Arttrade- Remain Calm...

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She wanted a scene from one of her fan fictions, so... this is from her lovely little fic "Yakko: Strange Things Happening" again. ^^ Latest chapter (which I beta-read for her): [link]

He went down to the basement, which was the bottom floor of the water tower. It was equipped with a special elevator, leading further down to an extra storage room underground. The employees of Warner Brothers built it for them in case they were bored and wanted to go ‘down stairs’. As long as they were inside the Water tower, all was well.

Yakko didn’t like to go down there much, only for special occasions. One time, he got locked inside and kept banging on the door for hours until someone finally heard him. He remembered how terrified he had felt when they finally released him. They thought it was best to give him some rest since he started speaking some nonsense that there was a monster down there, but it was never taken seriously. The whole ‘monster in the basement’ story was gone in a flash when he and his siblings broke out and met with the doctor for the first time.

However, the story seemed to escalate when he had entered that room again, but he brushed it off as he began to grab random crates and empty glass bottles and placed them neatly on the floor. In his hand was a giant mallet, ready to be used if necessary. The burning fire of rage built up and up until it reached its peak, erupting like a raging volcano.

Over and over he swung his mallet above his head and smashed every item he had put on the floor. The mallet was coming down harder than usual, shaking the shattered pieces on the floor. He continued smashing, letting out all of his anger, all of that rage he had pent up inside. Each item he had put there represented the people he was mad at: the ones that were marked to be hated.

They should be hated! They hated him and his family from the moment they sprung out of that sheet of paper. He was getting sick of how poorly they were being treated, or how unimportant they were made to feel by most of the employees in the studio.

It wasn’t fair! It shouldn’t be fair! It couldn’t be fair! They shouldn’t hate him for what he was, or why he was here!

He dropped his mallet when all the items were destroyed. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Yakko stood there, taking in deep breathes to try to get himself under control. He couldn’t display any of this in front of his siblings. Any sight of Yakko losing his touch would heavily effect his siblings, big time. It would scar them all for life if they caught him like this.

He had to remain calm… no matter what.

So cool. ^^
This is the first time I've done a comic page in my new style of coloring. Wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, which was nice. ^^ Lotsa black helped. XD
It says 27 layers down there, but 9 of them were Text layers, so yeah. XD
Overall outcome? Fantastic. I know she likes it already since she watched me draw it last night, but I hope she likes it even better with color. ^^

Date:
Pencil Lineart: 12/22/08
Coloring: 12/23/08
Font Used: Hurry Up
Estimated Time: 1 hr
Layers: 27