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Hello! So, I have an SC story that actually involves SCs I was dealing with! They're not as bad as some of the stories I've seen posted, but it's still kinda sucky and I think worth mentioning. So, let me begin the grand tale of Rena's hijinks at the anime convention.
The creepy guy
My friends and I had pitched and were sharing an artist alley table. It was a good idea, we all made a great profit and everything went well. At one point, my friends went off to the masquerade while I was left to watch the table (I don't mind this. I love talking to our customers and the artists that were near us were (for the most part) awesome.
Now, I tell this story first because out of all the stories I've collected, it's the most disgusting and I want to tell it to you now so you can use the others to cleanse your head. So, I'm manning the table by myself until my boyfriend's going to come by and check on me and this man shows up. He's the personification of every negative anime fan stereotype. Almost like fanboy from freakazoid, except less likable. He's overweight (only mentioned to give you a picture of the guy, not to bash on his weight) with a shirt that is stained so much it almost looks crusty and cannot cover his (impressive) stomach, a vacant look on his face, and greasy hair that probably could have fried a year's worth of french fries. Not to mention he smells, and it's impressive by my standards. I've gone to cons ever since I was 16, and he's beating most of the con funk I've been exposed to over the years.
He starts looking through my artwork and breathing, audibly. His facial expression doesn't change, and he just keeps breathing. I try to engage him in conversation, it's worked to draw in customers before, but he just keeps breathing and looking through my artwork. When he gets to the end, he flips to some pictures I have of Morringan from Darkstalkers and points at his and looks at me.
CG-Creepy guy
R-who else?
D-boyfriend (he's going to be important soon)
CG- *huuuuuuuuh* How much *huuuuuuuh*
R- (breathing through the mouth to avoid the smell) That print will be about six dollars. So, are you a Darkstalkers fan?
CG- *huuuuuuuuuuuh* (starts looking through the pictures again. People are walking around him and I can see a few of them holding their noses. I just want him to leave but he just keeps looking through my pictures. He looks through the binder about five times, looking up at me occasionally as I wish I had some support. Around the third time, boyfriend shows up and sits next to me to show off the idea he's got on a prop gun, oblivious to CG)
R-(watching the *millionth* customer walk by giving strange looks to CG) So sir, is there any piece you're interested in?
CG-*huuuuuuuh* (sees my price listing, which includes $5 commissions) you do commissions?
R- (apparaently, according to D, I got white in the face when he asked this and looked like I was going to be sick. In my head I'm thinking, "please don't ask for a commission. I already know you're going to ask for something involving beloved anime characters engaging in horrible sexual acts that go against every part of my moral fiber. And there will be tentacles, because it is anime that that is a requirement.") Yes sir, I do.
D-(springing into action when he sees his girlfriend nearly having a heart attack) She charges more if the picture is really detailed. She just drew hentai for one guy and it cost him fifty dollars.
CG-*huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh* (walks off)
The idiots
Boyfriend and I usually have an interesting time dealing with "normal" people when we're in cosplay (cosplay=costume play. We dress up as anime characters). These are like "sighting stories but worth mentioning). On the first day, before the Creepy guy affair.
As I am walking to the convention, supplies in hand, a car pulls up to me. I'm dressed rather skimpily, look up Lust from Full metal Alchemist, and the men in the car start saying some "nice comments my way."
I1-idiot 1
I2-idiot 2
R-Currently Lust
I1-*censored but just think about the typical sexual comments guys like this make*
I2-So baby, where you going? I think we can give you a lift.
I1-And I'm sure you'd give us one right back for the right price.
*cue laughter and me glaring at them as I try to walk faster, an impossible feat in the heels I have to wear for the costume*
I2-So, how much does a classy broad like you cost *He didn't really use the word broad but I'm a good girl who doesn't use the kind of language he was using.
R-(looking his way) Kindly leave me alone, now.
I1&2-(laughs, keeps up the laughter and launches more profane requests upon the exhausted Rena Muffin. Rena Muffin is getting angry.)
I1-Well, for that ass, I bet 50 dollars would cover it right baby?
*And cue Rena Muffin's submissive nature snapping and Rena's backbone growing in*
R-If you really want to know how much I charge, ask your mother. She and I had a "wonderful" time last night because unlike you, I know how to please a lady!
I ran away really fast after this so I didn't really get to see their reactions. They did look kinda shocked when I said this. My feet felt like they were going to fall off, the heels were far from forgiving. I did feel proud of myself for this though. Sadly, the thought going through my head when he made the 50 dollars comment was "hell no, if I was in that line of work I would be charging much more."
Details, Details, DETAILS!!!!
When I do a commission, I ask people for all the details. What pose they want characters in, outfits they're wearing, equipment they're using, everything, I am very anal retentive on making sure they get what they want. While I'm busy drawing a picture for a previous commission, a man comes up, asks for commission, and I take his information. All he says he wants is a picture of a certain character. He doesn't say what pose he wants her in, what he wants her wearing, etc. This leaves the details of the picture to my discretion.
Later, I have finished the commission and the buyer comes to pick it up. He looks the picture over, pays the price, and then explains that even though he likes the picture and it's very nice, he wanted the girl with a certain piece of equipment and wearing a certain outfit. For the love of god, I'M NOT A MIND READER GIVE ME THE FREAKING DETAILS DAMMIT!!!!!!!!! I was civil to him, and I got the money, but this pissed me off.
I'll post more stories later, if you guys want to know more about the con. I am sorry about the first story, but it was the creepiest thing that has happened to me at a convention.
The creepy guy
My friends and I had pitched and were sharing an artist alley table. It was a good idea, we all made a great profit and everything went well. At one point, my friends went off to the masquerade while I was left to watch the table (I don't mind this. I love talking to our customers and the artists that were near us were (for the most part) awesome.
Now, I tell this story first because out of all the stories I've collected, it's the most disgusting and I want to tell it to you now so you can use the others to cleanse your head. So, I'm manning the table by myself until my boyfriend's going to come by and check on me and this man shows up. He's the personification of every negative anime fan stereotype. Almost like fanboy from freakazoid, except less likable. He's overweight (only mentioned to give you a picture of the guy, not to bash on his weight) with a shirt that is stained so much it almost looks crusty and cannot cover his (impressive) stomach, a vacant look on his face, and greasy hair that probably could have fried a year's worth of french fries. Not to mention he smells, and it's impressive by my standards. I've gone to cons ever since I was 16, and he's beating most of the con funk I've been exposed to over the years.
He starts looking through my artwork and breathing, audibly. His facial expression doesn't change, and he just keeps breathing. I try to engage him in conversation, it's worked to draw in customers before, but he just keeps breathing and looking through my artwork. When he gets to the end, he flips to some pictures I have of Morringan from Darkstalkers and points at his and looks at me.
CG-Creepy guy
R-who else?
D-boyfriend (he's going to be important soon)
CG- *huuuuuuuuh* How much *huuuuuuuh*
R- (breathing through the mouth to avoid the smell) That print will be about six dollars. So, are you a Darkstalkers fan?
CG- *huuuuuuuuuuuh* (starts looking through the pictures again. People are walking around him and I can see a few of them holding their noses. I just want him to leave but he just keeps looking through my pictures. He looks through the binder about five times, looking up at me occasionally as I wish I had some support. Around the third time, boyfriend shows up and sits next to me to show off the idea he's got on a prop gun, oblivious to CG)
R-(watching the *millionth* customer walk by giving strange looks to CG) So sir, is there any piece you're interested in?
CG-*huuuuuuuh* (sees my price listing, which includes $5 commissions) you do commissions?
R- (apparaently, according to D, I got white in the face when he asked this and looked like I was going to be sick. In my head I'm thinking, "please don't ask for a commission. I already know you're going to ask for something involving beloved anime characters engaging in horrible sexual acts that go against every part of my moral fiber. And there will be tentacles, because it is anime that that is a requirement.") Yes sir, I do.
D-(springing into action when he sees his girlfriend nearly having a heart attack) She charges more if the picture is really detailed. She just drew hentai for one guy and it cost him fifty dollars.
CG-*huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh* (walks off)
The idiots
Boyfriend and I usually have an interesting time dealing with "normal" people when we're in cosplay (cosplay=costume play. We dress up as anime characters). These are like "sighting stories but worth mentioning). On the first day, before the Creepy guy affair.
As I am walking to the convention, supplies in hand, a car pulls up to me. I'm dressed rather skimpily, look up Lust from Full metal Alchemist, and the men in the car start saying some "nice comments my way."
I1-idiot 1
I2-idiot 2
R-Currently Lust
I1-*censored but just think about the typical sexual comments guys like this make*
I2-So baby, where you going? I think we can give you a lift.
I1-And I'm sure you'd give us one right back for the right price.
*cue laughter and me glaring at them as I try to walk faster, an impossible feat in the heels I have to wear for the costume*
I2-So, how much does a classy broad like you cost *He didn't really use the word broad but I'm a good girl who doesn't use the kind of language he was using.
R-(looking his way) Kindly leave me alone, now.
I1&2-(laughs, keeps up the laughter and launches more profane requests upon the exhausted Rena Muffin. Rena Muffin is getting angry.)
I1-Well, for that ass, I bet 50 dollars would cover it right baby?
*And cue Rena Muffin's submissive nature snapping and Rena's backbone growing in*
R-If you really want to know how much I charge, ask your mother. She and I had a "wonderful" time last night because unlike you, I know how to please a lady!
I ran away really fast after this so I didn't really get to see their reactions. They did look kinda shocked when I said this. My feet felt like they were going to fall off, the heels were far from forgiving. I did feel proud of myself for this though. Sadly, the thought going through my head when he made the 50 dollars comment was "hell no, if I was in that line of work I would be charging much more."
Details, Details, DETAILS!!!!
When I do a commission, I ask people for all the details. What pose they want characters in, outfits they're wearing, equipment they're using, everything, I am very anal retentive on making sure they get what they want. While I'm busy drawing a picture for a previous commission, a man comes up, asks for commission, and I take his information. All he says he wants is a picture of a certain character. He doesn't say what pose he wants her in, what he wants her wearing, etc. This leaves the details of the picture to my discretion.
Later, I have finished the commission and the buyer comes to pick it up. He looks the picture over, pays the price, and then explains that even though he likes the picture and it's very nice, he wanted the girl with a certain piece of equipment and wearing a certain outfit. For the love of god, I'M NOT A MIND READER GIVE ME THE FREAKING DETAILS DAMMIT!!!!!!!!! I was civil to him, and I got the money, but this pissed me off.
I'll post more stories later, if you guys want to know more about the con. I am sorry about the first story, but it was the creepiest thing that has happened to me at a convention.
Really, I need to remember this one, in case I ever need to use it!
Telling 'em no just makes them want to argue with you. Charging more than they can afford sends 'em packing.
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