#consumedart

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S A V E  B O N N I E | @consumedart

            A few hours ago, the Blackrabbit would have figured her idea to take shortcuts through forests a wonderful idea. No dealing with people spotting her, she would be left alone from dawn ‘til dusk, and she could simply float through anything in her way without a problem.

            Right now, she was dealing with her hindsight, and it was 20/20.

            With only the glow of her eyes and mouth guiding her, the noises at night made her constantly glance around, watching, waiting. Of course, a floating face in the dark shouldn’t have been cause for much trouble for animals, but it made her wonder what reactions people would have if she was caught here.

             ( TV segments about some cryptid, people trying to catch her and interfere with her plans, people trying to recreate her situation... )

             A noise nearby broke her from her thoughts, causing her to turn in its direction with a pause. When it repeated, however, she moved closer to investigate.

             It wouldn’t hurt, surely...

[kentmansleys]

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Iron Giant Sentence Starters

       Kent notices the Giant’s hesitation as he hands him a new scrap of metal (the remnants from a project Dean had just finished dismantling inside). A stilted, but genuine, laugh bubbles out of him in his attempt to deescalate the tension. “Oh, don’t-- I’m not trying to pull anything funny! Honest. I’m just being friendly. And all that that implies.”

[kentmansleys]

In an attempt to reconcile (or at the very least, be nice considering the man lived in its favourite scrapyard) Giant has Dean help find a gift that Kent would like. the robot has decided on a rather nice hat & tie combo, of which (with much difficulty) it wrapped for the man. & rather awkwardly hands it over to the former agent, blinking once or twice. //idek, I saw other messages & I feel like Giant wants to understand him more? feel free to ignore this.

      Oh. Well. Kent gingerly took the gifts offered to him and looked them over with a pinched expression. These were actually quite to his liking– never would he had guessed a giant metal robot out of space would be able to shop for him and do it well. 

      “Th-Thank you. Thanks!” Kent quickly raised his gaze and beamed up at the Giant. “I appreciate it. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything in return, uh…” He rolled his eyes pensively. “Give me a day. I’ll get you something.”

[kentmansleys]

I just saw an rp blog for Canada, I thought you and Agent Mansley would like to be made aware of this.

      “…I don’t understand most of those words, and certainly not in that order.”

[kentmansleys]

@hasasoul

      From his nightmares the Giant walked into reality. 

      Kent froze up instantly; the sound of living metal (subtle warps and pops, the type of noise that almost suggested breathing) had him overcome with a sense of dread. He was caught between the urge to get angry, to assume the armor of rage, and to break down sobbing on the dusty ground of the McCoppin Scrapyard. If it weren’t for the burn of emotion in his throat Kent would have sworn he was dreaming. 

      Stammering and shaking, he forced his gaze upwards. And there he was.