Set One: Character Profiles

So, Cassie Clare is holding an open Clockwork Angel art competition with the prize being one ARC of Clockwork Prince (!!!). My friends and I took this as an excuse to dress up in fun costumes and take ridiculous pictures. Here is the product: three sets of photographs depicting us cosplaying as five characters from Clockwork Angel. Set One is character profiles; Set Two is character reactions if they ever were to get their hands on a copy of Clockwork Angel; Set Three is various moments from or based on the book, and even one a moment from a teaser for Clockwork Prince.

Without further ado, please enjoy our final product!

Tessa Escapes Into a Book

Will Contemplates

Jem's Deathly Remedy

Jessamine and Her Parasol

Nate the Gambler

Set Two: Character Reactions Upon Reading Clockwork Angel

Tessa's Reaction

Will's Reaction

Jem's Reaction

Jessamine's Reaction

Nate's Reaction

Set Three: Moments

A Tough Decision

The Love Triangle

The Tale of Six-Fingered Nigel

A Sympathetic Ear

Shadowhunter Family Portrait

A Familiar Pose

Jem Loses His Temper

"Breeding a Race of Cannibal Ducks"

Flirtation

Accusation

Consolation

 We hope you enjoyed viewing our pictures at least nearly as much as we enjoyed creating them. Our last picture is a fun one we just couldn't leave out....

The AP Spanish Test

The day after the Spanish AP test, Damon and I wrote a little celebratory poem, and I just got around to posting it now. Enjoy.

In the Midst of APs 

Here we are, we have succeeded,

To pancakes and candy we have been treated,

We worried and sweated

And foolishly fretted,

Keeping up a steady whine,

But in the end we were fine.

The truth is we're not quite finished yet

To next Wednesday our sights we must set

Two more tests we must face

Let's study in case

There's a chance we can pass

But my resolve's fragile as glass

What you have said is true,

And I admit that with rue,

However the hardest is done,

Now is time for a little fun,

Because this is a great chance,

To calm, relax, and "dance."

Your optimism disgusts me

I'm full of distrust, see

My knowledge isn't enough

I really don't know my stuff

I sit back with a sigh

At least I can try

That's all you can do,

So please, don't you stew,

You have a fine brain,

As right as rain,

Fast as five Mac's

And full of facts.

I suppose that you're right

Pass these tests, I just might

But we'll just have to wait

Until that far-off July date

When the grades come

It's not going to be fun.

Peculiar Deaths

Today's poem! This one started because Damon was avoiding chemistry work, which apparently had something to do with a man by the first name of Charles, so he decided to write a poem about the guy instead of do the chemistry work. The stanzas are mostly unrelated, but these actually maintain a similar rhyme scheme, so that's nice. They're pretty entertaining to read aloud. We could not figure out what to call it...ideas would be appreciated. :) For now I'll have a stand-in title. Once again, I'm purple and Damon is green.

Collections of Stanzas Discussing Death

Charles, Charles, always such a fry,

So sad that he just had to die, 

His mother always warned him of the drugs,

And now his body is eaten by bugs.

Death in a most original way

I looked up in fear, watched the books sway

Thousands of stories, piled up high

But I suppose death by books is a good way to die

And what about Brooke?

You know she loved books,

But to sharks she was prey,

When she drowned in the bay.

Okay, I admit I should have seen it coming

But right now I need to focus on running

They always say "let sleeping dragons lie"

But I'm a dare-devil, so today's when I die

I know not why you have to be so,

As high-strung as a crossbow,

But when you do things such as that,

I feel we need to sit and have a small chat!

We're stuck in this hole, there's no way out

No one can hear us, although we both shout

So now it appears we've met our end

But the question is, who will eat their friend?

First Poem- House of Cards

So, now that Damon and I have successfully concoted two back-and-forth style poems, we thought it'd be fun to put them up on a blog so you guys could read them if you like.

Here's the first one we did, titled "House of Cards". It started with me writing a poem in math class, and in Spanish I passed it to Damon. He responded with two four-line stanzas, and it went on from there. The rhyme scheme jumps around, but I was excited by how it turned out. Purple represents my writing, and green Damon's.

House of Cards

This careful balance is a house of cards

Every move's a danger, we must keep our guard

I'm not sure how much longer I can live vicariously

Trapped in a state of uncertainty

How much higher will you stack the cards?

Everything's fine, you're making this too hard

But I can't pull back your hand, it's far too late

Any quick movement could be your last mistake

You know the time's past to change your mind 

So you pretend that everything is fine

Come on, we both know this is how we'll die

You know I know, so you might as well explain why

The cards, they wobble as you remove your hand

As our eyes meet, I can tell you understand

You lean forward; I want to look away

But now that it's over I find that I can stay

Your fist hits our precarious structure

As each card falls, I feel my heart rupture

Blood seeps through my clothes, through yours

We grasps hands and close the final door

Part 2

Why a house made out of cards?

It seems a little unnerving,

That this all has to be so hard

When my resolve for you is unwavering

Why don't we start this all anew? 

Switch cards for strong bricks

To always support you,

When nothing else will do the fix

But you've spent so long building

Our house out of thin little strings

To take it down one by one could be difficult

What horror a collapse could bring!

I trusted you to take care of us

And I trust you to this day

If this path was always our destiny

They from me there will be no dismay

If collapse is what we wish not of

Then bad, would be a house of strands!

This, my peace offer, my dove

A strong base of my bare hands

Better for which to start your trust,

On a foundation as of stone

I believe and agree you must,

That life is faced better, when not alone