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Saluto!
It's been a while since I've been on deviant art; even longer since I've posted a journal entry.
Playing on Assassin's Creed has taken all of my attention including my new course in Photography; I have been wanting to get back into drawing and painting and I have a few pieces I intend to post soon. =] To add to that I've grown such an addiction to Assassin's Creed; I just love the games and the innate histories behind them. They blow my mind. Recently I've been dying to create some art related to AC, so keep your eyes peeled although some of it may not be amazing; or indeed any of it. XD
We'll have to wait and see.
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Emma Von Darke
It's been a while since I've been on deviant art; even longer since I've posted a journal entry.
Playing on Assassin's Creed has taken all of my attention including my new course in Photography; I have been wanting to get back into drawing and painting and I have a few pieces I intend to post soon. =] To add to that I've grown such an addiction to Assassin's Creed; I just love the games and the innate histories behind them. They blow my mind. Recently I've been dying to create some art related to AC, so keep your eyes peeled although some of it may not be amazing; or indeed any of it. XD
We'll have to wait and see.
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Emma Von Darke
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Rain on the Roof.
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I'll show you my GOOD side.
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--Another of my roleplaying threads, this one was with Jonathan Crane--
"Are you trying to kill my business? This is bloody hideous!"
A team of scared looking women littered the furbished high class office clutching onto freshly pressed material. The smell of fear hung in the air embellished with the unhealthy stench of sweat, it was perfectly obvious that they were frightened for their lives or possibly their jobs. Standing at a powerful 5ft8, there was a woman with eyes as cold as melted iron and she was on the warpath. Miss Toivonen was not in the best of moods and it didn't help that her staff were completely incompetent in every sense of the word. When she wanted something done it had to be done to her standards, they had a prestigious fashion show in less then 24 hours and her employees were driving her insane. The cream of the crop would be at the event and she couldn't afford any slip ups, things had to go well or heads were gonna roll. Tapping her slender fingertips on the newly varnished mahogany desk she harshly studied the clothes pushed in front of her gaze, the silence deafening as she averted her orbs to rest upon the scared females who seemed to be rooted to the spot.
At the best of times she wasn't the calmest of people in the world but today her patience was really being tested yet nothing shifted over her features to tell them otherwise, she had learned to retain her sanity in front of the public eye and no one suspected her dark nature although her regular bursts of anger could reveal a portion of her true face. Shifting from her slouched position across the desk she stepped across the room, her eyes cold as she played with the material in her hands, for the slightest of moments a dark smirk moved across her pink lips quickly disappearing again as she angrily tore up the makeshift dress in her hands. Chucking it back into the open arms of the red head, she slipped her hands to sit on her hips boring her metal eyes into the face of the young girl stood barely a few meters from her.
"Do you not want a job anymore? Are you trying to make me look like a fool. You are all blind, incompetent employees. We have less then 24 hours and you give me this, get your acts together and create a line of clothes that I would want to wear! Now get the fuck out of my sight!"
Waving her hands at them she swirled on her heel forcing her head back in anger, a brief scuffle of heels and clothes could be heard before it disappeared completely. Ciarra roughly kicked off her heels allowing her manicured feet to grace the soft carpet of her fishbowl, a loud sigh extinguished from her moist lips as she strolled over to her desk pushing herself into her swivel chair. Raising her bare legs in the air she gracefully rested them on the edge of her desk trying to regain her composure, it would be too obvious to say she was stressed but her hidden insanity had crept through her anger and it was slip ups like that which could get her sent back into her personalized padded cell. Sure she loved Arkham as much as the next lunatic but right now wasn't the time to get institutionalized. Hearing a rapid knock on the door she silently cursed her position although she stayed relaxed.
"Enter if you dare."
"Are you trying to kill my business? This is bloody hideous!"
A team of scared looking women littered the furbished high class office clutching onto freshly pressed material. The smell of fear hung in the air embellished with the unhealthy stench of sweat, it was perfectly obvious that they were frightened for their lives or possibly their jobs. Standing at a powerful 5ft8, there was a woman with eyes as cold as melted iron and she was on the warpath. Miss Toivonen was not in the best of moods and it didn't help that her staff were completely incompetent in every sense of the word. When she wanted something done it had to be done to her standards, they had a prestigious fashion show in less then 24 hours and her employees were driving her insane. The cream of the crop would be at the event and she couldn't afford any slip ups, things had to go well or heads were gonna roll. Tapping her slender fingertips on the newly varnished mahogany desk she harshly studied the clothes pushed in front of her gaze, the silence deafening as she averted her orbs to rest upon the scared females who seemed to be rooted to the spot.
At the best of times she wasn't the calmest of people in the world but today her patience was really being tested yet nothing shifted over her features to tell them otherwise, she had learned to retain her sanity in front of the public eye and no one suspected her dark nature although her regular bursts of anger could reveal a portion of her true face. Shifting from her slouched position across the desk she stepped across the room, her eyes cold as she played with the material in her hands, for the slightest of moments a dark smirk moved across her pink lips quickly disappearing again as she angrily tore up the makeshift dress in her hands. Chucking it back into the open arms of the red head, she slipped her hands to sit on her hips boring her metal eyes into the face of the young girl stood barely a few meters from her.
"Do you not want a job anymore? Are you trying to make me look like a fool. You are all blind, incompetent employees. We have less then 24 hours and you give me this, get your acts together and create a line of clothes that I would want to wear! Now get the fuck out of my sight!"
Waving her hands at them she swirled on her heel forcing her head back in anger, a brief scuffle of heels and clothes could be heard before it disappeared completely. Ciarra roughly kicked off her heels allowing her manicured feet to grace the soft carpet of her fishbowl, a loud sigh extinguished from her moist lips as she strolled over to her desk pushing herself into her swivel chair. Raising her bare legs in the air she gracefully rested them on the edge of her desk trying to regain her composure, it would be too obvious to say she was stressed but her hidden insanity had crept through her anger and it was slip ups like that which could get her sent back into her personalized padded cell. Sure she loved Arkham as much as the next lunatic but right now wasn't the time to get institutionalized. Hearing a rapid knock on the door she silently cursed her position although she stayed relaxed.
"Enter if you dare."
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