… ever.

I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing so i hope this works.

 
My name is Thomas Gillin. Most of my friends call me Gillo. I’m 18 going on 3 and I’m staying with my grandparents while doing this course. I come from East Gippsland and I usually head back home on weekends to see my family and friends.

I’m in the Advanced Diploma of Multimedia here at Chisholm. I’m really into animation and web design but am open to other subjects such as video and image design. Yay! Go me!