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| It's a Draw Every Damn Day type of thing, which is what I have been doing. For some reason I got inspired to start working on Trust Fall stuff AGAIN. YAY. So far I have done head sketches of the 3 main characters (Addim, Kou, S.I.A.) so I am happy. There are still a bunch of other secondary characters that have to be sketched out (Tyler, Crystal, Aimee, Christy, Amanda etc etc). It's basically all of you guys in MANGA FORM HAHAHA. Christy is supposed to be the annoying reporter while Tyler and Amanda are brother and sister as well as tech nerds. Yahoo!
I still need to practice drawing figures in different poses but AS OF NOW I am looking for manga/comic paper. I wish I had a scanner so I could show you guys my progress :<
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| also happy birthday aimee.
maybe i will make you something in photoshop <3
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| I've always thought of myself as a person with a lot of common sense, I
often find myself the only one in the group who has any so it was of no
small suprise when my friends came pounding on my door at 1:30 in the
morning the night they had gone. They drag me down the hall despite my
protest and I am told what has happened.
Apparently, they decided whatever it was that had been is studio B
that night had taken a liking to me, and if I wasn't present they would
be fine. They really turned out to be wrong. They cruised around the
building a little bit before they decided to do it. They went back to
the basement back to studio B where they set up shop and made sure to
shut the prop closet before they started because they were afraid of
anything being thrown at them or some kind of poltergeist taking place,
that being taken care of put their minds slightly at ease, but they
should have been a bit more careful.
Unlike the previous night they found something willing to speak to them.
Though I suppose I should stop here and talk about ouija boards,
they're made by parker brothers or milton bradley or something like
that right? So how can they be evil? Well...it's tough to explain and
I'm not exactly sure how it works exactly but I'd leave it as it's more
of the user who powers it. It's like a really bad message board for
dead people, and just like on the internet, these spirits, be they
human or otherwise are mostly fucking liars.
So they seem to be having an ok time at this, lights off, it's pretty
dark with only the glow of the piece to sustain them, strange things
start to happen. The room starts to get darker, and darker seeming
impossible in a already dark room it just becomes pitch black and the
glow coming from the board can't penetrate it. This happens several
times until directly over the board it starts to get darker and darker
and darker until no one can see anyone else at the table. One of the
girls speaks up.
"what the fu?" she tries to get out but one of the guys quiets her quickly.
Suddenly a flash of what they describe as green lightening strikes the
table and said girl is sitting in the lap of the guy next to her
bawling.
Scott rises up from the table as the other two who aren't crying, or
dealing with crying girl keep there hands on the piece. Scott steps
close to the wall, staring intently at one of the mirrors, his
description, will haunt me for years.
As he looked at the mirror, a few inches from it a thick blackness
came between it and him, he felt something grasp firmly onto his arm
and not onto his back but into it. I saw him that night, he had three
cuts on his back and a rash on his arm, where he had been touched. The
piece rocketed a cross the board as fast as it could and the others
struggled to keep it on the board. They broke and got the hell out of
there, it was the last time they'd use that room. Which brings me to
the next part.
Perry
Perry was a one time deal we thought, he was awesome, he was from
Massachusettes (sic?) and was into a lot of music we were and one night
he just showed up out of the blue. He quickly took a liking to Jill,
spelling it out for us in simple terms that left her blushing, he gave
us high fives and hugs and let us know that he really wanted to head to
Canada with us that weekend but couldn't. We told him we'd each have a
drink for him and that we knew he'd be there in spirit. We all had a
good laugh about that, even him. After three hours we said our good
bye's and went our seperate ways. Or so we thought.
Turns out Perry really had taken a liking to Jill, and followed
her home that night, would touch her, harass her, even show up in her
bathroom mirrior, I would often find Jill eating with a group of
friends and another chair pulled up at a bizzare angle behind her.
All this lasted about a month until I'm told she figured out a way
to get rid of him, not sure how she did it, I mean the dude was ok in
my book, but when the ghost of a dead stoner starts following you
around I don't think I'd take it lightly either.
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| hopefully i get refund checks, that would be great. If i do, i am totally saving the money to use for classes during the summer. I will only spend a little :0
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