My figure painting for watercolor class. Jackson North-2013
My figure painting for watercolor class. Jackson North-2013
Bilal calls out to Viola from the front door “Baby girl this door is locked too. What about the back?”
But gets no response.
"Viola!" he calls as heads to the kitchen, "Where you at?"
He passes the hall of the side door and steps into the kitchen, but nobodies there. He heads to the back door; locked like the others and calls out her name again. He walks back into the living room and the tv turns off. He takes a few steps back and looks at the side door then down the hallway passed the kitchen entrance to the bare wall on the other side. He hears footsteps from upstairs and makes his way to the base of the stairway. As clear as day he hear footsteps walking from one end of the hallway to the other. He for Viola but no response. He takes a deep breathe and heads up the stairs. With every step he takes it feel like he is walking on air just for a moment. As he reaches to top of the stairs he rubs his eyes that have become dry and looks down the hall almost forgetting what it was he was even looking for or why he was even there. As he walks down the hallway he passes by a few empty rooms- the only ones with no furniture-and stops in the doorway of a study at the very end. Directly across from him is a closet door to his left a series of large windows that line the wall behind a wooden desk. Across from the desk is a bookshelf, but it seems as if most of the books were taken and some even line the floor. as he steps in side he notices a storage cabinet next to the desk. He walks up to it, opens the doors and looks inside. To his surprise he find a shotgun, rifle and two pistols as well as salt, chains and locks. he hears what sounds like a muffled yell. Maybe Viola calling his name he thinks. He takes a few steps toward the door and listens for a few seconds.
"Viola!?" he calls, "Viola!"
The headlights of a car peer through the window as a car pulls in the driveway.
I am going to start posting some art on here.
Jackson North - Higal
I was wondering for the longest time why there are not very many actual bloggers anymore, but when I started this I discovered why, and I tell you. It is very difficult with all the things people have to do and want to do to put in time to blog and even find a thought that is worth sharing. I mean fb and twitter are for those who usually don’t have anything significant to say, but want others to know what is going on in their everyday lives. We all have thoughts, but not every time we pensively thinking of something we feel the need to type it out, write it down or share it in any way. Also people are lazy. most of the time we are looking for entertainment in visual stimuli such as photography, art, videos and gifs, That way we don’t have to work so hard, because sometime our brain so no too much for right now so we shut down(in a way)when we see something longer than a paragraph. I do it. Most people do, which is why we have so many “photo blogs” now. I really hope that in the future I can post something at least once a day. We’ll see.
I really just want to be alone right now, and not be bothered. Not because I am in a bad mood or anything, I would just rather be alone with my thoughts for a little while today. It sucks because I have to be in class today and should be typing a six page paper that was due last thursday, but I am not really digging that kind of writing at the moment. I don’t know; maybe if I could be in a quite place I could un-scramble my brain, and get-a-hold of what it is that I am feeling and what I want to do. There are only two people I want to be around right now and neither of them are available. It’s just one of those days.
Bilal and Viola hang out on their neighborhood sidewalk talking. A small group of thugs approach them looking for trouble with Bilal, which is just what they get. Viola flees down a nearby ally way to an abandoned house a few houses down from the commotion. Knowing that the house is vacant she is cautious of drug dealers and junkies that may reside in the house. Following her instincts she looks around the kitchen for a weapon and grabs a knife. Bilal shoots one of the three thugs in the leg and takes cover behind one of the trees as the others take cover behind cars. Knowing that the odds are against him he runs to the alley ending up at the doors of the same house perhaps by some unseen force. They reunite and decide to wait a bit before heading back out.
"Oh god, you scared the shit outta me. Are you ok did they shoot you?"
"Nah, I’m good." he says taking a quick look around,"We should wait a minute before we head out again though."
They head out of the kitchen an into the living room where a radio spontaneously comes to life. In a house with no power it easily freaks Viola out and she knocks it on the floor. As it smashes on the floor it shuts off.”Batteries i’m sure.” she says.
They sit on the couch and Bilal pulls out a blunt and begins smoking. “You wanna take a hit baby girl?” holding it in her direction.
"No. You do you though."she replies.
After a couple of hits the tv turns it’s self on, and through the low hum of the static they clearly hear the closet door behind them creak as it opens. They turn slowly, catching it before it stops. Viola gets up and turns on the light built into her phone and takes a look inside. She sees nothing but a few coats and a few small boxes that line the top shelf and floor. She closes the closet door saying “I think it’s time to go. Now.” as she does so.
Bilal stands as she heads to the side door that’s closest to where they are; nestled between the living room and the kitchen down a short hall. Bilal reaches for the door handle and twists, but the door is locked. He tries unlocking it, turning it left then right, nothing.
"The door must be jammed." Viola says running her fingers through the roots of her hair.
"Try kicking it down or something." She suggests.
Bilal steps back and takes his foot to the door, but it doesn’t budge a bit. Viola heads to the back door and Bilal to the front. Each door is locked and all the windows boarded. Viola heads back to the side door and checks it again. Bilal calls out to her. She goes through the living room to get to the front door, but when she gets there she doesn’t see him anywhere. She calls out to him but there is no response. She walks down the hall to the kitchen, but once she steps passed the threshold of the doorway she finds herself in the living room doorway she was just in; staring right at the stairs. She looks to her right at the front door and then to her left down to the kitchen. She turns around viewing the living room questioningly and then heads to the back door, but again once crosses the threshold of the doorway she ends up in the doorway of the living room that faces the stairs. She looks around again this time really taking in her surroundings. She notices a door right across from her on the wall of the stairs, a semicircle window above the front door that isn’t boarded and a small table to her left against the hallway wall. She grabs at a chunk of her hair in frustration and once again calls for her friend.
"Bilal, where are you?"
The door directly across from her opens a crack. She grabs her phone and once again turns on the light built in. She carefully crosses the door threshold and to her surprise nothing happens. She heads to the door and wraps her hand around the handle. The door creeks as she pulls it open and she shines her light inside and finds that the door leads to the basement.She calls Bilals name again and before heading down she looks around one more time then goes down into the basement the door closing behind her.
I only have one person that I feel comfortable enough to talk about everything with and he is now hundreds of miles away in a commune. I really need to confide in someone but I don’t have that kind of relationship with anyone else. I really miss my best friend, and I hope I can get a hold of him soon.
Can I just say as a gm that the players can sometimes be very irritating. I am having some problems with the player that is rping as the demon. We had a talk about his character motives and goals, but when we play he does something very different and then gives me grief when I create obstacles for him. I need to have another talk with him because his actions are really irritating me. For example I asked him does his character hate humans he said no, I said does your character want to kill humans, ruin the lives of humans, or what? He responded by saying “I want my character to gain power and maybe lead people. I want him to become president.”
With that information taken into account I rebuilt his charcter sheet because his was fucked. So I put him in a house that described his desires and put him in a faction of the same. When we played though he take on the personality traits of a demon from a different faction.
To explain; faction are groups pf demons with the same goal(s), they don’t need to work together or even be friends they just want the same things.
I put him in the Faustian faction but he acts like he is from the Raveners or the .
Faustian- This faction sees the potential in humanity and intends to release it. They are social and many want to rise to positions of power to lead humans to a greater age.
Ravener- This faction thinks of humans as insects or scum. They are hurt that the humans have destroyed the earth and that they weren’t punished after the war on heaven. Some go out of their way to kill as many as they can. This faction is all about destruction.
Can you see my dilemma?
I have been really surprised with myself as a gm, I mean honestly I was worried that I wouldn’t be good at the storytelling aspect. I don’t mean because i can’t tell a story, I didn’t think I would be good at telling the story aloud is what I mean. Not to say i’m really good or anything, because I could use some work in the description area of the narrative. I find myself at a loss of words sometimes. I guess it is because I am not use to describing what I imagine to people. I am use to taking the time to think about what I imagining and then writing or typing it out. I edit what needs to be edited and cut what isn’t important but this experience is really making me think on my feet, which is exciting for me, but at the same time nerve racking. I haven’t found the time to write it down. I can’t write down in full detail anyway, because the player will change things in an instant so there’s no way the story will stay on the track that you’ve made. You just have to hope that nothing happens to ruin their chances of success and lead without forcing them in the right direction. I am proud of what I can come up with quickly I just want to be able to explain it with more confidence and more clearly. That will come with more practice and more experience. When that day comes it’s gonna be epic!
Yesterday was yet another success I think. I didn’t get as far as I would’ve like in the story due to this extremely long encounter a couple of my characters had, but it was a cool scene with an awesome ending so it all worked out. I think each week I’ll post a bit of the story. I think that will help me keep track of what has happened so far, and maybe even give me a new perspective of where the story could go. So look out for those I’ll title them WOD- The (so and so), or perhaps Thus Far, or even Previously On. I’ll decide and tag WOD, Storytelling Adventures and Chronicles.
Why are there always so many books to read when it comes to rpgs. Just give us a map (with short descriptions of the cities and towns), character creation information, Short, descriptive game rules and creature manual. That should be like two three books. I have so many things to read still and I still have a character who I can’t come up with anything for. I just want there to peace in my gm mind, but my brain is warring. Tomorrow I really do hope I am prepared. Wish me luck. Don’t.
me tryin’ to get my life together
So my best friend is moving to Virginia in a couple of days and I am honestly super excited for him. I mean I am going to miss him since I live in Minnesota. but he is out there going after what he wants in life and I think that is awesome. I wish I had the self motivation to just do stuff, but I don’t. I am the type of person to look before I leap. Most of the time I am looking so intensely at the way to get there my destination gets lost or the path is too daunting and I don’t think I could walk it. The one thing holding me back in life is me with my fear of failure and it sucks, because how do you learn if you never make mistakes? How do you grow or get better? The answer is you don’t. What happens is you get stuck in a hole you dug yourself. So I need to learn how to just leap even if at first my eyes are closed. It’s better to have taken a chance and gotten somewhere(even if it’s not where you were expecting) than to wait and go absolutely nowhere.
Firstly I don’t generally have sex dreams and this wasn’t really a sex dream in terms of graphic sex or nudity, so don’t worry. So to start there is this guy that I have been thinking of asking this guy named Cole out for a while now, not to say I have a crush but there is potential for more complicated feelings to form. He recently broke up with his boyfriend and is now back “on the market” for lack of better words. Anyway a tuesday night/ wednesday morning I had this dream that we were hanging out and I noticed that we were being very sensual with each other, touching a lot and hugging and stuff. We were on a couch and we decide to make food because we were hungry. we get in the kitchen and we just cannot keep our hands off of each other and that’s when we started making out. Somehow we end up on the floor and I am kissing his body, lifting up his shirt and I find his ticklish spot and he starts uncontrollably laughing and I mock him a bit and it’s kinda cute. We start kissing again and he turns into a coworker of mine named Joe. He is still Cole though, he just looks like Joe. I work my way down his body and he has his leg over my shoulder and ya know…..we’re doin’ stuff. We’re still fully clothed. Long story short I kissed him about everywhere. After I woke up I really felt conflicted not because Cole turned into Joe, that kind of thing happens all the time in my dreams and I find Joe very attractive. I felt weird because of what Cole and I did in the dream and that is when I realized I do have somewhat complicated feelings for Cole, and I really do want to ask him out, and eventually do all that stuff with him I just don’t know how to ask him(or any guy for that matter) out because i’ve never done it. But I am going to nut up and ask him hopefully before next wednseday. Wish me luck. Don’t.
In the days leading up to the introduction of me GMing(today), I was racked with nerves and fraught with fear as I drew closer to the day of what I believed to be my epic failure as a GM. Well I am here to say it went well, it actually went very well. I was afraid I would only have three characters to work with, and with the story that i had come up with that wouldn’t do. I honestly thought that I would have to play a bunch of npc’s that acted as allies and companions along the player character’s journey. The addition of two people really made a difference. You wouldn’t think it would, but numbers are everything in an rpg, it’s all about stats and dice rolls. One person could make (or break) your group. So needless to say it went a little better than I was hoping X). I can’t wait until next week to unveil more of the story. This is going to be so fun. I have a house that trapped two human characters inside, a hunter that has made allies with a Wereraven, a Demon trapped and chained to a wall, and much more to come.