Post by Bobbie on Apr 4, 2014 21:15:21 GMT -5
Bobbie wasn't one that had much appreciation for art in the literal sense. Most pictures- drawn, painted, photographed- were lacking in any values that truly excited the woman, even if they did often play a crucial role in her beloved horror genre. She could appreciate them as a plot device, but the story of reality was one that required a unique breed of horror. After all, with all the C-grade horror in the world (B-grade was at least tolerable because the cheese made them delicious), people did not treat the genre with the level of respect it truly deserved. Such thoughts drew forth sad sighs from the “woman”. Even with her crusades to revive the fear of horror among the human, there was very little actual progress. Maybe she could give these Shadows a new respect in the stuff?
The machine had looked around. Found a few good spots to set up her devices, yeah, but they all lacked a certain something. Finally, the woman found something interesting. It looked like those pedestals where figures were set up for the observation of others. Kind of like those spots where “The Thinker” would have been sitting and trying to conjugate a reason that he allowed himself to be sculpted while in the nude. Yeah, kind of like that. Well, it was far from ideal, but she could still utilize the place for an initial setup, sure. Nodding to herself, she cleared away some of the refuse and cleaned the platform off. It was time to prepare.
The woman stepped upon the platform and adjusted herself. She was facing in the appropriate direction for her “viewers” to step up and gaze upon her. A good start. She rolled up her sweater's sleeves, making sure to not leave them within the destructive radius of her joints, and began to split her hands. The sight itself might've been nightmarish, but she didn't care too much. It wasn't good enough. The fake-skin peeled and split, with her fingers and hands gradually retracting while the framework of her chainsaws gradually came together. The process was slow and meticulous. This was because she had no reason to rush, and because she didn't want to accidentally ruin her sleeves. By the end of the minute, the chainsaws had been constructed flawlessly, while also preventing her sleeves from being damage. A good thing all around! Raising her arms, the machine locked her body into place before turning her infrared on. Her eyes glowed a dull red in the darkness before her body entered a slight “sleep” mode, lowering its energy signature and presence to lure some unsuspecting Shadows near.
The machine had looked around. Found a few good spots to set up her devices, yeah, but they all lacked a certain something. Finally, the woman found something interesting. It looked like those pedestals where figures were set up for the observation of others. Kind of like those spots where “The Thinker” would have been sitting and trying to conjugate a reason that he allowed himself to be sculpted while in the nude. Yeah, kind of like that. Well, it was far from ideal, but she could still utilize the place for an initial setup, sure. Nodding to herself, she cleared away some of the refuse and cleaned the platform off. It was time to prepare.
The woman stepped upon the platform and adjusted herself. She was facing in the appropriate direction for her “viewers” to step up and gaze upon her. A good start. She rolled up her sweater's sleeves, making sure to not leave them within the destructive radius of her joints, and began to split her hands. The sight itself might've been nightmarish, but she didn't care too much. It wasn't good enough. The fake-skin peeled and split, with her fingers and hands gradually retracting while the framework of her chainsaws gradually came together. The process was slow and meticulous. This was because she had no reason to rush, and because she didn't want to accidentally ruin her sleeves. By the end of the minute, the chainsaws had been constructed flawlessly, while also preventing her sleeves from being damage. A good thing all around! Raising her arms, the machine locked her body into place before turning her infrared on. Her eyes glowed a dull red in the darkness before her body entered a slight “sleep” mode, lowering its energy signature and presence to lure some unsuspecting Shadows near.
