Unleash Your Inner Artist

JournalWord: Drawing cats.

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"Miss Tina! I drew a cat!" Jeffrey announces excitedly, swinging the scribbled mass of orange cat drawn on his sheet of paper, through the air above his feathered hair. He bounces from the plastic chair he sits on, the stitches on his body threatening to pop and unravel.

Tina detours from the hallway to enter the children's nursery, musing that the room is actually quite cheery for a room in a castle dungeon full of zombies, maniacal scientists, and a satanist. There is even a great number of normal toys, like trains and dolls strewn on the matted floor. Although the rubber ducky wallpaper is an eyesore. 

"What a lovely cat, Jeffrey," Tina praises, patting the zombie child's head and forcing him down into the seat. He calms down and stops his bouncing to brightly smile at her. Perfect, straight, gleaming white teeth will always be a mystery that the zombies in this household will never reveal. Tina claims that they're actually just stolen dentures from raids. 

"I drew you," Levi cuts in, shoving his picture into Tina's face.

"You drew me?" Tina asks, touched, taking the sketchbook from Levi's hand. She places a hand on her chest and blinks away astonished tears to look at the picture. "What a lovely picture of.. me picking my nose," she finishes flatly. 

She squints her eyes from behind her glasses in hopes that she's interpreting the portrait wrong, however, Levi's impeccable talent in drawing, clearly displays her right index finger plunging into her nostril with incredible detail and realistic texture. 

A glance at Levi's smirk is enough to conclude her suspicions that he really is just an evil brat. She flicks over to the next page to see if there are any better ones, and then she chokes.

"Levi, you can't draw that!" she hisses, looking around frantically. "I'm sure that was a very private moment between Lisa and George-"

Speak of the devil, George walks past them in the hallway, pausing to give Tina a suspicious look. She smiles at him around the mouthful of paper as George walks away with a raised eyebrow.

"Do pictures taste good, Miss Tina?"

Tina turns around at the inquiry and watches, dumbfounded, when Jeffrey starts to stuff his cat picture in his mouth expectantly.

Levi continues a drawing from a page in his sketchbook, accurately depicting a scene from one of Ishin's many questionable rituals that involved too many virgins that a nine year old boy should have witnessed.

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Art and zombie children. I'm just silly, teehee!

My evil castle dungeon is growing! And yes, there are children (albeit zombies!) who live there. 

Drop a comment, please! 

Be good, 

Mera ;P

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Ax-Amore

JournalWord: She's sex.

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She's sex, with stiletto heels and dragging her bright red ax behind her. Her thin heels click on the tiles of the building's floor as she exits the elevator. Her hips sway, tantalizingly slow in her catwalk march away from the open metal doors and petrified man. 

The impeccably suited businessman's lips tremble, sporting her vibrant lipstick, tremendously confused and terrified as he brings a trembling hand to slick his hair back into its original gelled-down state. 

She doesn't look back when the doors completely close, instead, continues down the hall, sliding her ax over the tiles, hoping it will scratch. She regards the secretaries with a challenging smirk that sets them back down onto their seats when they notice the ax. She knows that security is going to be sent, so she better hurry this up. 

Interns drop their stacks of documents when she passes them, shocked into frozen spectators, moving out of her path with gaping mouths. She finds his office fairly easy and doesn't knock. When she opens the door, he's on the phone, face low to his desk, writing down as he amicably speaks to the person on the other end. He doesn't even look up from his papers when she closes the door. 

She softly tuts at his inattention and transfers the ax slowly so it rests comfortably between her manicured hands. Her fingers flex before hefting the ax up onto her shoulder. She walks forward towards his desk, and before he can fully acknowledge her presence, she slams the ax down. 

The ax chops through the wood of his jomocha desk, trapping the papers he was writing on as it embeds itself into the grain. The edge of the ax peeks through the wood, inches from his nose. The pen in his hand drops onto the desk, rolling to greet the ax that is inches away. 

He is silent when he lifts his head, and she greets him with a perfect, angelic smile, cracking open her devilish lips to display her pearly teeth. While he is still speechless, she pivots on the ball of her black heels so he can see the splash of crimson on her soles before she struts to the door. 

When she opens the door, security waits outside to swarm her, but she holds her hand up to stop them. They look into the office to see her damage and are as stunned as he is, producing a pathway for her in their shocked stupor. 

She sways her hips tantalizingly slow on her exit, a little smile on her vermilion lips. Her hand tosses her hair over her shoulder when she approaches the elevator, a coo of surprise when the man she had left in the elevator is still there, still stunned. She enters the elevator, presses the button for the ground floor and to close the door, and grabs the paralyzed man's unwrinkled tie to pull him in for a kiss.

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I'm still thinking about red (teehee!). But I've got to say, this is my ideal woman, the epitome of sex: the devilish goddess. Now, how sexy is that! Everyone can feel sexy (especially when doing something down-right naughty and dangerous!), just need the self-confidence to achieve it.

Purposely lacking in description and detail, because, hey, this can be anyone. A dangerous smile and something that makes you feel pretty (seductive) is all that is needed. In this case, it's manicured nails and a pair of gorgeous shoes (I love-love-love shoes.).

I liked using words for surprise here, if you can tell ;P

Now, be good,

Mera ;)

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