[Original][Paint It!] Introductions
Okay well, just a quick explanation for this: one of my favourite artists on Y!Gallery started these wonderful pixel drawings (I'll link each character to their corresponding image below, though I'm not entirely sure if everyone can see them. Y!G is finicky that way.) and... somehow it wound up with us talking. She 'gave' Tangerine to me (I love him <3) and has encouraged me to continue making up plot things since the first intro below.
These aren't settled introductions, but I liked them well enough to want to share them. =3
Title: "The Paint Crew" Introductions
Series: Paint It!
Rating: PG
Type: Introduction
Warnings: Language
(Kadin "Carmine" Sable)
Welcome to Cadence;
Centuries have come and gone in near complete monochrome and darkness. It’s been a long time since anyone here has seen the sky and waters have long since been polluted beyond hope of redemption. Black buildings exist as a simple marking against an ugly grey sky and bright lights cast a near complete white to the ground below.
During my seventh year of life I first encountered what I would learn had been known as a ‘colour’. My mother rushed me along in some sort of horror, but I never forgot the beauty of it - so far beyond the bland monochrome that I’d been used to. Beyond the shadow and light that seems all that the world will ever see. I think it inspired me. That taste of ‘colour’ - the sin and abomination that the government has banned from existence - is like water to a dehydrated man and when I feel as though I can’t continue, I remember it. I remember what it did for me...
... and I’m gonna bring it to the rest of the world. One colour at a time.
(Dante "Cyan" Sable)
We’ve all been there;
You know that place - that place of constant shadow. The position of always being one step behind someone else and struggling to catch up, the battle to step into your own limelight instead of constantly being overlooked for the stronger force and the pain of being completely invisible to your own family unless it’s because you’re out causing some sort of havoc. That’s my place and I’ve always hated it. In a sense I’ve hated him for it, too, right up until he goes and does some damn thing. It’s hard as hell to stay mad at brothers, after all.
And in that way, in that sense, I’d probably follow him to the ends of the earth - and he’d think I did it just to try and out-do him. That’d be a pretty awesome bonus if I managed it, but seriously think about it for a couple minutes, okay? When no one else is ever there for you but the person everyone’s ignoring you for, can you really, honestly hate them? Even then, half of me hopes we’ll get caught just to see the looks on our parents’ faces when they find out - I think we’d both be officially disowned then...
... it’d be nice to just be a brother for once.
(Sam "Tangerine" Dawson
See it went something like this;
Three years ago I saw it, like some sort of gemstone on display. A little old lady crouched in an alleyway looking more than a little sick. I watched for what felt like hours as people just walked past her, paying her no heed, before I sighed and rested the broom against the side of the bakery, bringing her a warm loaf of bread.
Technically still working, I couldn’t simply bring her to the doctors, but I hoped that at least having some food in that skeletal frame might help her. The smile she gave me sent chills down my spine - broken, old teeth set in wrinkled, infected gums. Nevertheless, what she gave me changed my world from that point on. It shone so vibrantly, unlike anything I’d seen before. I didn’t have a name for it, then, but that beautifully scented, perfectly luminous gift from a dying woman became my life-line. My one true joy...
... so how could sharing it with the world be wrong?
(Sacha "Bubblegum" Peterson)
It’s always been the scene;
Take it or leave it the underground is where the real beauty is. The government has only enough say for us to take it and run. So how did we not know about this? This world of hues and tones, deviating from simple white light like some sort of magic who knew this could happen? I guess it doesn’t make sense yet, huh?
See, I recently bought this underground club... well sorta. Half bought, half inherited. That’s kinda what happens when you were doing the former owner and he kicks the bucket. Or rather, the bucket kicks him. Anyways, useless trivial facts. What is important, however, is what this place is turning into. Once we found the hidden faucets amidst the light, it all went downhill. The scene is finally going to be the way it’s meant to...
... dead sexy, surreal and always, always illegal.
(Saal "Absinthe" Kozlov [the one on the left]
Stupid fucktards;
I think the worst thing about this whole experience is I know how he’s suffering right now. The expression on his face when he saw it will probably be stuck in my brain for the rest of my incarceration - one of utter delight. Nothing will take that away from me. But the coin has two sides, and there’s another expression that will likely haunt me for the rest of my time in here: the expression of utter devastation on his face as they yanked us apart.
The people here tell me it’s called “green” - a “colour”. It had been outlawed nearly seventeen centuries ago because they believed it caused some sort of rebellious behaviour in people. If you want my honest opinion, they’re damn right. But people should have a choice in the matter, shouldn’t they? And I’ll be damned if this is the last the population will see of it. If I’m estimating about right, I’ll be out of here by the end of the week; he’ll make sure of it. And then the world will see more of the colours these people have been sharing with me...
... and I’ll see him smile like that again.
(Acelin "Malachite" Petrovic) [the one on the right]
It’s not supposed to be like this;
The first time I saw it haunts me. It can’t have been long ago, but it feels like forever now, without him. We didn’t mean any harm by it, the beauty of the plant just took us so much by surprise we wanted to share it. And somehow everything went wrong. Of course he had been the one holding it, I bleed too easily to dig into the mud and get it out and somehow... somehow it just exploded.
People screamed, suddenly, they yanked me away from him like he carried the plague. I screamed, I screamed the very best I could, but they wouldn’t let me go, he couldn’t hear me. Soon, I couldn’t see him anymore, the sound of sirens rang over the shrieks of the adults and I couldn’t do anything about it. That one thing, that ‘colour’ they called it, caused such a state of panic amidst these people. I just can’t fathom it...
... why should anyone be afraid of beauty?
These aren't settled introductions, but I liked them well enough to want to share them. =3
Title: "The Paint Crew" Introductions
Series: Paint It!
Rating: PG
Type: Introduction
Warnings: Language
(Kadin "Carmine" Sable)
Welcome to Cadence;
Centuries have come and gone in near complete monochrome and darkness. It’s been a long time since anyone here has seen the sky and waters have long since been polluted beyond hope of redemption. Black buildings exist as a simple marking against an ugly grey sky and bright lights cast a near complete white to the ground below.
During my seventh year of life I first encountered what I would learn had been known as a ‘colour’. My mother rushed me along in some sort of horror, but I never forgot the beauty of it - so far beyond the bland monochrome that I’d been used to. Beyond the shadow and light that seems all that the world will ever see. I think it inspired me. That taste of ‘colour’ - the sin and abomination that the government has banned from existence - is like water to a dehydrated man and when I feel as though I can’t continue, I remember it. I remember what it did for me...
... and I’m gonna bring it to the rest of the world. One colour at a time.
(Dante "Cyan" Sable)
We’ve all been there;
You know that place - that place of constant shadow. The position of always being one step behind someone else and struggling to catch up, the battle to step into your own limelight instead of constantly being overlooked for the stronger force and the pain of being completely invisible to your own family unless it’s because you’re out causing some sort of havoc. That’s my place and I’ve always hated it. In a sense I’ve hated him for it, too, right up until he goes and does some damn thing. It’s hard as hell to stay mad at brothers, after all.
And in that way, in that sense, I’d probably follow him to the ends of the earth - and he’d think I did it just to try and out-do him. That’d be a pretty awesome bonus if I managed it, but seriously think about it for a couple minutes, okay? When no one else is ever there for you but the person everyone’s ignoring you for, can you really, honestly hate them? Even then, half of me hopes we’ll get caught just to see the looks on our parents’ faces when they find out - I think we’d both be officially disowned then...
... it’d be nice to just be a brother for once.
(Sam "Tangerine" Dawson
See it went something like this;
Three years ago I saw it, like some sort of gemstone on display. A little old lady crouched in an alleyway looking more than a little sick. I watched for what felt like hours as people just walked past her, paying her no heed, before I sighed and rested the broom against the side of the bakery, bringing her a warm loaf of bread.
Technically still working, I couldn’t simply bring her to the doctors, but I hoped that at least having some food in that skeletal frame might help her. The smile she gave me sent chills down my spine - broken, old teeth set in wrinkled, infected gums. Nevertheless, what she gave me changed my world from that point on. It shone so vibrantly, unlike anything I’d seen before. I didn’t have a name for it, then, but that beautifully scented, perfectly luminous gift from a dying woman became my life-line. My one true joy...
... so how could sharing it with the world be wrong?
(Sacha "Bubblegum" Peterson)
It’s always been the scene;
Take it or leave it the underground is where the real beauty is. The government has only enough say for us to take it and run. So how did we not know about this? This world of hues and tones, deviating from simple white light like some sort of magic who knew this could happen? I guess it doesn’t make sense yet, huh?
See, I recently bought this underground club... well sorta. Half bought, half inherited. That’s kinda what happens when you were doing the former owner and he kicks the bucket. Or rather, the bucket kicks him. Anyways, useless trivial facts. What is important, however, is what this place is turning into. Once we found the hidden faucets amidst the light, it all went downhill. The scene is finally going to be the way it’s meant to...
... dead sexy, surreal and always, always illegal.
(Saal "Absinthe" Kozlov [the one on the left]
Stupid fucktards;
I think the worst thing about this whole experience is I know how he’s suffering right now. The expression on his face when he saw it will probably be stuck in my brain for the rest of my incarceration - one of utter delight. Nothing will take that away from me. But the coin has two sides, and there’s another expression that will likely haunt me for the rest of my time in here: the expression of utter devastation on his face as they yanked us apart.
The people here tell me it’s called “green” - a “colour”. It had been outlawed nearly seventeen centuries ago because they believed it caused some sort of rebellious behaviour in people. If you want my honest opinion, they’re damn right. But people should have a choice in the matter, shouldn’t they? And I’ll be damned if this is the last the population will see of it. If I’m estimating about right, I’ll be out of here by the end of the week; he’ll make sure of it. And then the world will see more of the colours these people have been sharing with me...
... and I’ll see him smile like that again.
(Acelin "Malachite" Petrovic) [the one on the right]
It’s not supposed to be like this;
The first time I saw it haunts me. It can’t have been long ago, but it feels like forever now, without him. We didn’t mean any harm by it, the beauty of the plant just took us so much by surprise we wanted to share it. And somehow everything went wrong. Of course he had been the one holding it, I bleed too easily to dig into the mud and get it out and somehow... somehow it just exploded.
People screamed, suddenly, they yanked me away from him like he carried the plague. I screamed, I screamed the very best I could, but they wouldn’t let me go, he couldn’t hear me. Soon, I couldn’t see him anymore, the sound of sirens rang over the shrieks of the adults and I couldn’t do anything about it. That one thing, that ‘colour’ they called it, caused such a state of panic amidst these people. I just can’t fathom it...
... why should anyone be afraid of beauty?