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| Too Mainstream; Eberhardt // Ray | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 11 2012, 02:04 AM (219 Views) | |
| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 11 2012, 02:04 AM Post #1 |
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This looks like a job for....
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[dohtml]<center> <div style="width:330px; padding: 15px;background-color: 00FFFF; font-family: georgia; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #ffffff;">You've probably never heard of it</div><div style="height:10px; width: 360px; background-color: 00CDCD;"></div> <div style="width:360px; background-color: 009B9B;"> <img src="http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj555/CaptainKadoodle/Tables/ebeyhip.png" width="360px"> <div style="padding: 15px; width: 330px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 85%;"> Eberhardt loved art as much as the next girl, but really, she needed to get an actual job or something.. Sure, she could just keep taking commissions all her life from people over DeviantART and her Tumblr, but commissions didn't exactly pay rent or anything now did they? Right now she lived in her sister's apartment with her sister's boyfriend and well...it was just sorta awkward. They both worked and all, and then there she was, trolling the internet and covering her room with drawings of cats, landscapes, buildings, naked people and whatnot. The sign of a true artist apparently. <p> But she really needed to get out. Like, out out. Get out and get her own place and get a real job to pay for that place...and a car...and tuition for school. Sure she had applied to a lot of different colleges right out of high school two years ago but all the ones she wanted to go to didn't accept her. And the ones that did she couldn't afford. So that was a problem. <p> Art commissions were only really good enough to buy her a cup of coffee, and a new bra or pair of socks when she needed them. That was pretty much it. Any other she made she just threw at her sister because again, two years after high school, still no job or school. Had to pay her back somehow, right? Which meant Eberhardt worked on these commissions more and more just get some sort of cash flow in. <p> And she had a whole portfolio full of things that needed her artistic taste put into them. And just to not sit in her room and remind her sister and sister's boyfriend that she was still around freeloading in their apartment, she had gone down to Allo's, a little retro cafe that had cheap but amazing coffee. <p> She had crammed herself into a booth and got to work, pouring over one commission after another, occasionally checking her cellphone for texts, calls, emails, or references as to what she was drawing. She had done four commissions by now, tearing out the fifth one she had just completed and laying on the table in front of her along with the other ones. <p> She had been here for hours now. Her wrist was starting to hurt, she really needed to pee (she was on her sixth cup of coffee by now), but she refused to move. When the mood hit her, it hit her like a truck would speeding down the street. She could only draw. And draw. And draw. And unless something physically pulled the pencil out of her hand, she would not stop! <hr> <div style="font-family: calibri; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"> || Iso: Ray || Location || Outfit || Mood: Artistic || Time - 5:00pm || Date: October10th, 2012 ||</div> </div> </div><div style="width: 350px; text-align: right; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15px;"><a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/A_THOUSAND_FIREFLIES/index.php?showuser=7185">∞+∞</a></div> </center>[/dohtml] |
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[align=center] People say you've been talking, you got a big mouth. Saying words you know aren't true, what the hell are you talking about? So now we have a conundrum, and the problem is clearly you. This is the part where it gets ugly, and the solution getting rid of you. You'll never be safe in the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark. With a shovel and a bag full of lime, and I'll say the devil made me do it. [/align] | |
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| mermerluvs2dance | Oct 12 2012, 04:31 AM Post #2 |
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Time to feed some chickens!
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[DOHTML]<center><div style="width: 400px; background-color: #fafafa; border-left: 5px solid #7c9a80; border-right: 5px solid #7c9a80;"><div style="width: 384px; background-color: #fff; border-left: 1px dotted #000000; border-right: 1px dotted #000000;"> <div style="padding-top: 7px;"></div> <div style="width:370px; font-family: garamond; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; font-style: oblique; text-align:center; color: transparent; line-height: 60%; text-shadow: #000000 1px 0px 1px; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 10px;">Cornelius Ray Thibodeaux</div> <div style="width: 370px; padding-top: 2px; text-align:center; text-shadow: #ffffff 1px 0px 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 90%; color: #000; letter-spacing: 0px;"></div> <div style="width: 370px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: #ffffff 1px 0px 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%; color: #000;"></div> <div style="width: 370px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h364/mintymeowz/Ray%20Thibodeaux/hipsterray.png); border: #ccc 1px solid;"></div> <div style="width: 370px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #ffffff 1px 0px 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 90%; color: #000; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </div> <div style="padding: 3px;"></div> <div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; line-height: 95%; color: #000; border-top: 1px dotted #000000; padding-top: 5px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000000; padding-bottom: 5px;"> Date: October 10, 2012<br> Time: 5:00 PM<br> Wearing: click<br> Tag: Eberhardt<p> So why did Ray become a teacher again? Oh, that was right. He needed money... badly... That, and to keep the young minds of America from being poisoned. If he was going to get a job, it might as well be something meaningful... something that will kill two birds with one stone.<p> That seemed pretty damn hopeless, though, when all of his students didn't know what proper grammar was... or that the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor... or that Libya is in the Middle East... and they certainly didn't know about all of the riots. Honestly, did these kids even watch the news? Pick up a newspaper? Listen to the radio? ... Do anything worth while other than just sit on their asses and fail his class?<p> It wasn't that hard of a class, either. American History. Not that hard of a concept to grasp. All you have to do is actually study and these kids couldn't do even that! And if he had been an English teacher instead, they certainly wouldn't have actually taken the time to read the books and enjoy the literature. They're too busy derping around on their facebooks to do anything else.<p> And though he honestly did like being a teacher, it was this that made him lose hope in ever teaching these kids anything. So then what was the point in his job? Because to him, it seemed like it was already too late for everyone except the select few who actually care.<p> But that was enough of that. Ray had been sitting in Allo's since school let out reading furiously at all of these half-assed essays, and he just didn't know how much more of "The Boston Massacre made the British and the colonists mad at each other. People died. It was terrible." No, your essay is terrible! Use better diction! Tell me why! Give me details! For Christ's sake, you're not all in second grade! Five people died! Whoop-de-freaking-do!<p> A heavy sigh of obvious frustration left Ray as he struggled to not pull all his hair out right then and there. He needed more coffee. He fished around in his pockets for a moment before he finally found a few dollar bills crumpled in the pits of his pockets, and got up from his spot.<p> On his way to the counter, though, something caught his eye. A woman who had escaped his notice before while he was busily grading way was sketching away in a notebook, and quite honestly, it looked great so far. And the others... Well, they were just fantastic! Coffee momentarily out of mind, Ray pushed his slightly too big glasses up the bridge of his nose, and said, "They all look really nice." </div> <div style="padding-bottom: 7px;"></div> </div></div><div style="width: 400px; text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 95%; color: #000; ">THANKS ♥</div></center>[/DOHTML] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Nov 20 2012, 01:40 AM Post #3 |
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This looks like a job for....
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[dohtml]<center> <div style="width:330px; padding: 15px;background-color: 00FFFF; font-family: georgia; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #ffffff;">You've probably never heard of it</div><div style="height:10px; width: 360px; background-color: 00CDCD;"></div> <div style="width:360px; background-color: 009B9B;"> <img src="http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj555/CaptainKadoodle/Tables/ebeyhip.png" width="360px"> <div style="padding: 15px; width: 330px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 85%;"> Eberhardt froze in her sketching at the voice, slowly lifting her head up to stare at the person who complemented her. Guy, tall guy. Glasses. Big blue eyes. Blonde. Handsome. Oh god she did not just think some cute stranger was handsome. Wait...grah! And he had complimented her drawings. Her drawings. Her freaking art! Oh god, what did you do when some cutie complimented you like that? <p> "I have to pee" she blurted out, throwing down her sketchbook and pencil and quickly scooting out of her booth and scurrying over to the ladies room. Her face was on fire the entire way there, and she only managed to relax once she put the bathroom door between her and the rest of the cafe. <p> 'YOU MORON! I HAVE TO PEE? THAT'S WHAT YOU SAY TO SOMEONE? OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA THINK YOU'RE SOME SORT OF FREAK!' she mentally screamed at herself, sighing in agony. Wow. Just wow. Wooooow oh woooow. That was probably one of the single most embarrassing things she had ever done in her life. Pick up lines, oh yeah, talk about pissing. Oh god, how was she ever gonna go back out there, with him still out there? <p> Oh god what was she gonna dooooooo? <hr> <div style="font-family: calibri; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"> || Iso: Ray || Location || Outfit || Mood: Asdfghjkl; || Time - 5:00pm || Date: October10th, 2012 ||</div> </div> </div><div style="width: 350px; text-align: right; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15px;"><a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/A_THOUSAND_FIREFLIES/index.php?showuser=7185">∞+∞</a></div> </center>[/dohtml] |
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[align=center] People say you've been talking, you got a big mouth. Saying words you know aren't true, what the hell are you talking about? So now we have a conundrum, and the problem is clearly you. This is the part where it gets ugly, and the solution getting rid of you. You'll never be safe in the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark. With a shovel and a bag full of lime, and I'll say the devil made me do it. [/align] | |
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| mermerluvs2dance | Nov 24 2012, 02:53 AM Post #4 |
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Time to feed some chickens!
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[DOHTML]<center><div style="width: 400px; background-color: #fafafa; border-left: 5px solid #7c9a80; border-right: 5px solid #7c9a80;"><div style="width: 384px; background-color: #fff; border-left: 1px dotted #000000; border-right: 1px dotted #000000;"> <div style="padding-top: 7px;"></div> <div style="width:370px; font-family: garamond; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; font-style: oblique; text-align:center; color: transparent; line-height: 60%; text-shadow: #000000 1px 0px 1px; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 10px;">Cornelius Ray Thibodeaux</div> <div style="width: 370px; padding-top: 2px; text-align:center; text-shadow: #ffffff 1px 0px 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 90%; color: #000; letter-spacing: 0px;"></div> <div style="width: 370px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: #ffffff 1px 0px 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%; color: #000;"></div> <div style="width: 370px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h364/mintymeowz/Ray%20Thibodeaux/hipsterray.png); border: #ccc 1px solid;"></div> <div style="width: 370px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #ffffff 1px 0px 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 90%; color: #000; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </div> <div style="padding: 3px;"></div> <div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; line-height: 95%; color: #000; border-top: 1px dotted #000000; padding-top: 5px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000000; padding-bottom: 5px;"> Date: October 10, 2012<br> Time: 5:00 PM<br> Wearing: click<br> Tag: Eberhardt<p> She was cute. No, more than cute, she was beautiful. He had never seen features like hers before. That snow white hair... But what really captured his attention were her eyes. Bright as the sun and just as yellow. And she was blushing, and she.... had to pee?<p> Ray blinked and watched in a stupor as she scooted out of the booth and made a bee-line for the ladies room. Well, that wasn't exactly what he was expecting. A shy thank you maybe... When you gotta go you gotta go I guess... He mused to himself as he looked back from the ladies room door to the drawings spread out on the table.<p> They really were amazing. The detail... the colors... And to think he had the drawing skills of a third grade boy. No, compared to these, any drawings Ray ever did looked like they belonged at the bottom of a hamster cage in tiny bits and pieces.<p> As he continued to look over the different drawings, he found himself sliding into the booth to get a closer look. How could something as beautiful as these drawings ever come out of a person's head? That just made two interesting things about that woman... whoever she was. Her eyes and her art. Well... that and her extreme need to pee. </div> <div style="padding-bottom: 7px;"></div> </div></div><div style="width: 400px; text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 95%; color: #000; ">THANKS ♥</div></center>[/DOHTML] |
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