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[ALL-HOPE-IS-LOST!] The computer screen flickered with deathly red glare as Jeremy slunk back into his seat with an exhausted moan. He closed his eyes and tried to distance himself from the internet cafe he was in.
Something was prodding him. Slowly opening his eyes he looked out over the seating area with it's dynamic curvature and colourful seats. It was already an uncomfortable sight. Strangers here and there peaked up at him. The poetry club kept moving though even the scarfed fellow waving his hands exuberantly in the center seemed irked. Jeremy felt as if something dark ran it's hand down his neck. His head got woozy as it was like the nineteen year old was spinning in place. Trying not to panic he merely pretend to follow the speaker. The club leader continued none the less and most of the group looked back down to their own personal laptops in silence. Jeremy wondered if this was the first time any of them had even acknowledged someone other than the hipster leading this group.
The flicker died down and Jeremy was about to being another game when he caught a group of girls out of the corner of his eye. Jeremy felt heavy. He could tell one was trying not to look at him, the other stared without a hint of shame. Was she going to try and embarrass him? Did she know he wasn't a collage student, didn't have a job? Perhaps get a kick out of sending him off unable to get free wifi somewhere else? Switching between playing the game and pretending to be at all interested in the speaker Jeremy tried his best to at least win one match. Reeling from another payed-army add-on slamming his basic army he heard a giggle from behind him.
Before turning was even a thought he felt something get tossed at the back of his head. The eyes were staring again. That was enough, he closed his laptop as the game over screen flashed again. As he began to make his way out he tried to pretend he couldn't hear the laughing. He could have sworn he could still hear them even after they stopped.
The boy stopped in front of a barista counter, the server off somewhere else. Laid across the top in flashy colours were tall cans of some strange new energy drink. Jeremy had the odd feeling as if he remembered them.
Supposedly this was doe sort of controversial new drink. It sparked a lot of outrage for it's primary selling point. "Are you strong enough?" read the side of the can.
This wasn't just pithy advertising either. Jeremy had seen the reports on the news regarding those who couldn't handle the chemicals in this new drink dying of cardiac arrest to organ failure. Jeremy felt sick just looking at the damn thing. It had only been out for a week and already turned the rest of the world into a circus. With politicians sitting on their hands regarding it's lethality to some, reciting the positive benefits for those naturally capable to handle this compound, "lethal or not it was a matter of personal responsibility." It was true enough, once a member of women's kickboxing could send her opponent into a coma with one punch everyone wanted to try.
Jeremy Bentham Miller could still feel the crowd tossing glances at him, snickering like a pack of animals on prey. He took one final note of the absurd product on the counter before leaving.
Into the outside, into the grey skies, falling leaves, and latent chill. He looked at his bag and spotted the envelope. His spine snapped straight. He had forgotten.
Turning for the nearest bus he struggled to recall the time his sister asked he could drop this off at her workplace. He flipped through his phone staring at the numbers with a terrible pang in his chest. If the office didn't get this would his sister be fired? Jeremy hopped from bus to bus as he made his way into the city.
Hs shoulders slumped as he entered the gigantic Onami Bioteck office. Either the sudden rush of getting there or the embarrassment of it all kept him from looking up. Shaking his head he simply attempted to coast to whatever secretary could help him.
Sudeenly he felt his body slam into something hard, a wheeze left his throat as he stumbled back. He looked up and expected to have actually found the desk. However as he looked up he found himself standing befor- no in the shadow of the largest girl he had ever seen.
Sitting just over her knees he looked up her massive, nylon covered thighs, her stocked torso and immense arms. Despite looking bigger than any bodybuilder Jeremy had ever witnessed she had unmistakably girlish traits. Ample chest, soft features, pretty face, and a business skirt he could use as a blanket.
Jeremy began to wave back and fourth before he felt the world go dark. As he collapsed on his back in the lobby he watched as the amazonian girl, at first oblivious to his minute presence look down in surprise. Her distant worried look now shifting to that of confusion.
After what felt like an hour Jeremy suddenly came to. He found himself moved to a corner of the office as others passed by getting on with their day. He looked up to see the massive woman sitting on her chair looming over him with an amused smirk.
"You ok there?"
My first work touched up digitally. I'm considering making this secretary a character along with my boss character, if I ever bother to work on either : P
I'm very happy with the coloring but not so much with the composition of her face. I was attempting an upward angle and tried to make a chin that was being seen from below.
No I will not rp this, so please do not ask.
(All colouring done in Firealpaca)
Something was prodding him. Slowly opening his eyes he looked out over the seating area with it's dynamic curvature and colourful seats. It was already an uncomfortable sight. Strangers here and there peaked up at him. The poetry club kept moving though even the scarfed fellow waving his hands exuberantly in the center seemed irked. Jeremy felt as if something dark ran it's hand down his neck. His head got woozy as it was like the nineteen year old was spinning in place. Trying not to panic he merely pretend to follow the speaker. The club leader continued none the less and most of the group looked back down to their own personal laptops in silence. Jeremy wondered if this was the first time any of them had even acknowledged someone other than the hipster leading this group.
The flicker died down and Jeremy was about to being another game when he caught a group of girls out of the corner of his eye. Jeremy felt heavy. He could tell one was trying not to look at him, the other stared without a hint of shame. Was she going to try and embarrass him? Did she know he wasn't a collage student, didn't have a job? Perhaps get a kick out of sending him off unable to get free wifi somewhere else? Switching between playing the game and pretending to be at all interested in the speaker Jeremy tried his best to at least win one match. Reeling from another payed-army add-on slamming his basic army he heard a giggle from behind him.
Before turning was even a thought he felt something get tossed at the back of his head. The eyes were staring again. That was enough, he closed his laptop as the game over screen flashed again. As he began to make his way out he tried to pretend he couldn't hear the laughing. He could have sworn he could still hear them even after they stopped.
The boy stopped in front of a barista counter, the server off somewhere else. Laid across the top in flashy colours were tall cans of some strange new energy drink. Jeremy had the odd feeling as if he remembered them.
Supposedly this was doe sort of controversial new drink. It sparked a lot of outrage for it's primary selling point. "Are you strong enough?" read the side of the can.
This wasn't just pithy advertising either. Jeremy had seen the reports on the news regarding those who couldn't handle the chemicals in this new drink dying of cardiac arrest to organ failure. Jeremy felt sick just looking at the damn thing. It had only been out for a week and already turned the rest of the world into a circus. With politicians sitting on their hands regarding it's lethality to some, reciting the positive benefits for those naturally capable to handle this compound, "lethal or not it was a matter of personal responsibility." It was true enough, once a member of women's kickboxing could send her opponent into a coma with one punch everyone wanted to try.
Jeremy Bentham Miller could still feel the crowd tossing glances at him, snickering like a pack of animals on prey. He took one final note of the absurd product on the counter before leaving.
Into the outside, into the grey skies, falling leaves, and latent chill. He looked at his bag and spotted the envelope. His spine snapped straight. He had forgotten.
Turning for the nearest bus he struggled to recall the time his sister asked he could drop this off at her workplace. He flipped through his phone staring at the numbers with a terrible pang in his chest. If the office didn't get this would his sister be fired? Jeremy hopped from bus to bus as he made his way into the city.
Hs shoulders slumped as he entered the gigantic Onami Bioteck office. Either the sudden rush of getting there or the embarrassment of it all kept him from looking up. Shaking his head he simply attempted to coast to whatever secretary could help him.
Sudeenly he felt his body slam into something hard, a wheeze left his throat as he stumbled back. He looked up and expected to have actually found the desk. However as he looked up he found himself standing befor- no in the shadow of the largest girl he had ever seen.
Sitting just over her knees he looked up her massive, nylon covered thighs, her stocked torso and immense arms. Despite looking bigger than any bodybuilder Jeremy had ever witnessed she had unmistakably girlish traits. Ample chest, soft features, pretty face, and a business skirt he could use as a blanket.
Jeremy began to wave back and fourth before he felt the world go dark. As he collapsed on his back in the lobby he watched as the amazonian girl, at first oblivious to his minute presence look down in surprise. Her distant worried look now shifting to that of confusion.
After what felt like an hour Jeremy suddenly came to. He found himself moved to a corner of the office as others passed by getting on with their day. He looked up to see the massive woman sitting on her chair looming over him with an amused smirk.
"You ok there?"
My first work touched up digitally. I'm considering making this secretary a character along with my boss character, if I ever bother to work on either : P
I'm very happy with the coloring but not so much with the composition of her face. I was attempting an upward angle and tried to make a chin that was being seen from below.
No I will not rp this, so please do not ask.
(All colouring done in Firealpaca)
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1700 x 2338px
File Size 355 kB
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