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Janet and Duke had had a hard month. Three bomb threats, a drug ring, and a shootout or two downtown. Terrorists and local gangs were giving them hell. so after things finally started to quiet down, Duke said to Janet "Let me take you to this new techno club that just opened up. that should be fun." Janet, susceptible but willing to believe in having fun in a public location, agreed.
That night Duke drove up and dropped her off at the door. "I'll be right back as soon as I park the car." he says, and drives away. she stands there wearing a tubetop with straps about her arms, a pair of black latex pants hugging her legs and a pair of big black boots. It's a techno club after all, and she wants to fit in. She also has a small bag with her, in case things get ugly.
And as luck would have it, no sooner does she try to get inside, the bouncer gets in her way.
"Nope, ya's against da rules." he grunts at her. Frustrated and conrfused, she asks him.
"What rules?" the big burly bouncer jabs his finger towards an ornate sign on the wall nearby.
"No monsters." he reads from the sign. "You's can't come in. Dem's the breaks. you try to make something of it and I call the cops." She stands there eyes wide and unbelieving. Her jaw moves but no words come out, unable to find something to say. She looks behind herself then, noticing a line of patrons for the club had formed, all of them giving her a look of iritation or disgust. The bouncer sees them as well and grabs her by the shoulder, shoving her roughly out of they way. "Git with ya!" he growls at her, sending her stumbling.
She stands there disbelieving for a moment longer. She feels the pain, the rejection, the tears threatening to come up. She could have saved some of those peoples lives in that month of hell. but still...
She refuses to make a scene, turning quickly and slinking over to lean against the wall under the rules sign. She opens that bag she carried with her and tugs on the green hoody she always wears, and her black gloves. the clothing she always wears when she doesn't want people to see her. So she can act invisible. bathed in the glow of the rules sign, and the red neon sign over the club door, the monster weeps for her lost humanity in silence, waiting for Duke to return so they can turn around and go home...
I like the little story I wrote behind this one, and the grammar errors wouldn't be so numerous if I had taken more time to write it. ^_^; I honestly am not really that fond of the picture itself. Coloring pencils are hard to get a nice even color with. I'm very happy with how Janet came out, both the inks and hte color. but the rest of the image looks like an eyesore to me. oh well.
Colored pencil and micron pens on sketchbook paper. Janet Green Copyright PGF/Pogiforce
That night Duke drove up and dropped her off at the door. "I'll be right back as soon as I park the car." he says, and drives away. she stands there wearing a tubetop with straps about her arms, a pair of black latex pants hugging her legs and a pair of big black boots. It's a techno club after all, and she wants to fit in. She also has a small bag with her, in case things get ugly.
And as luck would have it, no sooner does she try to get inside, the bouncer gets in her way.
"Nope, ya's against da rules." he grunts at her. Frustrated and conrfused, she asks him.
"What rules?" the big burly bouncer jabs his finger towards an ornate sign on the wall nearby.
"No monsters." he reads from the sign. "You's can't come in. Dem's the breaks. you try to make something of it and I call the cops." She stands there eyes wide and unbelieving. Her jaw moves but no words come out, unable to find something to say. She looks behind herself then, noticing a line of patrons for the club had formed, all of them giving her a look of iritation or disgust. The bouncer sees them as well and grabs her by the shoulder, shoving her roughly out of they way. "Git with ya!" he growls at her, sending her stumbling.
She stands there disbelieving for a moment longer. She feels the pain, the rejection, the tears threatening to come up. She could have saved some of those peoples lives in that month of hell. but still...
She refuses to make a scene, turning quickly and slinking over to lean against the wall under the rules sign. She opens that bag she carried with her and tugs on the green hoody she always wears, and her black gloves. the clothing she always wears when she doesn't want people to see her. So she can act invisible. bathed in the glow of the rules sign, and the red neon sign over the club door, the monster weeps for her lost humanity in silence, waiting for Duke to return so they can turn around and go home...
I like the little story I wrote behind this one, and the grammar errors wouldn't be so numerous if I had taken more time to write it. ^_^; I honestly am not really that fond of the picture itself. Coloring pencils are hard to get a nice even color with. I'm very happy with how Janet came out, both the inks and hte color. but the rest of the image looks like an eyesore to me. oh well.
Colored pencil and micron pens on sketchbook paper. Janet Green Copyright PGF/Pogiforce
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Lizard
Size 600 x 807px
File Size 438 kB
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