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So I decided to make a twin sister of Jimmy. What do you think, do they look alike? :)
The little orphan Jamie (to the left) is a Penny Precious with a trimmed PuPe scalp. Jimmy (to the right) has also translucent faceplates and a PuPe scalp.
The Big Block Camper Special. Shot October '14. Lime from top right, red bounced behind off the cars behind the camera. And full moon. 500 seconds, on the dot.
These pictures show some of the process of shaving my prisoner's scalp. Another view: www.flickr.com/photos/ted_shepherd/41703237660/in/datepos...
Exercise Ample Strike in September 2016 was apparently the first time the US Air Force Reserve Command (AFRC) had deployed two different types of heavy bomber under the same operating wing - the 307th BW. One of them, B-52H 60-0038/BD aka "SCALP 99" is seen departing RAF Fairford for a mission on a very grey Sept morning.
The pair of pocket walkers bounded across the desolate, barren terrain of the Jixuan Desert, humming excitedly as it traversed both stone and sand. The stout little walker's servomotors whined as its on-board dampeners cushioned each energized step. Ax glanced over at Seven, and grinned.
Seven was perched atop his own walker, scalp feathers slicked back under his tightly-affixed goggles against the wind as they hurried along, his DC-15 blaster rifle slung over his left shoulder pauldron. “Spice is a highly unstable, reactive substance,” he announced over the racket of the walkers. “Utilizing these... modes of conveyance may not have been wise. Where exactly were you keeping these?”
“Cargo Hold Three,” Ax replied happily, adjusting his own goggles. “I stole 'em off a pair of Devaronian bounty hunters who cheated me at sabaac.” He eyed his data reader on his gauntlet. “Ten degrees southwest.”
“Not that I am complaining,” Seven continued as he veered his walker southwest. “I just assumed stealth was part of our mission; we seem to be awfully conspicuous. Perhaps a local speeder would have been more practical.”
Ax grinned again. “And miss an opportunity like this? We can adjust velocity on our way back., and I've just been itching to give these a rip.”
The sun was setting on the southern hemisphere of Ryloth and the humid, dusty air was cooling rapidly. Sunlight penetrated through thick orange cumulus clouds, giving the sky a soft, almost ethereal golden glow. Further southwest, large kuwa birds launched themselves up into the atmosphere from a jutting precipice that cast lengthening shadows over the remains of a small gathering of scorched, decaying gray hut-like structures.
Something stark-white glinted in the evening citrus-colored sky just outside the small village, and Ax reached for his macrobinoculars.
“Our contact informed me that the village was abandoned during the Clone Wars,” Seven stated evenly, glancing at his controls. “These readings indicate the presence of Imperial stormtroopers, judging by the their pairings and movements. Q'rossa will not be easy to reach.”
“Blast,” Ax replied, surveying their surroundings. “Head for that rock outcropping on the south-side of the perimeter. We'll sneak in from there.”
They veered their walkers further south and slowed. As the sun continued to drop below the horizon, Ax found himself grateful for the thick durasteel chestplate he wore over his ship's coveralls keeping him warm. Acquired in his teenage years on Bakura, the chest plate was forged for him by a local blacksmith who specialized in upgraded, antique-looking armor.
By the time they reached the outcropping, it was almost dark. They nestled their walkers between two large stone formations and readied their weapons. While Seven hefted his DC-15 and checked the scope, Ax unslung his twin Blastech DL-22 blaster pistols from the sides of his chestplate and switched off the safeties. He pointed them at the smooth cliff face behind them and checked the sights. Satisfied, he turned his attention to the village outskirts.
Seven had already taken up stance behind Ax, in a classic cover formation, rifle at the ready. “Our contact stated that he would be in hut marked with a red-painted slash over the door controls.” He scanned the huts closest to their location, and found nothing. “We will have to tread carefully; I will cover you.”
“What burns me, “Ax whispered, “is if the village is abandoned, why in the blazes are stormtroopers guarding it?”
“I believe they are not guarding anything, but rather searching. Perhaps our contact is not as innocent as he makes himself out to be.”
They slunk towards the circumference of the abandoned village, scanning the surrounding terrain for snipers or lookouts. Ax could feel his heart racing as they tip-toed along, swinging their weapons from side to side. He knew his partner was composed; whatever species he was, and admittedly even Seven did not hold that knowledge, he seemed to handle high-level stress situations with remarkable indifference.
The perimeter of the village was discreetly marked; save for a few scattered, damaged moisture vaporators. Just before crossing the plane, Seven spotted a motion sensor mounted discreetly to one vaporator and shouted, “don't move!”
But it was too late. Ax crossed through the perimeter and sensor alarms shattered the evening peace.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Had to call her sally as she just reminded me of Charlie Browns sister - I'll need to find her a pale blue dress...
My first attempt at a ducky lip .. and I managed to find a home for this unruly saffy scalp which I thought I was going to trash...so glad I did'nt
(Rubbish photos as it just will not stop raining -chickens are building an ark in the greenhouse.....)
edna, you like baseball, right?
sure, stanley. why?
I picked up some great seats at the ball park!
you got tickets? how exciting!
well, not tickets.
no?
no. they're, uh, seats. I found them inside a crate. on the ground. sort of.
what?
yeah, so I, uh, you know, picked them up. and, uh, put them in the, you know, car.
you stole stadium seats?
I, uh, well. . . yeah! I thought they would, you know, uh, match your eyes!
really? oh stanley! that is so thoughtful!
it is? I mean, thanks! anything for you, edna.
"Is it a scalp?" asked a man as I was shooting this. "No...Well I'm not sure, actually," I said. "It might be a scarf," I added. "Well which is it?" he asked again, more forcefully.
Dude, I'm not a doctor, dammit.
The Scalp is a narrow glacial valley located on the Western side of Barnislingan Hill in the Dublin mountains. The name is derived from the Irish An Scailp meaning The Chasm. It is an apt description for this steep and sometimes vertical landscape of rock and forest.
Samuel Lewis described it well in his 1837 Topographical Dictionary of Ireland -
"A deep natural chasm in the mountain, forming a defile with lofty and shelving ramparts on each side, from which large detached masses of granite many tons of weight have fallen, on each side large masses of detached rock are heaped together in wild confusion, apparently arrested in their descent, and threatening at every moment to crush the traveller by their fall"
HTMT
I did a wefted reroot for WarmLeatherette, and trimed the hair so she wasn't tripping over it. Wefts are a little tricky to finish so that you don't see the "weft"; sewn bit thruogh the hair, mohair wefts are easier but this tuned out OK. :)
Chosen as the group icon in the Nature Imagery Group for December, 2014--Thanks so much
*This image was purchased by an exclusive British textile group that provides upscale fabrics to the decorating industry*
-for some reason this one appeals to my "artsy" nature--hope you'll like it too.
This bird has one of the strangest heads I've ever seen--he looks like he has oranges growing out of his scalp--but these are some of the most beautiful feathers I've seen in a long time--living tapestry!
Just wanted to document how I fixed Hope's scalp before the mohair was rerooted...I sewed it and added a bit of E6000. She will be getting a side part so this will just "blend in and hide" once the reroot is done. :)
PS Sorry these pics are from a week ago..... I have been uber busy helping my hubby with a big event he had at his shop last weekend (which included a house full of people). Now that is over and done with I am doing some serious catching up. Eek!
Can someone enlight us? her hair is as black as LL, it was not removed or dyed , and the make up pf the owner doll was just like LL...who's scalp is it???we thought it would be MMS, but that one is not so black....
This doll was Iskah's Bday present from all clan Malaga, she was an sbl skate date, and now she's the misterious hibrid....
She was made at her house with her MSC, since i'm sooo out of it and already waiting for more than a month for 2 MSC orders and 1 of testors dullcote...ARGH!