Urban Style - a tale of two figures built from nothing

 

Meet Dawn and Jess.  Dawg is a college history professor and Jess is a translator and speaks six languages.  Dawg has been around for a while now, but Jess is a new addition today.  At first I wanted her some massive stylish trainers (massive as in large, not 'massively stylish'), but I dunno...the giant comedy fists and feet are nice, and all '3a-ish'.

Oh, and while everyone (me included) are shouting about the new Phicen bodies, this el-cheapo VC clone body is probably the best body I've ever played with in recent times.  Its so very pose-able, fun to play with and very sturdy and balance-able. 

 

 

 

What do Dawg and Jess have in common, aside from appearing here together and wearing their coats all urban and dangerous like 'yoofs"?

I'll tell you.  They were both made from scrap parts entirely.  Nothing purchased at all.

Dawg is a WWE head I got in a trade, his coat is unused from a climbing set.  pants are action man from a jumble sale, jewellery is my mum's cast offs, and the sneaks and bandanna are long time residents of the spares box.  The no-name AA body was spare after someone else got an upgrade.

Jess is a Eastar Toys head that'd been sitting on my desk spare for a long time, on a VC clone body (the original owner of that body had received an upgrade).  hands and feet are phicen male spares, leggings were custom made by Gwen St.Clair for something else and the hat, hoodie and coat are all spare items that had been around for a LONG time.  Jewellery from the same source.

The moral of the story - check the bits boxes and the spare parts that are lurking at the bottom of drawers.  I upgraded figures today using Phicen bodies and expensive parts, but I really really love these two built from nothing. 

     

Some of the lesser spotted Triad custom figures.  All have had bodywork done, some have received repaints/reroots and other customisation.  All based on the Triad Otaku figure

 

 

 

Mancini

 

 

 

 

The Duchess

Liv

 

 

 

Lola

 

 

 

 

Maeve Sunrise-Starr

Thanks to my friend Adam who gave me the inspiration for this fanfic.  I don't normally do fanfic, but I so wanted to see Evangelin meet Judge Dredd for once.  So I dropped her down temporarily into his universe:

“Unlawful carnal contact with a federal Judge is six months in the cubes”

Evangelin turned her back on him and rubbed the socket under the eye-patch.

“I didn’t say I was going to kiss you”, she replied, “I said ‘sometimes I would like to.’ Besides, it’s hardly easy for us to kiss, with you wearing that helmet and me this respirator.”

“The city compensated you for the accident well enough.”

“Yes,” she nodded, “so they did.  And being the head of citidef at Barack Obama block is a challenge in its own right.”

“What do you know about the bite fight that happened the other night?”

“All I know is that it relieves the tension in this damn place, tension that otherwise would end up in thousands getting hurt, possibly killed.  I don’t know who’s behind it.”

“Come off it, Marley”, he snapped, “I don’t believe that.  You probably set it up yourself!”

“Fine.  Believe what you want.  Or try the damn lie detector.  You’re dying to, I can tell!”

“You were a judge.  You of all people know that can be bypassed.”

“As do you.  It depends on which questions you’re asking.  And you’re not asking the right ones, Dredd.  Isn’t this what they taught us at the academy?  The needs of the many, and all that?  This bite fight night certainly fills a need.”

“Hardly a decision worthy of a judge who I once respected.  Organising bite fights that currently have 45 citizens dead.”

“Former Judge”, she corrected, “and you keep saying that you respect me only makes me want to kiss you more.  Ever wondered what it feels like, Joe?  To have a woman’s touch”

“No,” he said firmly, “and you’re walking a fine tightrope, Marley.  Watch you don’t slip.  You’re close to doin time.  If I find out you’ve been lying to me about this bite pit…”

“Then you won’t cover for me next time like you just did then; by asking the wrong questions?  Admit it, Joe.  You feel the same way as me.  Barack Obama block is quiet because the people have a way to release their tensions.”

“My feelings , or yours, aren’t important.  It’s against the law.  As a former judge, I would fully expect you to tell the truth to a fellow judge.  You were granted respect this time.”

He stared at her for a long time, and she started right back at him with her one good eye.   

“Finally she spoke,

“There’s more than one way to kiss someone, Dredd.  Without touching them.  Perhaps if I told you that my brief time riding with you were the best times of my life….being a street judge and knowing you were around made the city feel somehow special.  It had a warmth that it doesn’t seem to have now.  I know you would never be intimate with me, and I wouldn’t want that.  But those days…they were special.  And that’s partly because of you, Joe”

“No doubt the Justice department misses your contribution too, Marley.  You were a good Judge.  Don’t ruin that good name now.  I won’t be as lenient in the future.”

“And I won’t be as careless in the future” she said under her breath, but he had gone through the door.”

Her wounded lung took a deep breath of oxygen as she stood in her office and surveyed his departing form.  It would almost be worth the six months in the cubes to kiss him, and see the reaction on that stoney face.  Not that she would do it to him.  He respected her, at least he’d said as much.  And so few of them gave him cause to respect them these days.  The speaker suddenly trilled.

“Commander Marley to the promenade on level 240 please.  Leaper alert.”    

The Ballad of Bobbie-May

 

Life of Lol: The Ballad of Bobbie-May.  Coming soon.

 

 

Oh listen to the ballad of Bobbie May
She married an ornery fella
He beat her black and he beat her blue
Cos he were nothin but yeller

 

But Bobbie-May Moses was a loyal one
And she were a real good wife
Till one day she killed him with a ten pound hammer
And now she's doin twenty to life

 

So treat your woman good as gold
Don't let her go to waste
She might just go and get that hammer
And smash your skull to paste.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Lord knows who the hell keeps putting them young uns in Bobbie-May's belly, but it sure in hell ain't me" - Jebediah Moses, Bobbie-May's fourth husband

 

 

 

 

 

Curly.

 

They hid the world, you see.  When they came to destroy it, the ones who'd built it hid it.  Only the one known as P16, or "Pig" knew where it was hidden.  Pig's best friend Curly had it.  She had the world safe.  It was in her bloodstream, hidden by the red and the white blood cells, secreted there for wwhen it was safe to come out.  Curly would take care of it. 

All characters and concepts copyright Andrew.R.Birch 2017
The Ballad of Bobbie-May-Moses is copyright Andrew R Birch 2012-2017

The Captured Scout. 

Lt Commander T'Pax

“You smiled”

“I did not”

 

“Yes you did.  You smiled with your eyes.  You have this little twitch.  You’re doing it now”

 

“I am not.”

 

“I can see your eyes.  I saw them at the academy.  They all thought you were cold as ice.  I know different”

 

She exhaled deeply,

“The academy was… pleasant.  And somewhat fortuitous timing for me.  But we both have our duties, Captain.”

 

“Of course, Commander.  I wouldn’t suggest otherwise, least of all that we …you know”

 

She nodded her agreement.

 

“All the same, it’s good to know I have you as my science officer.  I wouldn’t want anyone else”

 

“There are many more qualified than I” she said.

 

“But none of them have that smile of yours”, he said.  Suddenly, his communicator beeped, and bidding a quick farewell, he was gone.

 

She had noted the boyish grin he still had, despite his graying hair.  Humans could be so illogical at times.  Philips was an excellent  Captain, though he did have a tendency for emotion at times.   For a moment, she cast her mind back to their time on earth together.  It had indeed been pleasant.  The young cadets had been companions, despite a somewhat rocky start to their friendship.  Friendship.  That was not entirely the correct word, she chided herself.  But it would have to do.  Exhaling deeply and straightening her uniform, she went about her duties. 

 

 

The Listener and her handler

She listens for the clicks and whistles in the hulks, as they drift aimlessly through space. 

She is a repainted SSC Amidala head, DiD headphones, Cadrat radio sets and batteries, 3a outfit, DiD boots, Flirty Girl body with custom tattoos and triad Otaku feet for stability, Hot Toys Loki leg shackles, scratchbuilt wrist locks.

The handler is a 3a ten finger gang robot.


AQnd yes, I know the photos are rubbish, but they're taken with a Samsung Galaxy S3, as my camera memory card fell apart at the start of the shoot.