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Published: 2016-09-12 21:57:01 +0000 UTC; Views: 1120; Favourites: 11; Downloads: 0
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Was working on an animation for PLAY Expo 2016 and came up with this render.3DS Max
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Lara tucks the gold wristwatch into the front pocket of her jeans and follows the winding street. It is quiet, and a heavy sense of desolation lies over Paris; little wonder, with a murderer on the loose, having everyone cowering indoors and behind shuttered windows and bolted doors. A breeze picks up a few dried leaves, scattering them across the pavement. She can smell old diesel fumes and the mustiness of the dirty streets, crawling with dead weeds. About as appealing as an old boot, or a tomb full of sand and loneliness...
A sudden rumbling of a motorcycle engine draws her attention and she edges forward, peering down the alley across the street. A single light, round and white like an eyeball, gleams in the shadows. The engine growls as the motorcycle and it comes rushing out the alley, tires screeching, coming up alongside her. Lara's brows fly up on her forehead as she looks over the rim of her shades at the young man, grinning cheekily up at her.
"Need a ride, ma'am?" he asks with the perfect amount of gentlemanliness and coy; his confidant bravado pulls the corner of Lara's lip into a smile.
"If you're offering, stranger," she answers, matching his tone, and slides behind him onto the scarred leather seat. "Is this so you can keep a closer eye on me?" He grabs one her arms and wraps it around his waist, pulling her unnecessarily close to him, wordlessly answering her inquiry. Lara can smell the subtle musk on him - dark masculinity mixed with sweat and dulled cologne. It's invigorating.
"Have a name?" she asks. The cloth of his shirt is soft under her hands.
"Kurtis. Yours? Or should I just call you "Miss I'm-Interfering-In-Business-That-Isn't-Mine"?" he glances back, one blue eye narrowed.
"Take me to the Louvre first," she breathes into his ear. Gooseflesh visibly ripples up his arms. "If I like what I see, then maybe I'll answers your questions."
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Love it haha!
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Thank you! Your render was totally asking for it
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