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| Indigo | Mar 7 2010, 04:21 PM Post #1 |
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[doHTML] <table bgcolor=#C7E9B9 align="center" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="450" height="200" style="border:1px solidd #146B22"> <tr> <td border=0 VALIGN=top ALIGN=left width=50%> [align=right]VISION OF ART <br>Autumn 13th;; Year 07 || 10:00 AM -5:00 PM <br>Atmosphere: Busy, bustling[/align] <br>The mayor has dedicated this day completely to the wonders of art! Today, artists of all types are welcome to show off their talents, and all villagers are encourage to come, enjoy and appreciate them. And it appears that he has left the festival as open and free as art itself. <br> <br>The walk up towards the Estate is lined with small platforms on which people can showcase their artistic talents, whatever they may be. About ten on either side of the walk have been set up, though there are spaces in between for those who wish to simply set up on the ground itself. Artists are welcome to simply get up on a platform and go, no questions asked. There are a few chairs lined up in front of each miniature stage as well, for those who wish to sit and enjoy the art before them, or just take a break from browsing the alley of artists leading up to the Estate. <br> <br>The mayor's home itself has been opened up to artists, as well. A piano has been moved into the lobby area, in the corner. People are welcome to go up and play a tune for as long as they wish, so long as everyone who wishes to play gets their desired time. Around the rest of the room and the entrance area, things have been cleared out so people can set up and showcase their works, much like they can outside. <br> <br>The mayor, and some of his workers, can be found walking about in paint-covered smocks. If anyone needs any materials to assist in their art, they are to find one of these artisan assistants and request whatever they need. They are easy to spot amongst the spectators, and are often visible at some point, somewhere in the event. <br> <br>Like art itself, there are almost no rules, no guidelines, no boundaries. People can sell their work and do whatever they wish, so long as it is appropriate and in the 'spirit of art', as the mayor puts it. <br> <br>---------------------------- <br>Note: Remember! When posting, please clearly tag the character(s) you're interacting with in every post. </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Alma | Mar 7 2010, 09:36 PM Post #2 |
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That's the machine that goes 'PING!'
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[align=right]![]() Aiden Morse Outfit: Black button-down shirt, baggy black pants, thick black boots, and a strange red jacket/coat/cloak. Mood: Pumped. TAG: Open.[/align] If there was anything Aiden knew when he began to plan a performance for the Vision of Art festival, it was that screaming was more than likely going to be frowned on highly. Thinking about it further, it made sense that the mayor would prefer acoustic shows, as the festival itself would be inside the Estate and thus would be very warm. A lot of amplifiers would make it almost impossible for conversations and what not to be held without yelling. Thus, he called up a few select members of his old band back home, three awesome guys that he knew wouldn't mind making the journey to Obsidian for old time's sake. Arrangements had been made, and that very week, starting on Monday the 9th, Aiden had shoved three guys, their suitcases, and their instruments into his apartment and given them rather preliminary tours of the island, thus giving them a chance to run around and do what they wished while he worked at Tranquil Divinity. At nights, they practiced, immediately sinking back into the vibe that they'd always had. As they strode onto the long pathway leading up to the Estate, each of the instrumentalists carrying an instrument case in their hands with Aiden's hands shoved tightly in his pockets, they looked around for a moment before Aiden nodded toward one of the platforms. "There," he said softly, and the four men started toward it. Upon reaching it, the three instrumentalists, Timmy, Jake, and Luke, immediately set to putting up their instruments while Aiden took charge in terms of wrangling together three stools. With one soon set up for the guitar player, one for the keyboardist, and one for himself, they were soon nearly ready to go. The first tune was a familiar one, one that Aiden wasn't too worried about now that they had practiced it sufficiently, and as the guitarist situated himself on his stool with a tuner and the keyboardist began to build his stand to place the keyboard on top of it, Aiden watched each of them. It was calming, in a way. It was exactly the sort of thing he was used to. "Ready for this, Luke?" he said softly to the youngest of them, one still in university, who was adjusting his cajón and various other percussive instruments until he was comfortable. The kid grinned up at him with an eager nod, and Aiden rewarded him with a confident smirk before grabbing his own stool and strategically placing it. Luke, the percussionist, sat slightly behind him as he had the loudest instrument of them all, while Timmy the guitarist was on Aiden's left and Jake the keyboardist was on Aiden's right. Aiden glanced toward Jake, being sure that his power supply was running adequately, before patiently waiting for Timmy to finish tuning. The guitar case sat out in front of them all, near the very front of the platform, and Aiden glanced down at it before nodding to all who were gathering. "If you like what you hear, feel free to reward us," he said softly, a teasing lilt on his voice, before looking to see if the others were ready. The three men nodded, and Aiden glanced over his shoulder at Luke, softly counting all of them off. "One, two, three..." Ba-da-baaa. Luke drummed his hands across the cajón, beginning a steady beat that Timmy almost immediately began to pick the strings of his guitar to. It was soothing somehow, though not slow, and Aiden leaned forward slightly on the stool, silently counting in his mind down the measures until he would enter. Though he knew the song so well, there was something comforting in the base level of music merely in knowing the timing. One couldn't go wrong that way. After four measures of introduction, Aiden parted his lips and began to sing, his voice being a bit higher than one might expect if they heard him speak in his soft, baritone from time to time. He had a comfortable reach over his upper register, as was evident by the way that he sang, with Timmy eventually joining in easily with his deeper vocal harmony. Aiden grew more and more energetic as the song went on, even screaming out a few lyrics of the bridge and feeling free to bob his head in semblance of headbanging while tapping his thick boot against the floor while drumming his fingers against his thighs in time with Luke's playing. [[Feel free to have your characters leaving a tip for Aiden and the band. >w< Specify how much they leave, if so. Also, I know the song itself is not acoustically arranged, but that's the fun of imagination, isn't it? ^^ Also, if you missed it, it's the link up there in 'sang'.]] |
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| tearsandroses | Mar 7 2010, 10:41 PM Post #3 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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REGINA Wearing:http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/Apparel/Tops/Black-Fringe-Cropped-Top--Purple-244723.jsp and http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/Apparel/B...kirt-290404.jsp Tag: Open! With her hair straightened with a clothes iron, and her acoustic guitar at hand, the future famous Regina Dimarco was prepared to perform her heart out. It had taken her forever to write that song and she was officially prepared. She got there and saw another band. She had to admit the singer was good. "I'll show them how it's done. "she said to herself. Once she had herself prepared, Regina stepped up to the stage. Once finished tuning the guitar, she began to play the song. Every lyric coming out into the microphone and people being able to hear it gave Regina a rush as her smile grew while she played. Song: http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/jes...2-1416346010270 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- MADISON Wearing:http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/Apparel/Tops/Sweaters/Too-Fast-Brass-Knuckle-Cardigan-235076.jsp and http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/Apparel/B...eans-236494.jsp Tag:Aiden Madison walked into the room looking around at all the art. There were two people playing music. A busty red head and a rather familiar dark haired man. She smiled and continued to listen to the music, tapping out the drum beat. He was actually more talented than Madison thought he'd be. She was rather impressed. |
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| KITE | Mar 8 2010, 06:55 AM Post #4 |
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ѕᴛᴀᴛᴜѕ: A-OKAY
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table style="width: 360px; height: 222px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td style="text-align: right;" background="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/Ocean%20of%20Stars/CHR/CHO/WIN/CHO002.png" height="222" valign="bottom" width="349"> <br> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> [/align] </head> <body style="margin-left: 130px; width: 450px;"> <table style="border: 0px dotted rgb(31, 46, 73); font-family: Calibri; background-color: #D3AA6E; width: 360px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <td style="text-align:left;"> [align=center] <a href="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/CAMERA/DSC00381.jpg"><span class="outline"><img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/CAMERA/DSC00381.jpg?t=1268029744" alt="DSC00381.jpg picture by DEFIANTKITE" galleryimg="no" style="border: 0px solid ; cursor: default; width: 75px; height: 100px;"></span></a><span class="outline"> <a href="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/CAMERA/DSC00380.jpg"><img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/CAMERA/DSC00380.jpg?t=1268029995" alt="DSC00380.jpg picture by DEFIANTKITE" galleryimg="no" style="border: 0px solid ; cursor: default; width: 133px; height: 100px;"></a></span><span class="outline"></span><span class="outline"></span><span class="outline"> <a href="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/CAMERA/DSC00377.jpg"><img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/CAMERA/DSC00377.jpg?t=1268030101" alt="DSC00377.jpg picture by DEFIANTKITE" galleryimg="no" style="border: 0px solid ; width: 133px; height: 100px;"></a> [/align] "That looks interestin' Cho."<br> "Oh yes, thank you Mr.Lawman." She spoke gently, a knife in her dainty fingers were slicing at a pumpkin. "Fruit carving is extremely difficult, it takes patience, an unmeasurable amount of vision and imagination, and a certain degree of concentration-" </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <br> [align=center] <table style="width: 357px; height: 222px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td style="text-align: right;" background="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/Ocean%20of%20Stars/CHR/GUS/HDR/ANGUS03.png" height="222" valign="bottom" width="349"> <br> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> [/align] </head> <body style="margin-left: 130px; width: 450px;"> <table style="border: 0px dotted rgb(31, 46, 73); font-family: Calibri; background-color: #4F3A36; width: 357px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <td style="text-align: left;"> "-GGGEEEYYYAAAAARRRRRHHHHRRRRRR." A horrible sound followed the musician's solo. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, MEATLOAF? STOP SCREAMING!!!!!" <br> "Oh Fuck me sideways, Gus. What the hell is wrong with you?!"<br> "What!? He's scaring away the fish! Is that just SO rude, or what?"<br> "And what do you need fish from the fountain for, Gus? <br> "Fish carving." He smiles.<br> Adrian puts hand cuffs on Gus. "I'm arresting you before your stupidity starves someone's brain to death." <br> "...But not for stealing the mayor's fish, yeh?" .... Later on, in the distance a man could be heard shouting, <br><br> <font size="1">"I know my rights! You'll need a warrent to search me, Age!"</font> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <br> </body> </html> [align=center] <table style="width: 357px; height: 222px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td style="text-align: right;" background="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/Ocean%20of%20Stars/CHR/HON/HDR/HOLLY02.png" height="222" valign="bottom" width="349"> <br> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> [/align] </head> <body style="margin-left: 130px; width: 450px;"> <table style="border: 0px dotted rgb(31, 46, 73); font-family: Calibri; background-color: #A57D77; width: 357px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <td style="text-align: left;"> <b>TAG:</b> Aiden Morse and the band.<br> <br> "Wow, I've never heard a man make that sound before!" She spoke gleefully, making a distinct CHING as she dropped a G into the musician's... ah.. Well, the ground around his feet.<br> It rolled away.<br> "Oh I'm so clumsy! No, don't stop, I'll get it! eheh!" The pregnant teenager climbed onto the stage. Then she got down on her knees, and began crawling between the musicians and their instruments, in search of the coin. </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <br> </body> </html> [/dohtml] ooc:|| We're boned. |
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| TigerToes | Mar 8 2010, 07:27 AM Post #5 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=400 bgcolor=white style="border:1px solid #000000;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] [/align]<div style="width:400px;text-align:justify">· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · <br><br>tag: open <br><br>Aspen stood in front of a painting with her head tilted to the side, trying to make heads or tails about what the art was supposed to represent. She had a glass of sparkling strawberry wine in hand, thinking that maybe if she was a little tipsy then the art would make more sense. Sadly, it didn’t work and she had to admit that “high art” and her just weren’t meant to be. <br><br>Her white heels softly clicked against the floor as she made her way around the art exhibits. Some of the paintings were just innovative and fun, like one that looked like a portrait of a woman from one angle but also a landscape from another angle. But the price tag on it was a little steep, so she decided to come back to it only if there was nothing else at the gallery that she liked. <br><br>She felt the thumping of music as she walked towards the performance area, and she gathered along with the crowd to see what the hype was all about. Naturally she was drawn to the musicians who looked like they were making the most noise, feeling lured into her comfort zone of loud vocals. The percussions were a bit too chill for her taste, but the band had a good chemistry that she liked. She left a bunch of coins to the pile of tips, glad that she’d come to the festival. <br><br>She wandered away from the crowd and a lightbulb seemed to go off in her head once she saw the fruit carving display. It was similar to what she was learning in her cooking classes, but the girl at the display made it look ridiculously easy. She found a spot and quietly watched in awe as a pumpkin was transformed into a beautiful bouquet of orange roses. Holy carpal tunnel, that looks like fun. </td> </tr> </table></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | Mar 8 2010, 05:07 PM Post #6 |
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[align=right]![]() Aiden Morse Outfit: Black button-down shirt, baggy black pants, thick black boots, and a strange red jacket/coat/cloak. Mood: Curious. TAG: Holly/Madison.[/align] As the band rolled into the bridge, a young girl with strawberry blonde hair stepped forward with a happy compliment. Aiden nodded to her, the rather impromptu instrumental break that they'd added in last night at his apartment giving him a moment to breathe and to untense a bit. Goddess, had it really been that long since he'd performed? Normally he slipped into it like a second skin, but tonight his shoulders were gradually rising toward his jawbone, hurting his breath support and his ability to sing for long periods of time. What quickly untensed him, however, surprisingly, was when the girl tossed a single gold coin toward the guitar case but missed. As she suddenly crawled onto the stage and around the band members in an attempt to locate it, her large belly no doubt making it a bit difficult, Aiden felt himself relax greatly. Well. This wasn't too different. It was just like when they'd play an acoustic set in a bar or two, where the owners of the bar didn't really care what happened to the band as long as they entertained the patrons enough to get them to buy more drinks. Aiden, in fact, smirked a little, glancing down toward the crowd. He locked eyes with a busty brunette that he remembered meeting on his first day of coming to the island, Madison, and gave her a little shrug as if the two of them were sharing some private joke. He didn't force the pregnant woman off the stage, however, but lowered his voice enough that the instruments would mask it for the audience but that she would still be able to hear it. "Quite all right. Happens all the time," he said softly, watching her with a sense of curiosity before he recognized the cadential progression that led them into the chorus once again. "I'll never be the saaaame~" he sang, softly at first but gradually building up as they charged into the second chorus, great amounts of energy positively rolling off of them as if they were performing an actual metal song, not just an acoustic version of a rock tune. When the song ended, Aiden and the musicians rose from their stools (and cajón, respectively) and bowed to the applause that they heard. Aiden didn't smile at their audience, as he often didn't, but still nodded to a few of them, such as Madison, and spoke aloud. "Thank you. We'll be playing a set in a few minutes. Catch us back here." he informed them all before turning to look at his band. "You guys can take off, get some food, whatever. Good job." They agreed and skittered away, sticking together like he knew that they would. Those three always had a sense of glue keeping them together. There were times, in fact, that Aiden felt like he was the one outside looking in, given how often they were all together and he was off somewhere else alone. Oh well. Aiden turned to look over his shoulder at the pregnant woman, then, crossing his arms over his chest as he tilted his head to the side curiously. "So," he said, drawling it out for a moment as he turned to face her, taking a few steps toward where she was on the platform. "Find what you were looking for?" |
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| Pianoblink | Mar 8 2010, 05:49 PM Post #7 |
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"I think 67 is a good number."
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[align=center]:orange Chad Matthews :orange[/align] Tag: Open Sitting in a lone corner, an easel that pulled in close to his wheelchair and a few sketches and paintings on display, Chad settled rather comfortably sketching the hustle and bustle. The last event he had been to he had probably made a rather sour impression but stress had brought it on and he'd have to live with what had happened, end of story, there was no changing it and in all honesty....he felt no remorse. He wanted to but couldn't. He found himself sketching indifferently when usually he'd favor a gender or a specific look. That was when he was interested, feeling that...He didn't right now, he still clung to the delusion that one day Elli would show up on his doorstep and everything would be wonderful. It was foolish, it was pathetic...but oh how he wanted it. One of his main features that probably merited the most attention was one of an old friend, Sajokai. He missed Sajokai but after such a long time they had grown distant and indifferent towards each other, Chad feeling guilt for the deteriorating relationship, the hindrance of Sajokai's relationship with Steve. So much to feel terrible about....It was a wonder how he functioned sometimes. |
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| tearsandroses | Mar 8 2010, 11:33 PM Post #8 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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MADISON Tag:Aiden/Holly Madison simply gave Aiden a two finger salute while he was playing and went over to him once the band was done playing. Then something bright and shiny caught her attention. She bent over, and picked up a coin as she looked at the pregnant woman crawling on the floor. She walked over and bent down to the girl's height, holding up the coin. "Is...this what you're looking for?" she asked with a smile. |
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| Twilight | Mar 9 2010, 01:27 AM Post #9 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=16 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i45.tinypic.com/35air0x.png" style="background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffb472;"> <tr><td height=150> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> [align=right] <br>Skylar Mason [/align] </span> </td></tr><tr><td> <span style='font-size:12px;Line-height: 16px'> [align=center]~~~~~~~~~~~~❖~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> <br> Tag: Open; Adrienne[/align]<br> <br> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> T</span></span>he retired singer hadn't even known that there was going to be an art festival until one of the teachers had mentioned it at school the other day. Of course, Skye hadn't thought of doing anything for it. Just taking the day to relax and view everybody else's displays.<br><Br> And of course... Adrienne hadn't been very happy with that idea and had insisted that Skye participate and do something. Even Cyrus had said she should. Of course, she finally gave in. She'd spent the last day practicing a song or two; it wasn't necessary to do more than that, really.<br><Br> In between rehearsing, Skye had even given Adrienne a few basic piano lessons to get the girl started. She was glad that the girl was so enthusiastic to learn. <br><Br> Now they were there, at the estate. Skye had managed to get someone to assist her in bringing her piano from her house to the estate and placing it on one of the stages; further from the other music players so the music wouldn't clash. She definitely didn't want that. <Br><Br> And so her piano was already there, set up on one of the stages. Skye entered the estate, holding onto Adrienne's hand. Cyrus was apparently helping out his boss with some furniture or other... So the two females had gone on ahead to the designated place. But she was excited. The atmosphere was something she hadn't really experienced before. It was much different from an actual concert.<br><Br> She'd let go of Adrienne's hand when they'd gotten to the stage and she went up the steps to her piano. Giving the younger blonde a smile as she took a seat there. She prepped the piano, and her voice, by playing a series of scales for a minute. Adjusting the mic a bit before she really started playing the song.<br><br> It was much different from the songs that some other people were playing/singing, more mellow. But the retired singer definitely didn't lack in power, having sung as a career for the last eight odd years.<Br><Br> ((ooc: Click the link where it says 'song' to hear the song. ^^ Pretend there's only a piano and the singer. >.>)) <br><br> [align=center]~~~~~~~~~~~~❖~~~~~~~~~~~~<br>[/align] </span> </td> </tr><tr> <td background=http://i50.tinypic.com/2hmd8n5.png height=100> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Ammy | Mar 9 2010, 04:03 AM Post #10 |
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| KITE | Mar 9 2010, 11:05 AM Post #11 |
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table style="width: 360px; height: 222px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td style="text-align: right;" background="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/Ocean%20of%20Stars/CHR/CHO/WIN/CHO002.png" height="222" valign="bottom" width="349"> <br> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> [/align] </head> <body style="margin-left: 130px; width: 450px;"> <table style="border: 0px dotted rgb(31, 46, 73); font-family: Calibri; background-color: #D3AA6E; width: 360px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <td style="text-align:left;"> [align=center] <img style="border: 0px solid ; width: 150px; height: 120px;" id="fullImage" src="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/CAMERA/DSC00394.jpg?t=1268128452" alt="DSC00394.jpg picture by DEFIANTKITE" galleryimg="no"> <img style="border: 0px solid ; width: 161px; height: 120px;" id="fullImage" src="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/CAMERA/DSC00395.jpg?t=1268128566" alt="DSC00395.jpg picture by DEFIANTKITE" galleryimg="no"> [/align] <b>TAG:</b> Aspen<br> <br> "Oh hello there." Cho said delightfully upon noticing her single 'fan,' watching her carve with admiring eyes. If only boys were this interested in fruit... <br> "How nice of you to join me~" She spoke with a melodious voice, taking one last piece out of the center before looking up from her rose shaped pumpkin. <br> "Here's one I sort of prepared earlier," Cho offered, pulling up a chair beside her and sounding like a host of a day time cooking program. Picking up a chunk of pumpkin with half a flower on top, Cho gave her a view of the intricate center before putting it back down. <br> She was glad to take her hands off the vegetables, as her wrists were starting to feel strained. Carpel tunnel was no joking matter. <br> "If you'd like to learn how too, it's not as hard as it looks." She rubbed a finger with a little cut on it. "Well okay, heehee, its a little tricky. So, what do you say, are you game?"<br> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <br> [align=center] <table style="width: 357px; height: 222px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td style="text-align: right;" background="http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad318/DEFIANTKITE/Ocean%20of%20Stars/CHR/HON/HDR/HOLLY02.png" height="222" valign="bottom" width="349"> <br> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> [/align] </head> <body style="margin-left: 130px; width: 450px;"> <table style="border: 0px dotted rgb(31, 46, 73); font-family: Calibri; background-color: #A57D77; width: 357px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <td style="text-align: left;"> <b>TAG:</b> Aiden Morse, and Madison Girl. Chad Matthews. <br> <br> It was more or less embarrassing that she was giving everyone in the crowd a clear view of her misshapen, ugly round belly with the button gone from 'innie' to 'outie,' as apposed to flashing them her strawberry checkered knickers. <br> That was for the lucky drummer's eyes, I guess.<br> "So, find what you were looking for?" He said looking down at her. <br> "Nope....Hi! My name's Holly B. Abel!" She said a bit hyperly, looking up at the man that was the lead singer of the band. "Can I ask you to sit down please? You standing over me is upsetting my baby." <br> "Is...this what you're looking for?" A girl smiled at her level. <br> ".....Hi! My name's Holly B. Abel!" Before almost bouncing, incredibly fast for a woman with child, up to a standing position. "There. We're not strangers. I guess I can take this off your hands now." She said plucking the single coin out of the girl's hands. She turned energetically to face the singer. <br> Maybe a little too energetically if you ask me, as the item in question flew right over their hands and into the painter's corner. "Well doesn't that just rattle your cage. Nono, don't stop, I'll get it!" She said to the pair before delightfully skipping away. <br><br> She was stopped when she saw the most beautiful sight in the whole gallery, sitting in a lonely little corner.. <br> " Well butter my biscuits! A real live golliwog! Ain't that somethun'? Sorry to interrupt you dear, but did you know you look just like a toy I used to have when I was a rugrat?" She said, bounding up to the mysterious painter, she didn't really care for what he was working on until she caught sight of the subject's face. <br> "My, oh my! I know that guy!" She declared, rather loudly. </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <br> </body> </html> [/dohtml] |
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| Pianoblink | Mar 9 2010, 06:08 PM Post #12 |
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"I think 67 is a good number."
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| Twilight | Mar 11 2010, 07:19 PM Post #13 |
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![]() Naomi Joyce Tag: Open; Aiden Word had been spread that there would be an art festival. Of course, festivals usually meant that there would be a lot of people. And usually, Naomi tended to avoid places with a lot of people. But. She had been trying to get out of that habit. At least the village wasn't overcrowded like the city she used to live in; where crowds of people would make everything suffocating. Or maybe it was just her. But the village was much smaller than her hometown and much more quieter; for which she was eternally grateful. There were no sounds of people constructing or random shouting just outside on the streets or the sounds of cars blaring their horns in traffic. Just peaceful silence. Not complete silence; no. But it was enough. And so she had to give the island more of a chance. She couldn't explain why she had become the way she did after she'd woken up at the hospital, but she wanted to change that. Be the happy teenager she had once been. And so Naomi ventured out of her apartment on the festival day to see what people had in store. It definitely wasn't going to be quiet, she knew that much. And she was proved to be right as she made her way into the estate, hearing music from various platforms. Different forms of music, but she had never been picky as to what kind of music she listened to. Music allowed her to just drift off; she didn't have to think. As she walked, her eyes wandered from platform to platform. There were musicians, and then there were painters and crafters. It all looked interesting. But she didn't stop anywhere in particular. That is, until she came upon a platform that a familiar figure was standing on, talking to a rather pregnant girl who immediately skipped off right after. Naomi tensed slightly as she stopped walking. She was torn between whether or not she should go greet him or just keep walking. She actually knew someone at the festival.. and yet she was reluctant to even greet him. And there instruments on the stage; which must have meant that he had just finished performing... so he was a musician? That was something new to learn. Her gaze fell on him; he hadn't noticed her yet. Maybe... she would just turn around later.. |
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| Twilight | Mar 11 2010, 08:40 PM Post #14 |
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| tearsandroses | Mar 11 2010, 08:50 PM Post #15 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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MADISON Tag: Aiden Madison, after listening jumped up on the stage to talk to Aiden, boredly. She got up on stage and smiled as she brushed a strand of hair from her face. "So that was your band I assume? You're actually pretty good." she said with a smile to back up her compliment. "Then again...as long as it isn't anything to slow or boring I'll listen to it." she said rubbing the back of her neck. She then was curious about his stay so far. "So what do you think about the island so far?" she asked curiously. |
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