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Say Cheese!

Who: Frank and YOU!
What: Candid photos around the school!
When: October 3-October 7, all week!
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: Probably going to end up image-heavy. And knowing SBG, things will probably be suggestive. NO OUTRIGHT PORN THOUGH GUYS. This time.

Known only to himself and Headmaster Wily at Capcom High, Frank's true purpose at the academy is to do a little undercover work for some extra pay. Mostly taking shots of anything that might be interesting and quick little reports. He's been slacking off a bit since he got here, trying to get the swing of how things work at this school before he starts snooping too much. ~~Not that he hasn't been snooping anyway.~~

This week he's getting his ass in gear and taking candid shots of anyone and anything he can! Nothing too suspicious about this - someone whose passion and career revolves around photography wouldn't want to let his skills go to waste. However, it might be a little annoying... Maybe you're doing something private or embarrassing when the shot is taken. Maybe you think you look too fat on film. Maybe you think the flash sucks your soul away. Or maybe you LOVE the camera and try to pose for every shot, because it should all be about you, you, you! You are a superstar, baby!

So how the log works is thus: Draw the picture Frank might have taken of your character and whatever/whoever they might be interacting with! No confidence in your artistic abilities? Pff, I don't care, have fun with it anyway! Still don't want to draw? Fine, a written description works too. Maybe someone else will be so charmed by the scenario they draw it for you. No guarantees though. Want to have your characters confront Frank? Go ahead!

And hey. You don't have to worry about anything like this happening. The man has SOME class.

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Whenever she can, Mei Ling undertakes a variety of qigong exercises in a leafy corner of the courtyard. Nobody bothers her here, she's just keeping to herself. The movements are fluid and controlled - aimed at improving one's "chi" or "qi" according to the practitioners. Since didn't really require a lot of space, Mei Ling was used to doing this on her ship to keep fit.

It's pretty much Mei Ling doing the whole "mystic asian dude kung fu fighting (http://i56.tinypic.com/10emxb9.jpg)" poses except she's in her Captain's uniform. ~~Which gives good views of her butt.~~

Some kind of tai chi or yoga or something, huh? At a fighting school, Frank was surprised he didn't see more of this kind of thing going on. Or maybe he just wasn't looking in the right places. He could definitely appreciate the view he was looking at now, though.

Click!

She stopped mid-pose. Mei Ling's arms were in the air and she slowly put them down. First thought is: There's a spy. Second thought is: Why are they spying on me?

"Camera?" Mei Ling started looking around. "Who's there?"

Spotted! Well, as long as Frank got a good candid shot first he didn't really mind people becoming aware of the camera. But once they did, that totally ruined the shots. You couldn't capture natural emotion and energy from a held pose and cheesy grin.

He stepped out from behind the tree ~~not in his boxers and Servbot mask alas~~, holding the camera up in one hand as greeting.

"Hey there. Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Um."

In what sort of position did this guy catch her in? Hopefully not a bad one. It wasn't the fact that he was taking pictures or that Mei Ling minded being photographed, it was just the whole surreptitious nature of him doing it. He was creeping around taking photos like a certain someone she knew...

"What are you taking pictures of?"

~~of METAL GEARRRRRRRRRRRRR~~

"Anything and everything. Don't get the wrong idea or anything, I'm not some creepy stalker-- I'm a photographer. Well, photojournalist, really." He held his free hand out. "Frank West."

There might have been a hint of surely you've heard of me in his voice as he introduced himself.

"Ok... ay?" A photographer, eh? Still didn't answer the question of why her, but whatever. Mei Ling is just going to look at you strangely - no I haven't heard of you before, am I supposed to know you?

"I'm Mei Ling. Nice to meet you. You can carry on photographing... whatever it is you photograph. I look forward to seeing them sometime."

She didn't sound impressed. Or even interested. Ow... Why did the only people here who knew him only know him from Capcom?! He'd even covered the APAROID war for crying out loud!

Well, whatever. Frank would not be so easily deterred.

"Mei Ling, huh? That's pretty exotic. Well, Mei Ling, I'm not usually supposed to show off my stuff to just anyone before it's published... But I could probably make an exception for you. If you're interested."

Look Frank, unless you're one of the reporters Philanthropy keeps in contact with Mei Ling probably knows barely anything about you. Deal with it. The reason why she moved to Smash is because she's reintegrating with the outside world.

"Sure, if you wanted to?" She shrugged and walked towards Frank. And she's going to ignore your comments about her name as well. "If you won't get into trouble, that is."

He can't deal with it. His ego is too bloated.

"Nah, it's not like anyone's going to find out. So long as you're not really some rival reporter trying to steal my work." He shot her a smirk. "So what was that you were doing, yoga?"

So there she was. Minding her own business. Examining a flyer on the wall for one of Nancy's bake sales-- the non-cursing kind, of course. Well. Hopefully, anyway.

But suddenly! A flash!

Even from behind, the flash was kind of hard on her eyes. She ~~hissed and turned into dust~~ threw an arm over her face and vanished.

...She just disappeared. What the.

Frank immediately hit the review button on his camera to make sure that yes, that ~~butt on legs~~ woman was there.

Weird.

Silver had thought he was in a private area, perfect for ~~being dere~~ giving his pokemon some sort of tlc in form of a quick brush and pat. Still no potions or such, yet.

Right up until the flash went off, starting the Golbat, Feraligatr and Umbreon into hissing squarking or snapping their jaws.

"Oi!" Cue one cranky red-head.

Who might be heading over to punch him in the face.

Aww, a boy and his dog. And his bat. And his giant alligator. Not exactly a Hallmark scene, but it was still heartwarming.

Until the flash went off and everyone suddenly turned vicious. Frank held his hands up protectively, arms in front of where his camera hung over his chest, since he found that a much more valuable thing than his own beautiful face.

"Hey, hey!" He backed up quickly, hoping to keep Silver at a safe distance. "What's your problem, kid?"

Enjoy that picture of a random, derpy Vanilluxe belonging to a certain Plasma King, Frank.

He looks just like he does in the icon. Also he is wiggling around and dancing.

Yes.

..Oh.

"Oh."

That was going into the Outtakes folder.

Oh look, there's Max, having just got out of the pool for his morning swim.

Jeez, now there was a guy to give Zangief a run for his money.

Frank suddenly felt the need to go running around in women's clothing to reaffirm his comfort with his own masculinity.

It was starting to get dark, but Cyrus was standing still at the edge of the walkway, only moving to turn the page in the thick book in his hands. He didn't seem to pay attention to much of anything around him.

What was it with all the bookworms in this place looking like zombies? And this guy wasn't nearly as cute as the little albino girl. Might make for a good atmospheric Halloween piece or something, though. So Frank took a shot from off to the side.

*click, click*

That caught Cyrus's attention, and he muttered something as he reached in his jacket.

Suddenly, giant crow coming at you! Frank you had better know what to do in case of demon mafia crows.

Note to self: People with weird giant pets were incredibly violent. Frank did what he did best: grab the nearest object and hope it was an effective weapon. In this case he was stuck waving a broken branch still covered in dead leaves at the crow.

"Damn it!"

And then the crow's wings took on a silvery sheen just before they cut straight through the branch. An observer skilled in pokemon would recognize it as a Steel Wing attack, but to an outsider it would look just plain bizarre.

Cyrus didn't look up.

As far as Frank was concerned it was some pimp bird trying to cut a bitch. But Frank West did not like being a bitch.

He tossed the broken branch aside and scrambled away, shooting dirty looks toward the bird's owner. "Hey! Call off your pet, will you?!"

Honchkrow pulled back a bit, but remained hovering nearby.

"To capture an image is to keep it for all time, or as long as the image stock lasts. It carries with it the power to convey things far past their occurance. Do not do so lightly," the man advised, without turning away from his reading material.

With so much idle time in his hands, Silver had been picking up on Espio's habit of training. Except in his case, it was more of training his nimbleness by having the stadium training machine throw random objects at him while he trained. He got a little too into it, though, that he started using his psychokinesis and started throwing back the objects at the machine, causing it to give a spark.

"Ack!"

The machine hurled one more random object, which happened to be a teacup, before breaking down, and with his concentration broken at the accident, the teacup whammed right into his face before Silver could avoid it.

Silver wasn't good at this training business...

Frank... wasn't sure what he was seeing. Sure, the word psychic came to mind, but like any kind of "magic" that was just a load of bologna. Wasn't it? There had to be a more reasonable explanation. But why would this guy waste good money on special effects when he was alone?

Moreover, how was Frank going to convince anyone these shots weren't photoshopped?

That was a difficult question to answer, Frank. Not that Silver would know in the first place.

He realized he wasn't alone when he recovered from the hit, rubbing the spot the teacup hit as he straightened up.

"Can I help you?" He asked, not realizing his training had been photographed.

Well, it was only a matter of time before Frank was noticed. At least this guy wasn't attacking him. Yet.

"Yeah. Mind tellin' me what you were doing out there? If I didn't know any better I'd say it was magic."

Silver's never the one to start the fight. Unless you happen to be in his way during a mission.

"I was practicing." Silver replied. Training sounded too much for him. "My power is Psychokinesis. Moving things with the mind."

To demonstrate, he activated his powers, glowing in faint cyan color as he gestured towards a block that was on the ground in a distance. The block was surrounded in the same cyan light and floated up into the air.

Cammy, as usual, was using her free time to train. If Frank happened to catch a picture of her during this time, it was probably in the midst of her practicing this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKLyfI4D3C4) attack on the sandbag (dressed much more modestly in tank top and sweatpants, however).

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Say Cheese!

pfffft I cannot draw so I will write this shit out, October 4

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v68/KitaraChan/Art/creepwest.png fixed

Perfect!

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I wasn't going to colour this but THINGS GOT OUTTA HAND...

that's bad, go back and do it again

Oct four. Sob I can't draw the other pokemon, but pretend they are there?

AWW ;w; so cute

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Oct 3rd, 7 pm

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Oct 5, afternoon, I am being stupid with draws lately

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oct 6