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Jacelyn Blair
Artist | Hobbyist | Digital Art
United States
Hey, as you may know my name is Jacelyn, but you may call me Blair. I cosplay, draw and do photography out of stupidity. I use a Sony Bloggie HD, and a Wacom Bamboo tablet. If you want anymore info just send me a note. And my Tumblr is down below!

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     Mary stood at the edge of the roof top hanging over the rest of the city. She smiled and looked over the shimmering red, green and yellow lights. She loved this kind of thing... Nobody could see her but she felt like she ruled the world. Nobody could tell her what to do. But she wasn't alone. She could hear the faint sounds of people below her; rambling and fighting. Having normal conversations that had nothing to do with anything extraordinary, so normal and sad. They could never know what this felt like could they? 
     Mary was so quiet in her everyday life yet had a few admirers of her. The people who had heard of her running through the streets, those who knew she said nothing to those who questioned. For they could not question. They thought she was just some teen with nothing to do but make trouble. And they liked that, they thought she wanted to be left alone and they respected that. 
She didn't wanna be noticed but she wanted to feel certain things that come from being noticed.
She felt so alone.
But she didn't want to speak to the rest of the people.
     Her running came with daydreaming, being stuck in her own head. Dreaming of those feelings that came with acknowledgment. Even making up conversations with people that didn't exist, but it always ended with her doing the same thing: Standing on the roof tops and pretending she ruled the world even though the world was burning beneath her. The city looked like hope but was burning. The people inside were crumbling. The obsession with being cool getting to them. Those kids taking drugs and the overly enthusiastic rich kids.
All of them were looking for love.
     The feeling she longed for the most was love. Having someone like her. Liking someone would burn her though. She would get sucked into the pit of burning that city was centered upon. She would be like the rest of them. Liking feels like rejection and hate. Having someone like you did not hurt. But that's what she thought. She had no experience, how could she know? She thought she would never have a chance.
     The city was centered around lust and control. Romance and hate ran through the veins of the very heart of it. Mary felt like she had freedom to do what she wanted and avoid this. The hooded crusader? She ran a hand in her short black hair. She could remember kids teasing her for looking like a boy when she cut her hair.
Because she wasn't going to be like the rest of them.
They wouldn't know that she would end up on top of a building pretend rule the world and down below you crumble like the rest of them.
The city would burn and she would watch and witness. The crumbling and tears. It's happening right now. Yet the lights comforted her and made her happy, The unknown joy of ignorance was silently screaming from the pit of burning life below. And she felt restless and happy to rule unknowingly to the people below.

They were ash and she was gold...
  • Mood: Eye Candy
  • Listening to: City of dreams
  • Reading: Interworld
  • Watching: Doctor Who
  • Playing: IB
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: nothing

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BoxxyFoxy Apr 26, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
iiibrokeyhu Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav! :iconlalalaplz:
Eyeshield21DeathNote Jan 4, 2013   Digital Artist
thanks for the fav~~
HetakuSpain Dec 29, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
T-Thank you for the fave!! :iconenglandblushplz:
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