Graphic Art

Voki

We will go through the steps on creating your very own voki character. First, you need to go to www.voki.com and click ‘create voki’. It will pop up a random character which you can change by clicking the theme of the character. Once you find the voki person you want, you can change its eyes, mouth, hair, facial hair (if guy), clothing, hats, eye wear, and jewelry. At the bottom left, there is a box where you can change hair, lip, eye, skin, and sometimes make up color. After you’ve finished customizing the voki, you can click the second row of tabs to give the person a voice by either recording on a phone or microphone, upload voice file, or typing words in a blank box and giving the voki an accent and tone. Last, you click the icon that says ‘background’ or ‘player’ (it doesn’t matter which one first), give it a unique background and change the frame/player’s color, and click publish. If you want to keep the voki, you can create your own account. Enjoy and have fun with your new voki.

Color Wheel

The color wheel has important functions and many famous artists are know because they used the color wheel. The importance of the color wheel is knowing which colors contrast or blend together. Also there is no limit to what color that can be made. These apply to creating your own painting as well as thinking outside the circle on what you want to paint. It is easy when you know what colors go with what.

The color wheel has been used by many artists. One of those artists was Pablo Picasso and his painting The Old Guitarist. The use of blues, darkening and lighting it, gives the picture a sense on dread and sadness. There were also some greens, oranges, and yellows to make the guitar, if you darken some of the colors a little. This must have been a time when Picasso was under the weather when he painted it and it reflects that emotion.

Tagxedo

Here is where it is mentioned on the Tagxedo that was created. The original picture was lost so a different one was used; plus the words that describe the Tagxedo person reference to books and maybe movies. The pose gives off a sort of vibe that also describe a bit of the person. And the shaping of the words indicate the way the person’s hair was styled and the way their body was positioned. Over all, the way the picture turned out was better than thought of.

The Tagxedo is like the David Hackney picture. It is me looking to the left of the camera. The words that describe me come from some books/movies that I know. Like the words kind, smart, selfless, brave, and truthful hint at the divergent books and the factions. The pose also gives the feeling of independence, stubbornness, and sassiness. The way the words shape near the bottom indicate that hair is in front of the body and goes off the picture. There was a slight mishap with the original picture and they got deleted before they could be used.

The Tagxedo that was created was different than what would have been thought of. The words referenced to other sources that fans would know about. Next, the way the words are placed shows the way the person stood, hair position, and where they were looking at. Even though it didn’t come out as planned, it still is what would be called a work of art.

Ring Around the Rosie

It was a cold dark night. Two teens were driving home one night; their seven year old sister playing with her stuffed dragon toy in the back seat. All was well, until their car broke down in the middle of an abandoned street. The teen boy, Bob, poked his twin, Samantha, on the cheek.

“What”, she spat irately, giving her infamous pose.

“The car broke down-“, he tried to finish but that brat of a teen jumped out of the car to check on it.

“My baby!” she cried. It had a flat and looks as if it was destroyed in a tornado.

“-and we’ll have to stay at that abandoned school”, he finished with a sigh.

The innocent little girl, Rosie, quivered in fear, “Th-That building l-looks like the building Posey jumped from, and haunted other people, in the story mum t-told about.” Lightning cracks as Samantha drags Rosey out of the car, giving the same pose; leaning mostly on one leg, opposite knee popped out, elbow propped on other arm and propped arm pointing up, and a quizzically annoyed face.

“You really believe in those things. You’re more of a baby than I realized”, she scoffed.

They make shelter for the night, and in the morning when Samantha went to fix her baby, she found out the car was missing. So they had to wait for people to come and rescue them. So they waited another day, but that day turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, and every night the teens tormented poor Rosey, who was frightened as she was.

She started to hear voices and at first she thought she was going crazy, but she found a boy who said his name was Tim. She knew from the way he talked, that he was the boy who was killed because bullies made a mess of the very school and Tim got impaled with a broken broom. Rosey knew that her sibling wouldn’t believe her, and she wouldn’t let Tim kill them, so they just talked to keep each other company.

A year goes by and no one came. Rosey was talking with Tim, who was polishing desks because he was OCD. He was invisible to those who don’t believe; he only shows himself to his victims, believers, and friends in which the last two he won’t kill. Rosey started to feel more at home and lost her dragon toy earlier on; but she out grew a long time ago when she became less frightened of ghosts, except Posey, whom she is terrified of.

“Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posy. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!” yelled the twins as they jumped from out of hiding, scaring Rosey out of her wits shaking with fear. Tim looked at them with a murderous glint in his eyes. Bob and Samantha laughed at the look of Rosey’s ghostly complexion; her sanity was brittle enough, but now it was snapped in two.

“Enough!” shriek the girl freezing both twins in place with horror plastered like glue on their face. The light of sanity losing its reins in her eyes and the insane dead murderer look took hold. She took light, medium steps onto the window sill, opened dangerously wide.

Tim smiled at the new girl Rosey was becoming; a proud smile glued on his face where a murderous smile would be.

“Are you crazy?” Samantha shrieked. Despite her efforts, the girl just laughed something worth to be locked up in an asylum for eternity. Bob stayed where he was, too terrified to move, but Samantha just stood in her infamous pose and a smirk on her face this time.

“If you think that you can commit suicide and come back to haunt us for the rest of our life then good luck. Ghosts aren’t real so you can stop all of that now”, but even she quavered at Rosey’s cackle that had escaped once more.

“Y-You never believed”, the girl laughed maniacally, leaning slightly towards the opening.

Bob, who had been frozen like ice, now jerked toward Rosey screaming, “S-stop! Quite scaring us!” He just managed to say that before his voice cracked because Rosey stop laughing, and tensed, her face hardened; expressionless. Her thigh length, brown hair ripped like the main of a free horse.

“You don’t know what scared is”, she said it so dangerously calm, it could have scared even the toughest person “you tormented me, scar me, and drove me insane. All for what? Because I believed in ghosts? Because you hated me? I could have let Tim kill you already if I wanted to.” Just like that, Time became visible to the twins and they had to hold each other’s mouths close because they didn’t trust their own voice. “Tim, I will be there to take you away from this place. I, AM, POSEY!!!!!!!”, and with a final look to all three, she held her hands open as Tim pushed her off the sill and into the Rose bush below. Both the twin ran from the floor, but not before they saw Posey, standing in the same pose as Samantha uses, with blood on the walls reading, Ring around the Rosey, a pocket full of Posey. Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down.

Police soon arrived at the scene and questions came up on how they didn’t notice the school before. They recovered the body of the twin who looked like they went mad as a caged animal. No one knows what happened that day to those two, and it will always be a mystery. All there was for evidence was a bloody rose filled with thorns.

But I know what happened, I was there when it all first began. Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posy. Ashes, ashes. We all, fall, DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Graffiti wall

Graffiti is a drawing, painting, or sketch on a flat surface. Some of the reason people do graffiti is that they are bored. Some people like the adrenaline rushing through them as they run away from the cops after doing it illegally. Some people even are popular as a graffitist. Graffiti might be art on a wall but people do it for bad intensions.

First, I went to http://postergen.com/graffiti-creator. Next I typed a word in the box that says ‘your name’ and bring that word to the right, left, center; top, bottom, middle; full width text; extra line spacing; landscape, and portrait. After that, I scrolled bellow the picture and chose the font, text color, stroke (outline) color, shadow color, outline color, and background. Last, click ‘generate’ and the word and the color, font, and background shows up in the picture up top. Have fun and experiment with the graffiti.

I chose the words that describe me for many reasons. Some of the words come from something but is means to describe me. Gryffindor, in the Harry Potter series, means that I make brave but risky moves that can go either way. Divergent means I have more than one personality like candor (truth), Erudite (smart), Abnegation (selfless), Dauntless (brave), and Amity (kind). Ninja comes from two things; the word means that I’m quiet, and the coloring comes from my two favorite ninjas; Lloyd Garmadon (Lego ninjago masters of spinjitsu), and Shun Kazami (Bakugan). I also stick by my friends (loyal), my favorite time is midnight (night owl), I can make a good horror story and love Hollows Eve (Dark), I love playing games all day (gamer), I can come up with amazing drawings and create a story for them (creative), and I love to read (reader). That is why I chose those words to describe me.

Acrimboldo

Acrimboldo doesn’t always paint faces; but when he does, he paints animals, fruits, or flowers in them. Acrimboldo didn’t do the paintings so he could paint a face a new way; he wanted to detail the items in the face with he wanted to depict the flora and fauna. He just so happened, when painting some fruit, to paint a face. That’s one small step for art, one giant leap for artists.

I was always in love with things that were polar opposites and had a thing for yin and yang. That is what I chose to do for my face. Some of the opposites are sun and moon, food and electronics, dog and cat, etc. Some can also be known as indirect like the black and white dot standing for the two parts of yin and yang. I had fun with doing this and I say that you should too.

President Instagram- John Quincy Adams

I was born on July 11, 1767, in the village of Quincy, Massachusetts. My early years were spent living alternately in Braintree and Boston, and my father, and mother taught me mathematics, languages, and the classics. I witnessed the Battle of Bunker Hill with my mother from the top of one of the Braintree hills and regularly saw soldiers passing through my hometown. One day, Francis Dana, the newly appointed U.S. emissary to St. Petersburg, asked that I accompany him as translator and personal secretary (I was fourteen at the time so it was a great honor). When I returned to America in 1785, I enrolled in Harvard College as an advanced student, completing my studies in two years. After college, I studied law and passed the Massachusetts bar exam in the summer of 1790. In 1794, my law career was beginning to make headway. That was when President George Washington appointed me minister to the Netherlands.

It was the year 1824. Presidential election, Andrew Jackson had the most electoral votes. But He did not have the majority of votes. Therefore, the vote was decided in the House of Representatives and I was elected President on that fateful day. That is a day I will never forget.

Henry Clay's support did much to get me elected by the House of Representatives. Later when I appointed Clay as secretary of state, my foes accused me of making a "corrupt bargain." The hostility of Jackson and Crawford supporters in Congress prevented me from executing my nationalist program. In 1828, I signed the Tariff of Abominations, which alienated the South. I lost the presidential election to Andrew Jackson in 1828.

School spirit t-shirt design

Have you ever had a time when you love something but then when you’re older, you don’t feel the same? That is with middle scholar and school spirit. Those in elementary school will jump for joy but then when they are in middle school, they don’t care. The reason why is because they are too stressed about homework, and all the things that made them a kid was taken away, like activities and outside fun. Even though the outside activities are accomplished by P.E., they are still being graded on that as well, and they also have to do physical activity. School is, in teens’ position, is boring; especially because all they have to do, in teachers’ perspective, is to learn. They need times where they can be crazy and laugh.

I know that there is summer and all for teens to take a load off, but when they go back to school, they dread it. If you show them that school can be fun instead of those stereotypically boring ones, then they would appreciate it better. School spirit manly goes to the kids in elementary school because they have all the easy stuff, they have all the time in the world. But when it comes to middle school, all they can think about is time. They look for the quickest way to class, to finish homework, and when to run out so they can go home.

Also, teachers have an effect on them. If a teacher is mean, a student’s day will get darker. If the day is boring, then the student will be bored. If we have a school spirit day, and teachers are having fun, then the student will have fun. Monkey see, monkey do. Both side of the age line need to let loose and party. The spirit day will not only improve the teachers’ spirit, but it will also improve the students’ as well.

Zentangle art

This zentangle was made out of the calmness that I had while doing it. The swiftness I could feel; the smell of wheat, sand and water; and last, the since that I wasn’t alone in my heart. The process became complex and not as well as I expected but it turned out all right in the end.

Well I started by marbling the paper which is taking shaving cream, dying different colors of the rainbow, Cut it different times then laid the page down and sliding the shaving cream off. Next, I made a tangle pattern in all four corners. Even if they were off centered a bit, the pattern still covered the corner. Each pattern I used was to square the picture to make a paradox tangle in the middle. The aftermath made me a little uneasy until I digitally edited an eye and wings and added a star overlay.

I can still see the intensity of the stars, the sharpness of the purple diamonds and hearts, and I can feel the wind that the wings could bestow upon me. I smell the wheat that could grow and the salty spray of ocean water. I can feel yarn as I would tangle it and design it into something that I call my own. I can see the wonders that my Zentangle beheld.

As I did my Zentangle, I felt calm. I felt at ease and that time stopped. I felt like I had all the time in the world. Time to rest, think, and not stress about the upcoming future. When I had to stop, all those feeling impale me like a knife through my heart. I was left in a daze and I couldn’t think. It was like someone meditating trying to clear the mind. Relaxing and calming all the same as exhilarating when I finished.

My zentangle wasn’t the best but the after math with the digital editing was outstanding. The sharp picture still burns in my mind with a scare that will not go away fast but will stay with me for a while, fading but never leaving. I can see the stars still twinkle and shine. The swift curves added softness to the strong texture. The sense of a cool breeze and a mix of cold colors. It was bad in the beginning but fix it up digitally and it blew my mind away; fading by always staying.

Day one

Dear diary,

Today, I found out who I really am! What I am to be exact. I found out that I am an elementalist! I was chosen because four people, one wearing green robes, one with blue robes, one with white robes, and one in red, comes walking in our class room saying that they will be here to see if some of us are elementalist.

“Ella Bridden”, one called. All eyes landed one me as I started fiddling with my light brown hair as I stood up. My crystal blue eyes darted around for pleasure and comfort but came forth.

When I was called up to the front of the room, an elderly woman, wearing black and white robs, comes walking up to me and examines me. She told me to stare her in the eyes and I thought ‘What could be so bad?’

It was bad. The shriveled raisin of a woman opened her eyes, which I thought were already open because of a little thing called face paint, and I was flabbergasted at the sight. I could see nothing but inky blackness as if her pupils took over both her eyes. She then told me to do all this weird and outrageous acts like ‘act like a chicken’ or ‘tell everyone that you’re stupid’ or ‘prank call your crush’.

I could feel the heat rushing to my ears as I told the woman, “I’m not doing anything you tell me. I have my secrets to keep and a dignity to secure. If I have to do all that to determine if I’m an elementalist then I don’t want to find out. I can be happy without powers with the likes of you. I don’t know why you didn’t do it with some of the others.” Calm but fierce, strong but gentle, truthful but kind all at the same time.

The woman smiled, “This one is the one.” Something didn’t seem right. Her smile wasn’t kind; it was malicious and hateful.

Ok, so long story short, I was confused. The few that were chosen were flown over to a secret temple. There was a party and I read over some dusty old books and contemplated the current situation to myself. I had asked if I can check out the scenery and started meditating in one particular spot. It was at the top of a gentle water fall where I would feel the moss with my bare feet. The wind would be always constant but the warmth of the sun shined down from all directions through the tree tops.

But it wasn’t any of that. Everything was burnt, charred, or dead. There was no water because it was dried like the Sahara desert. But still I meditated. I felt a connection there and I spent most of the day meditating.

Day two

Dear Diary,

I fell asleep outside. That is it. I fell asleep outside, hovering above the dry and crisp ground that has been raised and charred a bit but the ground was moist. I was confused as the elderly woman shuffled out and saw.

“I knew you would be out here. We elemental masters normally stay outside for the first day at the worst looking area and they unlock their powers by sleeping there and heal the land a bit. Well, time to destroy this again for training.”

My eyes widened. “Wait, what? You can’t destroy the nature here. The poor trees long to walk these grounds once more but they can’t because the ground is too hot for them to walk on and they are all dying more and more wanting to be reborn. This isn’t what I signed up for!” My voice started to grow louder and more angered. By the time I was done ranting, flames were at my feet and I had burned a diameter of ten feet.

I stared in horror. I made a burning crisp on the ground after I argued against burning the ground for the trees. I could feel sorrow, pain, and anger from the trees. I destroyed something when I should have been healing.

“You can’t escape destruction. All we can do is destroy. It is the way of the man. This is the truth we teach all students. Hopefully, you can pass down the knowledge to the next.” The elderly woman had no sympathy, no smile. “Embrace it. By eighteen days, on your eighteenth birthday, you will have committed to a destructive path.” A false smile embedded her lips. “Come inside and start your training.”

“I will be inside in a second”, I lied. Already I started to plan my escape. ‘I will be back for you forest. I will restore what has been cruelly taken from you.’

I was given my room and by night I was packing everything I would need. Clothes, a flashlight shaped like a torch, lots of batteries, plenty of food, a gold sword, crystal and gold dagger, medical kit, and a staff. I hid my stash in my closet and laid still until they called for lights out.

This still counts for the day. Light were turned off and I slipped out of bed in my black robes, grabbed my stash, and escaped through the entrance. No guards caught me. Those who did, I left a burning scorch were their bodies used to lay.

Day 3

Dear Diary,

I escaped over the walls last night and have reunited with the beauty of nature. I felt calm and happy, not angry and destructive like when I was inside the building. I talked to the trees for company so I didn’t go insane. Every once and a while, I would practice my powers but only use them to heal. A few times I did make mistakes but they understood.

I noticed rustling in the bushes and prepared to defend until a man with a short rust colored beard and hair, black robes exactly like mine, but he had a badge and inky black eyes. At first I was worried that he was one of them and prepared to dart but he pounced and grabbed me into a hug, as if I was a lost loved one that he thought had died.

“You escaped from them young one.” He sat me down and examined me closely. “It has already started. 17 days left. So much left to do and so little time to do it. Ella Bridden-”

“Whoa! What are you talking about? And how do you know my name?” I got up but in vein. He gently pushed me down but with enough force that I couldn’t escape.

He started explaining what was going one. He was chosen with all four elements as well and escaped because the sanctuary has become corrupt and not like they used to. He explained that by my eighteenth birthday, I will be strong with healing forces or destructive forces. He also explained how he was just a boy when that had happened and how the inky blackness is normal. He taught me more than what I tried to learn from the books.

It took a while but after I retained every bit of information that I could, we started training. I might leave it here because I have too much to learn.

Day 4

Dear Diary,

It has been about eighteen days. My eyes have grown pitch black and I was ready to choose the rest of my path and go back to that dreadful place. I could feel the hatred that vibrated from the sanctuary.

“Come back again I see?” The old woman walked out from the crowd that swarmed around us.

“Yes, I came back… to take back what you have kept. Freedom, healing, and living!”

I started first. My hands swayed this way and that; I rose hills in the earth, allowed water to flow at the waterfall sight. I burned the dead trees and sped up the growth process for new saplings, I even gathered a light breeze that shook everyone back to reality. The fool of a woman tried to destroy what I made but my powers were stronger than her and I would see her fading into nothingness. By the end I was the victor.

Years later

Dear Diary,

Every day I meditate at the top, and edge, of the water fall. I have been in that stasis for a long time and aged like a tree, forever young, wisdom growing. My sensei trains new students and I train those who has all abilities. I will forever remain there and protect the valley. No one ever ventured back to the outside world but we prefer it that way…

MLK

Most of the parents, grandparents, and kids have gone in disgust with the Common Core curriculum. More and more kids have started disliking school as the days to go by. Parents and grandparents speak up as well for the fact that their child is stressing out. There is, however, a way to stop Common Core curriculum in its tracks.

Kids are stressed with homework well enough but the questions just add on to the anxiety. Questions are worded to such a complexity, it might just take an adult to work it. Students also have been having a difficult time understanding what the questions want them to do. This has led a child to lag behind and stay in the same grade for more than one year. Some of the children’s’ parents started homeschooling them.

With the new curriculum, children can’t work their own way. They have been forced to use the methods the curriculum gives. Sometimes the way the curriculum works it out is longer than what the student could have used. This has gotten parents into a rage as their children don’t get the Common Core’s way of working out the problem. It even has the kindergarteners write out paragraphs by the time they reach first grade.

There are, however, solutions to stop all of this nonsense and allow kids a better future. First would be to make a petition and get signatures. If that doesn’t work then have all the kids in the school/schools to not take any of the tests. Last would be to have all the kids just not go to school until they take away the Common Core program.

Common Core isn’t so common on questions and school education. Parents and grandparents have gone through rages because their kids/grandkids are coming home with complex equations and problems that are at least four grades ahead. The curriculum also has complex equations that are longer than what they could. But there are solutions that can destroy Common Core once and for all. Don’t let this monstrosity carry on any longer.

KEEP CALM and CARRY ON

The poster of ‘keep calm and carry on, is known all around. It was made during World War II but was discarded. Later on after WWII, the poster was found and became inspiration to the younger people. The post, however, reminds some of the dark and terrible past.

‘Keep calm and carry on’ wouldn’t have been an inspiration if none of the posters survived. The posters were made by the Ministry of Information in 1939, along with two others, in hope to steady the nerves of the public and boosting morale in the eve of WWII. While two of the other posters, ‘Your courage/ Your cheerfulness/ Your Resolution/ will bring us victory’ and ‘Freedom is in peril/ Defend it with all your might’, made the cut; ‘Keep calm and carry on’ sadly did not. Only one poster survived and was retained. A few years later, the poster was found and was broadcasted to the world.

When the poster was released after WWII, it became popular all over the world. The phrase ‘keep calm and carry on’ can be found on objects like mugs to wearable items like sweaters. The phrase has also been changed for laughs like ‘Keep calm and eat cake’ and a bunch of others. The symbol and background was also changed to fit the topic. Not many people know of its past.

The posters dark past hold its meaning. Britain was at their darkest hour. The posters like ‘Keep calm’ were to advise people of the war and how many gave their all. Just knowing that the poster was created, but never saw the light of day, during the war made people remember. The poster isn’t just for laughs, it is a reminder.

‘Keep calm and carry on’ has circled around society as to inspire. It was created during the eve of WWII just to be regarded as junk. It was later found and became a hit after the war was over. Although many people have changed the poster for personal laughs, its dark past and meaning remind those of the greater good. It sparks a flame in all, no matter what.

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Deianeira- She has copper hair that goes down to the small of her back, grey-ish skin, 17 years of age. Her left eye is a deep brown and the other, orange for the iris and pupil with a bright orange star in the middle of the pupil. A forest green hoodie covers her long sleeve black shirt with black leggings and boots. Her millennium watch hanging around her neck by a thin gold rope. She can jump to rash decisions and can get cocky at times but she doesn't mess around when one of her friends get hurt and have a sort of innocence to her, but she can get severily moody.

Yami Dei- Looks like Dey but millennium eye in her left eye socket and hair is longer and wilder. She is calm and precise and scares people to do what she wants; she is the opposite of Dei.

Posy- She is an ageless ghost (Creepypasta). She has earthy brown hair that travels down to her butt; she wears a field green and long sleeve turtleneck, a rose red skirt that goes down to her knees, pollen yellow leggings, and darker yellow shoes with a puff ball at the toes. Her soulless, pure black eyes showed no sympathy. She has a slim figure, a body shape like an eight year old but a height like a fifteen year old. She is confident but only wants a friend; she can do harmful things when she gets bored but acts like a normal person for the most pert. She has love for scaring people because she doesn't want others to be confident enough to hit touchy subjects.

Jeff the Killer- He looks like a teenager but he is ageless (Creepypasta). semi charred black hair, white hoody, black dress pants, leathery white skin, charred off eyelids, black rimmed, unblinking eyes, and a wide, carved in smile. His personality consists of insane, sarcastic, love inflicting pain on other people, rude for the most part.

Sensei Shun Kazami- 20 years of age with jet black hair that goes five inches down his back with a big antenna at the top. A dark green T-shirt, tan pants, and black jacket adorn his tall, masculine body. His fierce topaz eyes could cut through diamond. He also has a tenor’s voice but smooth like butter and flows like a river. He is calm, rarely gets flustered or annoyed and even when he is annoyed; he maintains a cool voice (even though he voices his displeasure). He is a lone wolf and always focuses on the task at hand. However, his stamina does have its limits. He has good instincts as he is able to discern a person's actions by their personality.

Nurse Joy- I would say in her early 20's.A young woman with pink hair placed into two loops with a lighter pink dress, knee length, and an apron tied around her waist and neck. She also had on a nurse’s hat with the hospital sign, the red cross, on the front. She is kind, caring, and a motherly figure.

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(Miles around, there is nothing; nothing but a mansion of great lengths lined along with woods in the back yard. One hundred mile around with nothing else in sight. A blanket of grass and moss adding around of serenity.)

Deianeira: *Jumping from tree to tree; smirks to herself* [He will never catch me; I have advanced in this, it has become child’s play!]

Sensei Shun Kazami: *suddenly appears ten feet in front of Dei and throws three ninja stars at her. There is a thump on the ground and when he jumps down he sees that is was a log* What the- *Gets kicked in the back making him fall down. He turns around to find a dagger pointed at his throat.*

Dei: *steady breathing* Check mate, sensei Shun.

Shun: *Sighs and looks Dei in the eyes* Yes, I have lost haven’t I?

Dei: *Place dagger in sheath and holds out hand.*

Shun: *Takes it.*

Dei: *Pulls him up* I think that is enough for today yes?

Shun: Yes. You have surpassed me and many others, but you still have a lot to learn… *folds arms behind his back* …like how to control you temper.

Dei: *nods, feeling a little light headed as her vision start fading to black. When she comes to, she sees Shun knocked out cold on the ground with many deeps cuts all over his body; there are cuts in the ground saying ‘next will be something more dearly to you.’ She gasps* How could- [How could my yami have done this to me? Taking over me again and severely injuring Shun. She has been trying to destroy all of my happiness so that I can be morphed into her desired host but, I never thought she would do this. She will pay severely for what she has done to my sensei!] *tries taking watch off but the string tightens around her throat so that she can’t take it off. She lets go and the string loosens up. She tries taking it off again- this time faster- and it catches her at the throat, tightening it up that it chokes her slightly. She lets go and it falls limply on her chest. It starts to glow as light fills her vision instead of the ominous inky black moments before. She wakes up to an all too familiar place.*

(It is a vast place with white floors and space. To Dei’s right, the white starts fading to black where her yami sits there with her legs crossed, back strait, and hands on knees.)

Yami Dei: *muttering to self.*

Dei: *Leers at the figure and growls.* You. *runs quietly and tackles the figure to the ground and starts to punch at them.* (A white glow illuminates off of Dei while in the shadows) You! How could you?!

Yami Dei: *fights just as hard to get Dei off of her.* Get off me you bloody moron! I can’t think when you come inside your head to confront me!

Dei: *not listening* You could have killed him! You could have KILLED him!

Yami Dei: * flings Dei off and get up dust herself off* Killed who, might I ask?

Dei: *Taking ragged breaths* YOU COULD HAVE KILLED SENSEI SHUN, YAMI DEI!

Yami Dei: *Chuckles darkly and shrugs shoulders* I did no such thing. I was in here meditating, trying to see what you were doing, when I heard a voice whispering ‘She won’t listen to you when I’m done.’ Naturally, I tried to find out what ‘it’ meant so, when I could see through your eyes, I couldn’t see anything.

Dei: LIAR!!!!!!!!!!

Yami Dei: *glares at Dei and growls walking over to her slowly, painstakingly long.* You, insolent little girl of a host. I tell the truth! If you do not believe me, then get the millennium scale. You can do it without anyone noticing you nor waste any time with that millennium watch of yours!

Dei: *covers up ears* I won’t listen to your lies. I won’t let you poison me with you foul words! I know what you did!

Yami Dei: *Standing in front of Dei, towering over her a good eight inches taller, still glaring at Dei and a scowl never wavering. She forcefully yanks Dei’s hands away from her ears.*

Dei: *looks up at her yami’s face, whimpering, as tears threaten to fall from her elegant features.*

Yami Dei: Now, will you listen to me, or are we going to have to use, other, measures?

Dei: *mutters and looks down.* I’ll listen to you.

Yami Dei: *smirks in satisfaction.* That’s a good host. *Lets go of Dei’s hands and places her own on Dei’s shoulders.* I didn’t hurt Shun. All I’ve seen within the past three days were empty blackness from you or something else blocking me out. Now, I highly doubt you would do such a thing, and even if you did I would still be strong enough to break free and take control.

Dei: *Shakily* D-Did you, t-tigh-tighten th-the ro-ope a-around my n-neck wh-when I-I-I t-tried to t-take it o-off?

Yami Dei: Yes. That I did do because you were acting rash and I couldn’t let you do that to me. That is also why I brought you in here, into your mind.

Dei: *doesn't respond*

Yami Dei: *forcefully brings Dei’s eyes to meet hers.* Now, *fakes a kind smile* let’s see who really did this shall we?

Dei: *vision fades to black and wakes up to find everything as it is. She then starts looking for clues but still thinks that her yami did it.* [I will prove you guilty Yami Dei]

Yami Dei: *appears but faded, like a spirit but can’t be seen by anyone else. Starts walking over to Shun’s still knocked out body and kneels down inspecting him* Interesting. This looks like the work of your dagger?

Dei: *walks over next to her yami and kneels down as well inspecting.* Yes. *Looks down to the ground and inspects the incision* same thing here. There is a hint of blood on the dirt and the same depth. *gets up* [I need to find that dagger of mine.] *Finds it on a tree with a piece of paper pinned at the top.*

(The piece of paper is like a regular piece of paper except there is a circle with an X on top written on it)

Dei: *Leans head back* Oh, craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap! *Yanks dagger out and runs back to her yami without taking- nor looking back at- the piece of paper.*

Yami Dei: * Stands up and crosses her arms* did you find the bloody dagger?

Dei: Yep; *twirls wings like dagger like a baton* and I saw Slender man’s symbol so we should run.

Yami Dei: *gives quizzical expression* Didn’t you say that Slender man agreed that he, nor any other creepypasta and proxy, would try to kill you or anyone else that lives in your mansion?

Dei: *Gets Shun on her back and starts running at her full ninja speed with Yami Dei following behind* Yeah. But Jeff still has that grudge against me and something felt off about that slip of paper.

(They arrive at the edge of the woods but doesn’t slow down until they were half way away from the mansion. The mansion looks like a normal two story, marble house with a mushroom design and brown, shingle roof. When they enter inside though, they are greeted by a vast living room/ball room with many different colored and silver labeled doors aligning the marble walls. The polished and tiled pale blue floors glistened and shined against the crystal chandelier on the white rooftop. The navy blue stairs leads up to many more rooms and sub tunnels.)

Dei: *Walks into the first room on the left (the medic room) and sets Shun down on the operation table. She then rings a bell to the right of the door and someone almost appears before her just when she rang.*

Nurse Joy: * Bows. Speaks in a calm and mother like voice* how may I help you?

Dei: Nurse Joy, Shun is in need of medical help. Someone used my dagger to cut into Shun’s flesh and it wasn't my yami nor me.

Nurse Joy: I will see what I can do.

Yami Dei: *fades away to the back of Dei’s mind.*

Dei: *Smiles.* Thank you. I know Pokémon are more your specialty, but it is great to have you and your sisters around just in case anyone gets seriously hurt. *Steps aside, letting Nurse Joy in to looks at Shun’s wounds and heads out. In the hall, she takes a deep breath in and sighs.*

*Doorbell rings*

Dei: who could it be? *Walks over and opens the main door and is face to face with The infamous Jeff the Killer. Dei's eyes widen slightly but speaks with utmost calm* Hello Jeff.

Jeff: *tries to scowl but it doesn’t work and instead glares daggers at Dei as best he can with his lidless eyes.* Of all the people who had to open the door, it had to be you!

Dei: *frowns and rolls eyes.* What do you want, Jeff the Killer?

Jeff: I came to give you a message. But I was hoping that I could pass it on to someone else to give to you.

Dei: *Smiles smugly* funny how that works.

Jeff: *Scowls but the carved in smile make it look weird.*

Dei: *laughs slightly then coughs and regains composer* Anyway, what was the message.

Jeff: Your oc wanted to see you.

Dei: *Gives a questioning look* which oc?

Jeff: Posy.

Dei: *mouths and ‘Oh’* Well, you can just go about your business.

Jeff: * leaves without uttering a single word exept maniacal chuckle that lingered in the air.*

Dei: *Closes the door, waits about five minutes, then opens it back up and starts running back to the paper message. When she gets there, she doesn’t pick up the paper but looks around.* Show yourself Posy! I know you are here! I know that you made the piece of paper and used my dagger to pin it there! I could feel your presence so SHOW, YOURSELF!!!!!!!

Posy: *sings in an eerie voice that make Dei’s spine crawl.* Ring around the Rosy, a pocket full of Posy, ashes, ashes, we all, fall, down. *Steps out of the shadows.* It is funny to see all how far that people are willing to go in order to protect those they love. *Doesn’t grin but the insane pleasure could be identified in her voice.*

Dei: *stares shocked* What are you talking about?

Posy: I’m talking about my plan silly. *smiles this time and its chilling look can freeze a fire* Since I’m a ghost, I can “poses” people. *looks down scowling and clenches her right fist* Stupid Ouija board. *returns to that chilling smile as she looks up at Dei.* Well, I possessed you and used your dagger to scratch your sensei a bit slowly and painfully; I even made sure to keep him awake so he could see what you did. *chuckles halfheartedly*

Dei: *stands there, stunned, glass eyes, and barely able to speak.* What did you mean by ‘something more dear to me’ carved into the ground?

Posy: I thought that would increase the excitement. If you started to bore me then I would take over you and do worse damage, to you boyfriend.

Dei: *Eyes widen and gasps.* No. You wouldn’t hurt him! You couldn’t; not with-

Posy: *Gives a quick ‘Ha!’* You meant that fool of a butler would stop me from reaching your soulmate? A ghost against a demon; now that I would like to see. But, in all seriousness, he couldn't save the little brat if he wanted to. But, to sum things up, I was bored and had nothing to do.

Dei: So, you scared me half to death for my sensei’s safety, made me almost strangle my yami, and… *tears swell up again as she sinks down to the floor.*

Posy: *turns around and walks away* You have entertained me… for now.

Yami Dei: *whispers in Dei’s head* will you listen to me from now on?

Dei: *Looks down to the ground floor as her right eye glows with the contract toher boyfriend. Her voice seethes with anger.* Never.

Dey H.