I started writing down the scenario for my in progress manga, I Shot the Sheriff. I'll post a few excerpt here from time to time. Feel free to comment, it'll help me get it just right! The first chapter present the heroine of the story, Carmine Crimson:



Chapter 1: The Giraffe and the Roly-Poly

''There are so many things we don't know, but also just as much we do know, but lie ourselves about.''
Has everything I ever stood for in my life could’ve only brought me where I am today? I don’t want to believe that this is the best I could’ve accomplished even with the crummy cards I was dealt with. And crummy these cards were indeed. Understand me now; I am in no way complaining, the ways of the goddess Azure are mysterious for us mere humans after all.

I was deep in my thoughts, sitting in one of the prisoner confinement cabins on the 11-23 (that’s what we call the train line that links the big city of Grand City with the smaller peripheral villages), my prisoner snuggly shackled up and sleeping next to me.

Taking a quick glance at him, my thoughts continued drifting; was it the best he could do with his cards also? I want to believe that by my capturing him, I was at least a tool of Azure into bringing this heathen back to her beautiful light of righteousness!

I instinctively reached for my diary in my satchel and started writing down some of the thoughts I managed to translate into words. It didn’t have to make sense, nobody else but me will ever see this anyway. This little book contains the sum of all I did up to now in my life. The temple to my inner most secret thoughts, experiences and witty observations…
I was still in a semi-daze, absently scribbling away in my diary when the train reached the central station of Grand City.

I quickly snapped out of it, picked up my things and methodically proceeded to wake up my unwilling companion with a few vigorous slaps (or were they bitch slaps? Mmmm… would it imply that the giving end is a bitch or is it the receiving end?).
 
He abruptly woke up, cursing my name a few times, but I felt it was more for the form rather than a sincere attack on my person; he knew as well as me that he was guilty and that the best thing that could happen is to be locked up for a while and accept Azure in his heart.

We headed for the exit. After helping him get out of the train, I quickly glanced around me. It was a very busy day today at the station, lots of people arriving from the nearby villages for so many different reasons: buying or selling stuff, enjoying Grand City’s legendary nightlife, seeking jobs to help their families back home, etc. The reasons are as numerous as there are people here. And then you have people like me.

I am a bounty hunter. Not the sleazy type one, no. I am an official accredited bounty hunter affiliated to the Grand City State Marshall precinct. The relationship between hunters and Marshalls is professional and courteous at best and quite hateful at worse. You see, the State Marshalls are the official law enforcing corps all over the world and thus of our very own state called Palencia. State Marshalls are a military-like organization and don’t mess with the law at all.

Conversely, we bounty hunters tend to be a bit less respectful of these laws, but always manage to complete our jobs without too much collateral damage depending on the bounty. In our troubled times, I guess we are a necessity; often going further then the stick in the mud boy scout Marshalls in order to catch any criminal scum. So, for now, we still have a purpose in society…

(to be continued)