I referenced Joanna Quinns studies of her Hag (for the animation Wife of Bath) for the face and general wrinkliness/gaunt old hag style 3nodding
Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 4:43 pm
Day: ninety-five Theme: are you challenging me?
The knife thunked into the wall right next to his head, and Conan let out a startled cry as he peeked at the slightly quivering blade. His eyes returned to his assailants as he mentally told himself off for not realizing there was more than one of them before instigating a fight. Actually, he figured he should have thought the whole thing through a lot more even beyond figuring out how many there were. He should have just stayed home.
“What’s the matter? Don’t have any more fight?” his first assailant said, grinning like a maniac all the while.
Conan grabbed the knife next to his head and tried to yank it out of the wall, but it was stuck firmly. The men in front of him laughed as he struggled to get the weapon and failed miserably.
“Want this knife?” one of them asked and Conan turned to find said knife’s tip hovering in front of his face.
He pressed himself against the wall, laughing nervously. “No, that’s okay. I’m not really good with sharp things, anyway. I should just go.”
The man holding the knife in front of him smirked, bringing the blade closer until it touched his face. “But we were just getting to the fun part. Don’t you want to have some fun?”
“Nah, I’m cool.”
The man frowned and made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. “It’s no fun beating up a weakling, anyway.” He stepped back and was about to turn around when he suddenly swung the knife down creating a long but relatively shallow cut along Conan’s chest.
As Conan yelped in pain, the man chuckled. “My bad. It slipped. Would you believe that?”
He turned to his companions, laughing. “Let’s get out of here.”
Holding a hand to his bloodied chest, Conan slid to the ground.
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Fancy Restaurant #95
The suit was itchy and hot. Jonas looked from one 'peer' to another, idly wishing he could sit with his younger cousins. They'd been corralled to a 2 star shindig called the 'Florine Vines'. Frowning, he peered at the menu again. None of it was in a language he could read, much less understand. Some of it had snails. Why would anyone need to cook snails, much less eat them?
The thirteen year old really wanted to enjoy blowing out his candles, making a wish, and celebrating with his family. The scenery wasn't the only problem. Nothing felt right about tonight. So much for a happy birthday. He put on a mask and looked the part of birthday boy, but he honestly wanted to redo this whole day, starting from the ceremony and ending with a birthday dinner at Florine Vines. When did turning into a man mean settling with less?
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