RainbowReindeer

Unto Dust

woke up to thunder and a clear nose! Ooh make sure to drink water daily!! don't want you wilting under that hot arizona sun ;^ooo

blargh, sorry for the short post!

Unto Dust

Eli didn't say anything lest he erupt into a speech about the bad influences of alcohol. He never drank before but he'd seen people act out of character because of it. He didn't particularly enjoy having someone project vomit on him nor did he want to deal with groping hands. Gazing at Finn with a rather defeated look, Eli was almost tempted to go out and buy a muzzle and leash for Finn out of spite. "I would never do that to you," he defensively replied as if he wasn't thinking about it. "I just hope your idea of 'fun' doesn't get me killed." Eli smiled weakly.

"Look," the priest suddenly began, leaning in a bit to firmly stare at Finn. "At least try to cooperate with me until..." He paused, trying to search for the right words. Would the Judge even let Finn out of the sights? Eli was certain the man would have Finn in the gallows again at first chance. Eli would've like to take Finn out of the house but now he was frightened that the man would do something both of them would regreet. "Please?"

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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idon'twanttoagar.iotoday

Superpowered RP: Looking For Five New Players (High Casual/LOW Advanced)

charrie

"What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh!"

Name: Sae Hyun "Sunny" Yeom
Age&Grade: Seventeen, Senior
Gender: Female

Appearance:
While lean and geared more towards deft, agile maneuvers, she isn't ridiculously scrawny but not desirably full-figured either. She stands at around 5'3''.

Power:
(noob power. reduce by -11111111111111111111111111111 & divide by impulse)
Animation:
Sunny has the ability to bring inanimate objects to life. The animated objects stay 'alive' as long as Sunny wants or until it is destroyed. However, larger objects uses more mental strength or will and don't usually last long while smaller objects do. The animated object's personality varies depending on Sunny's wishes. If she longs for companionship while animating something, that something will do anything to comfort its maker.

Personality:
Warm-hearted and compassionate; Sunny enjoys helping others. She is persistent, always striving for the truth and leading a respectful, dignified life. She is an extremely loyal person and often finds herself to attached to things/people that catch her interest. Sunny is always willing to stretch out a hand to those in need, caring little about her own self. She's very sensitive but is quite thick-headed when it comes down to personal relationships. Sunny chooses to live with a smile on her face and without fear clouding her judgment.

Likes: Chamomile tea, vanilla ice cream, classical music, bad puns and jokes.
Dislikes: Coffee, bad romance novels and loneliness.

History:
Sunny would wake up in the morning feeling rather mellow when she was younger. She would go to school and then come home only to curl up under her covers and sleep. She had good grades, a home, and all the things she could possibly ask for. Yet the world to her was a canvas of monochrome colors. Maybe those feelings occurred ever since Richard Norton cheated on her with Miranda Salders in seventh grade or maybe it was because she had no real friends since her parents were always absent and moved every so year due to their professions.

What really drew her out of her shell was art and Ms. Tiller, her care-taker (mom). It started with a simple sketch in her history notebook and a bit of encouragement from a kind old lady...and then her obsession with art exploded. Sunny would draw everything anywhere. She would even go as far as to graffiti over graffiti. After realizing that she had the ability to animate objects, she was never lonely again. She began conversing more often and started creating real relationships with people. Sunny is also trying to find the heart to forgive her forgetful parents.

Of course, right when things were going right for her, her parents decided to dump Sunny at Pavar before catching the next flight to Los Angeles.

Awakening:

Open :^)

Her slender fingers dug into the clay, the cool moist feeling tickling her. Eyes fluttering closed, Sunny let herself sink in an ocean of tranquility. She broke off a lump of clay, taking the small portion in her hands before creating the general shape of a bird. With the bird on her left palm, she reached over to grab a carving tool from the table in front of her. "Pretty little robin, why did you go to the library? Perhaps you wanted to find some bookworms," she joked with a flat tone. She deftly began to etch details onto the soft surface. In a few minutes, she was carefully examining the half-finished product. Although it was clay, it held an aura of life as if it was begging to fly free. Her lips pulled up into a rare smile, a facial expression reserved exclusively for her art.

"You're sculptures are lovely as always," a voice suddenly rang out. Sunny looked up, the bright smile fast disappearing into a more held-back one. It was the house-keeper, Ms. Tiller. The elderly woman had been employed ever since Sunny was a child. Ironically, Ms. Tiller was more of a mother to Sunny than her biological one.

"Thank you," she politely answered, setting the bird onto the table. The woman smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes creasing as she took a seat next to Sunny. She gasped though, standing right back up. Alas, Sunny had forgot that she had spilled some water on the seat. Ms. Tiller only laughed as she grabbed a towel. "I'm sorry," Sunny said, looking away. Soft laughter escaped the woman's lips again as she took Sunny's clay muddied hands, patting them gently.

"You don't ever have to apologize to me." Sunny licked her lips, the word 'sorry' threatening to escape if she dared to open her mouth. Ms. Tiller continued to talk, her wise hazel eyes boring into dark browns. "...I should be the one to apologize to you. I tried to tell them. Your parents, they should be around more often for you but oh Sunny, you know they are very busy."

"I know," Sunny said after a heavy second. "I know," she quickly murmured again, her eyes darting to the floor. Ms. Tiller sighed and the deafening silence stretched out its long limbs. Ms. Tiller patted Sunny's hands again before leaving the girl alone, realizing that there was nothing to lift Sunny's bad mood. Sunny plucked the clay bird sculpture, continuing to add details.

She was to turn fifteen in a few days. Her parents promised to be home on her special day. They promised but apparently France was a lot more important than their daughter. Bitter tears welled up and all of the sudden, the lonely and confused teenager couldn't breathe. God, how foolish she was to even imagine her parents magically appearing on her birthday. They hadn't come to the past seven birthdays so why would they bother to attend now?

But oh, she dreadfully wanted to show her parents the many art awards she amassed over the months. She wanted to show them her sculptures, her drawings, her new friends. She wanted to tell them that she loved them no matter what. "D'you really think they love you? You're just an accessory to them, nothing more." "I don't wanna be alone anymore," she painfully whispered.

Chirp.
Chirp.
Chirp.

Chi - Sunny's eyes shot open as she stared at her hands that were supposed to be holding a clay bird. A clay bird. Inanimate. It wasn't supposed to be thrashing around in her hands. Except it was. Squeaking in surprise, she jumped off her seat, hurling the object (that wasn't supposed to be indignantly chirping) on the ground. Sunny expected to hear the wet squealch of clay hitting the ground - not a clay bird chirruping like a crazed animal in front of her face.

"Oh my god."

blargh, here we go.

Superpowered RP: Looking For Five New Players (High Casual/LOW Advanced)

Ooh cool. I'll be working on my CS.

@Marx

Vinland Saga ftw!

Unto Dust

Actually, there is a clipping tool! I should start reading manuals before doing stuff. X^D Oof! Right when I'm starting to recover. Hope you feel and get better asap! //hugs

Google Picture War

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Finn was, predictably, still determined to make Eli's life more difficult than it should be. The priest couldn't help but shrink a little when the taller man stared down at him. At first, he felt exasperated that Finn wasn't going to accept Christ, even when it was something that the judge and the other townsfolk would certainly look for. Sharp words were waiting to leap from the tip of his tongue but Eli made sure he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to instigate another candid speech nor aggravate Finn any further.

"You could at least pretend when the others visit," Eli muttered under his breathe after Finn retreated downstairs. He pawed at his hair, attempting to tame his wild curls. "The Judge'll have my hide in no time." Already planning his escape back to Boston, he meekly slipped back into his room with a worried expression. Maybe he could strike up a deal with Finn later. Pretend to love Christ, let Eli live another year, and then he could go back to his evil ways when the Judge deemed Finn socially acceptable. Eli suddenly froze, his eyes wide open as he gazed at the dust particles slowly falling to the floor. He then pursed his lips and sank to his knees to pray for forgiveness.

A good while later, Eli was stiffly going down the stairs dressed in his clerical clothes. The constant kneeling did a good number on his knees and back. He already lost his appetite and even though he had a good nights sleep, he was exhausted. The half-dead priest took a seat at the kitchen table, his hands neatly folded in front of him. What should he do now? Befriend more townsfolk, somehow work with Finn, and - He blinked a few times, an image of a half-naked Finn burned into his retinas. Buy clothes. Eli doubted that his own clothes would be able to cover Finn's body properly.

He sighed. "Is there anything specific you'd like to do today?" Eli asked, treading carefully.

Unto Dust

A free digital painting app thingie! Sort of like photoshop but with different tools. I don't think there's a free transform tool or any of that clipping stuff. :^) It'll do though, cs4 doesn't work well with my lamebuttlinuxcomputer

Unto Dust

ohgod lol okay I'm still here and alive (and awake in an ungodly hour)... Just trying to digital art. I got krita recently and I've been spending a good chunk of my free time playing around with it. :^D Ctrl+z is great! :^D //continues to doodle