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Post by STEVEN CHOI on Aug 30, 2015 0:04:49 GMT
one drop should be enough
Zion National Valley. A desolate place, but a natural wonder encompassing thousands of miles of grand desert canyon. In his life Steven had always dreamed of visiting the country branded America, but having little money to travel the world like he wanted to, was often left at home to fantasize with travel guides and photographs. Of course, the world was a different place in his dreams.
Standing at a ledge overlooking the valley, Steven reveled in the marvel in front of him. Beautiful, endless colors of red and yellow. Massive rock formations, desert plants and best of all, a golden sunrise which slowly inched itself from underneath the canyon walls. Stunning.
And so was him being here. For most people, Clio's Dream Realm took them to the center of entertainment. Milan, Paris, Vancouver. Places where society bloomed and social interactions were at their greatest peak. But here in the canyon, Steven was alone. It was breathtaking really, and a great source of inspiration. Oh and best of all, he was only a short 5 minutes away from civilization thanks to the many portals around. Yay!
A breeze picked up and he sat down, his legs hanging off the dangerously steep canyon ledge. He just wanted to sit there and take it all in.
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Post by GRIFFIN BAILEY on Aug 30, 2015 16:28:32 GMT
[googlefont="Roboto Mono"] His brother had always been fascinated - no, obssessed - with space. He had lots of books, he had a collage of photographs plastering his bedroom walls, so while Griffin held very little interest in planets, he'd seen and heard more than his fill of them. The pictures, the old ones, were black and white, grainy and dull. Griffin had always thought that other planets would be very different from those pictures, that they would look something like this. Vast and beautiful and colourful and incomprehensible. He knew there were places like this on earth, but none that he'd ever been to. It felt like being on another planet. Shaking the can of spray paint in his hand, Griffin drew an obscene picture with a large, flat, rock as a canvas. Astronaut's footprints stayed on the moon for like, eternity or something. He wanted to leave his mark too. STEVEN CHOIhope you don't mind me bringing this lil asshole
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Post by STEVEN CHOI on Sept 1, 2015 21:56:34 GMT
one taste you'll be in love
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of piercing spray cans, a sound he was too familiar with because Steven himself had used it as a art medium. Only his personal knowledge led him to conclude most of the time, it wasn't being used for the most legal purposes.
Furiously he stood up, tossing the sketchpad onto the ground and turned to glare angrily at the source. A little figure was busy doing his work on a sandstone slab. Even from his distance Steven could make out the odd bubble shapes and long slender lines.
Eyes twitching, he slowly made his way over, fueled by the flame of a thousand suns and ready to pounce on the little twerp. Still composure won over and he found himself walking over slowly, hand shaking, huffing and puffing at what he was seeing. A hand went out and it grabbed at the kid's ear from behind, pulling it as Steven proceeded to manually drag the criminal away. His right eye was still doing it's 80s robot dance.
"You stupid little piece of I am going to throw you over the ledge and then you can land and become sandstone and then you can have someone draw on you and-"
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Post by GRIFFIN BAILEY on Sept 2, 2015 0:05:07 GMT
[googlefont="Roboto Mono"] He's adding the finer details - pubic hair, shading, what really brings the art to life - tongue poking out the side of his mouth, absorbed in his task. "hey!" it comes out shrill in his shock as he's yanked by the ear, almost losing his balance where he's crouched. panic subsides and the next wave is anger. "what the fuck, let go of me!" with a grunt, the graffiti can clatters to the ground and rolls out of reach, griffin freeing his hands to claw at the man, trying to drag him down. STEVEN CHOI
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Post by STEVEN CHOI on Sept 2, 2015 19:10:14 GMT
for a spell that can't be
He stopped a few feet away from the crime scene and turned, freeing his hand from the ear it was attached to. For his own protection the older man held out a hand and pressed it against the kid's forehead, fending off any wild claws that were coming his way.
Angrily he pointed to the defaced stone. "Really? That's what you pass for art? Massive versions of unmentionables? Really? REALLY." He made a grab for the shirt and pulled it towards himself. "Listen here kid. I will beat you to a pulp if you ever do that again, understand?"
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Post by GRIFFIN BAILEY on Sept 4, 2015 23:17:31 GMT
[googlefont="Roboto Mono"] "Dicks are art too." Griffin insists, fight subsiding when the man lets go of him. "You ever seen that Renaissance shit? Y'know Michaelangelo? Dicks flopping around all over." His eyes follow where the man is pointing. Griffin's lip curls. He wasn't even done. He tries to step back, but the man grabs a handful of his shirt and throws him off balance. "Who died and made you park ranger?"STEVEN CHOI
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