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Vinyl Scratch - Noire by Zedrin Vinyl Scratch - Noire by Zedrin
Vinyl finally makes her appearance.

She works as a radio host and DJ, reporting on a spot of news here and there but otherwise broadcasting jazz and swing. Hence the coat and tie.

Follow Ask Mafia Octavia on Tumblr!
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trashtula Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Is it ok if I use this as my user icon?
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Zedrin Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Professional Filmographer
sure.
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trashtula Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Thanks!
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stickman00 Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012
Now I'm Imagining Vinyl with an old timey voice
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TomFraggle Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2012
Looks great: :thumbsup:
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ZeroZi Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2012
OMC she looks awesome!!!
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EagleSpartan888 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Love the atmosphere!

Nice job!
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spidermaster14 Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2012
Open suit coat with a pink tie. Gaw I want to see that next to Tavi now.
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DeJiKo07 Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2012
By seeing this, the LA Noire soundtrack plays in my mind.

Vinyl Scratch cantered down the lonely lane. Soft showers washing against her pristine white coat......
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Engrishman Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2012
It was a dark night. Real dark and night-time-ish. The city lights shone down like mayonnaise off the giant cheese hoagie of a city gone bad. I felt the cold breeze of a dark stare from just behind my right flank, and turned my head to see the dark damsel Octavia herself. Staring me in the eye like a predator about to catch her prey. And me without a Chris Hansen anywhere in town to rescue me and tell her to have a seat right over there.

I raised my eyebrow at the coal-maned diva with a coat the color of the grayest stormy sky, and knew in an instant what I had to do. It was anypony's guess as to whether I'd survive the night, but I had to do it.

I had to woo her with my bittersweet song. A siren melody of dubsteps, cold-hearted love, bittersweet melody, and above all else, LOTS OF WUBS. Hell, if I was good enough, maybe she'd even let me clean her dishes with them.
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