Post by Tikoaztite on Jan 17, 2016 19:44:43 GMT -6
Preferred muse age range is 15-20, and of any gender.
Setting: Georgia, United States, somewhere in the 2040s. A large mansion in by the sea- specifically, one of the rooms on the third floor. Light streams from a sliding glass door that leads to a wide balcony, with an amazing view of the Atlantic. The room itself is quite large, yet quite simply furnished, a greyscale theme to it. A queen-sized canopy bed, decorated with a herringbone-patterned comforter and sham set with white sheets and black pillowcases, sits to the northwestern corner, a black nightstand with some mysterious machine on it beside it.
A black writing desk with a black swivel-chair sits on the wall closest to the balcony, where many tools for drawing and writing rest. A rug with some intricate greyscale design on it covers a bit of the floor in the center. A laptop rests on the bed, and a large TV is mounted on the wall, the latest gaming consoles on the floor below it.
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A veiled man, rich genius and CEO of Fullerene Industries, has allowed your muse to meet one of his daughters, explaining how she had yet to have made any form of friendship- or relationship beyond her siblings and father, for that matter. He leads them up a few flights of stairs- telling them a little about the girl they were to be meeting, making sure to leave out a few important details that he believed were best if your muse found them out on their own.
Soon, your muse comes to a door, and Father walks back down the stairs, disappearing into the lower floors. Slowly, you open a door to find a teenaged girl seated at a writing desk, contently drawing away. Her dark, pencil-shade grey hair (with about six inches of it dyed platinum blond) went to at least her knees if she were to stand up, and was tied into a low ponytail. She wore a knee-length navy dress that seemed to be the only splash of color in the room. Silently, she kept on drawing, seemingly not noticing your muse.
What does your muse do?
tl;dr: graphite's way too busy drawing to give a crap about your muse, now find a way to get her to notice them
Setting: Georgia, United States, somewhere in the 2040s. A large mansion in by the sea- specifically, one of the rooms on the third floor. Light streams from a sliding glass door that leads to a wide balcony, with an amazing view of the Atlantic. The room itself is quite large, yet quite simply furnished, a greyscale theme to it. A queen-sized canopy bed, decorated with a herringbone-patterned comforter and sham set with white sheets and black pillowcases, sits to the northwestern corner, a black nightstand with some mysterious machine on it beside it.
A black writing desk with a black swivel-chair sits on the wall closest to the balcony, where many tools for drawing and writing rest. A rug with some intricate greyscale design on it covers a bit of the floor in the center. A laptop rests on the bed, and a large TV is mounted on the wall, the latest gaming consoles on the floor below it.
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A veiled man, rich genius and CEO of Fullerene Industries, has allowed your muse to meet one of his daughters, explaining how she had yet to have made any form of friendship- or relationship beyond her siblings and father, for that matter. He leads them up a few flights of stairs- telling them a little about the girl they were to be meeting, making sure to leave out a few important details that he believed were best if your muse found them out on their own.
Soon, your muse comes to a door, and Father walks back down the stairs, disappearing into the lower floors. Slowly, you open a door to find a teenaged girl seated at a writing desk, contently drawing away. Her dark, pencil-shade grey hair (with about six inches of it dyed platinum blond) went to at least her knees if she were to stand up, and was tied into a low ponytail. She wore a knee-length navy dress that seemed to be the only splash of color in the room. Silently, she kept on drawing, seemingly not noticing your muse.
What does your muse do?
tl;dr: graphite's way too busy drawing to give a crap about your muse, now find a way to get her to notice them