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Gasp! 'Lo, behold 'tis more pictures of Jason!





Hm...just realized, I should probably mention this...I don't know this guy, I didn't take the picture it's not mine, etc, etc. They're pictures I got off of Subculture Array

Oops, they're a bit large but hey. It's Ola, my newest character. He's such a pretty little thing. The top one is how I most envision him 3nodding
Oh, and I didn't draw these. I have no artistic talent at all. Ask LoZenge.

"Interesting"

...BlackPepper, it is taking every bit of self-control in my body to NOT steal your sig and send it to my rabid-jack-fangirl freinds.

Please say I can?

Hmm, I'm in the mood for looking for piccys xd

Oooh. Look and be amazed, at my fic. With my character Gargoyle. Who...I don't play here. Yeah. But anyway! The fic. Read, enjoy, and critique the hell out of it if ya want. Yeah. Woot.
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Massive stone gargoyles flanked the church steeples, looking down at the city, watchful over it. He knows they consider the motionless figures protectors, but a moving one becomes a monster, a demon in their eyes. And why, he cannot figure out. He stood, rising from his perch, massive wings spread, and swooped down, towards the park, where young ones play and old ones watch. He watched, hidden in the shadows. Why do they think him so different from them? He is no different, not really. He was human. Despite appearance, despite the wings, the claws, the stone-like flesh, he was human. And he can be nothing else.
A small gasp, a small child, clutching a ball to his chest, staring up at him, wide eyed and awed. “You a monster mister?” The innocent naivety of the young one was refreshing, a change from the fear normally begotten at being seen.
His head shook slowly from side to side and he gave a gentle smile to the child. “I am no more a monster than you, small one,” he said softly his voice low, and rumbling. He knelt, looking the child in the eye. “Young one,” he spoke his tone now serious, for what he had to say could not and should not be taken lightly. “Young one. You must never judge others based on what another may say, or what they seem. Decide for yourself who one is and then pass your own judgment. If you must hate someone, hate them for who they are, and not what they are. Do you understand?”
The child nodded solemnly. “I understand mister,” he said seriously, “but mister, how can I make a judgment of you? I don’t know who you are.” The young child pointed out the fact with such childish innocence, that he had to smile.
“I apologize, young one. I am Alexander, but you may call me Gargoyle,” he said, his eyes twinkling with kindness and laughter.
The child smiled holding out a hand. “I’m Jack, I’m 7,” he said smiling proudly.
Gargoyle took Jack’s small hand into his large one and shook it. “It is a pleasure to meet you, young Jack.”
Jack smiled, and then turned, his mother’s voice floating across the park. “I have to go now Gargoyle,” he said, and turned, running off, pausing for a second, and turning back to Gargoyle to wave. “Bye-bye mister Gargoyle!”
“Goodbye young Jack,” He whispered, watching the boy run off. Perhaps, his words would stay with the child, and Jack would not be hateful to those who were different. But he was young and impressionable; another might change that. But maybe his words would stay. “Hate them for who they are, and not what they are.” The words fell from his mouth, a soft whisper, and he turned, back towards the church, to sit silent amongst the statues, watching the city, silent as the gargoyles that flanked the church steeples.

Apologies for posting this, but LoZenge made me.
We were discussing the RP on MSN earlier, and started talking about Louis and Ola. LoZenge said Louis hated love (for the moment anyway ninja ) and I asked if it was because he lost a puppy when he was younger. Then...I had to draw the comic of it. So...apologies for the cackness.


I love the last panel xd