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Am I too late for the party? Ahahaha, I'm super tired right now but I really wanted to finish this =w=

Might decide on starting up a part two or something tomorrow but if not then I'll write how this plays out in the description tomorrow. I'll also count the dust tomorrow.

UNTIL THEN YOU GUYS ARE JUST GONNA HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO THE MUTE BBY!!

Anyways! Let me show you how many references I used for this shit!

References:
Sketchdump March 2015 - 01 [gesture drawing]
Sailor FAIL 4
Varied Male Pose Pack 7 - F2U
Varied Sitting Poses Pose Pack - F2U

The guy Jacob's drawing is Santiago and he belongs to the lovely

Update: Just gonna write what happens next .w. My hand still kinda hurts from drawing all this. Gonna start from the beginning cause idk where else to start.

Jacob was used to this. Walking home, ignoring the world around him as he scribbled in his notebook. Occasionally insults involving a number of profanities would be thrown at him. He didn't care. After all, he'd spent seventeen years living in the shadow of the rumors surrounding him and his family. It was just another day. Then again, with how tense things had been thanks to Mr. Jackass, as he'd heard quite a few people call him, Jacob knew he needed to keep low. As a result he'd figured taking the more quiet rout home, moving through the back allies of New Ironstead and avoiding eye contact with whatever soul passed.

Unfortunately he's presence didn't go unnoticed as a group of older teenagers began calling out to him while he passed. Knowing well that the wiser decision would be to ignore them and keep walking Jacob didn't bother looking up from his sketch. It was his first mistake.

He would leave the teens behind only by a few feet before feeling a sharp impact upon his skull. Letting out a silent cry of pain the lad fell, dropping his notebook as laughter echoed behind him. Glancing back for a second the boy reached up to rub the back of his head. A bit of blood sticking to his fingers as he then reached for his belongings.

Yet upon hearing that there was another assault approaching Jacob quickly jumped to the side in time to watch as a bottle smashed against the ground where he had been. Feeling his heart rate increase Jacob stashed his book in his coat before jumping to his feet and breaking into a sprint. Perhaps he should have taken the more crowded route home after all. Turning the corner Jacob hopped up to grab the ledge of the wall before him in an attempt to get away. He would have succeeded too were it not for his coat.

Feeling hands grab at the fabric Jacob let out another silent cry as he was thrown to the ground. Once again hitting his head, his glasses flying off from the impact. Letting out a small hiss of pain he looked to the three figures before him. His eyes wide with fear and his mind going blank as he noticed the storm swiftly approaching behind them.

Knowing that he was in trouble, the boy moved to get back up only to be knocked down again as the largest of the trio's foot connected with his stomach. Leaving the lad gasping for air as he attempted to keep his insides from coming out. "What's a matter Gennie?," the elder boy teased as he moved to kick Jacob again, this time in his chest "I thought you synthetics were s'pose to be strong!"

Managing to sit up slightly, Jacob couldn't stop the blood which poured from his mouth. A crimson colored stain appearing on his shirt as one of many broken ribs punctured through his skin. "Aw man, he's dyin' already?," the second boy whined, as though he were disappointed they couldn't torture him for longer "He must be a defective or somethin'."

"Guys, that storm's gettin' kinda close.," the only female of the group said as she finally noticed the dust swirling around them.

"Don't worry we got some time.," he larger scoffed as he stomped upon Jacob's leg "Well, you two just gonna stand there or you gonna help me finish this guy off?"

At this Jacob's eyes widened. Finish...? Were they...? No, no surely tensions hadn't escalated so! Then again, humans were such emotional creatures. Reaching down the lad gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and when the older male moved to kick him again Jacob would draw the blade. The laser activating upon leaving it's sheath. Cutting right through the bone of the man's leg as well as digging into his torso a ways before the boy pulled back.

Jacob froze for a moment which seemed to last hours. Watching in shock as the boy's body hit the ground. Blood staining the concrete and his shoes. He... He hadn't meant to... He didn't want to... He hadn't meant to cut that deep.

Blinking in confusion the lad realized the girl was screaming. Looking to her he opened his mouth as if for a silent apology but the boy wouldn't get the chance as the other teen still standing slammed into his frame. "Bastard!," he screamed. Knocking Jacob to the ground and effectively landing blow after blow upon the lad's face and torso. At first the brunette tried to squirm away or perhaps push the other off of him but it was no use. The world was becoming nothing more than an orange blur as the storm grew ever closer. Soon engulfing them as the Jacob's world turned black.

OH BOY! THIS IS FUN! Guess you could consider this an RP starter if you want .w. Someone pls save the bby before he gets beaten to death.

Dust tally:
Half-body = 20 x 3 = 60 ozs
Headshot = 15 x 2 = 30 ozs
Full-body = 25 x 2 = 50 ozs
Simple background = 5 x 6 = 30 ozs
Complex background = 10 x 2 = 20 ozs
500-1000 words = 20 ozs
On time = 15

TOTAL = 225 ozs + 1 Low Stat Pack

PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG OR THE TOTAL DOESN'T SEEM RIGHT!!

Description
Am I too late for the party? Ahahaha, I'm super tired right now but I really wanted to finish this =w=

Might decide on starting up a part two or something tomorrow but if not then I'll write how this plays out in the description tomorrow. I'll also count the dust tomorrow.

UNTIL THEN YOU GUYS ARE JUST GONNA HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO THE MUTE BBY!!

Anyways! Let me show you how many references I used for this shit!

References:
Sketchdump March 2015 - 01 [gesture drawing]
Sailor FAIL 4
Varied Male Pose Pack 7 - F2U
Varied Sitting Poses Pose Pack - F2U

The guy Jacob's drawing is Santiago and he belongs to the lovely

Update: Just gonna write what happens next .w. My hand still kinda hurts from drawing all this. Gonna start from the beginning cause idk where else to start.

Jacob was used to this. Walking home, ignoring the world around him as he scribbled in his notebook. Occasionally insults involving a number of profanities would be thrown at him. He didn't care. After all, he'd spent seventeen years living in the shadow of the rumors surrounding him and his family. It was just another day. Then again, with how tense things had been thanks to Mr. Jackass, as he'd heard quite a few people call him, Jacob knew he needed to keep low. As a result he'd figured taking the more quiet rout home, moving through the back allies of New Ironstead and avoiding eye contact with whatever soul passed.

Unfortunately he's presence didn't go unnoticed as a group of older teenagers began calling out to him while he passed. Knowing well that the wiser decision would be to ignore them and keep walking Jacob didn't bother looking up from his sketch. It was his first mistake.

He would leave the teens behind only by a few feet before feeling a sharp impact upon his skull. Letting out a silent cry of pain the lad fell, dropping his notebook as laughter echoed behind him. Glancing back for a second the boy reached up to rub the back of his head. A bit of blood sticking to his fingers as he then reached for his belongings.

Yet upon hearing that there was another assault approaching Jacob quickly jumped to the side in time to watch as a bottle smashed against the ground where he had been. Feeling his heart rate increase Jacob stashed his book in his coat before jumping to his feet and breaking into a sprint. Perhaps he should have taken the more crowded route home after all. Turning the corner Jacob hopped up to grab the ledge of the wall before him in an attempt to get away. He would have succeeded too were it not for his coat.

Feeling hands grab at the fabric Jacob let out another silent cry as he was thrown to the ground. Once again hitting his head, his glasses flying off from the impact. Letting out a small hiss of pain he looked to the three figures before him. His eyes wide with fear and his mind going blank as he noticed the storm swiftly approaching behind them.

Knowing that he was in trouble, the boy moved to get back up only to be knocked down again as the largest of the trio's foot connected with his stomach. Leaving the lad gasping for air as he attempted to keep his insides from coming out. "What's a matter Gennie?," the elder boy teased as he moved to kick Jacob again, this time in his chest "I thought you synthetics were s'pose to be strong!"

Managing to sit up slightly, Jacob couldn't stop the blood which poured from his mouth. A crimson colored stain appearing on his shirt as one of many broken ribs punctured through his skin. "Aw man, he's dyin' already?," the second boy whined, as though he were disappointed they couldn't torture him for longer "He must be a defective or somethin'."

"Guys, that storm's gettin' kinda close.," the only female of the group said as she finally noticed the dust swirling around them.

"Don't worry we got some time.," he larger scoffed as he stomped upon Jacob's leg "Well, you two just gonna stand there or you gonna help me finish this guy off?"

At this Jacob's eyes widened. Finish...? Were they...? No, no surely tensions hadn't escalated so! Then again, humans were such emotional creatures. Reaching down the lad gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and when the older male moved to kick him again Jacob would draw the blade. The laser activating upon leaving it's sheath. Cutting right through the bone of the man's leg as well as digging into his torso a ways before the boy pulled back.

Jacob froze for a moment which seemed to last hours. Watching in shock as the boy's body hit the ground. Blood staining the concrete and his shoes. He... He hadn't meant to... He didn't want to... He hadn't meant to cut that deep.

Blinking in confusion the lad realized the girl was screaming. Looking to her he opened his mouth as if for a silent apology but the boy wouldn't get the chance as the other teen still standing slammed into his frame. "Bastard!," he screamed. Knocking Jacob to the ground and effectively landing blow after blow upon the lad's face and torso. At first the brunette tried to squirm away or perhaps push the other off of him but it was no use. The world was becoming nothing more than an orange blur as the storm grew ever closer. Soon engulfing them as the Jacob's world turned black.

OH BOY! THIS IS FUN! Guess you could consider this an RP starter if you want .w. Someone pls save the bby before he gets beaten to death.

Dust tally:
Half-body = 20 x 3 = 60 ozs
Headshot = 15 x 2 = 30 ozs
Full-body = 25 x 2 = 50 ozs
Simple background = 5 x 6 = 30 ozs
Complex background = 10 x 2 = 20 ozs
500-1000 words = 20 ozs
On time = 15

TOTAL = 225 ozs + 1 Low Stat Pack

PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG OR THE TOTAL DOESN'T SEEM RIGHT!!