Shoop: Stoner Series 3: Space Cadet Blues

[sonjajade]

WARNING: VERY LARGE PICTURE AT THIS LINK. 

This was my first shoop mixing the screens I took from Darker Than Black and FMA:B.  I think it turned out fairly well!  The fan on the wall was a photograph from google, Roy's body if from the second episode of DTB, the villain whose payment is arranging those rocks (I forget his damn name!!).  The bonzai tree is from 1st episode and the background is from I think episode 11... it was the first one with Gai and the otaku girl.

Anyways, this is the illustration/shoop for my fma_fic_contest  entry "Space Cadet Blues".  Here's the fic in case you missed it!

Title: Space Cadet Blues (Or, Children Sell the Darndest Things!)
Author: Sonja Jade
Series: Brotherhood
Word Count: 997
Rating: T
Character(s): Ed, Ling, Roy, Braeda, Havoc
Summary: Kimblee’s weirdness is just too much for the Tres Amigos.  Goes with the Answer That! stoner series seatbeltdrivein   has been writing and I’ve been illustrating.
Warnings: Language, drug use/sale, a little racist (but not in a mean way, and Ling says the things himself)
Author's Notes: I have no excuse for this other than it makes me all sentimental about my youth.  And I guess since SBDI started this, it must give her the same feeling XD

 

 

“Hey, Ling?” the blonde headed boy called.  “You got anything to eat?”

The other boy, an Asian with long dark hair, sat bleary eyed in his father’s recliner.  His head lolled to the side and his glassy gaze focused on his friend.  “You know I would never get this high without food in the house.”  He watched Ed get up and stumble into the kitchen, then he laughed loud and crazy.  “You walk like a girl when you’re fucked up!”

“Shut up,” Ed grumbled, reaching into the fridge and pulling out random items to feast upon.  There was a large Tupperware container full of chocolate pudding, some strawberries, Cool Whip, a couple pieces of left-over bacon, a couple of egg rolls Ling’s sister made…  Then he reached for some chips and a large handful of Oreo cookies before returning to his perch on the Yao family’s sofa.

“Jesus, Ed,” Ling half chuckled.  “Got a hollow leg?”

“Like you’re gonna eat any less,” he mumbled around a mouthful of bacon.  Suddenly there came a knock at the door, and Ed’s eyes went wide.  “Shit man, I bet it’s my mom!!”  He looked around frantically for a minute, all while spouting out paranoid fears about his mother skinning him alive.  Ling rolled his eyes and went to answer the door as his chickenshit friend hid behind the couch, munchies and all.

“Who is it!?” Ling hollered as he peered through the peephole on the duplex door.

“Uh… it’s um, Bob.  I’m here about the… um, the dandelions.”  The tall blonde guy had two others with him, and Ling knew his own kind when he saw them.  He opened the door with a smile and ushered them in, crowing loudly about the damn dandelions taking over the backyard.  When he shut the door, Ed peered out from behind the couch, saw it was just some of Ling’s ‘customers’, and slipped out of hiding place, visibly relieved that it was not his mother.

“Yes, I heard I might be hearing from you three soon.  I take it Captain Kimblee’s space cadet ways sent you my direction?”  Ling asked as he asked them to take a seat.  Ed all but cowered in the corner of the sofa, eying the three older boys like they would gang up on him and steal his munchies away.

“Yeah, he gave us the fuckin’ willies the last time we bought from him,” Havoc agreed.

“Well, the House of Yao doesn’t have any of that nonsense,” he said as he picked up the phone and dialed.  There was a pause in the conversation in the room as Ling began to speak in Chinese.

Roy leaned over a little and said to Braeda, “This kid seems like a nice guy.”  Braeda nodded as Jean continued to watch Ling with intent eyes, as if he were trying to decipher what he was saying.  All the while, Ed kept a suspicious eye on everyone in the room.  The call ended and Ling gave his guests a wide smile.

“My father trusts my judgment, and so if you approve of our stock, I’ll be your go-to person from now on.”  He pulled a 35mm film canister from his pocket and retrieved a baggie full of properly cut sweet leaf.  Ling pulled out just enough that his three guests could sample the homegrown crop.  Grabbing a rolling paper from the drawer beside the recliner, he rolled a tight, crisp pinner, and handed it to Havoc.  “Alright ‘Bob’, light it up and take a puff and pass it to your friends,” he sang.

Havoc pulled his engraved Zippo lighter from his pocket, rolled the flint wheel and sparked the joint up.  He drew the smoke in deep as he passed it to Braeda, holding it in and feeling it go to work immediately.  He let it go just as Roy was being handed a pair of tweezers to toast the roach down.  “Ohhhh that’s nice…” he said as he flopped back on the couch.  A moment later, Jean, Braeda and Roy were all under the spell of the Yao family’s ‘Chinese Eyes’.

“Whaddya think?” Ed asked with a grin.

Roy’s mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, then finally he croaked, “Incredible.”  He struggled to sit up.  “What makes it so good?” he asked.

Ling smiled.  “Ancient Chinese secret.”

“How much?” Braeda asked.

“How much you need, friend?” Ling asked as he rolled he and Ed a larger joint.

“A quarter.”

Ling gave him an incredulous look.  “A Quarter?”

“We split it,” Havoc added.  “That’s enough for all of us for a week.”

Ling nodded.  “I see.  For you, $55.”

“Fucking $55!!” Roy nearly yelled.  “Highway fuckin’ robbery!”

“Chill out,” Braeda said as he elbowed Roy in the gut.  “This stuff is much better than Kimblee’s and cheaper for the buzz you get.  I say we get it and see how long it lasts us.  Might take two weeks to get through it.”

“Weren’t you feeling it Roy?” Havoc asked.  “We can’t pass this up.  One toke and we were all ready to ride that endless wave man!  We can make it last two weeks, I’m sure of it.”  He turned to Ling.  “How much you charge for a half quarter?” Havoc asked.

“$30.”

Braeda nodded as Roy calmed down.  “We’ll take the half quarter to start with, then.”  Ling got up, went to another room, then returned with a ziploc baggie.  Braeda handed him the money and the transaction was complete.  They all shook hands, and then the three of them left, ready to break in the pipe they’d just bought.

Ed laughed.  “You get those three hooked on your crop and everyone at Central High will buy from you.”

“That’s the plan, Ed.”  Ling flicked his Bic and took a big hit, filling his lungs with the hypnotic smoke.  He passed it to Ed, then exhaled.  Right away, he could feel the effects of the THC going to work. “That’s the plan.”

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the first picture was very very cool.