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In my attempts to break out into the art world I’m opening up commissions. This means portraits, settings, signs & advertisements or if you can describe something, very well I can either draw or paint it. I’ll be at the field day and school trip if anyone wants to see samples of what I can do.

Pricing will be on a case-by-case bias. I’m down for any work I can get starting off so hit me up!

Remember: There is no try. There is do and do not.
So let’s do this.

[With everything that's gone as of late, Skye is struggling with the fact that her mother had been in trouble with the law. She was also struggling to not act like she wasn't as affected by this as she was, considering no one around here knew they were related. Much less mother and daughter.

She was desperate now though and it was hard to keep the worry out of her voice.]

Has anyone seen Jiaying?

[ As the month has progressed, Kal has learned a lot of things about himself. Some of them had to do with his place here and he's spent more time than one might expect considering them, measuring them against the information that he's gotten from the other memories, the ones that feel more genuine, mostly because they have the right amount of information.

The memories here, he can see and hear and taste food, feel the dirt in his hands or the water in his hair or the kisses against his cheek.

The memories from there have so much more. The taste of the air, heartbeats in his ears, thousands upon thousands of voices and stories. There's flying through the air and blood in his teeth as he fights monsters from nightmares he didn't know he'd had. He's gotten memories of the suit he took from the sheriff's station, and another suit, a brighter one, that meant something.

So all in all, it's been a long month. A month of discovery and quietly, carefully observing this place and the people here and waiting, waiting to see where he'll take his stand. He'd made a move by telling Damon Salvatore, or rather, showing him a thing or two, but that was as far as he'd gone until now. Hopefully, some folks can read between the lines. ]

While I'm sure everyone knows that the fire department is always there for anyone in need of assistance, I'd just like to personally let the people of this town know that we're here should anyone need us. Not just for fires, of course. We're a lot more just some hoses and a truck.

Just something to keep in mind.

[ It's your second audio post of the day, Wayward Pines. And Laura's was useful in more ways than one — it will save Steve time here, and he won't have a lot of it to ensure those listening will get through the whole message before it, too, is taken down. He waits with Poe until the evening, when the most people will be home and able to pick up when the phone rings.

He's already cut out his own tracker — has known about it for a long time — but if he's feeling any pain from Natasha stitching him up, it doesn't show in his voice. ]

This is Steve Rogers. There are some things you all need to know and this probably won't stay up for long, so I'll get to it.

[ And so he does. ]

The man the police are looking for isn't guilty of any crimes except seeing something he wasn't supposed to. He heard the same screams in the woods we've all heard, and when he went to help he found a body. He was scared, so he buried it. That's why so many people got sick — it got into the river, and it wasn't human. I know this because I saw the body before the Sheriff took it away. All I can say for sure is that maybe it was human once.

[ He wishes he could go into more detail here, but again, time isn't on his side. That much will have to suffice. ]

This man is one of us. [ Using Sarah's words, who told him everything the man in question told her, because they're good words. ] Woke up here the same as everyone else, and I don't mean in a hospital bed. The Sheriff is the exception. No one remembers seeing him in the hospital. He was never confused over missing memories, or memories of a life we're not supposed to talk about.

[ Poe leans in, glancing at Steve for the go-ahead before he speaks loud enough to make himself heard through the receiver. ] That's not all. This place is entirely walled off. All the way around. There are beings patrolling the walls, ones that I can't identify. No species I've ever encountered, and I've encountered a lot. Worse, the sheriff reports to someone invested in keeping us here and keeping us quiet.

[ And then Steve picks up where he left off. ]

But that's the only way we'll get answers. We have to talk to each other, even if it's against the law. Especially if it's against the law. There will be consequences, but I'm willing to face them if you are. We don't belong here, but they made us care about each other anyway. Let's make that a problem for 'em.

[ Fin. Like Laura's post, this message will also be gone after 3-4 minutes. Not a lot of time, considering how long it takes just to listen to it, but you might be able to get through to Steve or Poe for a while afterward, if you're quick. ]

TOWN HALL IS LISTENING( under cut! )

call out post: my gf wont let me eat dinner until i go back out and buy her exactly half a pickle

y is this happening

( AN ART )

well i for one am glad that the town hall gave me another way to procrastinate on my homework :)

[ Yeah, he totally just spent the last few hours doing this. ]