By Erica Branum
“Can I see it yet?”
arms…body…just needs a little more here though…
“Rica? You in there?”
perfect…shading should be just about right at this angle…
“Yo!”
“Huh?”
Rica looked up from her sketch pad, puzzled blue eyes meeting with her best friend’s.
“Are you done with that drawing yet?”
“Well, no…”
“Can I see how far you’ve gotten?”
“I dunno, not till’ it’s done, ok?”
Jenn sighed, going back to her playstation.
“Fine, but when you’re done I might still be stuck in mid-battle…I just KNOW I’m coming to an end guy…”
eyes…focused, very little shading…
“Crap! I knew it, man…I didn’t have a chance to heal either!”
hands…clenched…a little more work on the knuckles….man I hate drawing hands…
“Shoot, there goes Zidane…phoenix down…”
mouth…set in a firm line…
“Yes! Limit break!”
face…darkly shaded, too bad I don’t have my charcoals…
“HAH! Rica did you see that!? Garnet hit for over seven hundred!”
neck…very tense, every muscle an extention that reaches out to the shoulders…
“Oh come on, he’s not dead YET?!”
arms curved…not too stiff looking…
“Shoot! There goes Zidane again…don’t I get a chance to heal him?”
weapons…an extension of the arm, flow naturally as possible from the fingertips…
“Ok, this time stay aliv—Noo! Don’t use Blizzaga!”
front…very detailed…every scar noted…
“Fine, that’s it, you’re gonna die this time…”
thighs…detailed…very muscular…can’t be bottled shaped like a girl’s…although that would be a sight to see…
“Agh! Zidane!!!”
knees…covered, smaller than the rest of the leg…
“Oh you did NOT just do that!”
feet…uneven…darn, where’d I put my eraser again?
“Nonononono—Crud!”
“Jenn?”
Jenn muttered, shoving her controller to the side.
“I lost.”
Rica arched a brow, then pointed.
“Could you pass me the eraser please?”
“No…”
However she tossed it over easily, immediately trying to peer over Rica’s shoulder.
“Done yet?”
“I…I dunno, it just doesn’t seem right…”
Jenn reached over, snatching the paper up.
“I’ll be the judge of tha—wow, I think this is the best drawing I’ve seen of him that you’ve done, chica…”
“Not hardly…I know I can do better…”
“So? I like the detail, his face seems very emotional…well, not his face, his eyes—like he’s masking it, ya know?”
Rica reached for the paper, tugging it from her friend’s hands. After putting it onto the clipboard she began erasing the feet that looked more than a little out of proportion.
“Um…Rica…”
“What?”
“Stop already…”
Rica blinked, then stared, face realizing that she had erased more than intended.
“I…oops…crap, there goes that sheet of paper…”
“No… let me have it? I like it like that…it’s kind of…I dunno, it just looks cool.”
“What, his hands and his head??? Come on…”
But Jenn snatched the picture away anyhow. On the piece was a solemn face of Raphael…his eyes revealing more emotion than his face would ever give. Approximately an inch down from his face were his hands, clenching sais…both dirtied from an earlier fight.
“I like it…just like that…”