day 91: rapture ahhh almost forgot todays: city of rapture, bioshock game chars, sketch of little sister and big daddy
Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 9:32 pm
I know I'm probably too late (my scanner was throwing a fit and wouldn't work, I had to do this three times, plus photobucket was being stupid and uploading extra slow this time) But here it is anyways. Day 91 - Comic Book
In Case you can't read it - Spider man spits on Fury's head, Fury Yells: DARN IT SPIDER MAN!! Spider man swings away laughing while Fury calls for Agent Coulson, Coulson replies: ON IT SIR! and puts Spiderman in a time out. This is a mini comic series I'm starting that is basically the avengers and other marvel heros as babies in S.H.I.E.L.D. day care.
Die Biene Maja/Maia (according to google, the german is with a j, but I'm used to spelling it the french way with an i >_< It was one of my favourite cartoons as a child. I watched it both in german and french I think.
A woman walked into the room. Her dark hair was pulled up into a bun, a few stray strands spilling loosely around her face. She didn’t look at me as she walked to the other side of the desk and sat down.
“Ambry,” she said, staring at the mass of papers before her. “Your guards tell me you had a dream last night.”
I nodded, and upon realizing that she still wasn’t looking at me muttered a quiet “yeah.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Don’t want to.”
Finally, her gaze lifted from the desk to settle on me. “There is no option here, Ambry. Tell me about your dream.”
I stared down at my hands fisted tightly around the fabric of my dress. “There was a war.”
“Go on.”
"A battlefield that extended endlessly in all directions." I bit my lip, only registering pain when I felt blood sliding down my chin. “And there was…this mass.”
“What kind of mass?”
“A mass of everything. It was dark, like…a collection of shadows, but it was made up of stones and dirt, jewelry, clothing, body parts--” I snapped my mouth shut, feeling sick.
The woman leaned back in her chair. “Tell me about the items in this mass. Describe them.”
I glared at her. What was the point of these questions? Who cared what the items looked like? Who cared about my dream, anyway? But this woman didn’t look like she’d let it drop, and if I ever wanted to get out of this place--wherever this place actually was--I’d need to be good.
My hands fisted even more tightly around the fabric of my dress. “Everything was very pretty. Even the body parts. Whoever they’d come from must have been the most beautiful person to have ever lived. The clothes were all red and purple and the jewelry expensive looking.”
“And the stones? The dirt?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Ambry, I need you to relay all of the details, no matter how insignificant it may seem.
“The dirt…was actually sand, I think. The stones…tombstones.”
“Good. What else happened?”
I stared down at my lap. “There was a girl in white.” I studied my own white dress, noting how very different I was from the girl in my dream. Where she had appeared pristine and perfect, I was a ******** up girl that I had to be kept locked away from the world. “She had a sword and faced off against the dark mass. I think she was trying to save someone.”
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