'CAUSE IT'S ONE THING OR ANOTHER | open, drawing

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]Dirk liked drawing, much to his own surprise. He used to draw with Lil Hal a lot, back when he was still around (Hal had escaped somewhere, which sucked). So now he stood at the wall of a building, using paints he had dug up to draw on the side as he hummed a tune. "Just Apathy" by Tally Hall, he believed, but he didn't know for sure. Oh, well.
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    #princeofheart2k15

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color:#ffb6da; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]lucy avalon[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]
    HOLDING HANDS AS THE WORLD COMES FALLING DOWN[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"Nice, I wish I could draw."     Commented Lucy as she padded over.




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    #lucylove

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][i]but the monsters turned out to be just trees
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    Cecilia was a fan of all things art related, though painting would always be her favorite. It always just came naturally to her, for some odd reason (though it was actually the fact that she was a reincarnation, but she was not aware of that), and she felt...peaceful, while doing it. Like everything else in the world disappeared and she was just focused on her art.


    Though, it was typically pretty private. She didn't do it in public often. Silently, she drifted over, keeping her distance though her blue eyes were on the painting.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]let's just keep pretending to be friends
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]"Lovely," Maren commented softly, taking a few strides to stand besides Lucy. "I didn't realize you were the artistic type, Dirk," she would then say, somewhat curious. "How often do you do things like this?" Marnen would inquire, gesturing at the wonderful depiction on the wall.

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    [b] [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; height: 250px; width: 330px; margin-left: -5px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; color: black; text-align: justify;] She had cooled down a bit when it came to Dirk. Art and music, her two favorite things. She dumped her duffle bag of paints nearby. She looked at what Dirk was drawing, a happy expression on her petite face. The newly-promoted bodyguard initiate happily wagged her tail like a dog, I mean seriously, she was an artist.
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 14px; font-family: georgia]Billy had never really been into art. Mostly because it was hard for him to focus on, hard for him to concentrate on doing something to complex. But he admired it, he really did. Padding over, the male stayed silent as he stared at the artwork with orange optics.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 375px; height: auto;][justify]Nope, no way. Art was a definite no-no for her. Primal's paws were too unsteady to even try and paint something. They'd shake so much that she would end up with something resembling more of a spider's web than a sword or something cool like that. Padding up, the lioness didn't really say much. She just nodded at the picture and dove back into her mind until something interesting was said.
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    #Nreborn
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