|age 14:||ok i have to look up refs and define the light source and draw guidelines for the perspective and draw out a skeleton of the figure and make sure the proportions are correct and measure out the facial features and make a color palette and make a separate layer for every color and make sure the lineart is perfectly smooth|
|age 18:||i'll make my art as crappy as i want and no one can stop me|
*Mabel was still caught up in the whole event, not entirely processing his words* W-Wuh?.. *she rubbed her face, collecting herself and realized she was being spoken to* Oh uh- yeah.. I’m ok.. Thank you sir. *she took the words as meaning if her physical health was ok; she didn’t understand emotional state entirely* But um, d-do you know someplace I could stay maybe? *she sniffled and rubbed her face again, wiping away the faintly glowing tears* …Even just for the night, I don’t know the city too well..
Noir caught sight of one of the more… attractive dancers and smiled, giving a light blush as he winked at him. He turned to the girl and gave a small cough, “This is a strip club. For… more carnal pleasures. If you’ll follow me.” He led her to a lush room, elegant and red. Oh was it filled with red. “This would be your room. For electronics, there’s a plug over by the bed and other things et cetera. If you need anything, just ask me.”
Ah good, thank you again- uh… Who are you? *Really, who was this man?? And better yet- why was he even helping Mabel???? She was very cautious of this seemingly friendly stranger, something she should have been better at with the other seemingly friendly strangers..*
"Ah yes, my name is Noir. It’s just Noir, if you’ll mind. And you? What is your name, miss?" Noir was intrigued by this girl, she seemed like… she had something special in her, or at least something to spill. Either way, she needed help, because if it’s one thing Noir knew, crying people usually needed help.
I’m-er.. oh, I’m Maybelline. Maybelline Kaiser. *Her full real name slipped her mind sometimes; she was referred to as Mabel so much she had to occasionally remind herself what it actually was.* But Mabel is ok, too.
Noir nodded and smiled, “Mabel. So, I have to ask, why were you crying? It’s not my place, but I’d-” The door slammed open and out came a man in scantily clad clothing (think Finnick Odair) and shocking white hair. “Noir! Honey!” he scooped him up and hugged him tightly, “Well, are you okay? And who’s the new friend?” Noir cringed at the innuendo and raised an eyebrow, “This is Mabel. She’s got nowhere to go Vermilion, found her crying on the streets. And for your information, you do remember that I’m gay, right?” The man laughed and shook his head, “Of course I do. You had a crush on me when you were thirteen. I remember you writing me-” Noir blushed and practically kicked Vermilion out the door. “Ahem. Sorry about that.” he said, a bit embarrassed, “So, why were you crying on the streets?”
*Mabel had about 500000 questions right now, but figured it’d be best not to ask.* What?-Oh right… Wait crying? Is that what that was? *she touched her face where the tears once were. So that’s what that stuff was. She still didn’t know how crying was connected to emotions or anything, but it was still nice to know.* Well um, I don’t really know why I was crying, but I couldn’t stay at the big manor *Mabel gestured in the direction of Lloyd’s manor* anymore so I just left. I don’t really know where I was going anyways.