Ivy and Thorn - Part 2

Thorn Finger hitch hiked his way out of London and soon found him self walking along side a quiet road from there on.
An occasional car passed and the sun would peek out from behind the grey clouds now and then, though it did not not rain.
Absentmindedly, Thorn Finger took a match from his pocket, lit it and popped it into his mouth.
A van rolled up beside him. The window rolled down.
"Need a lift, Fire Eater?" Asked a gruff, mocking voice.
Thorn Finger calmly spat out the match--unharmed--before turning to the driver. He had no doubt that this giant of a man could rip him limb from limb.
His hands were as large as melons, his shoulders broad and muscular.
"Hallo, Bubba." Thorn Finger said, though his heart beat faster and his legs screamed at him to run. It was not that he was especially afraid of the man, he just wasn't overly fond of what followed.
"The boss wants you to pay up." Bubba rubbed the back of his prickly shaved head and sneered.
Thorn Finger sighed. "I have told you many times before. I do not have it yet."
Bubba took out a knife and began to clean under his finger nails with it. "Well you had better get it soon or I may be tempted to carve a couple more designs in that pretty face of yours."
"Give me more time, Bubba." Thorn Finger pleaded. "I just need more time."
Lifting his knife, Bubba seemed to cut imaginary lines through the air, pondering.
"Fine." He said finally. "But the boss will not be happy. I do not know how much longer I can cut you so much slack, though. You are running out of time, Fire Eater."
With that, Bubba rolled up the window and the van roared away.
"You will not be sorry!" Thorn Finger called after it.
He is going to be so sorry, he thought to him self.

The sun was beginning to set when Thorn Finger ducked in to the wood that ran along side the road.
After starting a fire, he sat down to a dinner of canned soup.
Waif ran off into the night to find a meal of her own.
"Everything I eat is canned." Thorn Finger complained to him self. "Canned soup, canned beans, canned fish, canned fruit."
A twig snapped. He was not alone. Waif could not have made so much noise, and there was no way some on as large as Bubba could have snuck up on him like that.
"Who is there?" He called in to the darkness of the trees.
A shadow came in to view. A small shadow.
Thorn Finger sighed. He had almost managed to forget about her.
Almost.

Ivy stepped into the fire light.
The man with the scars looked at her with something like respective annoyance. "How did you managed to follow me?" He asked.
Ivy shrugged and dug at the ground with her leather boot. "It was not hard really, to get away from the ticket lady. Then I just took a taxi north." She held up a leather wallet. "Thorn Finger." She mused. "What kind of name is that?"
Thorn Finger patted his pockets in surprise.
Tossing him his wallet, Ivy sat down across the fire from the strange man.
Thorn Finger counted the money then slid it safely--or not--in to his pocket. "You owe me." He said, shooting her a meaningful glare.
Ivy simply shrugged. Her stomach complained loudly. She tried oh-so-hard not to stare a Thorn Finger's can of soup, but in the end she could not help her self and he handed her the can.
Then he sat ignoring her, hypnotized by the flames as she ate.
Once she had finished, she began to repeat something Thorn Finger had said only minutes earlier, only changed it a little and added a tune.
"Canned beans, canned soup;
Canned fish, canned fruit.
That's all he ever gets to eat;
Canned beans, canned fruit."
Thorn Finger smiled for the first time. She could not tell if it was amused, forced, or just awkward.
"You really must come with me?" He asked.
Ivy nodded. "Yes."
Thorn Finger sighed. "If you get hurt, do not blame me."
"I will not." Ivy said, though she wondered what kind of trouble the strange man could be in.

Ivy awoke the next morning to a leathery tongue on her face. "Hallo, Waif."
Placing the furry, white animal beside her, Ivy sat up, stretched her sore muscles and looked around.
Thorn Finger was not there.
But he could not have left her, she decided, because he had left his things and Waif.
Sure enough, Thorn Finger soon returned.
"You are awake."
"Yes."
"There's some breakfast for you by my pack."
It was canned fruit.
At this Ivy began to sing.
"Canned beans, canned soup;
canned fish, canned fruit;
That's all we ever get to eat;
Canned fish, canned fruit."
Thorn Finger did not say any thing, only threw some dirt over the remains of the fire.
"Are we leaving now?" Ivy asked, watching him.
"Yes."
"May I carry Waif?"
"If she does not mind."
"Do you think she will?"
"I do not know. Now shut up and eat your pears."
"I do not think she will." Ivy mumbled, finishing off the can. Handing Thorn Finger the tin, she picked up Waif and placed the ferret in her leather ruck sack. The little critter did not protest.
Thorn Finger watched her with shielded jealousy and respect.
Waif must not do this for him, Ivy thought.
Thorn Finger turned away and headed in to the trees.
"Wait!" Ivy hurried after him. "Where are you going? The road is that way." She pointed.
"Yes, but we are not using the road."
"Why ever not?"
"It is too dangerous."
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
She did not say any thing after that for quite some time.
"Does that frighten you?" Thorn Finger asked, some what hopefully.
Ivy shook her head. "Not 'specially." She paused. "What kind of trouble are you in mister?"
Thorn Finger did not answer, only said after some time: "Do not call me that."

"Thorn Finger." Ivy said suddenly. "I need to use the toilet."
"What?" Thorn Finger asked, having not really been paying attention.
"I need to go PEE." Ivy said.
"Go then." He said. "In a bush some where." He could tell that she was reluctant, but she put on a brave face and went.
Thorn Finger waited.
"What do I use to um, wipe?" The little girl called.
"Use a leaf or some thing." Thorn Finger called back, some what red in the face.
So this is what if feels like to be a parent or guardian, he thought to him self.
Ivy finished up and the unlikely pair was off again.

It was not yet lunch time when they arrived at a little town. There seemed to be a market set up along the main strip and Ivy insisted on stopping at every thing he saw.
She smelled the flowers, she tasted the food samples and she played with the noise makers.
"Please stop." Thorn Finger begged finally. "It is so hard to do any thing when you are whizzing about."
"Can not we buy some food though?" Ivy pleaded.
"No."
"Why not?" She whined.
"It is much too expensive and it does not last long."
"But it looks so GOOD." The little girl pleaded and pouted, but Thorn Finger would not give in.
"All right." Ivy said finally, wiping away tears. They had only just moved on when Ivy went on. "But I would like know. Why DO you only eat canned beans, canned soup, canned--"
"I get it."
"--if you hate it so much?"
"I did not say I hated it."
"All right then, dislike it."
"Because it last long, and it is cheep. Why do you ask?" Thorn Finger asked impatiently.
"Because there is a pancake house over there advertising free kids meals." Ivy counted on her fingers. "That is nothing for me, and plus I owe you for the taxi and train."
Thorn Finger did not have to smell the syrup and bacon twice. "Come on now, we haven't got all day."
"Only lunch." Ivy agreed, skipping after him.
Only later did her realize she had gotten him to do exactly as she had wanted.

Total word count: 2,276

Goal: 40,000

HotSM Characters - The Pack - Physical Atributes Concepts

I used dreamself.me

Lily: ...What's up with the giant mushrooms?
Me: Backgrounds are very limited.
Lily: I see.
Violet: What about me?
Me: I did you too:

Violet: ...Why do I have books?
Me: It just fit. Plus you like to read and keep your pack's sacred book thing.
Violet: I see.
Taylor: Aren't you forgetting someone?

Taylor: I ROCK! >w<
Me: Sure.
Zagum: What about me?

Zagum: ...Seriously? I wouldn't wear those clothes, I shave thanyouverymuch and my eyes are black, not blue.
Me: I know right? Dream Selfy just couldn't capture your awesomeness. *eyeroll*
Zagum: Well when you put it that way.... *pose*
Marth: ...
Me: Oh don't worry Marthie, we didn't forget about you!

Marth: O____________O
Lily:  o///o
Zagum: BWAHAHAHA
Me: Oh, oopsies! Wrong file. My bad.
Marth: Gimme that! *grabs mouse*
Me: Hey, no!
Marth: This is what I think of that! *clickclackclikityclak*

Me: *sigh* Really, Marth?
Marth: What? You don't like the ferret? Fine, I'll change it to a bunny.
Me: No! Just... gimme that.

Me: There.
Marth: What is up with my hair?
Zagum: He looks awful.
Taylor: He looks like a Twilight Vampire.
Violet: I think he looks handsome.
Lily: Me too.
Marth: ...
Me: That's all. I don't have time for Rocky and Truette.
Rocky: Aha.
Truette: *smug*
Zagum: Hey, no fair! We have to have this treatment and they get off easy?
Marth: WHAT IS THIS?
Zagum: YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!! I CAN'T--

*click*

Cyber Kitty Girl

Samster and I made this together using Dream Selfy. =3

I moustache you a question...

but I will shave it for later.

This is my hand.

With a moustache stamped onto it.
And then I drew a spectacle on it.

I made the stamp out of an eraser.
Like this:

Not my tutorial.

Sadly, I had to make mine with a cheap japanese sushi eraser and it still doesn't work that great. And my knife was kind of dull.

I never thought I'd see the day...

I've watched The Avengers a couple times. It's great, I love the action, yadda yadda yadda.
But I didn't get why so many girl were fangirling over Loki. "HE'S EVIL." I said.
Just a couple days ago I watched Thor. Twice.
I'm not going to beat around the bush.
Loki's awesome.
I could give you a long list of well-thought-out and scientific reasons why he's so amazing, but I wont waste my breath.

Instead, here's some super-fun GIF's:

  

Oh yeah. What can I say?

I must make one thing clear though.
For the record, I come at this somewhat from a writer's perspective.
Like:
"Oh my poptarts, Loki is so well written and I see the reasons why he is such a loved character. (i.e. somewhat undeserved misfortune; tragic backtory; etc.)"
Yup.
Just wanna put that out there.


*rant over*

The Visitor

This is my first REAL try at drawing with my tablet.

I am very proud of the bubble. =3

Ivy and Thorn - part 1

I'm doing Camp NaNoWriMo. I've started a little early.

Thorn Finger placed his belongings at the bottom of his rucksack and swung the bag over is shoulder.
"That was a cool show." Said a voice.
Thorn Finger spun around, startled.
In front of him stood a little girl. She wore a brown leather jacket and combat boots, but despite her rugged appearance, she wore jean shorts and a blouse, her red hair tied up with a large cream bow.
She looks to be around nine he thought, but where are her parents?
He glanced around for any sign of  any over protective parents, but none showed to punch his scarred face in.
"I am Ivy." The girl thrust out a hand. "I am eleven years old."
Thorn Finger hesitantly took her small hand in his bigger one and shook it.
Her deep green eyes bore into him. Confident and searching, they seemed to examine every inch of him from his sandy hair down to his worn boots.
She is very wise and short for her age, he decided.
Adjusting the cloth pack slung over her tiny shoulders she looked him up and down again just for good measure. "What you did was pretty neat." She stated rather factually. "Do you think you could teach me how?"
"Breath fire?" Thorn Finger finally spoke. "It takes time and practice." He shook his head.
"I have time." Ivy said airily. "Where are you headed?"
"North." Shifting from foot to foot,  he glanced around anxiously for the girls parents. Surely they didn't want their little daughter talking to a stranger. Much less one that hadn't shaved for a month and breathed fire.
"North?" Ivy exclaimed. "Really?" That is where I'm going too! I will travel with you."
"What?" Thorn Finger shouted in dismay. "No, go home."
Frowning, she protested: "But I am going the same direction as you are--to visit my aunt." The last bit sounded like an after thought.
"I am going on foot. Why do not you use the train?" Thorn Finger asked. still unwilling to travel with a child and unable to comprehend any reason some one would want to travel with him.
"Why do not YOU use the train?" Ivy countered, stomping her foot on the road with impatience.
"Where are your parents?" Thorn Finger demanded.
At this Ivy scuffed at the road with her toe. "On vacation in France. They would only just be on the plane by now. I was on my way to the train station when I saw you and stopped to watch the show. Oh and by the by, where did your ferret run off to?"
"Too find some lunch," He explained. "But you are not under any circumstances coming with me."
"Yes I am and you can't stop me." She stomped her foot with stubborn determination.
Thorn Finger trie very hard in every way to convince her other wise, but the silly girl would not be swayed.
Fine, he thought irritably, I will just have to force her to stay.
He thought about running, but that did not seem very nice, and if she ran after him, she may get lost. London was huge and noisy and dangerous for a little girl. He considered taking her to the police station but the idea didn't appeal to him in any which way and it seemed rather harsh considering the girl had no nearby family to take her. Plus her aunt would be waiting for her.
Having made up his mind, Thorn Finger purposely walked off down the road.
"Wait!" Ivy bawled, chasing after him. "Where are you going? North is that way."
"I just need to drop something off first." He whistled to his ferret and the furry little thing emerged from the bushes. "Come on now, Waif." Climbing up the man's out stretched arm the ferret slipped into Thorn Fingers pack and poked it's head out to hiss at Ivy.
"May I pet her?" Ivy asked, almost in reply,
Thorn Finger shot her an irritated look. "What makes you think that it's a female?"
Ivy ignore him. "May I?"
"No." He almost snapped, "She bites."
"So it IS a she?"
"Don't talk to me."
The two wound their way through the busy streets of London.
"Why are we here?" Ivy asked when she had spotted the train station.
Thorn Finger glanced at her warily. "I told you, I Have some business here to take care of. Do you still want to follow me?"
He hoped she would go away, for she surely knew what he planned to do. She was no fool, that he could see.
But she looked at him determinedly and shook her head. She would not let him out of her sight, knowing he would run off as soon as he had the chance.
Instead, she followed him inside.
She marched behind him right up to the ticket counter. She did not bolt when he asked for a child's fare.
However, when he asked her where her aunt lived, she would not tell him.
"One ticket to Birmingham. He said to the lady clerk.
Ivy simply raised her eye brows.
Giving a shrug he thought to him self: Birmingham just seems like a likely place for an aunt to live.
As he took the ticket from the lady he added: "Oh and can you get someone to watch over the girl? I have to be on my way."

"Sure. I'll even do it." The young blonde batted her eye lashes at him and her some what self consciously traced the three scars that ran down his cheek.

Inviting Ivy behind the counter with her, the lady assured Thorn Finger in the most lengthy and un-assuring way that the "little darling" would be in safe hands until the train arrived.

Thorn Finger only nodded his thanks, thinking to him self, the way she carries on, Ivy will have gone before she could even finish one sentence. Ah well.

Ivy gave him a pitiful look as he left and a feeling of regret stabbed him in the heart.

I can not afford to take care of a little girl, he reprimanded him self. Besides, she would not be safe with me.

No she would not.

What do you think? My word goal is 40,000.

Estimate word count: 983

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Mint and Zoey - Chapter 2 - Part 3

Zoey

"Are you sure you have everything?" Zoey asked Mint for the third time.
"Yup!" His adopted sister skipped in circles around him.
"You've got your clothes, blanket, water, snacks, your books, notepad, did you remember your special hair bow?"
Zoey went through the list and Mint replied to each one with a chipper "Check!"
Crystal came out of the house and walked towards them through the drifts of dead leaves. "Did you remember Thorvald?" She asked holding out the plush toy.
"Thorvy-bear!" Mint gasped.
The poor pony still wore the frilly pink dress.
Tucking the animal into her rucksack, Mint strung the pack over her shoulders and smiled at Zoey. "Now I'm ready. Were should we start?"
"Follow the lake." Crystal suggested.
"Why do you say that?" Zoey asked and immediately thought he may have sounded a little suspicious.
Crystal looked offended and he mentally winced. "Because it's the best place to situate anything. Plus, we'll have remotely clean drinking water.
"Sounds good to me." Mint offered.
Zoey only nodded and brushed past her. "Put on your jacket, Mint. Winter's on it's was and we can't afford for you to get sick."
Mint frowned and looked hurt, and Zoey immediately wished he could take it back. "Sorry." He muttered. "Want a horsey ride?"
Mint's face broke into a wide grin. "That's okay and yes please!"
Swinging the girl onto his shoulders they set off. Through the forest stained with fall colors they treked.
Their adventure had begun.