Picture Frame - [RP]

Luna
"Oh hi! I'm Luna,, I came from the art gallery."

Nicolette steps out of the gallery. She sits on the cold grass. "I feel so free!!"

"I figured. I'm Lizzy, and this is Nicolette," she said. Lizzy stepped out of the gate. She felt a slight breeze as if a ghost just went by her. "We need a flashlight.."

"What is that?" Nicolette asked curiously. She was clueless about the human world.

"I'm not so sure.. I only know how it looks like and that it shows off a very bright light," Lizzy replied.

Luna
I went back inside the gallery and went into the owner's desk.
Hmm, shiny.. There!
I grabbed the flashlight with my hands
"I found one!" I said as I was going outside

((Sorry I totally forgot I joined))

Annabelle was feeling inspired. She went and sat by her desk she was drawing a little picture. She hoped someday she would be able to be a famous artist, like the ones in the art museum she hoped but it wasn't that likely a little girl like her would be able to do that. She was only 12. She drew a pretty butterfly with purple and yellow wings shimmering.

Nicolette felt lost inbetween the humans.

"Nice! Nicolette, we got a flashlight!" Hopefully we'll be able to see throughout the dark skies.

Nicolette takes a flashlight and turns it on. She stands up and wanders off.

Lizzy follows Nicolette. She saw a small village up ahead. "Hey, look!" she pointed at the village.

Lana

''you've been set free'' a god like voice said to me as my legs sticked out of the picture frame.Lana fell on her knees and looked up.Her sight was blurry and as she got up she almost fell.She saw a few other people up ahead and she decided to call after them ''h-hello'' she stuttered.

Nicolette approaches into a house. "I assume you are a human! Lets be friends!" She said, cheerfully.

Lizzy turned back and saw a girl with red hair. "Hi!" she said.

Nicolette looked at the human who looked disturbed. "Hello human! My name is Nicolette! Lets be friends!" She said, very enthusiastically. The girl shook her head and ran to her house. "MOMMY!!" She yelled. "No, Nicolette, my name is Nicolette." She said to the confused girl. "MY NAME IS NICOLETTE!!!" She said to the girl. Humans are so annoying. She thought, with her finger on her smile which started fading away after the girl left and was now on her mother's arms. What did I do wrong?

Hmm, what was that? Mirage looked around her and stretched, glad to be able to- Wait. Did I actually just do that? Yes, she was moving. She was really moving. Carefully, carefully, she stepped... Right out of the painting.

Nicolette was on her knees. "I guess I'll just stick as a loner.." She said, one tear comming down from her eye. The sun starts to rise and Nicolette slowly makes her way to the gallery.

Lucy looked around and peeled off her frame. She fell face plant on the ground. "Why does my frame have to be so high?" She got up and saw some girls. "Time to go already?" The door clicked. "Uh oh. People are coming."

Mona

I hear a quite voice "you are no longer trapped."
Huh? It sounds like no other voice I have heard before. I strain to see through my painting to the outside world, then suddenly: THUMP. My face stings, my whole body stings. I am sprawled in a bristly carpet.

I have fallen out of my painting.

She looked at a girl nearbye. "Hai! Im Lucy. You ok?" She walked over and smiled.

Lizzy heard others falling out of their painting. She turned back and ran to them. "Are you guys okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. Nice to meet u! Im Lucy." She smiled. and shook hands. "It feels so good to be out in the air instead of stairing at that campbell soup painting over there since 1540.

Mirage walked on unsteady feet, trying to get used to movement. Somehow the world seemed bright and unnatural through her eyes, and she could hardly bear looking at the electric lights.

Mona

"What? I, I......." says a voice. Wait, that's my voice. I have never heard my voice before. I stand up on wobbly legs. I look around the room. There are a few shadowy girls, and some empty canvases. Are they ghosts? I think. The strange voice is in my head again. No, they are not ghosts, they are merely inspiration come to life.

Lucy dropped to the floor and stood up again. "My legs keep wobbling." She stared at her legs annoyed.