Remplissage
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Join date : 2010-03-30
Age : 30
Location : Standing in a shower of narcissism.
![Pictures are worth a thousand words [ Flufferdoodles ] Empty](https://2img.net/i/empty.gif) |  Subject: Pictures are worth a thousand words [ Flufferdoodles ] ![Pictures are worth a thousand words [ Flufferdoodles ] I_icon_minitime](https://2img.net/s/t/12/98/13/i_icon_minitime.gif) Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:19 pm | |
| ![Pictures are worth a thousand words [ Flufferdoodles ] Emmaw411](https://i.servimg.com/u/f28/15/98/68/61/emmaw411.jpg) amberlyn ♦ jade ♦ wyntersAmberlyn sits on a small wooden stool, her hands moving gracefully across a large sheet of paper. The building is empty, except for Amberlyn of course, and therefore she hums a song. Her face is nothing but a focused slate, intent on making the picture nothing but the best possible. As she makes a fourth brushstroke, the light above her flickers. The chocolate orbs that are her eyes dart upwards, searching for the disturbance. "Stupid light." The words escape her lips before she realizes it, and they suddenly drive her. Getting to her feet, she sits the paintbrush on her easel, and prepares herself.
She lifts her right foot, and sits it on the stool hesitantly. A small gasp is released as it wobbles. Despite her worry, she continues, and pulls herself up. Directly ahead is her target; the flickering light. "I shall not let you ruin my picture," she informs it, and narrows her eyes. Slowly, as to not lose her balance, she lifts her arm, reaching for the bulb. Unfortunately, she happens to be much too short, and she simply cannot grasp it. Amberlyn continues to struggle, bouncing to grab the light. Finally, as she stands on her tiptoes, her fingers wrap around the glowing orb. She hadn't thought, however, about the consequences. This was obvious when she shrieks. Her feet slide backwards on the stool, and she tumbles to the floor, light-bulb in hand.
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| | Subject: Re: Pictures are worth a thousand words [ Flufferdoodles ] Sat Jun 18, 2011 2:08 am | |
| ![Pictures are worth a thousand words [ Flufferdoodles ] Emmar510](https://i.servimg.com/u/f48/15/98/68/61/emmar510.png) fayelyn [faye] youngFayelyn prances happily to the entrance of the arts and crafts place. She's always been oddly hyper after long naps. A girl like her can sleep for days on end. She, leaning by the entrance, watches a girl fret about her painting, quite the source of amusement according to Faye. She, subconsciously, raises her palms to her face, attempting to rid the sleepiness from her heavy eyelids. She yawns quite loudly. Rushing her hands to cover her mouth from making anymore sound, she accidentally squeaks, surprisingly herself. "Sorry." she utters in her low voice, before she can stop herself. She presses down her loose-fitted, sleeveless tee against her thin torso, afterwards pulling her blonde hair over her right shoulder, neatly and embarrassed. Fayelyn's lower lip quivers nervously, which she bites to stop her ever-so-haunting paranoia.
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