lb_lee | Art Dump: PIN sketches

Since I've been rewriting Red Roses, Old Horses, I decided to do proper reference sketches for the cast. Y'all know what that means: ART DUMP!

Bob Doshi, a 47 y/o pear-shaped fat guy with glasses, a headset, and a laptop tucked under his arm. He's dressed in business casual, khakis and and a polo shirt, with an extendable lanyard with his ID on it. He looks like approximately half my old man's coworkers, back in the day.

Bob Doshi, a 47 y/o pear-shaped fat guy with glasses, a headset, and a laptop tucked under his arm. He's dressed in business casual, khakis and and a polo shirt, with an extendable lanyard with his ID on it. He looks like approximately half my old man's coworkers, back in the day.

Comboy Bob Doshi. He's changed not at all since 2005, though I discovered last month that there is a real-life real estate guy named Vijay Doshi who is a DEAD RINGER for Bob in the face. (Not the body though; he's not fat enough.) That was convenient!

Grey, a 43 y/o white guy with the size, shape, and personality of a refrigerator. Unlike Ebony further down, he has his double-breasted suit buttoned all the way up and in peak order, despite the Arizona heat, though he cheats and wears shoes he can actually run in. Underneath, he has to wear knee and back braces because his body's starting to crap out on him. He also wears aviator sunglasses and an earpiece. Off-panel, Bob says, This is why everyone thinks you're my bodyguard, Eric. Grey just goes, what?

Specialist Grey, who has a terrible case of resting serial killer face and would speak in nothing but ten-code and SGSL if he could get away with it. Nobody but Bob calls him by his first name.

Sketches of Larkin, a 5'11 35 y/o muscle girl with a flat-top haircut and a uniform that's she's mangled to be more manageable in the Arizona heat. Her sleeves are rolled up, her shirt and tie undone, and her jacket tied around her waist. She has a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and gold studs in her ears. She looks like Grace Jones on steroids. Taneesha is a teeny tiny EMT in scrubs, whose hair I haven't figured out yet. She always looks tired and is glued to her iPod, which had just come out at the time of Red Roses, Old Horses.

Specialist Ebony Larkin and Doc Taneesha Pritchard. They're PIN girlfriends, because by god if Ebony is stuck in her shitty job she damn well gets a happy relationship with her tiny girlfriend watching trashy TV and having bubble baths. I still haven't figured out Taneesha's hair. (Her original 2004 design was yoinked for Jenny.) Since this story takes place on Valentine's Day 2002, iPods are the hottest new thing and Taneesha adores hers. (Bob is jealous, but REALLY hates Apple. He's one of those guys who feels like if he can't take it apart and redo it himself, he doesn't really own it.)

Taneesha works the second shift (2 PM to midnight). Larkin works whatever anyone puts her on. They have a whole lot of kisses as one comes home and the other goes out and rarely encounter each other at work.

Jenny, Mac's ex-girlfriend, in her '20s. She wears a headset like Bob's, has big round glasses and the bounciest, floofiest curly hair. She wears ballet flats, a knee-length skirt, and an overstuffed black messenger bag. There are also tiny thumbnail doodles of her funeral/dance dress, which is twirly red and gold, full of spangles and jingles, and chunky drop earrings, and a necklace that she can't wear at work because they're always getting tangled with her ID lanyard and headset.

Comboy Jenny, AKA Mac's ex-girlfriend. Sorry, Jenny, you have a bad time in that story.

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Art Dump: PIN sketches

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