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Post by Sitarave on Jan 6, 2009 21:40:36 GMT -8
Okay I know that we all spew some sort magical creativity, so I was just waiting to put this up, I was honestly going to wait for a full moon so we could see what would happen, but you know what this is good too.
What you do here is post all the things you spew that is Drawing wise, or writing wise. It can be any kind of fan art, it doesn't have to be digimon, and it can be any type of writing, once again, does not have to be digi realated. Also, for artist, you can ask opinions on things and get help, while for writers you can ask someone to be your beta and go over your writing!
Happy spewing~!
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Post by Ayame Hoshi on Jan 11, 2009 19:08:44 GMT -8
Orly? Good Idea Bel
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Post by Sitarave on Jan 21, 2009 19:15:45 GMT -8
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Post by ZenigataPWNS on Jan 25, 2009 14:29:22 GMT -8
[glow=red,2,300]OH OH ME! I DID A FANFICTION FOR OUR RP![/glow]
A day in the life.
A black haired boy exited an expensive looking limo. Piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd of the other students, as he adjusted the tie on his uniform. In the other hand, a smart looking bag was clutched. He walked toward the beautiful school, drawing either fearing, or lustful glances. He looked at no one, as he entered the academy, heading straight for the room him and his… ‘Friends’ used. He pulled the handle on the door, it whooshed open, revealing six other teens. He nodded to the group, taking his own seat at the head of the table, opening his mouth to speak.
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“The profits fro the third quarter are down, we need to raise them back up to the standards this company is accustom to.” A smart looking business man said, addressing the other workers in the board room. He was dressed in a black suit jacked, with a black turtleneck underneath. His blue eyes scanned the other humans, sweeping a hand out nonchalantly. “The meeting is dismissed, please go back to your sectors, we will talk more about this tomorrow.” He said, dismissed them, turning his chair around to look out the window, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.
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A boy was looking out the window at school, it was between first and second class. But he had no reason to attend the second class, it was nonsense, about living together happily. He disliked the class, and often wondered why he had been put in it in the first place. He placed his hand on the window sill, his eyes sweeping the grounds. It was a beautiful day, the sunlight filtering through the green canopy of the trees. Such nature scenes were rare in the city, and though he would never tell anyone, it put him at ease. Green was not a colour in his daily life, so it was a nice change. A gentle breeze rocked the leaves gently, increasing his urge to go outside. He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned to face the person.
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“Kagai-san? Someone is on the phone for you, shall I put them through?” A soft voice asked, it was a secretary, she was peaking in the room shyly. The man standing at the window did not turn to her, instead he spoke into the glass. “Not today…” He sighed, his eyes scanning the city, willing the grey and glass to melt away into a scene from his youth. He saw the women nodding in her reflection, as she left the room. He had asked not to be disturbed today, unless it was extremely important. It hadn’t been more than two years ago that he had taken up the position of owner of the company. He often left this type of work to his CEO, but recently he had found himself coming in more and more often. Was this how his father felt about the company? The one he had loved almost as dearly as his own son? He whispered quietly, “Father…”
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“I’m home.” He called out, opening the door to his father’s study. The man looked up with a smile at his son, gesturing him over. The man smiled fatherly, and his son returned the smile, relaxing into one of the armchairs that faced his father’s desk. They chatted quietly, his father carefully tiptoeing around the subject of business. He didn’t want to expose his son to the world of business just yet, it was something that most people couldn’t handle as well as he could. But the boy was driven on the subject, it was what he wanted to learn about, and how could his father refuse his cute son?
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He looked at the man across from him, a book sat on the table between them, and the man was positively raving about it. He kept saying it was his best work yet, and that he just wanted to share the news with someone. The man wondered why he allowed this to happen, this was a day that he did not like to be bugged on. But he felt the hole in his heart wasn’t as deep as it had been before, maybe he had been going about this all wrong, secluding himself, when he should have been surrounding himself with people he knew. The other man continued to talk, beginning to recite a part from his book. The man was fine with it until it came to the kiss scene, for which he promptly made the other man leave. This was not a day for such antics, it was a day for remembering.
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“Are you coming to dinner?” He asked, and he reached the door, turning back to his father. A hopeful look shone on his normally straight face. His expression was not one of hate, or superiority, it was on hope and love. But to the boy’s dismay, his father tiredly shook his head, saying he had more work to do. The boy nodded sadly, excusing himself from the room, his face went back to being cold as ice. His fists clenched his fists, why did his father love his company more than him? He should have retired by now, but yet his father puttered on, loving his job. He sat down at the table, stabbing at his food with his fork.
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The business man looked at his meal, not really feeling hungry enough to eat it. The women across from him asked what was wrong, but he merely gave her an apologetic look, excusing himself from the table. He went into the living room, picking up a picture taken four years ago. Him and his father stared out of the frame happily, on vacation in France. It was supposed to be him getting a tour of the Paris division of the company, but they had ended up barely going there at all. It had been such a lovely trip, the same women that was in the dining room, was next to him in the picture. He sighed sadly, the pain in his chest deepening, while at the same time a faint sense of happiness flowed through him.
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The boy looked at the pictures in the living room, looking at the pictures of when he was younger. His father looked so much younger then, before the company became really hectic. His pale hands touched the frame of a certain picture. Wintering up north had been his idea, and his father had agreed. They were both bundled up, standing in front of a snowman in a expensive looking scarf. These pictures were why the boy never let his friends into this room. They weren’t allowed to see this side of him, only one person was. He looked up as someone entered the room, his father was smiling. “Koichi…”
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The man looked at the women who had entered the room, placing the picture back on the mantle. A sad sigh passed his lips, and he walked over to her. “It’s been two years to the day…” He said, and she nodded, wrapping him and a hug, telling him it would be okay. After a moment he returned the hug, “I know… But I still miss him.”
END
[glow=red,2,300]OMG ADD, I wanted to do a day of Young Koichi, Pre- Digital world, and then a Day of older Koichi. Yeaaaaaaah…[/glow]
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