Cherubplay

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He elbowed her in the stomach.

2015-11-08 03:17:22

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There was no reaction. Did he really expect to work? "I don't have any organs, dumbass."

2015-11-08 03:18:38

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That was just terrifying. He changed his tactics to trying to claw at her eyes.

2015-11-08 03:19:32

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"Aw, how sweet." She leaned over, and her hair fell over his face so only he could see it. Instead of eyes, two hallow sockets existed. "Do you really want to do that to me?"

2015-11-08 03:21:09

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He immediately passed out.

2015-11-08 03:21:26

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Things were becoming okay again. She talked to Zane once he got home, and Madison seemed as happy as ever now that he was human again. Now that Seculus was at work, she decided to work on her painting. Ivory was in the greenhouse, door wide open. A slight spring breeze filled the room as she worked on a melted crayon painting. The hair dryer was really the only noise that was heard up here, but to her it was drowned out by music as she listened to her ipod.

2015-11-08 04:38:08

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The very first thing I'd done after Ivory left was take a shower. At first I forgot to turn the hot water on, but it wasn't even upsetting. I was just happy I could tell the temperature. I'd discovered a scar on my arm where the nick had been in the process, but that wasn't really much of a concern. It wasn't exactly large, either. A few days later I decided to go to the shop, to show Lance, possibly give Kinsley a kick in the ass, and, of course, see Ivory. It felt so /nice/ to not have to wear the stifling costume just to go outside, though I'd almost grabbed my gloves on the way out the door out of habit. I did sort of like them, but they would look a bit odd with a short-sleeved business shirt. They look odd with anything except a Full Metal Alchemist cosplay, come to think of it. But anyways. Where was I going with this. Ah, right, visiting Ivory. I couldn't find Lance, so I just went straight up. She wasn't in her room, either, and, to my slight disappointment, neither was Kinsley. She had to be around, though, I could see her computer light on through her open door, and she had to have the sense to turn it off when she left the house, or at least put it on energy-saver mode. I found the entrance to the roof, a ladder leading up to a greenhouse. I peered up at it, and upon hearing music, started to scale the ladder. I scraped my hand on a ragged piece of sandpaper grip tape on the way up and laughed at the sensation.

2015-11-08 04:47:36

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She heard someone climb the ladder. Ivory paused her music, turned off the hair dryer, and pushed herself out of the green house in a rolling chair. "Who's there?" She called out.

2015-11-08 04:56:10

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"Hey! Just me." I pulled myself up onto the rooftop. My tie caught on a small piece of metal jutting off and I almost performed an ugly faceplant, but stopped myself and tugged it off.

2015-11-08 04:58:56

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"Oh. Hey!" She greeted. "Be careful getting up here, I'm not used to anyone but myself being here."

2015-11-08 05:00:48

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"I can see that. You must have to have this thing memorized to survive the climb." I made sure I didn't have any other clothing stuck on the ladder before I stood up and went over to her.

2015-11-08 05:04:38

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"That and it wouldn't kill me if I fell." She rolled back into the greenhouse. "Come on in." She called. "The only thing dangerous in here right now is melting wax."

2015-11-08 05:06:54

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"Thanks. Are you sadistically torturing wax figures shaped like the president or do you just have some aromatic candles going?" I followed her inside, glancing around. She seems happy to see me. ....that's good.

2015-11-08 05:09:15

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The greenhouse was lit by one single dim light bulb that hung from the ceiling. The soft light was so it didn't ruin the paintings, but gave enough light to see what someone was doing. Various paintings hung on the highest parts of the walls, with a painting of a woman with strawberry blond hair and a red Victorian dress being the biggest one. The roof inclined above them until it stopped at a point, which was also made from frosted glass. On each side, there was one windows that opened from the inside with a single latch to them, both of which were currently open to air out the room. Around them, were two tables, a Easel, and tarp that lined the floor around the easel. On the table closest to the easel, there were various art and painting supplies on it, and around it were blank canvases of various sizes the rested on the floor around them. In the back corner was a sink, most of it was painted with all sorts of colors from when she would clean up her mess. There was a regular chair at the other table, which had her ipod and phone on it, as well as a padlock.

"No, just some art project." On the easel, was a bunch of crayons glued tho a canvas, melting down onto a couple with an umbrella.

2015-11-08 05:22:29

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I gazed around, open-mouthed. This was...incredible. I knew she was good, but she was really something else. I didn't think she was this dedicated to the craft. I said as much, or tried to. "...this is amazing."

2015-11-08 05:25:09

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"Hmm?" She looked around, then realized what he was talking about. "Oh. This isn't much, but it'll do."

2015-11-08 05:27:18

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"Yes, it definitely does. How much time do you spend up here?"

2015-11-08 05:28:30

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"Depends on how I'm feeling. Few hours a week maybe? Nothing too serious."

2015-11-08 05:32:24

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"I'm not sure if I agree with Jackson about selling them, but they are professional quality."

2015-11-08 05:36:24

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"I just paint on the side. If I spend too much, I sell one. He just thinks I should do it full time."

2015-11-08 05:38:08

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"...I'd buy one." I mean, what? There are better uses for money than decorations. But I still...kind of...

2015-11-08 05:39:30

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"...Really?" She asked. "Art doesn't really seem to be your thing."

2015-11-08 05:40:57

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"I-I was trying to practice drawing. Apparently I'm fairly good at buildings...? ...but yes, really. Yours are...very pretty." I'd almost said 'you're very pretty'. Not a lie. I mean--

2015-11-08 05:43:57

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"Hmm, it just takes a lot of practice, is all. I had a lot of free time to myself once I could be home by myself, so this is what I did."

2015-11-08 05:46:23

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"I can think of worse ways to use your time. ...speaking of which, art apparently /is/ my thing now. This won't come off." I turned around and pulled my collar down a bit. The painting Jackson had done hadn't washed off in the shower, even after plentiful scrubbing.

2015-11-08 05:48:38