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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:33 pm
Character's name: Tallulah Cowden / Sailor EuropaJournal: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=16075477Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/soak_up_sun/set?id=46775761 Hair loose and slightly wavy under the hat? Contest Entry: 375 Words When Tallulah came home from patrol that night, she found a basket of Easter chocolate on her bed. This was perplexing, as she neither recalled buying an Easter basket, nor even acknowledging the holiday’s existence. Her family was some kind of lapsed Anglican. She personally believed in evolutionary biology and reincarnation (or so she claimed on Facebook.) Simple deduction lead her to conclude that the mysterious basket was from Kat, as no one else could have gotten into her room. Since it came from Kat, she didn’t feel any kind of reluctance to rip right into it (whereas she might not have been so quick to trust a more mysterious basket) - although, the calorie count on the chocolate rabbit gave her pause. Tallulah was always a healthy eater, horrible caffeine dependency aside. There was no doubt in her mind that she got plenty of physical activity between lifeguarding and senshi duties - but how many calories, exactly, did a night of patrol burn? She changed into her summer pajamas before considering the easter basket further. Even before becoming a senshi, Tallulah had never been one of those girls to obsessively keep track of what she consumed. As a high school athlete and a vegetarian, she always assumed that she was doing well as long as her weight was stable. But here she was, sitting on her bed slightly after midnight, pondering whether or not she could justify eating an entire chocolate rabbit. Patroling, Tallulah reasoned, nibbling an ear, had to take a lot of energy. She knew that her senshi powers drew from some kind of energy pool that could leave her exhausted if she over-exerted herself, but did it burn calories? Roof-running and fighting were absolutely cardio exercise, but did her body even burn calories when she was powered up? Did magic run on whole grains and soy protein? Crunching into the hollow ear of the rabbit, Tallulah decided that she was just going to cut her losses and assume yes, especially considering that she was dead set on eating this whole rabbit. And when Tallulah set her mind on something, she was going to do it. Even if that something was devouring a chocolate rabbit and catching up on NCIS.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:47 pm
Character's name: Harmony RosenJournal: XOutfit: This makes me happy!Contest Entry: A Model Afternoon “Like this?”
Her model tilted his head to the side and frowned at her, staring at her through the lens of her camera. They were in her basement studio and she was snapping away fruitlessly without anything to really show for it. Her model, while cute, was painfully inexperienced and second guessed everything. Everytime she tried to coach him to do what she wanted he double checked it with her, the indecision painfully visible on his face. Just now she asked him to turn his face and tilt his chin up, keeping his eyes to camera.
“No, no!” she burst out, annoyed. The costume he wore made him look like some prince out of a fairytale, holding an apple like Snow White’s beloved. He had it dangling at his side, which she didn’t mind. She was trying to pull tight to his face getting his green eyes clearly in the shot. They were gorgeous and it was part of the reason she asked for this little session.
“Tilt your face up to catch the light from the window. Like this!”
She mimicked what she wanted from him, looking toward the small basement square catching the only light it would in the dying rays of afternoon. The rich golden light did his skin good and make him look like an idol, shiny. His green eyes sparkled in the midst of such light. He tried his best to do as she asked him to do, tilting his head up. The only problem was he still looked unsure and it translated into the film. She’d been at this for him for an hour now with the same problem and knew she’d lose the light soon.
“Try to relax.”
She knew he couldn’t because she wasn’t relaxed. She was near growling with frustration her memory card almost full with no useable shots in the bunch. She was working on her portfolio for college now knowing she’d have to start working on admissions essays before the school year ended. Next year was her senior year at HITS and she needed to make the most of it. This included trying for scholarships early because her mother did not have some college fund somewhere for her to draw from. These efforts directly affected her college course.
Of course, she was being hard on her model who was only trying to help and still looking too focused and drawn for her to be able to shoot. “Adam! Just, relax!”
Suddenly her model turned and threw his hands up in the air. She snapped away, watching him. “I can’t do this!” he declared suddenly, his face taking on a handsome and hopeless quality. She snapped away furiously, watching his breakdown and noting the specific stages it went through as an artist despite it being a real breakdown from a very stressed out model.
“I’m not fit for this! I keep mucking up whatever you tell me to do and then you expect me to relax? How in God’s name does anyone relax with you clicking away in their faces the way you do?”
He seemed oblivious to the fact that she was now shooting him furiously, catching different angles to play on the light and his body language. Some of the poses she managed to get were stunning and took her breath away. He really was handsome and though she didn’t know him very long she was confident he probably wouldn’t stop speaking to her for this whole experience. She hoped…
He finally realized what she was doing and paused, looking completely unarmed and innocent. She centered on his face and snapped a few pictures of that moment looking helpless.
“What are you doing?” he asked in wonder as she finally lowered her camera.
“Taking your picture.”
“Of that?”
“Sure. I got some amazing shots.”
He broke down, laughing at her and she snapped away again, laughing along with him. Sometimes all it took was breaking down to get you to relax and show the inner you. Harm knew that concept well and walked over to her waiting laptop reaching for the cord to plug in her camera and motioned for him to come join her.
“You’re a natural.”
700 words
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:51 pm
Character's name: Billy RoadingerJournal: XOutfit: something like this. Old template, MEDIUM eyes. (the ones on the image linked in his name are the small eyes. The other civ pic in his journal are the medium ones.) Contest Entry: about 379 words. Billy stared out the window of the bus as it headed towards Destiny City. He’d already shipped a good amount of his things to Ladon’s apartment by mail. Now all that was left was one duffel bag, Sammy, and himself. The little ferret was curled up in a pouch like thing against his chest, relatively unaware of the trip, and her owner’s anticipation. With the spring semester at an end, Billy could finally move back to Destiny City. Move back to Ladon’s. Even if it wasn’t exactly going to be entirely like he intended. Not with the changes the Negaverse was making. It irritated him, definitely. He worried about Ladon putting too much of himself into the Negaverse already, but now… Sigh. He should have expected it. Others probably also expected him to follow Wolframite in to the Special Ops. After all, Bismuthite was a natural in combat, and he wasn’t merciful. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill a chibi. However, someone had to ‘hold down the fort’ as it were in the real world. Work and make money to pay for their apartment. Their. Yes, it was ‘theirs’ again. At least that was a bright point. However it brought to mind another thing that disgruntled him. He couldn’t work, go to school, and do his duty to the Negaverse. So…no more school for him. It was a shame - he’d been enjoying it. Maybe eventually, but until then… He had to work on finding a job. They weren’t supposed to drain humans of their energy anymore, which meant Billy couldn’t steal the money needed to live. Perhaps he had used that easy means of gaining money as too much of a crutch. It was an inconvenience though to have to stop. Now he had a pile of applications tucked away in his bag that he’d end up filling out later, and together he and Ladon would have to find some way to make ends meet until he had a job. All these frustrations, and still Billy couldn’t be anything but excited. The miles couldn’t pass by quick enough. He’d of teleported if he’d know it wouldn’t hurt Sammy… Patience was something he usually was well equipped with. Not right now, though. It was understandable. He was finally coming home.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:56 pm
Character's name: Rosa Sullivan [x]. Here thar be freckles.
Journal: Here
Outfit: This outfit.
Contest Entry: 772 Words
Sailor Pomona had finally worked up the nerve to go exploring some of the buildings in the main town on her planet. She naturally chose the largest building, locating in the center of the town, and after a couple of pulls, finally managed to yank the double door open. The sight that greeted her was unexpected.
The room was large and open, a low platform like a sort of stage on one end. Wooden chairs were scattered throughout the room, all of them knocked over, smashed, or splintered. The floor was covered in scuff marks, scratches, and yellowed papers who’s writing had long since faded. Nothing Pomona had seen on her planet thus far quite compared to this. This room wasn’t simply empty, abandoned, or picked clean. No, something had happened here, something seemingly less then peaceful. But what? What was this room? A concert hall?
Pomona explored the room slowly, feet stirring up small clouds of dust as she moved. As she approached the stage, she started hearing muffled sounds, an indication of an oncoming memory; excellent timing.
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“-lmen. I will take over from here.”
A pudgy man in the center of the room – a councilman - bowed and exited, leaving Sailor Pomona, the concerned partes, and a couple of lads meant to supply muscle if necessary; it never was. Sailor Pomona eyed the gathered complainants, sighed, and crossed her arms.
“ Alright Thornberry, let’s hear it. What did you do this time?”
Thresher Thornberry was a young man with too much fondness for drinking and quarreling. His handsome face meant he got away with more then he should, but he was still a troublemaker, and one of the few people on Planet Pomona that could be classified as a delinquent. If Sailor Pomona wasn’t as familiar with his character as she was, she might believe the innocent face he was trying to give her.
“ Me? I didn’t do nothing! I’m innocent this time, I swear.”
“ Oh yeah Thresher, you innocent; innocent as a goat in a garden.” Was the sarcastic response from one of the two angry girls flanking Chipson; Ivyana Greenroot, if she remembered.
“ You leave Thresh alone!” Screeched the other girl, Lilia Claypot.
“ Stuff it, you dirtbrained twit! That Thornberry put a mangy goat in my prized pepper patch!”
“ Buttercup ain’t mangy!” The Mudpot girl said, indignant, before her eyes widened as she realized her slip. Sailor Pomona just sat and silently watched the byplay.
“ Buttercup? Buttercup?! That old goat was your’s? You dirty little rat! Yo-”
“ You called me a rabbit!” A Pomonian term for “slut.”
“ Because you kissed Thresh!” Ivyana looked close to strangling the other girl.
“ Because he's my boyfriend.” Lilia said in a tone that obviously questioned Ivyana’s intelligence.
“ He was my boyfriend.” Ivyana seethed.
The two girls took a break in their hissing and yowling to glare at each other and then, as if communicating telepathically, turned to glare at Thresher. Thresher looked pleadingly at Sailor Pomona, but he’d get no help from that quarter; she was too busy supporting her face with her palms. The fighting began again, the two girls alternating between insulting each other and ganging up on Thresher, various references to stupidity, promiscuity, and dung-faces being thrown about. It was only when Ivyana moved to claw at Lilia that Sailor Pomona stepped in.
“ SHUT UP!” The three stopped in shock, staring at their planet’s normally affable Senshi.
“ Greenroot. You will repair the damages done by the goat; not your father, not your siblings, you. Claypot, you’re paying Greenroot for your goat’s damages. You’ll also personally see to it that Greenroot receives Buttercup’s dung to use for fertilizer.” Lilia looked ready to protest, but a glare from Pomona shut her up.
“ Thornberry, since you’re ultimately the reason for all this, and thus for my headache, you can help me harvest and deseed the next batch of Fire Peppers.”
The three stood there, staring dumbly after the pronouncement of their punishments. Pomona sighed.
“ Well? Get out of here! And don’t waste my time like this again!”
…
… the hell? In the present, Sailor Pomona blinked as she emerged from the memory, staring at the now-familiar table on the raised platform. So she’d been a mediator in the past? Why? Surely she’d had better things to do then mediate teenage drama? Harvesting Fire Peppers, for example. That sounded promising, even if she didn’t remember what exactly a Fire Pepper was. All she’d really remembered was that “rabbit” was an insult, Fire Peppers were scary, and that teenagers were the same everywhere.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:58 pm
Character's name: Pippin Pippin in his human forumI was wondering if cat's could get alternate outfits in their cat forum, since it's template now too? I know awhile ago I was talking to Natsu and she was telling that I could enter to get alternate artwork for Pippin so I was wondering if that would be allow? 8D <33 (if this is not allowed then it's a joke entery ; w; ) Journal: xOutfit: Can I get the older male cat image? With A brown mustache, a gold monocle, and a black top hat on his head? And yanno his little coat that is already on him? : D <3 Contest Entry: Pippin the Gentleman. (888 words) Pippin was fed up. It was once said that every cat had his day and yet he was still looking for his. Where was it, it had to come soon because he pretty much was running on bad luck. And when it said that it’s bad luck, he meant really bad luck. It had got caught not once but twice trying to go for the pretty gold locket that was hanging right in front of his face in the rather department store. Sure, no one notice him while he was looking at it outside of the window but when he made it on the other side of the window that’s when they had a problem. The first time he was so close, his little spotted paws had touch the shimmering gold that was lace upon it before they yank him away. He was once again tossed in the pound, he hated that place, it smell like death and pee. Luckily for the little cat Pippin had no worries he was a master getting out of the little thing they called a temporarily “home” for the poor animals he had left behind multiple of times. Just one swift motion of his tiny little nail and he was out as always, he had even left them a little present this time to show them how disgusted he was with the treatment he received. The next time he had made it on the other side of the little window they were ready for him. He was a bit surprised by this because most of the time people who work at this stores that held his wonderful little shiny trinkets weren’t very smart. He wasn’t even able to get paws on the golden locket before that had grabbed him, but instead of dropping him in the pound they threw him outside behind the store. The nerved of some people! Really, whom were these people throwing a guardian cat outside in a horrible alley like that! They should be ashamed of themselves, he was saving their life from danger what they should be doing is throwing shiny trinkets at him instead of throwing him! This little kitty had to think of something and fast because the time when this store was closing was approaching fast. He moved up and down thinking hard and fast until something near the department store dumpster had caught his eye. It was shiny and gold and he hoped that it was the golden locket long lost sister. He gave out a small squeal and ran over in happiness, jumping in face first. Clasping on to the gold piece he frown, not only was it not the long lost sister, most of the shiny was a mirror! He frowned and stare it at for sometime wondering where he had seen something like this before. Ah yes, on the tv. Men who wanted to look like “gentlemen” wore this to go to “fancy” parties. And as he thought about this, a light blub went off in his head. He knew how he was going to get that locket he was going to change his look. He would become a gentleman! No more Pippin the kitty, he would become Pippin the gentleman. No one ever stop gentlemen, in fact that let them in store with big greeting and happiness that the man was gracing their store with his glory. He had the monocle; all he need now was the top hat and mustache. That shouldn’t be too hard, all he had to do was dumpster dive a bit and everything would be set forward with his plan. He ran up and down tons of alleyways with no luck and was almost about to give up until he saw one alleyway that he had yet to go down. It was the alleyway that was next to the costume shop surely they would have both! Instead of doing the usual dumpster diving he ran into the store as quietly as he could and grab the near top hap and mustache and ran out and quickly as he could. Luckily for the cat, he fit right in, as there were tons of odd and end that blende in with his coat and he was able to escape without being notice. For the first time today that cat smiled. He had everything he needed and all he had to do was place the stuff on and walk right in. No one was going to stop him; he was going to be a gentleman now and there was nothing anyone could do. He placed the hat on and then the fake mustache and the monocle he had found in the dumpster and check himself out in the store mirror. Oh did he look fancy. He walked down the street towards the store like he owned the world. Yes, he was going to get that locket now. He smiled and walked right and waited to see if anyone one would notice. He watched as everyone looked at him and stared noticing that one was doing anything but staring unsure what to do in this situation. He smiled hopped on the window display, grabbed the locket and walked out as the people in the store keep staring. So in fact, every gentlemen cat had his fancy little day.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:27 pm
Wheeeee! The contest is closed, but now I have to read so many awesome solos and character profiles!! QQ Please hold while I go through everything. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH OMG I JUST WANT TO DO EVERYONE'S but I can't. ;;
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:53 am
Okay... So this was really, really difficult, and I probably won't do it again because I ended up really stressing about it last night and this morning. QQ
First, I would like to thank you all for entering! My (secret) intention had been to encourage activity through solos! If you haven't looked at my raffles, I often require some kind of activity to enter.
Of course, this ended up being a real challenge to pick. I've read everything, like... at least twice... XD;; The ones I really loved I've read more, as well as the profiles. But that only cut down my choices to... like... 8. DX
And then I grabbed my sister to read over some of the ones I was having difficulty with since she has no idea what is going on with the shop, so she'd be a good choice to help, right?? She only narrowed it down to six. :[
SO I FLIPPED A COIN. -- KIDDING KIDDING I DIDN'T, but that was my next option. v___v;; /ramble ramble
But enough with the whining and hair pulling... Please don't think that you not being picked means "OMG Guine hates me and my solos!" Nooooo!! I really don't! If I could do art for all of you I honestly would! Seriously. Because you're amazing for entering and it makes me so happy to see so many solos pop up and now I want to RP with all of you because OMG your characters are awesome (as if I didn't already know that, though!). Thank you soooooo so very much for participating! HEY! And just think! Not only do you get a solo to add to your character's journal, but if there's ANOTHER free alt. art. event that needs an activity requirement... TA DA! DONE.
Seriously, though... You guys are amazing... And in order of when they were posted...
Sunshine Alouette — Her heartbreakingly poetic solo for Paris really showed such growth in his character. It was all about self-assessment and discovery, even though he knew it was probably too late to do anything in his relationship with his father. I especially loved the first couple paragraphs. They read almost like a song.
Sleet Tempest Snape — I could really sense the struggle Alexandre was having in this solo. Death, life, duty, friendship, regret, remorse... I can't imagine how difficult it would be to try and decide priorities when his actions are already primarily dictated by his loyalty to the Negaverse. But what about his loyalty to his best friend?
kuromeez — I loved the little details of color in this bittersweet, yet heartwarming solo for Fritz. Every time he took a stroke of his paintbrush, I was trying to picture in my head what the end result would be. His reflection on past events worried me that it would still be there to haunt him, yet the colors of paint that were chosen and application were so gentle. I could really get a sense of his personal calm, even with everything he's been through.
Again, thank you so much for everything, everyone! I really, really loved each solo! ILU GUYZ SO MUCH QQ
Word Count: 539 /loser
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