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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 15, 2016 21:46:20 GMT -5
I so get that, and yeahI've learned to just not put too much focus when you draw hands, don't overcomplicate things.
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Sept 15, 2016 22:01:17 GMT -5
Oh really? For me, whatever hand shape I'm drawing, I do that with my hand and try to copy it.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 15, 2016 22:03:09 GMT -5
I did that for Ty's hands actually.
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Sept 15, 2016 22:18:56 GMT -5
Oh cool!
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 17, 2016 0:03:01 GMT -5
The Chess Game: By Watermelon (Also known as Hazel's backstory because I'm horrible at starting stories and not ending them.)
Part one: Introduction
Chess is such an interesting game. Itβs as much about wit as it is about chance. Iβve grown up playing it my entire life, though not always in the way you might expect. See I play chess with real people.
Chess games are going on all around us, though very rarely does a new challenger arise for me, no Iβm far too good. No one wants to play against me, not when they know they would loose.
My name is Hazel Solstice Winn, and this is the story of my games of chess. This is how I learned to play, and how I became the best.
I donβt remember much about my childhood, though I know it was full of games of chess. Well that and needles. So many needles. I donβt exactly remember much more about those needles, but I know that they hurt, and that they changed me.
The furthest steady flow of memories I have are from when I was seven. See I grew up in a place not like your comfortable homes. I grew up in a small little apartment where I would go after accompanying my parents: Elijah and Suzanne Winn.
They werenβt your average parentsβ¦No, we had no holidays, no birthdays, no family dinners. None of the sort. Instead we had training exercises, we had needles, we had experiments.
To them I was not their child. I was their lab rat.
I always wondered why I never had siblingsβ¦It was because none of them survived. I was the strongest, I was perfect. Though apart of me had always wondered why my parents were soβ¦crazy, abusive even.
They wereβ¦married to science, I should say. They wanted results and of course what better way to get results than to have constant supervision over the experiment?
Anyways, I was also seven years old when I first discovered the game of chess, and that I was far from normal, I wasnβt like the other kids, I was a brown feathered penguin in a rookery of black ones.
But, more on that later, letβs focus on Chess for now.
I was wandering around our shabby little apartment, waiting for my parents to get back from workβ¦sometimes they didnβt bring me with them, instead they left me alone, said that I was not important today, and therefore, I was not allowed to come.
Which was fine by me, I never liked the lab that they took me too, every now and then screams would echo from the facilityβ¦No seven year old in their right mind likes to hear the screams of others.
The chess board was left on the table, set up with your classic white against blackβ¦good against evil if you think about it, horrible reallyβ¦since nothing is ever perfectly good or perfectly evil. There will always be a dull grayness. Itβs just how you look at it which makes it appear white or black.
I had sat myself down at the table, looking over the pieces with interest. There had been a king, a queen, two bishops, two knights, two rooks, and eight perfectly disposal pawns. It seemed like the perfect set up.
Of course later that day my father had been very cross with me for touching his set of chess. Apparently he had left them out to study later, as both my parents had been avid players of the game ever since their marriage.
However despite being angry, my father was alsoβ¦almost proud that I had taken a liking to the game, and it soon became a large part of my childhood.
Oh I would play many games against my father, my mother, their friend from the lab: Adam Axleson, and even my schoolmates when we were allowed to play.
Of course my schoolmates were all idiots, they could never play right, and soon they stopped wanting to play all together, even went as far as to call me a freak. I admit I was quite weird as a child, but calling me a freak was uncalled for.
However, one little girl, right around my age, she wanted to play. Her name was Kiana Nami, her family had moved from Japan just that year and she quickly became my best friend.
She was such a vibrant soul, so very curious and clever. However she and I had never been able to see quite eye to eye on a few things. For instance while she desired order and peace, I personally preferred order and chaos.
It was so fun to look at chaos and know that you created that, and you control it.
As we grew older, we only grew closer. I kept her out of my parents work however, for I knew how dangerous it was and I didnβt want her to have any part of it. However as we aged, I continued to know something different about me from her.
I had picked up a knack, you see I could easily figure out when people were lying to me, not only that but I could easily lie to them without them even knowing. Oh it was so much funβ¦I could get away with anything.
Except when I was with my parents, they knewβ¦they always did, and for every time I lied they made me payβ¦they had to teach me a lesson. Which usually involved more needles.
I hated those needles and I hated them. I donβt recall quite when but there came a point where I was done putting up with them, and instead of fearing them, I decided to take them on, engage them in a game of chess.
Though this one would not be with the board game, no this one would be with us.
I was determined to beat them, even if I had to work tirelessly to manipulate and lie to them as they had to me. It was worth it so long as I won.
So I suppose this is the story of how I went from a pawn to a player, how a brown feathered penguin gained her wingsβ¦This is the story of how I became the Chess Queen.
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Sept 17, 2016 2:01:48 GMT -5
(I just finished reading. I love it!)
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 17, 2016 2:05:59 GMT -5
Thanks! Hazel is such a complex character and I love her story, so I'm actually pretty excited to share it.
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Post by Starberry on Sept 17, 2016 8:26:02 GMT -5
((Awsome backstory Smore! Also nice pictures!
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 17, 2016 12:10:48 GMT -5
Thanks Leafy!
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Post by Starberry on Sept 17, 2016 21:39:13 GMT -5
(I haven't finished this yet btw) Samantha and Anthony Part 1 - Ants In My Pants (told from Anthony's point of view first) Have you ever just had that darn scratch you just can't itch? Isn't it annoying, just when the source of the annoyance is right there, right on you, and you can't even stop it? Well, welcome to my life. I can barely sleep at night, something is always bothering me. Like there's this little tiny bug that just won't stop biting me. I can feel it as it moves, and no matter how much I claw, pick, scratch at it, it doesn't stop. It's likke a cockroache- able to survive a few days without its head, because I know there is no way it could still be alive after everything I have tried. Or maybe it's just a normal scratch. Or maybe it's a mosquito. One day, my questions were over; I had no more questions. Because the answer was walking right in front of me. What walks on you, but you can barely feel it? Kicks, but no pain? Talks, but no sound? Walks - less than a mile per hour? Not a very quiet, weak, and slow human, a tiny human. Maybe there's billions of other answers, but in my case, that was what had been bothering me. I saw it one day, I saw her. No taller than an inch, it was walking in front of me. I screamed, I tried to kill it, but ants are extraordinary. They are tiny, easy to squash, but they can do amazing things. This one was just as amzing as one. She was quick enough to dodge it, like people often tried to kill her. She was the ant, I was the cat. You'd expect me to be better, but I wasn't. Instead, here I was, trashing and screaming, and she was dodging it like it was nothing, I was outmatched by an ant. Eventually I gave up, and simply scooted as far away as I could form the tiny hybrid. I didn't know why I was so afraid, I just was. Well, she was here, and now I just needed to get used to her... ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A few days later: Ok, I admit it, I now regeret ever trying to kill her. She was actually really fun (though don't mention her weakness of being small or she will kill you- or at least she will try),well as fun as a tiny person could get. I'm glad she doesn't ever beat herself up abut how tiny she is. Instead, she often trys to prove to others that she can do independent things, but she fails often, but I'm always there to catch her fall. However, I have one question: How did she get here? (Not finished yet)
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Post by Starberry on Sept 17, 2016 21:40:44 GMT -5
(Also, Ill start to do these Scorpius Diary Entry thingies everynow and then)) Scorpius - first kiss: Life is a confusing land where you try things out, and judge whether you like it or not. Sometimes you like something, but you just don't want to. It's ok, because that's what I'm feeling too now. Like, first kisses are hard to forget, and my first kiss with Hunter will always be pounded into my head. I don't know why, why did I like our first kiss: I have no idea. I hate her, or at least used to hate her. I've done some horrible things to her, she's done some horrible things to me. Which makes out first kiss very stressful. Kissing Norman would've been worse- way worse, but Hunter is the next person I'd never want to kiss. Which brings me back to the question: Why did I like that kiss? I am determined to find out.
((Not finished yet)
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 19, 2016 22:12:28 GMT -5
i need to work on something for this thread. a masterpiece maybe. with a heck of a lot of characters.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 19, 2016 22:19:49 GMT -5
I'm curious? What is this masterpiece?
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 19, 2016 22:36:54 GMT -5
i dunno yet. hopefully something where I can include a lot of hybrids. and important humans.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 19, 2016 22:43:39 GMT -5
Cool! I'm excited for it.
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 19, 2016 22:44:24 GMT -5
I just don't know who I'm going to include. Maybe anyone who wants one or more of their characters in it....
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 19, 2016 23:24:56 GMT -5
Yeah that would work.))
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 19, 2016 23:27:04 GMT -5
heyyyyy. what does Hazel look like?
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 19, 2016 23:35:05 GMT -5
And what does she wear?
same questions for Lukas...
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 19, 2016 23:55:37 GMT -5
Hazel has light brown hair which is usually let loose, it's around shoulder length and has a slight bounce to it. Her eyes are a dark green and her face is covered in freckles, she has rather pale skin and isn't all that tall and is actually quite skinny. She usually will wear a simple blouse, colors varied, a grey pencil skirt, black flats, and a black, sorta long jacket (not buttoned up) over it.
Lukas is tall, fairly muscular, he had lightly tanned skin, dark brown hair that he usually keeps in a clean cut, light sky blue eyes, and a scar that runs across his nose. He wears...okay tbh I dunno what he wears.
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 19, 2016 23:56:29 GMT -5
THANK YOU. THIS WAS NEEDED. I'M DOING SOMETHING BASED ON THE WINS PLOT-ISH.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 20, 2016 0:05:40 GMT -5
OOH REALLY? AWESOME!
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 20, 2016 0:07:14 GMT -5
YEAAH!!!!! PERSONALLY I LOVE IT. IT'S MOSTLY BASED AFTER NORMAN AND NATHANIEL LEAVING THE FOURTH FLOOR, CAUSE NORMAN I S IN IT TOO AND I CAN'T HAVE HIM LOOKING DEAD IN IT.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 20, 2016 0:17:46 GMT -5
YEAAH!!!!! PERSONALLY I LOVE IT. IT'S MOSTLY BASED AFTER NORMAN AND NATHANIEL LEAVING THE FOURTH FLOOR, CAUSE NORMAN I S IN IT TOO AND I CAN'T HAVE HIM LOOKING DEAD IN IT. AWESOME! ALSO YEAH HE PROBABLY SHOULDNT LOOK DEAD.
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 20, 2016 0:20:55 GMT -5
EXACTLY. LAST POST OF THE NIGHT BY THE WAY. BUT IT LOOKS AWESOME SO FAR. I STILL NEED ANOTHER CHARACTER IN IT, I HAVE ROB, NATHANIEL, NORMAN, HAZEL, TY, AND LUKAS IN IT. ONE MORE PERSON.
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 20, 2016 0:21:33 GMT -5
I LIED. THIS IS THE LAST POST. WE REALLY LIKE TYPING IN CAPS ON THIS THREAD
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 20, 2016 0:32:33 GMT -5
WE REALLY DO, ALSO IT SOUNDS AWESOME AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE IT. ALSO GOODNIGHT CREAMY!
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Sept 20, 2016 18:19:57 GMT -5
Chase's backstory. Intro:
So, welcome to my story, where I'll explain basically my whole life up until just about the present day. You can call me whatever you wish, though most call me thief, freak and so on, depending on your experience with me. Of course, all that being said my real name is Chase. It's a rather fitting name for what I do huh? Anyway, how about we actually get the the start of the story.
Lets start where most stories do shall we? A childhood. When I was born, our parents were extremely poor and my father, like me, went to stealing food and supplies for my mum and now two children. Things were about the same for multiple years while I grew up. Of course, eventually dad had robbed the wrong person, and it came back to bite us. He eventually found where we lived, a small area in a hole above the sewer, and came back...armed. I hid while my parents were fighting him, but of course he had killed everyone except me, because he couldn't find me. That was when I was six, and from then on I'd been following in my fathers footsteps. I do apologize this wasn't very long, but there'll be more in my next part. Anyway, that'll wrap it up for my quick introduction, bye.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 20, 2016 18:21:53 GMT -5
Exciting so far, I'm curious to know his hybrid story.
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Sept 20, 2016 18:25:45 GMT -5
(Thanks! Did you notice the clue?)
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