Rusty's OC/Misc. Art and Fiction!

ElfenMagix wrote:
I cant say its an improvement, but it is different!

rusty-spring wrote:

ElfenMagix wrote:
I cant say its an improvement, but it is different!

I know what you mean. I may very well go back to how I had been doing eyes before, just wanted to try something different.

ElfenMagix wrote:Thanks!

Wileama wrote:color is cool. I like what you did. Art with a mouse is tricky at best. Is this your first color piece? If so I'm quite impressed. Especially with the effects you did for the eye. Is that a type of filter, or just a series of lines?

Buried In Sand Pt. 2

Clayland sprinted to keep up with his partner, who covered the distance between themselves and their quarry like a gazelle.

Turning onto the small side street he saw Laine's HK rifle tossed onto the ground not far from the dead body of one of Al-Nassar's guards. The footsteps in the dirt told him that the battle had moved between into the alleyways.

*Crack* *Crack* *Crack*

The stacatto firing from Laine's pistol led him until he stood in front of a large building.. Pulling out his pistol, Clayland ventured inside cautiously. In greeting was a scene from a slasher movie. Blood painted the walls in sharp lines and messy splotches.

Two lifeless bodies of Al-Nassar's entourage lay frozen in a conjoined pool of blood. One man was disemboweled with his intestines spilt onto the floor while the other had a gaping stab wound in his left temple. More gunshots from further within sent Clayland in motion once again. As the firing weapons grew louder he heard yelling in confused, frantic Arabic. Spent casings from Laine's 9mm trailed like breadcrumbs.

“Not going to miss you this time.”

Clayland finally heard Laine's voice muffle through a nearby wall which was followed by a loud crunching noise. Entering the room the he was forced to step over two more bodies and finally approached the blonde haired assassin, whose back was turned.

“Laine?”

She didn't move as Clayland inspected the scene. There was no life in the room besides himself and his partner. Laine had dispatched the last two guards as grusomely as the first pair. The nearest was pinned to the wall with his AK's barrel shoved through his throat. Fractures snaked out from the point of impact. The last lay dead at his feet with his neck bent at a 90 degree angle and two stab wounds in the chest.

Finally Al-Nassar himself sat crumped on the ground. Clayand saw what had caused his demise while he side-stepped past the cyborg cautiously. Laine was gripping her pistol by the barrel, slide locked back - empty of ammunition, and it's grip covered in blood and brain matter. The blow had caved in his head like a overripe melon. Despite being uninjured (as far as he could tell), Clayland noted that his partner looked the worst by far.



Blood was splattered copiously over her arms and clothing and it had even managed to work its way into her hair. Standing perfectly still, Laine didn't seemed in the least concerned by any of the crimson fluid.

“Hey, you all right?” She didn't respond.

Clayland took a small step forwards and attempted to retrieve the weapons from her hands. His attempt was unsuccessful as she maintained an iron grip on both.

“Give me the gun and the knife.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and felt his fingers slip in the blood. Laine's head lifted and she focused on him, then looked around.

“Again?” She dropped the weapons to the ground.

“Look at yourself. What do you think?.” Laine's savage blood-lust had been exhibiting itself more and more over the past few months, and there was little-to-no reason why.

“Can we get out of here? I'm melting and I need a shower.” She took her left hand and brushed some hair out of face, and in its place left a bloody handprint on her forehead. Unfortunately I've seen surprisingly few Best Westerns around these parts.”

Clayland hated when she did that. Like a coin she would flip back to her moody, smart-assed self after killing in a manner that would make horror movies proud.

He forced a quiet nagging voice back into the corner of his mind and motioned with his arm.

“Yeah...let's get out of here.”

Sakura wrote:Wow, another nice picture. You're great with the details and background.

emperor wrote:This time,I think she's fat

Aw that's a harsh thing to say to a girl, lol. Good thing she can't reach through a computer screen. I'd say curvy, but I suppose you're right. She's not a pole.

emperor wrote:This time,I think she's fat

Tommygunner70 wrote:I believe you should get an account at Deviantart.com

Perhaps I'm just blowing things out of proportion and I might use DA someday but for now I'm happy with what I'm doing, which is posting my art in my blog and for you guys (this community really kickstarted my art) here to see.

Nachtsider wrote:The thing is, DA protects your rights as creator of the artwork. If people go around stealing your art and claiming that it's theirs, you can thus take proper action against them.

rusty-spring wrote:

Sakura wrote:Wow, another nice picture. You're great with the details and background.

Lol, please don't praise me on the background. It's just a stock beach photo. All I did was add some gaussian blur to move Laine into the foreground. I am proud of coloring in the hearts on the font I used though. (For some reason the smallest insignificant detail wows me the most.)

Aw that's a harsh thing to say to a girl, lol. Good thing she can't reach through a computer screen. I'd say curvy, but I suppose you're right. She's not a pole.

Chivalry 2.0

“You mean here?”

The quiet afternoon stroll Clayland was taking was interrupted by voices beyond the next corner.

“Why not?” He cocked his head as he approached the conversation, curious as to it's subject.

“I don't think...” The female's voice was cut off abruptly, and the sound of rustling fabric took it's place. After a few more steps Clayland was able to finally bring the situation into view. Before him stood the second generation Fratello, Sandro and Petrushka. He had her locked into a deep kiss and his hands were roving beneath her skirt. Petra's eyes met Clayland's and she turned a deeper shade of red and tried to push her handler away. “Wait...Sandro...Not now - ”

“Hush...” Sandro leaned in once more as he ignored her feeble resistance. Suddenly he felt his arm being pulled back a firm grip.

“I think that was a 'no' but I could be mistaken.” The stylishly dressed man shook off his hand and fixed his coat's wrinkles.

“Clayland! Sorry didn't see you there.” He smiled and wiped the corner of his mouth.

“I noticed.” Clayland said as he looked disapprovingly at him.

“You can go Petra, I'll catch up with you later.” She fixed her skirt and gave a small, weak smile at Clayland then quietly slipped away from the embarrassing situation. Sandro returned to his conversation after she was out of sight. “She's gorgeous isn't she? But you already know this. After all you've got Laine.” He winked to emphasize his point.

“What's that got to do with it?”

Sandro blinked a few times, then laughed.

“Oh, you almost got me there Clayland! We're in the same boat. Just can't let opportunities pass when you've got such a beautiful girl with you all the time, no? Really makes you want have a taste right?”

Clayland remained silent, hoping he could simply ignore the path their chat was going.

“If I was you I'd be taking every chance I got.”

*THUD*

The force of Sandro's body being shoved into the wall send small vibrations that rattled a nearby table. Clayland had his hands wrapped into the collar of Sandro's coat as he spoke

“Maybe Petra lets you talk like that, but around me keep it in your pants.” At first Sandro's mouth was half-open in surprise, but it soon changed into a sneer.

“Heh. Just what I thought. You're a hypocrite.”

“Excuse me?” Clayland tighten his grip on the coat.

“Don't give me that act. You and I both know how Laine acts around here. She's basically as close to the definition of a cocktease you can get. Tempting the men, goofying around with Petra all the time. How's that any more acceptable than what I do?”

“...” For a minute Sandro's words sunk in deep and Clayland couldn't formulate a response. He let go of Sandro's coat and took a step back. The released man took the opportunity and continued pressing the issue.

“Ah..haha...I see. Just can't put blame on her can you? Well I understand that. She's a pretty choice piece of - ”

*BAM*

“If I fucking hear you say that again, I promise I'll make it my mission to have you crawling around looking for your balls after I've cut them off.” Clayland spat, his expression dark as the last traces of gun powder smoked from the barrel of his gun. The round had impacted the wall high and right of Sandro's head, but just close enough to rain bits of drywall down onto the shoulder of his jacket.

“Only proves my point 'Clay.'” Sandro stood there perfectly calm. Footsteps could be heard clomping down the hallway as the two stared at each other. Jean was the first to appear, followed closely behind by Petra. The redhead upon seeing Clayland's gun instinctively reached towards her own, but was restrained by a look from Jean.

“What in the hell is going on here?” He looked at Sandro, then at Clayland. “Why is your gun drawn?” The British handler looked at Jean, then at his gun. Sandro responded first.

“Sorry Jean. I was just interested in Clayland's sidearm. I asked to see it but I guess I'm just clumsy. I dropped it and it went off.” Jean raised an eyebrow at the story.

“Is that right?”

Sandro smiled and shrugged which made Jean sigh angrily and shake his head. Petra appeared to accept the explanation, and her tension visbly faded away.

“Clayland, you better get your sidearm inspected by the armorer. Sandro, I suggest you rein in those 'butter fingers.'” The eldest Croce brother began to walk away before he turned to speak for a final time. “By the way, you're both going to be paying for the repair work.”

Sandro brushed off the white powder from his shoulder and then dusted his hands off. He took one last amused look at the bullet hole.

“Let's go Petra.” As he walked away, Clayland holstered his weapon and rubbed his temples. By the time he looked back up he saw Laine standing down at the other end of the hallway and it was clear that she had seen the whole situation go down. She walked up to him, looked at the wall, then back.

“Nice shootin' Tex. That there wall won't be gettin' away.”

Her joke didn't break the frown creasing his face.

“How stupid was that?” Clayland asked no one in particular while looking at up at the ceiling.

“Nah, it was kinda sweet in an impulsive, profanity-laced way.” This time she managed to extort a bitter laugh from her partner.

“Exactly what I was going for.”

Laine grinned at his response.

“And to think, women ask where all the gentlemen have gone. I think I'm finally starting to like ya Clay.” She patted him on the shoulder and walked away leisurely, hands in her pockets.

And just like that, the quiet afternoon returned.

She's got that "You amuse me" look on her face,

Oh and just for emperor, I narrowed down her hips a little. Skinny enough for you?

"What You Got" is copyright by Colby O'Donis, Konvict Muzik and Interscope Records.

Girls Night Out - Instance 1

“Petra, hurry up!”

“A-alright! I think I'm ready.”

The door opened and out stepped the Russian cyborg. She was wearing a black layered skirt and a cream colored sleeveless blouse. Her feet were propped up in a low pair of open toed heels.

“You look gorgeous Petra!” Priscilla gushed as she turned the corner in order to pick the two girls up. She ran over to her. “You even did your hair.” Indeed, the redhead's hair was done up in a teased style.

“On my insistence.” Laine added, thinking that Petra's lackluster hairstyle didn't do her any justice.

“And you look very nice too Laine.” The cheery woman approved. The British girl was dressed in an orange halter-top club dress and a pair of strappy white heels. Naturally Priscilla was proud of how they were dressed, she did pick the outfits herself afterall. She jumped inbetween the two cyborgs and wrapped her arms around them.

“I haven't gone to a club in so long!” Priscilla smiled widely and stretched her arms out in excitement. They were heading to the downtown nightclub Di Facino. It took a bit of convincing, but they finally received permission for their first Girl's Night Out since their arrival. “This is going to be great!”

*****

“Not that great.” Laine said in a bored voice. The thumping European techno music was lacking the atmosphere she was hoping for.

“It's not too bad.” Petra said turning towards her, her feet and hands tapping along with the music. Priscilla apparently agreed.

The member of SWA's support staff was having the time of her life on the dance floor. Laine knew all of the moves as she counted them off in her mind.

The shopping cart. The sprinkler. The chicken wing. The robot?

“Oh god...” Laine groaned as she covered her eyes, trying to save her brain from the visual torture. All around Priscilla was an empty ring of space, but not from awed spectators, but rather from fear. Pris grinned broadly and went into her second rendition of the Macarena. “I can't take it anymore.”

“Where are you going Laine?” Petra yelled out after her as Laine slid off of her barstool and over towards the DJ's booth.

Laine sashayed up to the club's DJ and whispered in his ear. The DJ shook his head and shrugged, indicating that he didn't have the song. She sighed and pulled her iPod out of her dress, then hooked it up to the mixer by USB cable. After selecting the music she wanted she winked at the DJ and quickly flitted back down to the dance floor while dragging Priscilla off of it.

[What You Got – Colby O'Donis feat. Akon] (Click on link and let song play through the rest of the story)

Within seconds, the club was filled with a dance beat and the strobe lights began a programed show to match. After sitting Priscilla down to have her second Long Island Ice Tea, Laine grabbed Petra's hand and pulled her into the center of the lit floor. The blocked surface began lighting up with white pulses. Tepidly, everyone else in the club slowly began to absorb the rhythm of the unfamiliar song and began moving in accordance.

The blonde cyborg's dance started slow and rhythmically while she held Petra's arms in her hands, trying to lead her into the same movements. Petra began blushing as she stood there awkwardly, merely being pulled along like a marionette.

“I peeped you on the phone
Just showin' off ya stones
And notice that that pinky ring is bright enough baby“

Laine frowned a little and quickly jerked her closer.

“C'mon, loosen up. I'm trying to make us the center of attention.” She smirked and put space between them again. Leading her movements again, Petra slowly began to move in sync with what her friend was doing. “Thata girl!” Laine approved. As the song began to move into it's hook, Laine felt satisfied enough to let go of Petra's arms and let her move on her own.

“And I like the way you take advantage of
Every man you love
I see, and I know your game girl
But I don't mind if ya come and play ya thug
Just don't talk too much
I see, you're so cute you don't have to say a word...“

The house lights illumated the dance floor bit by bit as they swirled and spun. For brief moments faces and various outfits were lit up. By now the entire club had warmed up to the American song and were dancing with enthusiasm. After a brief moment of hesitation from her now solo state, Petra's embarassment lessed as she began to instinctively pick up on the syncopated beats. Finally she and Laine were finding harmony in their dancing, complimenting each other.

“Always talkin' bout what you got
Always talkin' bout what you got
Always talkin' bout what you got
Girl you know that you need to stop”

Soon the song entered it's second verse and Petra moved up closer to Laine until only inches separated them.

“Girl I can tell you want something to love
That's why you hold on to everything that pass you by
Can't resist girl and I can't lie
Now tell if you are here for me
Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
The way you move got me hypnotized”

Both surprised and amused by Petra's sudden confidence, Laine playfully stuck her tongue out from between her grinning teeth. She turned around, pressed back against her and wrapped the redhead's hands around her stomach.

Just as Laine had wanted, more and more glances were being tossed their way as they moved against each other, the song's bass beat flowing through their bodies. As the second chorus came around, their positions changed smoothly, with Petra now turning to lean back into Laine.

“Yeah those guys wanna come treat ya right
Cause you're sweeter than apple pie
Everything that you want you got
Girl you know that you need to stop
Most beautiful thing in sight
Always takin' on the spotlight
Always in the club lookin hot
Girl you know that you need to stop”

Petra's eyes were closed as she swayed her body, head leaned back. She felt a sudden pressure on her chest and noticed that a man in front of her was dancing up against her. As she froze up, Laine realized that Petra had stopped dancing and leaned her head sideways to look over Petra's shoulder. The sub-zero glare that Laine shot from her eyes was enough to make the man decide to look for another dance partner. He once again melted into the crowd, left to watch in frustrated disappointment with every other man in the room.

Laine grinned inwardly as she prodded Petra to resume dancing. Men were so easy to ruffle. The two resumed dancing against each other. A light sheen of perspiration covered them as the heat of the club's lights and from their dancing took its toll.

They continued to dance through the entire song, switching who was leaning into who or face-to-face. As the final chorus faded out, ending the song, the two peeled their bodies away from each other and laughed. The music changed back into the usual European techno affair as Priscilla bounced down drunkly from the DJ booth. She handed Laine her iPod and stared at them for a minute.

Finally Priscilla spoke.

“That was fucking HOT!”

Petra's eyes went wide and Laine nonchalantly slipped her iPod into the front of her dress. Priscilla continued.

“I mean it. If I was a little more drunk I'd totally be all over you two like a hobo on a ham! I'm totally putting this on the internet!” She said waving her camera phone.

With that, Priscilla jumped back onto the dance floor to once again display her dancing prowess.

rusty-spring wrote:NOTE: Laine's not a lesbian. Just a massive, massive uber tease.

rusty-spring wrote:

rusty-spring wrote:
*Gets ticket stamped to the Second Circle of Hell in Dante's Divine Comedy*