10-08-2015, 03:10 PM
@purplescissors yeah I discovered I'd been drawing with a HB instead of my normal 2B, the problems with pencils all looking the same.
Right, I desperately need some help with these for the EDRocks things. Each is based around a bit of writing (my own - see below images) I intend to try and re-do using watercolour so I can get some blending and try and attempt some atmosphere, but I need to get these way better before I try that -_- HALP!
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Image 1- Sand-dunes
Below the airless ridge they were sprawled on was a long low building, sand coloured. The dry fragments of grass still holding the ridge together cut into her palms. Coarse brown dried scalpels, with a new wet blood rust coating. The dust ran to sand, and the colours blurred from tan to pale almost crystalline. The building was silent. It had been ever since they arrived what felt like forever ago.
.....
The building was a long slug, corrugated plastispan shaped in an extruded arch. The end blank, a small door the only aberration in the smooth surface. No windows, no hint of what was inside.
Image 2 - winterdark -post apoc cityscape
The sky loomed with darkening mountains of grey, frosting the single spot of muted light. A light splash of moisture misted the air and soon soaked her. Her hair dripped, the cold sinking through her jacket, her jeans plastered against her legs. The filth that littered the street had blown in drifts across the hardmac. The few purchase points open were illuminated by frostlights from inside. Faded digi screens displayed tired advertisements over and over again.
Darius pulled her past this, beyond the graffiti stained palastiglass monotube station, towards their warehouse. She still wasn't sure why she'd chosen this sideways, or why he'd urged her to stay. Back when he was core, he'd insisted this would be safe, the last place they would look. But it wasn't safe. The roaming gangs, the disease, the augments that had gone mad, and the nulls. She couldn't think of a more dangerous place, apart from Summerwise. And then there was Dante. He ran a gang, of sorts, broken augments, the functional ones, the ones who were lucid enough to be used as weapons.
Image 3 - Ravine.
The sides of the ravine were steep and small plants clung from crevices in the sheer rock walls, the top was uneven, in places holding trees that could have concealed a small army, and in other places bare and barren stone. They were lost in shadows at the bottom of the ravine, the glare of the early morning sun just catching the tops of the cliffs. The horse’s hooves echoed and re-echoed off the stone making it sound more like an army was threading through the rock littered ravine floor, than just two lone horse riders. The grade on the mountain meant they were constantly bent forward in their saddles to compensate, and more than once she felt a thrill of fear as her horse’s hooves skidded on loose stones. She felt eyes boring into her back making her skin crawl and she turned in her saddle to look up at the towering walls behind her.
Image 4- Magtrain tunnel.
Fingers shaking she pulled the sonic cutter from its place on her belt, trying not to watch the polymer puff from existence as it hit the grav field on the tracks. She punched the mesh free, averting her eyes as it tumbled. She wasn’t sure Darius could fit through the gap, and the thought froze her solid, hyperventilating, until he nudged her, body and mind, reassuring.
~I’ll have to dislocate my shoulders, and come down head first, but I can get out, just worry about how we avoid the tracks.~
The tracks… The things that would reduce them to their molecular components and scatter them if they so much as grazed the invisible field… Just have to avoid that, right, no problem at all. She swallowed hysterical laughter as Darius’s concern wormed his way into her core, steadying her.
~Get out, you can’t do both!~
~Try me.~ calm confidence.
She didn’t argue, couldn’t. Pulling line from her belt she grabbed her last sticky wad, wrapped the end of the line in it, then pushed it firmly to the ceiling, giving it a hefty thump to activate the chemicals. Tugged secure she wriggled her legs into the gap, wincing as the sharp edges of the plastimesh cut into her thighs. Sliding slowly through the hole, she tried to ignore the pain as it scratched and tore at her. Wriggling free she fell, two body lengths, three, the tracks rushing towards her. Panicked she fumbled, slapping at the brake on her beltline, sobbing as it jerked to a halt, swinging giddy circles at the end of the filament.
Darius followed her down, face first, pain marred scowl, shoulders nauseatingly wrong. Hanging, spinning, wall, tracks, other wall, tracks, crackling pops of shoulders realigned correctly. Her stomach contents vapourised as quickly as everything else had.
“August”
Her upward glance met his beetled frown.
“We are going to have to drop on the roof of the next magtrain.”
It made sense, in a horrifying manner. Judging the height of the train she wound up a body length, the motor straining. Darius flipped himself, wrapping around behind her, harnesses locking together.
“Ready?”
She swallowed, nodding, this wasn’t something she would ever be ready for, but she unclipped the mag-clamps, handing them over. At least they gave them a slight chance of getting a grip on the surface of an object travelling at horrifying speeds.
They waited, slow revolutions twisting her stomach knots tighter.
The sucking vibrations heralding the next train were almost a relief. It brought at its front apex a speed heated blistering cushion of air that flung them up towards the tunnel roof, and then set them swaying in long wide arcs, red and scalded. Darius slapped the release on the line as they swung back over the train, falling towards velocity blurred carriages, mag-clamps ready. The backdraft caught them, spinning, flipping, it tossed them to smash again and again on the slick surface unable to grip, slipping further, fingers scrabbling for purchase.
image 5 - ruins of laurent
He headed into the rubble field, walking slowly so Ash would be able to keep up easily, and watching his footing. Even here at the outer edge there could be unstable ground that would give way to the cellars and sewers that underpinned the old city, not to mention the possibility of traps. The bones of the ancient place loomed like the ribs of a long dead ship. Tall spars of rotten stone leaning at crazy angles, getting taller and closer together the further into the ruins he looked. The stone under his feet was a mix of granite and limestone, the crumbled remains of the outer walls and the fantastical frescos that once adorned them. Now mostly just a powdery dust that stirred up to clog his throat with every step. He worked methodically, trying to keep them to the outer edges, where there was less likelihood of running into any of the denizens that made the ruins their home. The morning passed slowly, his nerves raw with the effort of trying to watch every direction at once. Twice he had to stop and backtrack when he came to a large dark pit in the ground where the surface roads had fallen in. The ground around the edge had crumbled away as soon as he got within a few steps of it.
Right, I desperately need some help with these for the EDRocks things. Each is based around a bit of writing (my own - see below images) I intend to try and re-do using watercolour so I can get some blending and try and attempt some atmosphere, but I need to get these way better before I try that -_- HALP!
Image 1- Sand-dunes
Below the airless ridge they were sprawled on was a long low building, sand coloured. The dry fragments of grass still holding the ridge together cut into her palms. Coarse brown dried scalpels, with a new wet blood rust coating. The dust ran to sand, and the colours blurred from tan to pale almost crystalline. The building was silent. It had been ever since they arrived what felt like forever ago.
.....
The building was a long slug, corrugated plastispan shaped in an extruded arch. The end blank, a small door the only aberration in the smooth surface. No windows, no hint of what was inside.
Image 2 - winterdark -post apoc cityscape
The sky loomed with darkening mountains of grey, frosting the single spot of muted light. A light splash of moisture misted the air and soon soaked her. Her hair dripped, the cold sinking through her jacket, her jeans plastered against her legs. The filth that littered the street had blown in drifts across the hardmac. The few purchase points open were illuminated by frostlights from inside. Faded digi screens displayed tired advertisements over and over again.
Darius pulled her past this, beyond the graffiti stained palastiglass monotube station, towards their warehouse. She still wasn't sure why she'd chosen this sideways, or why he'd urged her to stay. Back when he was core, he'd insisted this would be safe, the last place they would look. But it wasn't safe. The roaming gangs, the disease, the augments that had gone mad, and the nulls. She couldn't think of a more dangerous place, apart from Summerwise. And then there was Dante. He ran a gang, of sorts, broken augments, the functional ones, the ones who were lucid enough to be used as weapons.
Image 3 - Ravine.
The sides of the ravine were steep and small plants clung from crevices in the sheer rock walls, the top was uneven, in places holding trees that could have concealed a small army, and in other places bare and barren stone. They were lost in shadows at the bottom of the ravine, the glare of the early morning sun just catching the tops of the cliffs. The horse’s hooves echoed and re-echoed off the stone making it sound more like an army was threading through the rock littered ravine floor, than just two lone horse riders. The grade on the mountain meant they were constantly bent forward in their saddles to compensate, and more than once she felt a thrill of fear as her horse’s hooves skidded on loose stones. She felt eyes boring into her back making her skin crawl and she turned in her saddle to look up at the towering walls behind her.
Image 4- Magtrain tunnel.
Fingers shaking she pulled the sonic cutter from its place on her belt, trying not to watch the polymer puff from existence as it hit the grav field on the tracks. She punched the mesh free, averting her eyes as it tumbled. She wasn’t sure Darius could fit through the gap, and the thought froze her solid, hyperventilating, until he nudged her, body and mind, reassuring.
~I’ll have to dislocate my shoulders, and come down head first, but I can get out, just worry about how we avoid the tracks.~
The tracks… The things that would reduce them to their molecular components and scatter them if they so much as grazed the invisible field… Just have to avoid that, right, no problem at all. She swallowed hysterical laughter as Darius’s concern wormed his way into her core, steadying her.
~Get out, you can’t do both!~
~Try me.~ calm confidence.
She didn’t argue, couldn’t. Pulling line from her belt she grabbed her last sticky wad, wrapped the end of the line in it, then pushed it firmly to the ceiling, giving it a hefty thump to activate the chemicals. Tugged secure she wriggled her legs into the gap, wincing as the sharp edges of the plastimesh cut into her thighs. Sliding slowly through the hole, she tried to ignore the pain as it scratched and tore at her. Wriggling free she fell, two body lengths, three, the tracks rushing towards her. Panicked she fumbled, slapping at the brake on her beltline, sobbing as it jerked to a halt, swinging giddy circles at the end of the filament.
Darius followed her down, face first, pain marred scowl, shoulders nauseatingly wrong. Hanging, spinning, wall, tracks, other wall, tracks, crackling pops of shoulders realigned correctly. Her stomach contents vapourised as quickly as everything else had.
“August”
Her upward glance met his beetled frown.
“We are going to have to drop on the roof of the next magtrain.”
It made sense, in a horrifying manner. Judging the height of the train she wound up a body length, the motor straining. Darius flipped himself, wrapping around behind her, harnesses locking together.
“Ready?”
She swallowed, nodding, this wasn’t something she would ever be ready for, but she unclipped the mag-clamps, handing them over. At least they gave them a slight chance of getting a grip on the surface of an object travelling at horrifying speeds.
They waited, slow revolutions twisting her stomach knots tighter.
The sucking vibrations heralding the next train were almost a relief. It brought at its front apex a speed heated blistering cushion of air that flung them up towards the tunnel roof, and then set them swaying in long wide arcs, red and scalded. Darius slapped the release on the line as they swung back over the train, falling towards velocity blurred carriages, mag-clamps ready. The backdraft caught them, spinning, flipping, it tossed them to smash again and again on the slick surface unable to grip, slipping further, fingers scrabbling for purchase.
image 5 - ruins of laurent
He headed into the rubble field, walking slowly so Ash would be able to keep up easily, and watching his footing. Even here at the outer edge there could be unstable ground that would give way to the cellars and sewers that underpinned the old city, not to mention the possibility of traps. The bones of the ancient place loomed like the ribs of a long dead ship. Tall spars of rotten stone leaning at crazy angles, getting taller and closer together the further into the ruins he looked. The stone under his feet was a mix of granite and limestone, the crumbled remains of the outer walls and the fantastical frescos that once adorned them. Now mostly just a powdery dust that stirred up to clog his throat with every step. He worked methodically, trying to keep them to the outer edges, where there was less likelihood of running into any of the denizens that made the ruins their home. The morning passed slowly, his nerves raw with the effort of trying to watch every direction at once. Twice he had to stop and backtrack when he came to a large dark pit in the ground where the surface roads had fallen in. The ground around the edge had crumbled away as soon as he got within a few steps of it.