Ⓤsername: Tricksters
Ⓚia name: Pentatonix
Ⓖender: Male
Ⓗobby:
It may seem odd, but I'm sure a few of
you have done it before, once in your life
time. Pentatonix loves to go out in
the roads during the night when it rains.
He pulls his car to the side of the road
and sits down with an umbrella stand
overhead so he doesn't get himself
wet while he works.
He likes to look at the refraction's of light
the headlights make on the road. It makes
it look like a platform, with support beams
heading into oblivion. He quickly jots some
sketches down of these platforms, and quickly heads
back to his car were he sits with the
music on softly. He glances subtly at the road every now
and then as he finishes his sketches,
transforming the simple images of refracting
light to jaw-dropping pictures of future like roads with hover
cars or even sci-fy looking
alien species walking, biking,
or skating on or beside the road.
He keeps all of these
drawings in what he calls, the imagination
paradise journal. To put it simply, he takes
his childhood imaginations, from
light refracting off of rainy roads,
to clouds that shape into a dragon or knight, and
takes his everyday life to go
sketch a picture of the scene.
Once he has the sketch, he will transform it to
look just as it would in a child's
imagination, grand, bold and full.
Those roads that were once rainy and
simply refracting lights, are now dangerous
roads that could crumble at any moment
above the tips of oblivion, with lighted support
beams to guide light into
your eyes just enough to tell you, once you fall there's
no turning back.
Or those storm clouds you once saw as
threats as a child, are now mighty knights
made from swirling air who clash their
swords and shields.
Word count: 308
Ⓚia name: Pentatonix
Ⓖender: Male
Ⓗobby:
It may seem odd, but I'm sure a few of
you have done it before, once in your life
time. Pentatonix loves to go out in
the roads during the night when it rains.
He pulls his car to the side of the road
and sits down with an umbrella stand
overhead so he doesn't get himself
wet while he works.
He likes to look at the refraction's of light
the headlights make on the road. It makes
it look like a platform, with support beams
heading into oblivion. He quickly jots some
sketches down of these platforms, and quickly heads
back to his car were he sits with the
music on softly. He glances subtly at the road every now
and then as he finishes his sketches,
transforming the simple images of refracting
light to jaw-dropping pictures of future like roads with hover
cars or even sci-fy looking
alien species walking, biking,
or skating on or beside the road.
He keeps all of these
drawings in what he calls, the imagination
paradise journal. To put it simply, he takes
his childhood imaginations, from
light refracting off of rainy roads,
to clouds that shape into a dragon or knight, and
takes his everyday life to go
sketch a picture of the scene.
Once he has the sketch, he will transform it to
look just as it would in a child's
imagination, grand, bold and full.
Those roads that were once rainy and
simply refracting lights, are now dangerous
roads that could crumble at any moment
above the tips of oblivion, with lighted support
beams to guide light into
your eyes just enough to tell you, once you fall there's
no turning back.
Or those storm clouds you once saw as
threats as a child, are now mighty knights
made from swirling air who clash their
swords and shields.
Word count: 308
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