Moar Shane

Character Chart
Character's full name: H7BITLZ99
Reason or meaning of name: It's his serial code from his project number.
Character's nickname: Light.
Reason for nickname: That was what he was called by the Scientists working on him.
Birth date: 31st Dec.
Theme: Average Man by Obie Trice.

Physical appearance
Age: A little under 7 months.
How old does he/she appear: 15.
Weight: It depends. Generally about 45 pounds.
Height: 3"4.
Body build: Anorexic, but he has a slight, lean muscle on him.
Shape of face: n/a.
Eye colour: Sickly, glowing yellow.
Glasses or contacts: None.
Skin tone: Light grey.
Distinguishing...

The young girl held her breath for the longest time she had ever done so. Her lungs were beginning to hurt, her head began to swirl, and her sight blurred. The tension in the air was thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. The light shone on the girl's face from the crack in the closet door.  
 She had no idea what was going on, and she'd rather it stay that way. She honestly didn't want to witness what was happening. Why were these strange men in her home? Why were they pointing loaded guns at her parents? Did they know where she was, hiding in the closet and peeking through the...

My VCD teacher, don't get me wrong, she's an okay person. In VCD I have a habit of not trying my hardest, though. And she knows. So she's always trying to get me to try harder with my technical drawing.

So I decided to do a huge 'FUCK YOU' drawing for her.

That was about a week ago. I was planning the picture that entire time, as I always do when deciding on a full-scale project.

Two days ago I started sketching. I've finished the sketch now. And I am happy with it. VERY happy with it.

It's Grant Theft Auto IV fanart. I've never played GTA IV, I only have Vice City, but it looks pretty cool. So...

WARNING: Showers


 Light sighed. That lunch happened two days ago... And he hadn't seen her since. He found out that Red's name was Jason, but he refused to address him as such. He also found out Chicken's name was Ezekiel, and, much to Chicken's dismay, he used said name. He sat on the slab of concrete that jutted from the wall (which was his bed), and picked at his itchy, ugly jumpsuit. That's when the intercom system buzzed to life. 
 "Inmates in the 'H' block report to the West Wing," Sid's voice, though fuzzy, rang loud throughout the cell division. Light looked down at his sleeve, and...

She could only pick at her food. Her stomach couldn't take it, after the beating it took. She had indeed executed that tyrannical bastard, but it didn't sit right with her. It's what she hated about this job.... She had a conscience. She hated killing the inmates, especially the ones she befriended. Her thoughts transferred to Light, and she shuddered. She didn't want to kill him, either. 
 Nicholaus, a guard at her table and very good friend, looked up at her shudder. "You OK, Sadaris?" he asked. Whenever it was a question about her health, they used her last name. They all knew her first...

 A shrill scream echoed through the dark prison. Demands and threats could be heard, with arguments entwined into the speech. Harsh fighting noises could also be heard if you listened well enough.
 The small woman lie on the floor, blood leaking from her mouth in a steady stream. With her eyes half-lidded, she curled up onto her knees and clutched her stomach in pain. The burly attacker just growled. 
 "For an executioner, you're really weak," he whispered in an emotionless voice. "I'm not surprised, though. You're a damn twig."
 The woman smiled wickedly with some of her last reserves of...