Stitches 02

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Done for class but I wanted to do it anyway lol Supposed to be a YA audience for the class, but now that it's NOT for the class anymore, that's no longer the case. I like this plot. Here's more about it if you care lol (heavily Infamous game art inspired)

Seizure warning on those colors lol - There are four pages I have done total; The second is up in the air for change and I'm unsure if I want to mess with type at this point. So sry if you can't read it. If it needs clarification I'll add it in the comments later. I'll fix this later when I have a tablet pen. All of this was done with a mouse DIFFICULT- I CANT BELIEVE I USED TO DO THIS ALL THE TIME


Crushed paper cups littered the desktop, a fine layer of dust collecting on a stack of books in the corner of the desk. There was duct tape holding the arm of the office chair together and the sides of the cubicle were wallpapered with a wide spectrum of sticky notes, none of them very motivational. Just about all of them held some type of insult buried in the loopy cursive scrawled across them. It made the cramped space look more like an Egyptian tomb than anything. A huge rainbow scarf was draped around the monitor, the chair, and it's occupant, like a boa constrictor mixed with Dr. Suess' worst nightmare. What was odd about it, was that it was clean.

It's pattern flickered rapidly between red, blue, purple, orange, and green, and did nothing to compliment the scowl on Lenny's face. The keyboard's cord wove through and around a coffee mug, empty stapler, a wallet, a pile of papers and his computer mouse. If he jerked it taut everything would likely spill all over the floor and his lap, and from the looks of the carpet, it was probably something that happened often.

Lenny's fingers were slender and quick on the keyboard, the code as natural to him as the English language, and the other ten languages that populated his brain. His hair looked like it had been cut with kitchen scissors and without a mirror, all of it haphazardly twisting around his face and neck.

The scarf draped several times around his shoulders was a contradiction to his general attire. Everything he owned beyond that scarf was black or grey, or some shade in between. The only physical part of him with color was his eyes; even his skin tone was pale for his ethnicity. His blue eyes were sharp; intelligence you can only be born with.

Besides that scarf, the next best thing you would notice about Lenny Taylor was his frown. From the general look of him, it seemed to be one or more parts of his brain were unstable.

Of all these things, the thing that was odd about Lenny, was that his scarf was indestructible.

Completely and utterly impossible to damage, burn, tear, cut, deface, graffiti, pain, glue, fade, rip, tangle, or melt.

He knew these things. And the only way he'd part with it; was over his dead body.