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Sherry was used to being alone.

For as long as she could remember, she had always been by herself. Her mother often told her how "self-sufficient" she was, which sounded to Sherry as though she was quite proud of the way that she could cook and clean and take after herself, unlike most other girls her age. But even though Sherry was used to being alone, it didn't mean that she liked it.

Sherry didn't like it at all. In fact, she really sort of hated it.

But her parents were busy people, doing important research for an important company. Even though she was only twelve, Sherry could understand the weight and impact of having a job like that. And so she didn't complain, even when she was the only one at school who's father never showed up for career day. Even when she had to make her birthday cakes on her own, and celebrate her special day by herself. She didn't ever ask for more time with them either, because she knew that she would only be a bother if she got in their way. So rather the girl suffered quietly, always, always alone.

Now it was worse than ever though; Sherry was unaware of the particulars, but something had happened with her parents research. Something bad. Frightened, her mother had called and told her to go and wait at the police station, and that she would come for her as soon as she could. Sherry didn't like the sound of that at all. She liked the Chief of police even less. Sometimes her mommy had to do work for her daddy with the Cheif, since her daddy was never home. She was his "contact", whatever that was. All Sherry knew was that she didn't like the way that that man's eyes snaked over her mother's body, or her even own.

Sherry may have been young, but she was old enough to know that Brian Irons was a VERY bad man. She had tried her best to stay away from him while there at the station.

As she kicked her legs slowly, trying to pass the time, Sherry began to twiddle with the golden-coloured locket that her mother had given to her just earlier that week. Sherry never got presents just because, and Annette had told her that it was something very special, and to take good care of it. She had told her to never ever take it off or loose it, because it was a good-luck charm that would keep her safe at all times.

The young miss Birkin smiled then, remembering her own words;
"I wont."

It was a simple promise, but it had made Her mother happy to hear, and at the expression of relief and pride that had crossed her Mommy's face, Sherry didn't mean to loose her pendant for the world.

Thinking about the way that her Mother had beamed at her made Sherry wonder if maybe when she finally came to get her, if both she and her Daddy would finally be able to realize how important they all were to each other, and they could start acting like a real family together.

She knew that it wasn't likely, but the pendant was for good luck after all, and she could always dream, dream and hope that some day she wouldn't be quite so lonely. And thinking about that was just about all she could do to keep from noticing just how loudly her stomach was growling.
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TToTT SHERRY!! *clings to her adorable little face*

For those of you who don't know, I absolutely adore Sherry. I don't draw her that often (because I can't draw children D: ), but when I do I'm usually gushing pure love. Oh I can't tell you how much I love her and how much I pity her character.

Sherry's such a sad, sweet girl, and so when I got the word "Alone" as my prompt for number 99, I couldn't think to do anyone else. It just seemed so bitterly appropriate.

I hope to draw Sherry again sometime soon since I'm sure that I didn't do her justice. e__e;; I guess we'll see what comes up later in my list. XD;;

Sucky background again is full of suck. She's supposed to be on a bench at the R.P.D. precinct. e3e;; those chairs are always so uncomfortable.

most of this was for lighting practice.

Hope you guys enjoy~!♥

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illustration drawn on white cardstock with a .5 mechanical pencil, inked with a (SX) Faber-Castel ink pen, scanned, and colored in Adobe Photoshop Elements 2.0 via bamboo wacom tablet

Time: TOOFREAKINGLONG

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art © *Resident-evil-STARS (aka – *Iris-Uriko-Briefs )
texture ([link] ) © #resurgere
wood texture 1 ([link] ) © ~ftIsis-Stock
wood texture 2 ([link] ) © proper owner
Sherry Birkin/Annette Birkin/Brian Irons/R.P.D/Resident Evil (Biohazard)/All likeness are entirely © Capcom

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Description
Sherry was used to being alone.

For as long as she could remember, she had always been by herself. Her mother often told her how "self-sufficient" she was, which sounded to Sherry as though she was quite proud of the way that she could cook and clean and take after herself, unlike most other girls her age. But even though Sherry was used to being alone, it didn't mean that she liked it.

Sherry didn't like it at all. In fact, she really sort of hated it.

But her parents were busy people, doing important research for an important company. Even though she was only twelve, Sherry could understand the weight and impact of having a job like that. And so she didn't complain, even when she was the only one at school who's father never showed up for career day. Even when she had to make her birthday cakes on her own, and celebrate her special day by herself. She didn't ever ask for more time with them either, because she knew that she would only be a bother if she got in their way. So rather the girl suffered quietly, always, always alone.

Now it was worse than ever though; Sherry was unaware of the particulars, but something had happened with her parents research. Something bad. Frightened, her mother had called and told her to go and wait at the police station, and that she would come for her as soon as she could. Sherry didn't like the sound of that at all. She liked the Chief of police even less. Sometimes her mommy had to do work for her daddy with the Cheif, since her daddy was never home. She was his "contact", whatever that was. All Sherry knew was that she didn't like the way that that man's eyes snaked over her mother's body, or her even own.

Sherry may have been young, but she was old enough to know that Brian Irons was a VERY bad man. She had tried her best to stay away from him while there at the station.

As she kicked her legs slowly, trying to pass the time, Sherry began to twiddle with the golden-coloured locket that her mother had given to her just earlier that week. Sherry never got presents just because, and Annette had told her that it was something very special, and to take good care of it. She had told her to never ever take it off or loose it, because it was a good-luck charm that would keep her safe at all times.

The young miss Birkin smiled then, remembering her own words;
"I wont."

It was a simple promise, but it had made Her mother happy to hear, and at the expression of relief and pride that had crossed her Mommy's face, Sherry didn't mean to loose her pendant for the world.

Thinking about the way that her Mother had beamed at her made Sherry wonder if maybe when she finally came to get her, if both she and her Daddy would finally be able to realize how important they all were to each other, and they could start acting like a real family together.

She knew that it wasn't likely, but the pendant was for good luck after all, and she could always dream, dream and hope that some day she wouldn't be quite so lonely. And thinking about that was just about all she could do to keep from noticing just how loudly her stomach was growling.
-----

TToTT SHERRY!! *clings to her adorable little face*

For those of you who don't know, I absolutely adore Sherry. I don't draw her that often (because I can't draw children D: ), but when I do I'm usually gushing pure love. Oh I can't tell you how much I love her and how much I pity her character.

Sherry's such a sad, sweet girl, and so when I got the word "Alone" as my prompt for number 99, I couldn't think to do anyone else. It just seemed so bitterly appropriate.

I hope to draw Sherry again sometime soon since I'm sure that I didn't do her justice. e__e;; I guess we'll see what comes up later in my list. XD;;

Sucky background again is full of suck. She's supposed to be on a bench at the R.P.D. precinct. e3e;; those chairs are always so uncomfortable.

most of this was for lighting practice.

Hope you guys enjoy~!♥

-----
illustration drawn on white cardstock with a .5 mechanical pencil, inked with a (SX) Faber-Castel ink pen, scanned, and colored in Adobe Photoshop Elements 2.0 via bamboo wacom tablet

Time: TOOFREAKINGLONG

Please remember to comment before , seriously, take the time.

art © *Resident-evil-STARS (aka – *Iris-Uriko-Briefs )
texture ([link] ) © #resurgere
wood texture 1 ([link] ) © ~ftIsis-Stock
wood texture 2 ([link] ) © proper owner
Sherry Birkin/Annette Birkin/Brian Irons/R.P.D/Resident Evil (Biohazard)/All likeness are entirely © Capcom

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