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Claire wasn't sure if he had heard her, because her attention was captured by a sudden harsh gasp and she looked away from the packet and turned around just in time to see the plastic cup of remaining smoothie drop from Jacky's hands and splatter the fruity drink all over the linoleum tile and across his feet. He didn't seem to notice the fumble, as his eyes were fixed on something in the adjacent waiting room that appeared to be upsetting him.
"... Jacky?" Claire said cautiously as he didn't respond and he stepped into the waiting room, eyes locked on a mounted television in the corner. "Jacky, what are you doing?"
He didn't even look at her, and it was starting to get a little troubling. His eyes were wide, his shoulders slack, arms hanging limply, and his head tilted upward at the screen as he got closer to the corner, completely oblivious to the other people in the waiting room, who were just as perplexed by his behavior as she was.
There was a local news report being broadcast live, about something that had happened the night prior. Witnesses were giving thier frantic accounts of the event, and grainy surveillance footage corroborated the statements.
The unmistakable sign behind some of those interviewed showed that this building was "Whiffle Boy Entertainment".
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A bit from Chapter 1 of “Temporal ” in which Jacky sees the news coverage of the prior days, which happens to be the part of his memory that he can’t recall at all.

I had a bit of trouble with this illustration, as the initial attempts were janky and didn’t work as a long shot without messing up the angle of his face, so I eventually decided to jam the “camera” in his face to get the focus on the expression. As you may notice, Jacky looks pretty banged up here. Being through out of a third story window and landing on the right side of his head will do that to a guy. The scuffs will eventually smooth off his beak, but you can see where those two scars come from now, as that’s where he landed and what was stitched up...

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Claire wasn't sure if he had heard her, because her attention was captured by a sudden harsh gasp and she looked away from the packet and turned around just in time to see the plastic cup of remaining smoothie drop from Jacky's hands and splatter the fruity drink all over the linoleum tile and across his feet. He didn't seem to notice the fumble, as his eyes were fixed on something in the adjacent waiting room that appeared to be upsetting him.
"... Jacky?" Claire said cautiously as he didn't respond and he stepped into the waiting room, eyes locked on a mounted television in the corner. "Jacky, what are you doing?"
He didn't even look at her, and it was starting to get a little troubling. His eyes were wide, his shoulders slack, arms hanging limply, and his head tilted upward at the screen as he got closer to the corner, completely oblivious to the other people in the waiting room, who were just as perplexed by his behavior as she was.
There was a local news report being broadcast live, about something that had happened the night prior. Witnesses were giving thier frantic accounts of the event, and grainy surveillance footage corroborated the statements.
The unmistakable sign behind some of those interviewed showed that this building was "Whiffle Boy Entertainment".
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A bit from Chapter 1 of “Temporal ” in which Jacky sees the news coverage of the prior days, which happens to be the part of his memory that he can’t recall at all.

I had a bit of trouble with this illustration, as the initial attempts were janky and didn’t work as a long shot without messing up the angle of his face, so I eventually decided to jam the “camera” in his face to get the focus on the expression. As you may notice, Jacky looks pretty banged up here. Being through out of a third story window and landing on the right side of his head will do that to a guy. The scuffs will eventually smooth off his beak, but you can see where those two scars come from now, as that’s where he landed and what was stitched up...