Yeah, I've written a 7501 word chapter for my story I've began to write. here is the fraction of the original chapter I posted up. :v This is the main character, wolfe: Spoiler I drew this so quickly, I doubt I got any of it right. I was going out, and waiting for my taxi to arrive at the house, and it was late. So, to cure my boredom, I drew this. I might post a better one up soon. Spoiler Here is the second picture of Wolfe. This is based on the idea of the football scene, when the ball is allegedly 'passed' to her, and ends up repeatedly bouncing off of her head. People are approaching her on this, and I tried to get the "oshit" expression pasted upon her face. Oh, and please ignore my scribbled writing, and the panda in the bottom corner. It's from my awesome notebook xD Spoiler Again, ignore Mr. Panda and the writing. It's just holding his personality traits and name and such. Nothing that will make you jump with glee. Well, this is Jet. He comes into the story in abouuuuttt.....the 10th chapter. Yes, I know, I plan ahead a lot. This picture probably took me the longest. Bare in mind that it was 2am, I couldn't sleep and I decided to plan and draw. :v Aren't I lovely. Well, I would appreciate comments so much, and would like to know where the hell I went wrong with these people xD For the record, I used: mechanical pencils, (4B,5B,3H) Sharpie markers (for the clothes) Deco colour markers (for Jet's hair) PROMarkers for the skin tones and skin shading in areas. Black Gel pen for the wet look on the hair, and easy of freehand styling. Thanks for reading and viewing my pretties, I hope you can all comment <3 ~ Sparkey<3
mmkay guys, 8D let's do this.
..And I got beat by a kid in a baby stroller. A sad day had dawned upon my household.
(This is a dream I had, and figured I would attempt to write it down and turn it into a horror-type piece of writing. Hope you all like it <3) I stood, looking straight forward at the shadows that engulfed the atmosphere around me. Everything was dark... So dark. It was as if all reminisce of light that was once shed upon my world had been taken away, and consumed by some ever-growing monster born to tear my reality apart. When in deeper thought, realisation took me to a new level of understanding, letting the fact that this wasn’t reality sink into my mind like a deathly poison. It hurt to think that my mind could hurt me like this. That my subconscious thoughts could conjure up such spaces and emotions I didn’t know was possible to witness or feel. I made a vast attempt at sighing, which took me by surprise, as I didn’t feel the need of such an action to take place. My lips parted slightly to take in the cool air surrounding me, which only resulted in my jaw hanging slack from its hinges. Nothing was here. Nothing at all. There was no air to take in, hence the reason I began to increasingly choke and gag on the spot. My lungs began to burn, the flames seemingly growing and spreading throughout all my internal organs. I was craving air, the one thing that was to keep me alive at this moment, and I was deprived of it. A low tremor tore through the ground below me, sending cool rush of supple oxygen running past me. I took my chance and gasped in the cool breeze, the air being like water to cease the fire curling around my innards. Along with the release from burning, was scent. Said scent forced a stinging sensation to attack my eyes and nasal passages. Such a horrible smell to meet me, in a space to lifeless and impure; it was sending a pulsing sensation through the air around me, like that of a heart pumping with adrenaline. The smell of the deceased. I looked down, acknowledging the fact that colossal cracks split the ground around me. Inhabiting the cracks were arms of some sort, creeping towards me with skin tinted like that of a dusty piece of charcoal. Small cuts seared in the skin of the limbs approaching me, leaving a black substance running down the forearms of the savage monstrosities. Upon further inspection, I was surrounded by these irritating claws, of which were now beginning to slither towards my ankles with some speed. I attempted to move, but only to fail in the fact that my feet were numb completely. Soon my ankles were gripped by rough, rugged nails, with the first layer of my skin being torn away completely to leave a stinging sensation curse through the joints of my legs. I screamed; it was so painful to an extent where I felt physically sick. I could feel the bile surfacing to my throat gradually the more pain was pressed to my blood-caked legs. My scream echoed, sending a crack through a glass-like substance infront of me. I must have mistaken this glass for the darkness on my previous assessment of my surroundings. As the glass split, the shards splintered outwards, dicing the limbs that were clawing at my legs to mere cubes of gooey, grey flesh. I staggered forward, swallowing back a whimper as a warm tear trickled down my cheek. I was completely alone now, with only me and my conscience to go over the happenings which had just occurred. A low chuckle from behind drew my attention. I slowly turned and glanced over my left shoulder, only for my eyes to be greeted by something beyond explanatory. Such a gruesome figure stood, staring with small beady eyes. Just below its eyes, under the rotting flesh mounted upon brittle cheekbones, was its mouth. The lips lining the entrance to said mouth were slim, black and had multiple tiny slices in them. The incisions oozed blood with every deep, panting breath the creature took. "Take me." I whispered, my voice cracked and weak from the experience I had just endured. "I just don't care anymore."
You're finally gonna have a break from me. Concider yourselves lucky ;D I'm off to london with school. Gonna.. go to the BBC studios Drury lane and all that jazz globe theatre to see some stuff West end production of 'Oliver!' Some drama and literiture stuff Shakespeare acting and things Shopping in covent garden. And, we are staying just around the corner form Jen and Kelly jane from Dmeyx time... Woop. Well, take care of yourselves. See you all on thursday evening! xxx
(Yeah, I made a vast draft of this and decided it was time to brush up on the good 'ole writing skills. I hope you all like this :} ) Prologue I’ve never actually put thought into the whole “supernatural†debate; “are ghosts real? Do vampires exist? Are they still here? What about the Egyptians? They hold alot of secrets.†Well you know my answer to all these ongoing debates? It’s life. Either way, we gotta live with it. Which is right, isn’t it? Whether all this ghost stuff is real, or it isn’t, we all have to live through it no matter what. Except, of course, if you commit suicide. But that’s beside the point. *** Chapter 1 Travel, torture, and all-round school. I rolled down the window; today, the temperature was soaring in the sunny state of California. It was nearly 84oF, and the cool breeze rolling through the window of my mom’s truck was just right to stop me from either melting from lack of air, or freezing solid from too much of it rushing past me. I turned, looking at my mom and analysed her expression; her blue cobalt eyes were squinted into little slits as the sun blared through her window. Her curled auburn hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, despite the spiralling curls bouncing in every direction. Her lips, what there was of them – they are quite slim lips - were tightly pursed together and twisted into a small scrunch just left to where her mouth should be sitting, showing that she was thinking through something with great detail. “Wolfe...†She sighed, her gravelling voice showing the signs that she had been smoking since she was young. I’ve been begging her to stop lately; the risk of cancer is too high, and all the warnings are over the news and other resources. She wouldn’t listen; she’s too arrogant to take advice from me: the fifteen year-old girl without two brain cells to rub together, supposedly. I nodded, urging her to carry on what her eccentric mind was boggling over. By eccentric, I mean totally bonkers. Which she is, and is probably the reason I can be sensible at times; I have to restrain her from going through with her harebrained schemes. “Well,†a sigh rolled out, fogging an exasperated look over her pale, freckled face. “I was wondering, have you ever thought about taking relaxing pills?†What did I say? Yet another harebrained scheme has formed itself in her childlike mind like modelling dough. I sighed, shaking my head slightly with swift little movements. I knew why she was saying this, and that is the reason I was getting more irritated the further I thought into what she was saying. So, maybe I had a little bit of an anger issue; I just didn’t have any tolerance for people who weren’t being reasonable or being degrading towards me. Basically, that is teachers in general: always so pretentious and immodest. I looked up again, to see my mom looking right back at me; we were parked in the drive of our small home now. I could see my reflection in her eyes; my short black hair was just dangling in little spikes above my eyes – just above, I may add – and just over the top of my ears. My black eyes were a total contrast to my mom’s; we were so alike at times, but when seen together, we were different. I had black, straight hair, and she had wavy auburn hair. She had shimmering blue eyes, and I had deep black eyes. “Well?†she asked, smiling and showing her white teeth. I gave a crooked smile, shrugging my shoulders – which, quite suddenly, felt a million times heavier. “I’m okay, mom.†I smiled reassuringly. I’d always been good at lying; I’d done it so many times that from time to time, I even convince myself that what I say is true. “School is going fine now anyway; all the kids in my class have stopped making a big deal over me being the new girl...†That was beyond the truth. So beyond, that it was like the whole situation I had formed there was like a reverie for me; I had just begun a new term at the local school here - due to my fighting, I was thrown out of my last one – and things are just... bad. Really, really bad. Girls really don’t know how to shut their mouths, and Boys... don’t even let me begin on how boys wind me up. First of all, it’s the name; it’s unusual, I know. And don’t think for one second I have been led to forget that fact. Well, this is the story I was given: My dad was from somewhere in the north of the Washington state, and he had supposedly come from a family that didn’t believe in the whole ‘sex before marriage’ thing that’s going on. He told my mom that he couldn’t stay with her; that his family would be angry and banish him from the home he lived in. He was a bit of a freak, my dad. My mom said that he was just as eccentric as her, maybe a bit more. But I have my theories about the man. I believe that he had lost it all those years ago, and it was contagious; my mom is slowly beginning to go nuts, too. My evidence is this: He only ever asked for one thing once I was born: for me to be called Wolfe. To be honest, if I was my mom in that position, I would say no to that stupid request. But no, mom decided that it would be in the right respect that he should have at least one decision that has something to do with me... which I think is unfair, for the plain fact that she has the good name – Maria, if you must know. Which I think is rather good, as it suits our surname of Vandetta quite nicely - and yet, here I am, the one that is destined to be different. How lovely. Maybe my name wasn’t the worst thing about me; my temper is alot worse. It’s nothing I’m willing to brag about, and for the majority of the time, I get quite embarrassed over it. Have you ever heard the saying, “the possibilities are endless� Well, that saying implies to me when someone makes me snap. It really, really isn’t nice. Another reason for my hatred of the new school I am in; the rumour. The rumour, just like any other rumour, is a very hurtful one. The rumour being, that my sexuality is lesbian. This obscure – and very idle – speculation reared its ugly head within the first week of me attending my new source of education. The reason for this tall tale? My hair is short and spiked at the ends, I am not girly, and I have not got a strict record that the girls call “acceptable†to ensure that I am straight. Acceptable, meaning that I have had a new boyfriend more frequently than a new pair of shoes – which is highly unlikely, as guys are so immature, and shoes are a lot more appealing. Perhaps the several reasons I have mentioned do not stand out as much as I assume they do; perhaps, it is just the stand-out reason, that I am the new girl. The novelty toy in the yard full of children; all of them being interested as to what will happen when certain buttons are pressed, and when something good and entertaining happens, they repeatedly push the same buttons. It’s all logical really. “You’ve gone quiet...†Maria stated, looking at me with curiosity, but masked it with that maternal look that signifies she has the slightest bit of worry seeping through her thoughts. At least she wasn’t edging on hysterical this time; but that’s another story. “What’s wrong?†“Nothing...†I reassured her calmly, my smile false, but still sent out the calming aura and did as it intended; to chill her out. I was so used to this; I’ve been through this scenario so many times before, with moving from school-to-school and denying problems often. Too bad my mom was too busy wrapped in her own little world – the kind which held pink bunnies and big cotton-candy clouds – to notice. But we all gotta pull through, right? ...Right. *** The probability of me getting to sleep that night was so unlikely; I think the French would class it as petite... In other words: very, very small. My mind was too busy running over what the next day was going to hold; it was going to be horrible, I know that much. I was wondering what was going to make it horrible, that kept my mind working. I was hoping it was going to be an easy day tomorrow, the type that I could get away with pushing my ear-phones in and falling asleep to my music in class. A ripe twenty minutes later, at 12:20 am to be exact, I eventually fell asleep. Thank goodness. Falling from my bed in a clumsy state, I managed to pull myself along the thick black carpet underneath my body and pull myself up using the small cabinet in the far corner of the room. I have always been slightly inept, so I was used to tumbling out of my rather high bed many times. The situation that had awoken me was nothing new. Glancing at the clock, I groaned. It was 6:30am, and I was due to wake in fifteen minutes. My school bus wasn’t something to rush for, but I don’t want a detention slip to be slammed on my desk tomorrow morning; it was Thursday today, and I have already been late twice this week, – they were not my fault, the bus just happened to be early the day I had gym first – So if I get one more, an automatic detention will be crushed down my throat for Friday. Said detention will be with Mr Barnbrough; he is the leader of my year. He is tall, stocky, and has a large bald head. He is probably the only teacher of whom I am afraid of to a certain extent – that meaning; I won’t swear or verbally abuse him. All the others are fine to shout at, I think. Throwing on my average black t-shirt and skinny jeans, I looked in the mirror and smiled. I then looked again, frowning; the girl that complimented my eyes when I looked at the reflective glass did not register to be me. My face was glistening from a thin line of sweat that formed on my forehead, deep bluish-black shadows suspended under my eyes, and my eyes seemed wider than usual. “What...the hell....†I mumbled in astonishment, letting my hands probe my own face as I watched to see if this stranger in the mirror did the same, and she did. I must have had a nightmare again, and had a restless night because of it. I always get nightmares, whether they are about clowns, or just about falling through the sky into darkness. They always seemed to frighten me, although I never seem to remember some of them straight away. I can guarantee that it suddenly comes back to me through the day, and most probably in the form of a flash-back or something like that. I glanced at the clock again, to check if I wasn’t hallucinating when I seen it was 6:30am. The small red numbers on the digital clock read that the time was 6:45am. Right on time. *** With my lunch stuffed away into my black messenger bag, and my bus pass slotted into my pocket – along with my cell phone, of course – I waved my mom a goodbye and exited my house. Today was another gloriously sunny day, meaning, most of the kids that participate in making my bus-ride hell will be walking today. Perhaps today wasn’t going to be so bad, after all. The bus stop was a mere 50 yards away when it came into view, and it appeared that my prediction was correct; no-one was there awaiting the bus’ arrival. I certainly wasn’t late; in fact, I was actually on time for once in my dreary life. My lips curled into a minor smile as the bus stop came closer, my ears totally oblivious to the roaring engine that was fast on my heels. I stopped, glanced behind me, and witnessed but a blur of yellow rush past and straight down the road ahead. Said yellow blur being my damn school bus. “You’re kidding.†I gasped, throwing my bag to the floor. “Why me? Why the hell would this only happen to me!?†I could feel my temper sizzling slightly, but I kept it cool. I guess I’ll just have to wait for the later bus. I thought, sighing and sitting on the curb at the roadside. ...If there is a later bus. Looking at my watch, I shook my head slightly; it was now 8:45am and I have been on this hot, sticky, foul bus for fifteen minutes now, and it has barely moved an inch or so. Traffic here is ridiculous, and when you add that onto a brainless, docile driver, it isn’t a very good mix. I glanced around, and noticed I was the only one on this godforsaken bus. All the battered green seats were empty, with the only things inhabiting them, being small residues of fluff that have fallen from the holes in the seating. “Hey...†I called to the front of the bus – which was only several rows away – from the edge of my seat. “Hey, how long are we gonna be?†The driver turned 180 degrees in his seat to look at me. His eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, but by the smile on his face I knew he was amused by this. “Well kid,†He started in his gruff voice. “It seems to me, that you’re gonna be stuck here for a while. The traffic be stretching all down main street, it is.†He let out a low throaty chuckle, and turned back to the road ahead. “This day couldn’t get any worse for me.†I groaned, throwing my arms onto the back of the seat infront of me, and resting my head on them. “I really, really wish I had a new life.†*** On arrival to the pits of hell, the time was exactly 8:59am. My just-on-time entrance was only achieved by me having to actually get out of the bus, and actually run to this damn school; All in favour of not getting on Mr Bald-noggin’s bad side, and to prevent myself from getting a detention. My first class, was undoubtedly my worst. I had gym first period, and to a certain extent, I wish I had stayed on that bus with the big sweaty driver just to miss this lesson. In all honesty, the lesson itself wasn’t that bad; the variety of activities in this lesson was minuscule: we, kicked a ball around, bounced a ball around, or hit a ball with a wooden stick. Calling these things ‘balls’ was probably a major understatement. These spherical weapons were...Well...weapons. Very painful, powerful weapons. In my case, Weapons of mass-destruction, said weapons being aimed mainly at my skull and ankles. Forget all your torture methods when I get sent into hell for my sins, just put me into a permanent gym-class with these exact girls, and it will be enough to send me mental. I stepped into the locker room, and instantly my eyes flickered over towards the corner. The corner was not just any corner, it was the corner. Not a corner, the corner. The rule of the corner is simple: If you are not blonde, pretty or a believer of the rumour – yes, the rumour about me – then you are not accepted to store your belongings, change into your gym kit, or converse with the inhabitants of the corner. The inhabitants of the corner are a selected few. Although the vast majority of my year participates in the rumour, and many of them feel true faith and belief with every word spoken of it, they still are prohibited from this sacred place. They are either not pretty enough, funny enough, or popular enough to be accepted by the few members. The whole ‘popularity’ dispute has morphed itself into a simple algebra code now: popularity = evil + blonde2. And what this formula implies is that you must be evil, and two times blonder than the average student, to be popular. But why? What is the big deal with popularity? You get invited to parties, get ‘hooked up’, get pregnant, get to the front of the lunch queue, and don’t even have to pay for the lunch you eat – if you eat any of it, that is – because your beefy jock boyfriend (Who is a weekly fashion, may I add) has stole it from one of the smaller, weaker kids. ...I believe I just realised why people are craving this type of stereotypical image and title. They get to keep the money they earn; they socialise, have a love-life, and have automatic intimidation planted upon their foreheads. I just really don’t understand how the hell people can automatically fall into that category. Back to the corner. The first girl I spotted – and unmistakably heard – was the ring leader of this little troop. Her shiny blonde hair was hanging at waist length, just above her unreasonably high shorts and caramelised-brown thighs. She was giggling in a high-pitched tone, which shuddered straight through me and directly into my bones. She was probably bragging about what she got up to at the weekend again, and who with. With one swift turn, she was looking at me with those malicious, blue eyes, as if she was staring deep into my most intricate thoughts. This was such an average display to endure, I was tempted to voice-over each word she was going to speak. “Well, look who decided to show.†She smiled, placing her hands on her extremely narrow hips. She continued to giggle slightly under her breath. That greeting was so cocky, so sarcastic... so Lauren Hardy. “Wolfie Vandredda.†She giggled again at her purpose mispronunciation of my name. “Good morning Lauren.†I answered coldly, glaring at the girl stood before me. She glared back, in an attempt to stare me down, but failed miserably. She turned in her plimsoll-lined heel and advanced towards her locker in the corner with some irritation present in her body language, mostly evident by her clenched fists and tightly clenched jaw. The other girls stood in the surrounding lockers to Lauren's were just staring in awe at the sudden rage of frustration that had taken over their little commander, and could do nothing but stand there, frozen in the motion of what they were doing to witness – and possibly work out as to what caused – this miniature fit of rage that had engulfed her. I’m assuming it was just my blank, and rather tired, expression masked over my face that bared no reaction as to what she was saying or taunting at me. I would have smirked in amusement at this if it wasn’t for my blank expression that fuelled this situation. After a few minutes of watching the blonde slam about the corner, and her mindless blonde clones follow after her like servants, I took my usual position at the opposite end of the locker room beside a friendly girl named Nicola. Once dressed, both I and the friendly girl began to chat about the events that occurred several minutes ago. “What was Lauren kicking off about?†Nicola asked, taking a puff of her blue inhaler as we entered the cold sports hall. Her greasy black hair was tied back in a pony-tail, and her rimless glasses had slid down her nose completely once we were abruptly moved out of the way by Lauren and her crew. “She seemed pretty upset to me...†She whispered in her weedy voice as she peeked over her glasses to look at the spiteful blonde again. “I think it’s because I wasn’t giving her a reaction...†I muttered back, glaring at the girl in question with a heap full of hate. “I suppose she projected the reaction she expected me to give out.†With a shrug of my shoulders, I sat on the low wooden bench and waited for our teacher to make her usual entrance; boisterous, rude, and grumpy. As predicted, Coach Hazel made her way into the hall with an abrupt spring in her step. Her curled black hair was tied back into a bun, and hidden by the red NYC cap she wore on her head. With her sharp, narrowed eyes she scanned our small class of ten, which initially told me that she was tallying up the possibility of getting an ounce of work out of us. The possibility must have seemed high in her mind, as she made her decision with a blunt nod and click of her fingers. “Today, class, we shall be having a game of soccer.†She announced in her low-octave voice. “In that game of soccer I want to witness you all push your bodies to their limit, and by saying that I mean I want to see some actual sweat dripping from your little teenage faces, and across the damn floorboards you are trampling over. Do I make myself clear?†Ah, Coach Hazel. How I have always wondered why on earth you have not been thrown out of here, and into the pits of the armed forces. She had always had a way with words, and those words she spoke to us were always moving. Literally, they were moving; she had a slight problem with excess saliva forming in her mouth, which initially made her spit whenever she was giving one of her emotional speeches. This little problem of hers made it difficult to stop yourself from edging back from her, no matter how bad it made you feel. Our class nodded, and we got divided into two separate teams of five girls. The first team consisted of the five girls I do not know in our class. One was extremely tall, two were extremely small, and two were in the middle. One of them – the tall one – was from Laurens clan, and glared at me at random intervals. My team on the other hand, was totally different; we had Lauren Hardy as team captain, Sabrina Evans and Stephanie Yarmfield – two of her close clones – as her defenders, Nicola (my friend from the locker room) joining her in midfield, and me. “Okay. I’m gonna have My Sab and Steph in defence,†Lauren explained when our teams were first arranged. “You two can sort out who goes in goal and stuff. Uh... You. With the greasy hair...†– she clicked her fingers towards Nicola – “You go in midfield with me, okay? Okay.†Then it came my turn. This was her perfect opportunity to get me back for what I ‘made’ her do in the locker room. This was another moment where her words were so predictable, I could have written it down on paper before she had spoken them. “Here we go...†I muttered, looking at Nicola with a patronising smile. “Okay, um, Wolfe, that leaves you to be ****- oops! I mean, strike-er. Good luck with that.†She giggled, along with her little lap-dogs, before running to her position in the badly marked-out hall. “You’re so damn funny, Lauren. You really are.†I muttered, walking to the far right of the crappy wanna-be soccer pitch. This match was going to be painful, I just knew it. And I was right; it was painful. Every time Lauren went to ‘pass the ball’ to me, it ended up flying towards my head at full speed and colliding with my face. The other girls, of course, found this full situation side-splittingly hilarious. Clearly, I didn’t; it hurt a lot and my face had a heart-beat by the end of the 45 minute soccer match. On the bright side, I scored all the goals that helped us win, and Coach Hazel is toying with the idea of placing me on the girls 14+ soccer team. My transition between gym kit and clothes was fluent, which gave me enough time to go to the medical room for some ice and a drink of water to help my jaw deflate back to its original size, before skipping off to French class. French, as per usual, was boring. It was so unbelievably boring, that it is not worth my damn time to explain how boring it was. It is one of the most dreadful lessons I must endure, with the highlight of the lesson being some dorky kid sat in the front row of the class near Madame Melanie choking on their milkshake whilst laughing so hard at his fellow dorks getting a question incorrect. Yeah, French is that bad. But, I would rather have this lesson than gym any day of the week. Once our fifteen minute break between period two and period three settled itself into my agenda, I met up with Nicola outside of the maths building just west of the main school building. She had her usual pink and black fleece and jogging bottoms on, along with a blindingly bright pair of white trainers. I think the manufacturer was Adidas, but I don’t really care for those sport makes; I’m more of a look-nice-and-buy-it type of girl. “Is your Jaw okay?†She asked the moment she seen me with the cold, soggy gel-pack held to my cheek. I smirked and blushed slightly, knowing that she probably wanted to burst into hysterics. “G-getting better.†I managed to splutter as I took the gel-like substance cocooned in a plastic sandwich bag away from my left cheek. “Damn, it’s swelled lots...†Nicola muttered, leaning closer for a better look at my bulbous cheek and jaw. “What Lauren did was uncalled for. You don’t deserve a soccer ball in your mouth just because of your sexuality.†I let out a large sigh and shook my head – which actually did feel heavier – from side-to-side. “You believe the rumour too?†I asked in a slurred tone. She looked down at me with her big brown eyes through her glasses. “Well, Wolfe, you do scream verbal abuse at anyone who believes it. It’s as if you have something to hide or something like that...†She explained, letting her hands make swirling patterns in the air as she gave her explanation. I just nodded my way through it and conjured up an interested expression on my face to keep Nicola talking long enough for me to think about more interesting things other than my rowdy behaviour. “And those names you called Lauren! I laughed so much when I seen her start crying. You were absolutely comical.†This was the moment I tuned back into the conversation at hand, as I couldn’t remember calling Lauren any names at all. “I called Lauren names?†I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly as I attempted to redeem this memory from my memory banks. “I can’t remember that bit...†“You can’t? It was just after you gained back your spatial awareness from the ball hitting your head for the fifth time in a row. I didn’t know you had such a colourful vocabulary.†“I swear upon my own mother’s life I cannot remember this happening. Are you sure it wasn’t just a dream?†I asked, cocking my head to the side with a slight smile. “I’m sure I seen – and heard – you scream those hurtful names at her...†Nicola mumbled, her voice slightly muted by the school bell. “Well, we’ll have to work this out later, won’t we? The bell has gone and I have geography now.†I smiled the best I could without causing too much pain. “I’ll meet you in the same place as lunch starts?†“I’m doing hockey at dinner with Coach Hazel and the other girls. Maybe you could come along?†She asked with a smile. Oh lord. Does this girl know me at all? I hate every aspect of sports, and fail to see the reason why people would actually spend their free time participating in them. You only either hurt others, or get hurt yourself. Although hurting others I don’t mind, as Lauren Hardy is on the girl’s hockey team, but getting hurt is one of my downfalls; I seem to be prone to injuries. “No thanks. I think I’ll pass on that one.†I laughed slightly, as I began to walk towards the main building. “Suit yourself then.†Nicola rolled her eyes, with a smile evident in her tone. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.†“Yeah.†I called back. “See you tomorrow, I guess.†Within half an hour of Mr Cainbrough’s droning about how our economy and lifestyles were wrong, I had resorted to placing my earphones into my ears and playing my heavy music over his old voice. From my few weeks of staying at Stanton High, I have learned that he is the type of teacher that uses his students as people to complain to. I dread to think of how popular he must be with the other teachers in this place. I began to doodle across my notes page; music had always brought out my creative side. I started off with a human eye, and slowly built a face around it. When half the face was scrawled across the A5 piece of paper, I stopped and looked up. The image to greet my eyes was not that of a nice one. Mr Cainbrough was staring at me with his big wrinkled eyes, with his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Other people in the class were giggling to themselves and pointing towards the doorway. I turned, blinked, let the sighaw before me sink in, and placed my head upon the table. I took hold of the wires trailing from my ears and pulled them sharply downwards to remove the small earphones that inhabited them. “Wolfe?†That familiar rough voice called. “Wolfe, you get out of this classroom now young lady.†I looked up and straight into the eyes of my mother, who had now made a bee-line from the door and towards my desk. I immediately stood up in shock and embarrassment, my eyes slightly conical. “Why are you in my geography class!?†I demanded, glaring straight into her sapphire eyes. “Wolfe Maria Vandetta! How dare you hold that tone in your voice?†She snapped back at me. I could feel my cheeks blushing by now, forcing me to make some uncomfortable adjustments to my stance. “Get out of this classroom now!†I sighed, and took my bag before any more trouble could be provoked by me, or Maria, and left.
for some reason... When I post. The forum is making me do a triple post D8 //excuse my bad postage, please dears. <3
So, I got increadably bored one night when I got hyperactive from lack of sleep (Stupid, I know) and so I drew this. It's all about how someone with problems applies the "Happy mask" or "Happy face" for society to see. :3 Or you could make up your own meaning. Critique, please? Thankies Sparkey~ <3
...and unlimited money. What the hell would you do? D:
I haven't slept in Days, for a first. My nightmares are getting worse and worse and I fear that I'm slipping into a zombified state. Secondly.. My best friend keeps talking of suicide. I can't help but fear that she might actually go through with it, and it's painful to watch. The irritating fact of the matter, is that it is over a guy. Well, two, but mainly just one of the two. I don't know, she's really an attention seeker, and she is so loud, and appears really overly cheerful. I confronted her about it, and she said that it was because school takes her mind off 'thinking'. I don't know. She claims to have planned her own funderal. And I hate the things she is telling me, and my other best friend. Other mentioned good friend of mine is on holiday at the moment, and so all her attention has been averted to me, and my slow working, tired mind. I can just slowly feel myself cracking up, and she is literally polluting my damn life with her problems. I want to be a good friend, but I also want to have my own thoughts, without the worries about her creeping in, too. I have my personal problems, which I won't mention, but she isn't helping. I just want some advice. Thankyou, xxxx
Greetings, viewers. Sparkey here. This is my first ever Koi-fish design to draw. I think it took me around 15 minutes to complete fully, with the colouring. I used a 2B graphite pencil, and various Sharpey permenent markers. I enjoyed this, and wish to continue this mini project of mine by positioning, colouring and designing them differently. Critisism, anyone? :3
Hey people. I'll be gone until friday. If any mods read this, can you guys lock this on friday morning, please? Thankyou [: Well.... I guess a break is what I need. See you all in a few days! ! ! ! ~sparkey
So we were in school...bored...and my friend came up with this thing. Think of an innocent sentence, say, "I'm taking my dog for a walk." On the end of that sentence, raise an eyebrow, put an evil smile on your face, and slowly say 'Ladies...' in a suggestive tone. This has been going on for days now xD I would be passing in the hall and out of nowhere I would hear: "hello! ....ladies...." xD try it.
authors note: yeah, wolfe is from my Rp's, so I decided to explore the character further. here is what came out... this is also displayed on www.fictionpress.com :) comment please! x chapter oneWolfe looked to the floor solemnly, her short black hair spiking out into tufts in random directions. She sighed, looking towards the clock on the wall; 12:15. She had been in the Doctors waiting room for 45 minutes now, and her patience was wearing thin. The boy beside her shuffled, looking at her cautiously; Wolfe could be quite intimidating, although she was only a small, slim teenage girl, her black eyes were cold and normally warned others that she wasn’t a ‘people person’. She’d had enough. Rising from her seat, she walked over to the reception desk. Patience wasn’t one of Wolfe’s specialties, and when she had a little boy staring at her with every short breath she took; it made the whole situation a lot worse. The receptionist looked up, a sour look on her face. The words “I CANNOT SMILE†were literally painted on her forehead. Her tanned, wrinkled skin was like parcel paper that had been screwed up and thrown in a washing machine... Repeatedly. Her Name tag read Deidre Mason, even her name had a sour edge to it. “Can I help you?†she asked. Her voice was croaky, like she’d been smoking 20 since she was twelve or something; by those wrinkles, that seemed a long time. “yeah.†Wolfe flashed a fake smile. “You see that seat there?†she pointed towards the old tattered seat in between the small blonde child and the rather ‘large’ woman. “Yeah, I’ve been sat in that thing for 45 minutes. It has holes in it and smells like pee. I can hardly move an inch in the damn thing without getting a spring up my ass, and I have a snot-nosed little brat glaring at me from the right every 2 seconds or so.†“What might be your point?†she asked bitterly. Wolfe raised an eyebrow. “my point is..... When the hell am I gonna be see the doctor?†“Name?†“Wolfe Vandetta.†“Wolfe?†“Wow, your age hasn’t affected your hearing.†Wolfe smiled. the receptionist scowled, picking up the phone. She pressed the speed dial number three and waited, still glaring. “Hello?†a deep voice answered. “I have a young lady here who is wondering if she can see you anytime soon. Her name is Wolfe Vandetta.†“She’s here? Send her in.†The doctor on the other end snapped. Wolfe smiled, having heard the short conversation between the two. “go on through. Third door on your right.†She woman sighed, going back to writing her papers. Wolfe sat with her knees to her chest, on the hard plastic chair. She clicked her tongue impatiently; the doctor was taking his time finding her reference file. She sighed, looking at her nails, now. “Take your time doc, I don’t have to be anywhere...†she muttered, not looking up from her broken and chipped nails. “I’ve found your record Wolfe...†he smiled. “um... where is your mom?†“She’s at work.†She answered. “Okay... well, if you could just give this to her when she arrives home...†he smiled, handing Wolfe the letter. She took it, looking at the large brown envelope addressed MRS. VANDETTA. “What’s it about?†she asked, still scrutinising the envelope. The doctor hesitated, before answering her question. “It’s about you going to a new school.†He smiled. Wolfe slowly raised her head from the object in her hands, to the grey haired man sat opposite. “...say what?†she snapped. “I’m going to a new school?†although shocked, she had expected this. Having being expelled from every school in her area, Wolfe was sent to the hospital for tests to see if she had a behaviour disorder. She also had blood tests there, which she was given no information about. “...is it my behaviour?†she asked, leaning forward. “well...partially.†he smiled. “the letter will explain everything.†“...what did those blood tests show?†“look, Wolfe, the letter will explain everything. so take it home, and read it with your mom.†Wolfe felt her hands tighten around the letter. “I swear, if this school isn’t half decent, I will get myself expelled.†She spat, walking from the small waiting room. Doctor Russell looked at Wolfe’s profile; it had her picture, taken when she was at the hpital a few weeks ago. He went to read the date of birth and birth place, but it was covered by a large red stamp. He read the stamp, sighing; LYNCRYPIC GENE PRESENT. “poor girl...†he sighed again. “she won’t know what’s hit her.â€
Just a note This is an rp which only uses the storyline as a guideline; use it as a building block, if you wish. Everything else that happens, such as fights, romance and other occurrences are up to you. Just don’t get too carried away with your imagination; make it make sense to others other than yourself, and make it subtle... Y’know, PG-13 stuff. I’m sure you’ve heard this all before, anyway. Okay, here we go. Organisation VIII, having been defeated, are sent to the underworld. They were sent there to perish there for all they have done. Here’s the twist. They didn’t suffer, they didn’t stay there. There was a glitch. Instead, the organisation were reincarnated and sent back into the world. What will happen now? Who is born where and when? Have their names changed? That’s for you to decide. But life isn’t going to be one straight road; the mistake the underworld made has been identified, and “retrievers” have been sent to capture the members once again. Which side will you join? Here are the rules: • Change the member’s name, if you wish. And change their looks little, but keep them close to their original form. • Keep it PG-13; meaning, no sexual themed stuff, although putting innuendo’s into certain scenes is okay. • NO GODMODDING. FOR GODS-SAKE. ITS ANNOYING D8< • Don’t start arguing over sh!t. • If out of character, do the ((OOC :)) thing. • Don’t be bashing other rp’s whilst here. Please. • I want good grammar and spelling. I have an OCD for them. • No one-liners. Go into detail, if you must. Just don’t be going all: He walked across the hall and sat down. << That annoys hell outta me. • Have fun. That’s the main thing. Don’t be too serious. • Say Silly Piggy at the end of reading this is your post [: OC Form: Organisation member: Username: Name: Original Organisation characters name: Age: Gender: Description: (what has changed?) Picture: (optional) Weapon: (picture optional) Preview Post: Underworld Retriever: Username: Name: Age: Gender: Weapon: Rank: (from 10 – 3, 1 being the highest (but I’m not allowing high ranks, or there will be God-modding happening, 10 being a new officer) Bio: Personality: Description: Preview post: I'll add my own when we are about to start [: ------------------------------------------------------------------- Retreivers: Username: The road to Darkness Name: Braxen Age: 22 Gender: Male Weapons: http://i31.tinypic.com/350s0sk.jpg Rapture of souls http://i29.tinypic.com/etzk0n.jpg Last Judgement Rank: 1 Bio: his love was taken from him at the age of 16 and he now wants nothing more than to make people feel the same pain he did Personality: he has an Axel almost personality, he is friendly but loves to fight Description: Preview post: you know how i RP ^^ Username: SoraNRikuNKairi Name: Luciana Bellamont Age: 21 Gender: Female Weapon: Ebony Blade (It drains the strength of target on strike, glows a greenish colour when sheathed) http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/j...EbonyBlade.jpg Rank: Um...You told me 3...but I'll be the next highest thats not taken..I think it's five? Bio: When she was killed as a child, the underworld enforcers took her and trained her, leading her to effectively become a trained assassin. Personality: She's quite mature, always keeps to herself. Her personality can be quite dark at times, but she can sometimes be normal. Description: Does that mean appearance? >80 Preview post: Luciana fiddled with the bottom of her scythes handle, gently fingering the design, all the while thinking. Her eyes flickered around the room, settling on the the small table, overcrowded with papers. The dull lighting kept most of the room in dark, but she clearly saw what she intended to. Underworld Retriever: Username: dialgataffy Name: Sky Age: 19 Gender: Male Weapon: Green Lightsaber Rank: 2 Bio: He lives a happy life with his twin sister Kristen in Twilight Town. Personality: Calm, Kind, slow to anger, Sky is willing to go on an adventure but never without his twin sister Kristen, The thing that irritates him the most is when people threaten to bring harm to his twin sister Kristen. Description: Preview post: "Sky lets go get some ice cream." Kristen said "Ok that sounds like a good idea." Sky said Sky and Kristen left the house locking the door behind them. "So what did you think of that movie we went and saw last night?" Kristen asked Sky as they were walking "Terminator Salvation you mean?" Sky asked "Yep" replied Kristen "I thought it was a good movie." Sky said "What did you think of it?" Sky asked Kristen "I thought it was a great movie." Kristen said Underworld Retriever: Username: dialgataffy Name: Kristen Age: 19 Gender: female Weapon: Blue Lightsaber Rank: 3 Bio: She lives a happy life with her twin brother Sky in Twilight Town. Personality: Calm, Kind, slow to anger, Kristen is willing to go on an adventure but never without her twin brother Sky, The thing that irritates her most is when people threaten to bring harm to her twin brother Sky. Description: Preview post: "Sky lets go get some ice cream." Kristen said "Ok that sounds like a good idea." Sky said Sky and Kristen left the house locking the door behind them. "So what did you think of that movie we went and saw last night?" Kristen asked Sky as they were walking "Terminator Salvation you mean?" Sky asked "Yep" replied Kristen "I thought it was a good movie." Sky said "What did you think of it?" Sky asked Kristen "I thought it was a great movie." Kristen said Username: The Road to Darkness Name: Kexant (Kenta) Age: 20 Gender: Male Weapon: Oblivion blade (large sword that looks like it drips black blood, has smoke that rises from it), and the keyblade of illusion Rank: what ever is open, 4 i think Bio: he has served under Braxen for years as his apprentice. he is obedient and listens to his superior Personality: he is quiet, but a strong fighter. he never removes his armor, or his helmet even. it is a sworn oath to him. Organisation members: Username: water mage Name: Myde Original Organisation characters name: Demyx Age: 19 Gender: Male Description: Basically looks the same except he has blue streaks on the tips of his points with black streaks on the longer parts of his mullet. He wears the same black organization cloak but now parts of it are blue. He pefers to be called Demyx. Weapon: Sitar remains to be able to control water, but can also can heal injuries and illness and can transform into a water dragon when seriously prevoked. Preview Post: See signature except with different hair color of black and blue tips. Personality: Still the same fun loving guy he was before, but now his other entity doesn't take **** from anyone and is more aggressive and dangerous when he fights. Due to his new look, he has become more cocky to those indivduals who deserve it. Username: hercules Name: Saixen Original Organisation characters name:Saix Age: 32 Gender:Male Description: His Scar has gone and now uses two claymores he also wears a green and black hoody Picture: (optional) Weapon: Dual Weild Clamores Preview Post: u know Personality: Usally grumpy very rarlay Nice/calm Username: fire mage Name: Ale Original Organisation characters name: Axel Age: 19-21? Gender: Male Description: Basically looks the same except he has black streaks through his hair mixed with red. Black organization, but now has hints of red in it. Pefers to be called Axel. Weapon: Chakrams, fire, but also can control lava. Preview Post: Same thing except picturing him with black streaks. Personality: Can be serious and dangerous, loves to fight but often times can be nice depending on the attitude of the individual he is with. Username: Roxas81334 Name: Roxas Original Organisation characters name: Roxas Age: 15-17??? Gender: male Description: Roxas's hair has changed from blonde to black, his eyes changed from a Deep Blue to a icey blue/Gold color. Weapon: He has the same weapons. Preview Post: Same but instead of Roxas being blonde with blue eyes he has black hair with icey blue/gold eyes. Username: Dexnail Name: Leo (was Xeol) Age: 17 appearance: has light brown hair(was a dark brown) that is short in the back and his sides are normal langth(use to reach his caller bone) his front stops at his eyebrows, has green eyes wears an silver hoody, and black fadded jeans Gender: Male Weapons: fogged memories(a very sharp dagger) power: able to control and create fog and able to turn into his element and able to turn fog into daggers Bio: In the past Leo was the nobody named Xeol. Xeol and the other organization members escaped the underworld. He been living in twilight town since he came back. He could not move back to his parents house cause in Leo's past before he became Xeol his parents got killed by heartless. On some occasion he sees dusk stalking him but they never attack in the few months he came back as Leo he became afraid of his past. Username: Cstar7777 Name: Mixya Age: 14 Gender: Female Weapon: Armblade Rank: (from 10 – 3, 1 being the highest (but I’m not allowing high ranks, or there will be God-modding happening, 10 being a new officer): 4(thats not too high right?) Bio: original name Yami.. Mixya was created in one of the top weirdest ways of being created.. she was created when her someone had touched hands with her other half hikari.. Hikari, Yami, and hikari's nobodies Kahixri and Kaze all died off.. Personality: Hyper, Over confident, Wild Card, Shy, and can be Angry Description: (i'll just show a pic) Preview post: Mixya looked around seeing everyone fleeing then she sees a heartless running by "Hey! i thought you all were dead!" she then grabs out her armblade and starts chasing after it. Underworld Retriever: Username: Ryan Finesse Name: Zalia Age: 18 Gender: female Weapon: Chains that can form into different weapons Rank: (from 10 – 3, 1 being the highest (but I’m not allowing high ranks, or there will be God-modding happening, 10 being a new officer) 7 Bio: Zalia, used to be called Liaa, was killed by a ship accident. A chain fell on her head in a storm, and killed her immediately. Her soul went to the underworld, and Hades needed people to be retrievers, so she was picked. Her punishment from the underworld was that she would forever be reminded of her death, and her power was chains. Personality: Moodswings, from completely depressed and not speaking, to slightly happy. Description: Green, messed hair that reaches to her shoulders. Has a black shell in her hair, which glows green. Black eyes, pale skin. Skinny, has black dress, with shoulders, back, and stomach showing. Wears black cape most of the time, with black hood. Cape wraps around her completely, but not showing her body form, like a small tent, with black boots showing at the bottom, and a black hood. The tent is held up by chains. Username: The road to Darkness Name: Llednar Twem Age: 17 Gender: Male power: Omega (deals dark and holy damage consecutively) Magi (uses royal ancestry to access various magics) Liferender (Releases the soul from the body, creates exact replica of target) Weapon: a large knightsword Bio: Llednar is an embodiment of a prince of a foreign land. He was given unimaginable power from the prince to be his bodyguard. he left his side with his new found power and took on the job of enforcing his own ideas. He has an inhumanly high endurance and can withstand a beating, but it is only to the extent of the barrier... Personality: he is talkative and has a strong lust for blood. he will not back down from a fight but is very headstrong and will rush into a fight alone __________________ owners OC's retriever: Name: Wolfe vandetta Age: 22 Gender: female Weapon: Large black scythe containing darkness Rank: 1 Bio: she is head of the retrievers, and has been for the majority of her life. Personality: she is sarcastic and loud, loves a good fight. Description: short, spiked black hair. glasses. she is short, and slim. Organisation member(s) Name: Larenta Original Organisation characters name: Larxene Age: 22 Gender: female Description: she now has bright blue hair and green eyes. Weapon: nothing of her weapons have changed. Name: Marlix Original Organisation characters name: Marluxia Age: 23 Gender: male Description:he is relatively the same, but he has a side-fringe now that is similar to zexions. Weapon: still the same -------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, new area of this thing. Pictures of the members. Obviously, I won't post pictures of org XIII because we all know what they look like, but I shall post pics of the other chars. Demyx in dragon form: Wolfe, The head in command of the retreivers: Braxen, Wolfe's partner in crime [:
The organisation: the next holiday seventeen years after there last holiday Xemnas decides its time for another, so all the nobodies go, the young and their parents and the old, they all go! but what trouble can they cook up in...Hawii?! join to find out Name: age: gender: apperence: parents: other: Name: Raminxas (Rah-Min-Xas) age:5 gender: male apperence: parents: Roxas and Namine other:this adorable little kid can control people's memories and use the keyblade Name: Roxas Jr (Rj) age:17 gender:male apperence: parents:Roxas and Namine other:can use the keyblade Name: Nora age:15 gender; female apperence: parents:Roxas and namine other:can mess with memories
hello my pretty pumpkins, this is my first Rp, be warned :D right, the storyline is this: organisation 13 are off to spain (again) but sadly, there has been a mix-up with tickets and they are on their way to new york. they do not realise this until they are in the middle of thier journey at 12,000 ft in the air ^^ basically, the plot will sculpt itself around what you feel is good on the moment. please, be creative! ^^ here are the characters (I will put who is playing them next to the name when - or if - people join) : Zexion- SoraNrikuNkairi Xigbar- SoraNrikuNkairi Larxene- SoraNrikuNkairi Demyx- me :) Marluxia- me :) Axel- me :) Roxas- SORA! :) Namine- SORA! :) Saix - Luxord Lexaeus Vexen Xaldin ok, rules (hooray...): - no godmodding or any shizz like that. - cursing must be **'d. - have fun and BE CREATIVE. creativity and imagination are the key to a good rp. -OC's are allowed, use this form: username: Name: Age (optional): Appearence (please, try not to have BIG pics): other info: -post bootylicious on your post if you have read this please :D Oc's : Name: Millona Umbranox Age: 20 other info: She lives in the hotel, and eventually loses her heart to Darkness at some point during the organizations vacation. well, thankyou and I hope some of you join!! ~Emzy xx its a little big, isn't it..? :D
BOOO!!!!! :F mwahahahahahah!!!! HI! name's emzyyy!!!:D I like musicccc!!! any really.... I like chocolateee!!!! I LIKE YOU!!!!...probably :P if you're nice to mee... I got ordered to join here and join in on the fun by SoraNRikuNKairi (who is my best fwend till the end of time :) ) I can't wait to talk to you all! XD you all sound such awesome people!!!!! Emzy-pie-a-licious :D xx
