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Or half of it, at least. Philip Lombard - Ten Little Indians (And Then There Were None) Simple sketch with colors slapped on - sent the really nice one off to my prof already, drat. D: Hooray for the theatre. Now I just have to finish Vera. x_X -Nikira
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No, not an entry bump. More like... De Ja Vu? Two drawings in one day. My goodness, what are you doing, Niki? :] -Nikira
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Cause Miku is not the only Vocaloid around. Geeeeee I was bored. :3 -Nikira
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Ford, that is. For tech class. ...He looks too young. :[ -Nikira
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Ah, Paper Child. The fun never ends. Also, CANAVA. Go wild, Lady K. <3 -Nikira
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Yay. Komas and his trenchcoat belongs to Lady Kopaka. -Nikira
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Have fun. Still dead, guys. I'm hoping to be back sometime next week. -Nikira
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"O, there has been much throwing about of brains." -Hamlet, Act II, Scene II, lines 348-349 Shyeah. <3 Discuss. -Nikira
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A few weeks ago, I started re-playing MNOLG. I got up to Ko-Wahi. I went through Ko-Wahi and the whole Takua passing out stuff (ah, fun times). I really missed Matoro after that. I am sad he is dead. :< So I drew this. It helps fill the void. -Nikira
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I love snow. And my marshmallow coat. It's so flooooofy. <3 Also, Ohio got like about an inch of the white stuff today. Isn't sticking very well but it's still ground cover, bwahaha. =D -Nikira
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Creepy BZP artist fans who are not on BZP are creepy. >_O;;; -Nikira
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*is a Smeag copycat but couldn't resist* Fedora = <3 And it's not leather. -Nikira
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Dude. Make the staple gun a nail gun. And that's totally me in Stagecraft. 8D -Nikira
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Niki posted ART. In GA of ALL PLACES. Well it's not true-blue Bionicle, I'm sad to say. Human Bionicle. So like half-Bionicle. But hey, it's ART!! In the ART FORUMS! 8D It's the first time since whaaat... uh, like January? @_@;;; And yes, I think Project Toa has come to a screeching halt. Thank life for that. No more asking me about it at the moment, please and thank you. *excitedly frolics away to sleep* -Nikira
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I'm sitting in the dark, back in the furthest corner of the stage, shrouded in black with laptop on my legs, its screen barely on. I'm covered in sawdust from the setwork that was done only two hours ago. The place smells rankly of paint and floor finish. To my left, other crew members sit with books in hand or laptops switched on, listening for cues, providing actors with their next props, and preparing anxoiusly for the next scene change. I quickly glance at the wooden doorplug that sits upstage and try to remember where it needs to be places once the cue comes. One cue has already been missed due to malfunctions in the wheels - I make a mental note to clear the floor before moving the plug this time around. On stage, two actors are performing, adorned in white-tail tuxedoes and bathed in soft colored lights, engaged in a frantic arguement. The dress rehearsal of Oscar Wilde's An Ideal Husband is nearly halfway over, the raw amounts of blackmail and intrigue rising dramatically as the main character is morally being pulled in multiple directions. You can hear the frustration and fear in his voice, his movements quick and sharp as he argues with his best friend about women and them being evil. I stifle a laugh when the comic relief, an older character with a military background and a stark contrast to his son, enters the stage with a loud exuberant 'harumph!'. I can hear the stage manager chuckling in the audience. In front of me, just beyond the backdrop I sit behind, sits the costume crew. As soon as this scene is done, two of the actors will have only a minute to change into completly different costumes. The adrenaline rush is incredible - even though I am on costume crew, I am glad I am not assigned to that portion of it. I think I would die of stress. Possibly break a hem by mistake or some silly mistake of that sort. The four people who work tonight are upperclassman who have done this more than once and perform the task fluidly almost every time. One can hear the clanging of feet thirty feet above the stage as the lighting crew performs last-minute adjustments. They will probably be doing adjustments until the hour of the play. Until then, their work is gorgeous. The normally white-and-cream stage now looks almost like a blown-up version of a pastel, multi-colored wedding cake. Throughout the whole stage, there's a level aura of tension and excitement. There is only one more rehearsal. We go live in only two days. This is theatre. And gosh, it's a blast. =D -Nikira
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Our designer is awesome. Even though we just started priming set and the show premiers a week from Thursday, it's still awesome. (WE LOVE YOU MR. C) Also the gray flat is very decieving when relating to the actual size of the stage. D: (semi-better) IT'S HUGEish.... well, the biggest stage I've ever been one. Also I finally got to do something artistic and make corsages for costumes today! (also got to hem, but that's not nearly as fun xP) Gweeee I love the theatre. It's awesome. Don't you dare argue that fact. =P -Nikira
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Dealing with a sudden bought of seperation anxiety at the moment... bumping this entry accordingly. I've watched the sunrise in your eyes And I've seen the tears fall like the rain You've seen me fight so brave and strong You've held my hand when I'm afraid We've watched the seasons come and go We'll see them come and go again But in winter's chill, or summer's breeze One thing will not be changin' We will dance When the sun is shining In the pouring rain We'll spin and we'll sway And we will dance When the gentle breeze Becomes a hurricane The music will play And I'll take your hand And hold you close to me And we will dance Sometimes it's hard to hold you tight Sometimes we feel so far apart Sometimes we dance as one And feel the beating of each others hearts Some days the dance is slow and sweet Some days we're bouncing off the walls No matter how this world may turn Our love will keep us from fallin' And we will dance When the sun is shining In the pouring rain We'll spin and we'll sway And we will dance When the gentle breeze Becomes a hurricane The music will play And I'll take your hand And hold you close to me And we will dance The music will play And I'll hold you close And I won't let go Even when our steps Grow weak and slow Still I'll take your hand And hold you close to me And we will dance -Nikira
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...at begin musically savvy* I'm sorry, Mak. Please don't eat me. It was an honest mistake. D: -Nikira EDIT: ~Makaru~
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No wait not really, please, it's art, I needed something snazzy for a title! *watches as everyone runs away* >>; And yes, it's more human Bionicle stuff. Fear the Taka. Rwargh. And maaaaan this took me too long, mainly because it's the part of a larger picture (comic actually, but we're not going to be specific xP). Said larger picture is also in full color but I like it better in b&w. :3 -Nikira
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It was supposed to be Roodaka. I swear. She just changed on my sketchpad. Cause we know everybody loves Lariska, I mean seriously, she's all over the art forum anyways. And yes she's human, cause I'm a lazy bum. : D SOOOO there you go, a Lariska-that-was-supposed-to-be-Roodaka. I probably got the mech arm on the wrong side, haha, I lack Time Trap at the moment. xD Ahaha... Yeah. Which reminds me, I need to restart my art topic one of these days. Or like, draw some ACTUAL HONEST-TO-GOODNESS BIONICLE ART! D; -Nikira
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I want to see this musical. I really do. ;_; You know who you are, you person, you, and you should know it's partially your fault. You owe me some Broadway tickets. MUSIC IS AWESOME GWAH. <3 -Nikira
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Niki got an illustration job today!!!! =D It's nothing too huge, but it's awesome anyways. My grandmother (an excellent artist and the one who spoke to me on the author's behalf) had only one critique looking over my art beforehand: "You need to make more happy faces!" ... ... ... She's right. ._. As I am without a sketchbook at this very moment, I shall have to improvise! :) :):):):):) Niki is a happy muffin. Hur. x3 -Nikira
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IT'S SOMETHING BIONICLEY! (it's been what, like 6 months?.... I'm sososorry, I'm trying my hardest Dx) Still working on the flow of the design, but I think you'll be able to tell who he is. xP I'll be cleaning it up and trying to color it... er... sometime. First things first: I need to figure out where in the world his rockets attach to his body. I can't tell from the pictures I have. Maybe I just need to find better pictures. Oh, and I got a 29 on my ACT =D (I got an almost perfect score in both the English and Reading sections - like I was off by one point - overall I was 1 point short of a $4,000 scholarship, man ._.)
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She spins and she sways To whatever song plays Without a care in the world While I'm sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders It's been a long day And there's still work to do She's pulling at me, saying 'Dad, I need you There's a ball at the castle And I've been invited And I need to practice my dancing." Oh please, Daddy please? So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms Cause I know Something the Prince never knew Oh, I will dance with Cinderella I don't wanna miss even one song Cause all too soon, the clock will strike midnight *piano chords* And she'll be gone She says he's a nice guy And I'd be impressed She wants to know if I approve of the dress She says, 'Dad, the prom is just one week away And I need to practice my dancing' Oh please, Daddy please? So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms Cause I know Something the Prince never knew Oooooh, I will dance with Cinderella I don't wanna miss even one song Cause all too soon, the clock will strike midnight *piano chords* And she'll be gone She will be gone. *assorted piano, guitar and violins* Well she came home today With a ring on her hand Just glowing and telling of all they had planned She says, 'Dad, the wedding's still six months away But I need to practice my dancing' Oh please, Daddy please? So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms Cause I know Something the Prince never knew Oooooh, I will dance with Cinderella I don't wanna miss even one song Cause all too soon, the clock will strike midnight *piano chords* And she'll... be... gone. *more piano* -Nikira
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Thar ya go. 34 layers, whoknowshowlongItookonit. @_@ Enjoy. -Nikira
