Dory
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Post by Dory on May 7, 2005 12:53:36 GMT
heh aye, kinda.....thing is the cough was FINALLY going away....after a month....but now its back with a vengence lol
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on May 7, 2005 12:59:04 GMT
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Dory
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Post by Dory on May 7, 2005 13:12:18 GMT
tssk....i wanna be able to 'scribble' like that ;O lol
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on May 7, 2005 13:16:32 GMT
Just practise Dory. Basically, I've drawn Ewan, but Ritchie even more, so many times that I know the details of their faces! lol. It's so weird. It's like when you draw a love heart, you draw them so many times they begin to look the same? Well if you keep drawing the same person over and over again then you just get used to drawing them. Peace, Rotae
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Dory
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Post by Dory on May 7, 2005 13:18:00 GMT
yeah i do....just keep drawing them badly over and over....i know the contours, moles, creases etc of Ewan's face in every detail...lol i just cant draw faces, never have been able to....*cwies* my paste: welll...you have to upload them to somewhere like www.photobucket.com and then that itself is simple to use..... then you can either use th buttons at the top of this reply screen to add them....or (take out all the *'s) [*url=http://www.theaddressofyour.com/pic.jpg]what words you would like to see[*/url] should come out as what words you would like to seeor you could just paste the address itself with no tags as it automatically turns into a link: www.thepiccy.com/here.jpgnormally on boards you can post the pictures using the [*img][*/img] tags but on this one most pics are too big for the rules to allow them to be posted...so you are better off using the url codes.
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Dory
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Post by Dory on May 27, 2005 1:28:53 GMT
hah i know what my paste is, the next installment of Velvet Collar...my story...i finally got round to writing it tonight....so(its a bit long):
The dial tone kicked in and Rafe began tapping the handset with his slender fingers, controlling each breath with precise decision. He just wanted to get it over with and start something new, get on with life the way he wanted to live it, and the fact that it was still ringing out, geared up his impatience another notch. Suddenly the tone changed and the answer machine cut in, a mechanical voice explaining that his life would be on hold and that now Chris would be in control of it, as usual. ‘You have reached Chris but he is currently unavailable to take your call, please leave contact details and a message after the tone.’ “Er, hi. It’s…Rafe! Hah forgetting my name, not a good start. Anyway, was just finally calling to say I’ve read your letter and…” His mouth, still open and poised to speak, couldn’t utter another sentence as the words from the note re-emerged and his own words disintegrated. “…yeah. So get back to me. Bye”. He hit the off button and threw the phone down on his bed. “ARrrrghhhh” he exhaled as he buried his face in his palms. He had to get out of there, too many posters of Soundgarden and photographs of Chris spread around his room, too much for his brain to cope with. He stuff his cell phone in his pocket, grabbed his keys and headed out of the house, but not before shouting to his Aunt that he had his phone if she needed him.
Chris kicked back and crossed his feet on the table in front of him, the dregs of a cigarette hanging from his fingers. “I really gotta give this up” he muttered as he took a lungful and leaning back, blew it up into the air above him. “Yeah, you do. I’m not having this baby being around second-hand smoke” the girl laughed as she curled up under his receiving arm, laying her head on his chest. “I know, I know…” he protested and stubbed it out in the ashtray by his side. “You still not got hold of him yet?” she stretched her arm across his chest. “No, waiting for him to call me, till he’s ready…” Chris nodded and sighed loudly.
Rafe aimlessly kicked about the dust under the bench as the thunder rumbled contently overhead. A young couple, arm in arm hurried past him, obviously trying to escape the weather, Rafe just laughed to himself as he sat back and looked to the sky. Sure enough, a few drops sporadically fell from the sky and coalesced with the dry earth, slowly turning the dust to mud as the drops multiplied. He felt the warm beads trickle over his skin and a sense of release took him over, but he was soon pulled from his thoughts as he felt something colder on his ankle. Looking down, he was greeted with an affectionate stare from two brown puppy dog eyes, just before they jumped up to his face and a little tongue started licking the rain off his face eagerly. Rafe couldn’t help but laugh as he stroked the dog playfully. “Where did you come from eh?” he chortled and searched for a tag on it’s collar. He decided it male and couldn’t have been more than 6 months old and it seemed rather inexperienced, so his owner had to be in the vicinity somewhere. The little bone shaped metal tag read ‘Renton’ and had a contact number on the back. Rafe contemplated dialling the number but soon had his mind changed as waves of ‘Reeeeents!’ hit his ears. He pulled the little dog down from his chest and held the fidgeting mass of soggy fur on his lap as he looked around for the perpetrator of the call. In the distance behind a few trees stood a very attractive young man, hands on his hips and a leash dangling from one of his hands. Rafe’s stomach lurched up to his throat and caused him to catch his breath. “Wow…he yours eh?” he murmured and scratched Renton behind the ear as he tried to chew Rafe’s hand, “Lucky bugger.” The stranger seemed to have spotted the dog and was now heading towards Rafe and his new companion at a vast pace. “Renton! Come here!” Stressed the stranger, the dog took no note of him, “hope he’s not bothering you?” “No, not at all” Rafe gulped “he’s rather delightful actually” he let out a giggle. The stranger’s temper faded and his face filled with compassion as he sat down beside Rafe, taking the dog onto his own lap and fixing the leash back to its collar. “He definitely likes you…” the man beamed and struggled trying to keep the little mutt still, “…and I can see why” he then said under his breath. “Scuse me?” Rafe said absently as he looked up at the man. His eyes were such a blue to rival those of Chris’s and it made Rafe turn away quickly and avoid them. “Nothing…..oh fúck it, I said I can see why he likes you.” The man said, laying his thoughts on the line. Rafe looked back up and fell further into the mysterious stranger eyes, his own flicking back and forth, trying to read this man’s face. “Sorry, I’m Brendan” he held out his hand. Rafe took it and tried to suppress the free-falling sensation it gave him before replying with his own name. “And this is…Renton” he said as the dog managed to break free from his grip and attacked Rafe’s leg with his beating tail. They both just laughed as the dog looked up at them both, innocently. Rafe wasn’t one for small talk but early on in this conversation, he had decided to give it a go. After divulging as little about himself as he could, he had found out a lot about Brendan. He worked nearby in a local music store and was the singer and guitarist in a band, who were trying to raise enough money to record a demo. The rain had eased slightly but was still coating all the surfaces it touched with a slight shimmer, including Rafe, Brendan and a now muddy Renton. But the conversation from both sides continued, Rafe now feeling more comfortable in the man’s presence. In so many ways he reminded him of Chris, his eyes, his personality, the way he dressed, even his voice. As they both acknowledged the time and the evanescence of the setting sun, silence fell between them as they both turned to watch the outside world.
Rafe routed around in his pocket to reveal his keys and let himself into the house. He shook of the rain’s glistening layer before hanging his jacket on the back of the door. His aunt bustled through from the kitchen and stood facing him. “You’ve had a call.” She gleamed, her smile giving away who the caller had been. “Oh yeah?” he said, slightly dismissively, secretly hoping it would have been Brendan. They had quickly swapped numbers before the storm worsened and they had to depart. “He said to give him a call back on that number on the pad” his aunt pointed towards the notepad, “some French number by the looks of it.” “Thanks” Rafe smiled and kissed his aunt on the cheek. “Here we go again…” “What’s got into you?” she giggled at him and headed out of sight Rafe turned and faced the phone then sighed loudly. Déjà vu, he thought.
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Post by retro399 on May 27, 2005 8:26:45 GMT
just read it,dory,and it is great,you are really clever,you must have a great imagination!! ;D
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Post by NativeAngel on May 27, 2005 14:02:57 GMT
aw man I wanna know what happens next dang it! Your stories are so good Dory.
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Dory
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I'm a puppet not a wh?re..
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Post by Dory on May 27, 2005 16:08:03 GMT
lol i have a vivid imagination....dunno whether its great or not heh cheers
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Post by retro399 on May 27, 2005 18:03:15 GMT
you are so talented!!
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Dory
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I'm a puppet not a wh?re..
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Post by Dory on May 27, 2005 18:24:07 GMT
*hides under a stone*
ahem
well i spose i have to have something to compensate for all the things i DO lack ;P
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Post by retro399 on May 28, 2005 15:52:36 GMT
well,i think you are a really good writer!!! ;D
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Dory
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I'm a puppet not a wh?re..
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Post by Dory on May 28, 2005 16:13:00 GMT
well i love writing....as long as it aint anything official like essays heh i hate writin them...
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Post by retro399 on May 28, 2005 16:59:27 GMT
i know,i used to hate taking exams at school,there is just too much pressure on people,my mind would just go blank..
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Dory
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I'm a puppet not a wh?re..
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Post by Dory on May 28, 2005 17:18:38 GMT
i think its just the fact that you have to actually write things (rather than type) so you cant go back and change something and that you have limited time to do it in so you find yourself just cramming in everything you know, rather than explaining the relevant bits thoroughly lol
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