Re: Journal of Sociology [S!6] - [Signups CLOSED]
05-10-2012, 02:28 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Agent1022.
A rustling of papers. A glimpse of a bubbling retort on a laboratory bench.
Elise Pestarztyn. #4B644B.
The birchwood desk is messier than ever, expanding to accomodate the growing stacks of notes. Just visible underneath a haphazard pile of papers is a yin-yang, stamped into a dossier folder holding varicolored sheets.
Blake Richards. #000000 and #FFFFFF on #818181.
On the top of a particularly disorganized stack lie sets of bafflingly unreadable documents, ink run and smudged beyond repair.
Nemo. #FF0000 on #FFFFFF.
There is a jar sitting beside the Journal, filled with gems that twinkle with unnatural honeysuckle light.
Miss Blacklight. #de512e.
Held down by a few hefty stacks, a blue cloak is draped incongruously over the edge of the desk. One edge has been stained cyan by the puddle on the floor, causing an iridescent gradient effect.
Oli Nelson. #6300A5.
A worn, tattered fashion magazine rests in a plastic tray on the desk. Its pages are well worn and crumbling, the pictures faded and words nearly obliterated from love.
Jean. #207070 on #EEBEBE.
An unidentifiable machine part sits on the edge of the Journal, weighing down the pages. It lies inert, looking for all the world like a remnant of a larger system long dead and gone.
Simiel-83. #000000 on #0099CC (thank you).
Light glints off steel, a curved plate just the breadth of a human skull sitting sandwiched in between two large notebooks.
Dr. Alberich Von Wissenschaft and Mr. John Doe. #006400.
With care, occasionally dashing forward in frenzied scribbles, the Sociologist writes data on an index card. She places it in the center of a pattern woven in ink and cardboard, among seven others - and she smiles.
A rustling of papers. A glimpse of a bubbling retort on a laboratory bench.
Elise Pestarztyn. #4B644B.
The birchwood desk is messier than ever, expanding to accomodate the growing stacks of notes. Just visible underneath a haphazard pile of papers is a yin-yang, stamped into a dossier folder holding varicolored sheets.
Blake Richards. #000000 and #FFFFFF on #818181.
On the top of a particularly disorganized stack lie sets of bafflingly unreadable documents, ink run and smudged beyond repair.
Nemo. #FF0000 on #FFFFFF.
There is a jar sitting beside the Journal, filled with gems that twinkle with unnatural honeysuckle light.
Miss Blacklight. #de512e.
Held down by a few hefty stacks, a blue cloak is draped incongruously over the edge of the desk. One edge has been stained cyan by the puddle on the floor, causing an iridescent gradient effect.
Oli Nelson. #6300A5.
A worn, tattered fashion magazine rests in a plastic tray on the desk. Its pages are well worn and crumbling, the pictures faded and words nearly obliterated from love.
Jean. #207070 on #EEBEBE.
An unidentifiable machine part sits on the edge of the Journal, weighing down the pages. It lies inert, looking for all the world like a remnant of a larger system long dead and gone.
Simiel-83. #000000 on #0099CC (thank you).
Light glints off steel, a curved plate just the breadth of a human skull sitting sandwiched in between two large notebooks.
Dr. Alberich Von Wissenschaft and Mr. John Doe. #006400.
With care, occasionally dashing forward in frenzied scribbles, the Sociologist writes data on an index card. She places it in the center of a pattern woven in ink and cardboard, among seven others - and she smiles.
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