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 Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 9:58 pm
A private role play between Prince Pandi and hailosaurus.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 10:30 pm
Star sighed and continued to walk. Her feet halted as she reached the curb. Waiting to cross the busy street. Her slate gray eyes looked up to the traffic light, with a screen attached to the large pole. A glaring orange red hand buzzed in the light. Ordering her to not cross. Star's eyes watched the cars flash by, hurried and impatient. Seconds passed, the hand dimmed and a white figure of a man walking lit up instead. Altogether, she and a group of people crossed the street. Her eyes glanced to the side, seeing through the windshields and looking at the drivers. Some of the drivers' faces were irritated or upset. Others were calm and quiet. Another one was shouting, a cell phone connected to his ear. A small smirk appeared upon her lips as she continued to walk across the black street, and then stepping onto the side walk to continue her wandering.
Star was not walking because she had some business. She was just wandering, exploring the city. She had some free time before she had to meet up with her manager and go to the Recording Studio. As she continued to walk, her nostrils were filled with the mouth watering aroma of food. The smell of Gyros brushed against her nostrils. Saliva formed in her mouth and her stomach roared with hunger. She hadn't eaten anything except a smoothie and a granola bar. Nothing else. She was hungry. Star would probably buy from a food vendor while she walks when she returns home.
Star curled slightly in her pink hoodie, her furry white boots continuing to protect her feet from the filthy ground as she walked. The black skinny jeans which clung to her legs kept the heat locked in her thighs. The black and hot pink headphones she wore around her neck played her favorite pop songs on her iPod. The music loud through the speakers, but slightly audible when not on her ears. She continued to walk. Her dark gray eyes soft. Her bubble gum pink hair was tucked inside her hood, but errand strands poked out from her hoodie. The curled bang that hung over the center of her forehead was visible. She smiled. She hoped that today, she might meet someone new. Possibly make a new friend.
[ lame post format is lame. resigning the layout. ]
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 1:19 pm
▒░█ "We'll watch the stars come out tonight..." ▐░ ▒  Today was a beautiful day, but chirst it was cold. The weather nearly made it impossible for the alakazam to keep his hand steady. But there he was so faithfully in the city park right under that enormous willow tree. The best place in the park to do one of the things that eased him most; paint. There was hardly another soul around, just a few stray families playing in the field or near the fountain in his immediate area. Even more so, hardly any of those eyes bothered to glance at the painter. It was like he weren't even there, or there so often people started seeing him as part of the scenery.
Jericho Hiroshi. The man was strange all around yet somehow people couldn't help but want to be around him. It was like a bizarre charm to his oddness. He had no qualms in speaking his mind, no filter on his honesty, often teased and yet had a reputation of being at the right place at the wrong times. There were a few scars on his knuckles and one on the bottom corner of his lip. Obviously street fights were no stranger to him, though every single scuffle he ever gotten into wasn't without reason. He was many things but irrational wasn't among the list.
"s**t, it's cold." he stuttered under his breath as he dipped his paint brush with his leather glove covered hands. He didn't like wearing too many bulky clothes when working, but he couldn't help it. It was best to stay warm and not risk a shakey hand to ruin a commissioned portrait.
Jericho leaned back with a relieved sigh and his light honey brown eyes gazed off to the side. He always had a lazy look on his face, like most of his childhood was spent sleeping and he was still in a daze. He was tired of seeing the city, the subject on his canvas. It was a sweet sight watching some of the families and friends playing around to keep themselves warm. Despite the business, it was almost impossible to miss that pepto bismol colored hoodie.
The alakazam's face scrunched up before it relaxed and he grinned. Her frame was so small he started to wonder if she'd get picked up by the wind and fly away. The thought alone made him snicker, but he turned his attention back to the work at hand and swirled the paintbrush in his cleaning water. Oh, the city line and it's glistening beauty. He'd been staring at it for a decent four hours and he was starting to get sick of it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:38 pm
Star watched as he dipped his brush in some more paint and continue. In her mind, she was complimenting how beautiful it was and how perfectly painted it was. Star looked to the handsome artist, his blond hair hovering over his caramel brown eyes. She smiled and watched his firm hand, making the neat lines of the scenery. "So pretty," her voice complimented. Her voice was sweet and adorable, relevant to the voice of a thirteen year old or a female anime girl. She smiled and just watched him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 3:25 pm
▒░█ "We'll watch the stars come out tonight..." ▐░ ▒ Honestly, he didn't even notice the girl watching him for quite some time. He was far too engulfed into his work at the moment. A black plastice spoon dangling from his slender lips as he worked diligently. It wasn't your typical painter's style, no. The Alakazam worked in a very elegant classic Asian style of stray bold lines and soft washed out colors making the work have a gentle light on it. Even though it was the city, it was somehow peaceful.
"Mhn?" the mumble came through his throat before he even looked to see who was talking to him. Jericho glanced up with a lazy look on his face before taking the spoon from his mouth and smiling "Thank you." he had a soothing voice. One made perfect for cradling someone in need of comfort. It wasn't too heavy but no where near light.
This was rich. She looked like a doll and sounded like one too. Oddly enough, despite all her pink, she reminded the man of his two sisters back at home. The sweetest things really. But it did trouble him to see her balled up as she was...though he was cold too. Maybe over here where the sun was brightest she'd warm up. "Nice day, hm?" his attention turned back to his painting, turning his attention every so often to the scenery then back to the canvas. Jericho didn't want to seem rude at all, but once he got going on a piece of work he didn't want to stray from it until it was done. His voice was kind, however, and welcoming all the same.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 9:21 pm
 I am a SHINING ... ★ S t a r ...rare and untouched. Star Fukushima watched his brush strokes. Perfectly lining the paint across the canvas. Her dark gray eyes watched in awe as he captured the beautiful day onto the canvas. She noticed the silver spoon, the handle poking out from his lips. He eyes concentrating on his artwork. He seemed unaffected by her presence. The clefairy then noticed him mumble then turned to look at her. A smile lined his lips and she smiled wider in return. He was pretty handsome. She was brave to admit it....maybe. The clefairy giggled cutely and replied, "Your welcome." His voice was as smooth as oiled silk and it made her blushed slightly. His voice was so perfect and soothing. It comforted her and made her feel warm and welcome. The adorable pop star continued to shiver in her coat. A bit cold. She could feel the goosebumps rise upon her pale skin. Autumn days were beautiful, except the chilly weather. Star preferred spring or summer rather than fall and autumn. Where it was nice and warm. With so much green and beauty.
Star looked to him, then to the painting. Admiring it as the work in progress. She then watched him turn his back to her, facing his canvas again and returning to his painting. Hearing his question, she nodded. "Yeah. A little chilly though," she replied, curling slightly into her coat. She looked up to the trees. The branches that extended and hung over the side walk. The golden orange leaves that made the tree more lush and pretty. She watched as errand leaves descended from the branches, slowly falling to the ground and landing upon her head. Another leaf fell inches from her. She smiled, feeling as if it was raining leave. She giggled to herself. "So many leaves," she spoke randomly.
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