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character: emilia_(re:zero), alisa_mikhailovna_kujou split screen, 2girls, boxing ring, boxing gloves, sports bra, boxing shorts, sweaty, blood, blood on face, bleeding, nosebleed, bruise, blood on body, exhausted, tired, half-closed eyes, pout, dirty, old, pub, crowd, cheering, throwing money, cash, holding money, from front, 3/4 view, cowboy shot, upper body, long hair, silver hair, white hair, purple eyes, blue eyes, ahoge, hair between eyes, crossed bangs, hair ornament, flower hair ornament, hair ribbon, braid, crown braid, fighting stance, fists up, clenched hands, red boxing gloves, blue boxing gloves, muscular female, toned, medium breasts, sweaty skin, looking at viewer, serious, no smile, stern, split-screen composition, Two vertical panels divided by a hard black seam down the exact center of the frame, a versus layout; both figures framed from the waist up, seen from the front in a three-quarter perspective, the camera set slightly below chest height so each body towers a little over the viewer and the ropes cut the lower edge. LEFT PANEL: the silver-haired girl with the long straight hair and the single braid looped across her crown with a white flower tucked where the braid crosses, purple eyes behind damp strands, stands square at the center of the ring in a blue and black sports bra with matching loose baggy boxing shorts, blue boxing gloves raised in a tight guard at cheek height, her right glove pressed to her own jaw, her left forearm braced across her ribs; sweat beads at her temple, a thin streak of blood runs from her hairline down past her eyebrow, her lower lip is split and swollen, a purple bruise spreads under one eye. RIGHT PANEL: the silver-haired girl with the ahoge springing up from the part, crossed bangs falling between her blue eyes, stands at the ring's center in a black, purple and white sports bra with matching baggy shorts, red gloves up in an orthodox guard, chin tucked behind her knuckles, elbows in; a band of blood smeared across her cheekbone, blood drying in the corner of her mouth, her left eye half shut from swelling, tape on her knuckles showing through the glove cuff. Both bodies sag from exhaustion โ€” shoulders dropped, weight settled back into the rear hip rather than balanced forward, chests heaving, hair stuck flat to their collarbones and temples โ€” and both jaws are set hard, brows drawn, mouths flat and unsmiling, eyes fixed straight at the viewer with a stubborn, drained defiance that says they are ready for the next round and hate that they are. Behind them the old pub boxing ring is worn to the wood: the canvas grey-brown and stained, the ropes frayed and slack, the corner post peeling paint. Beyond the ropes the pub crowd presses in shoulder to shoulder on three sides, faces lit and open-mouthed, arms up; banknotes flutter down over the ring apron and lie scattered on the canvas, some still in mid-air above the ropes caught by the motion of the throw. The only light is the single hard overhead ring lamp in each panel, spilling a cone down onto each fighter, hot white on her shoulders and the tops of her gloves while the faces stay half in shadow; beyond the light the pub falls into an absolute dark brown gloom, and the crowd is lit only where the spill catches raised cheeks and fists. In the left panel the light falls from upper left, in the right from upper right, so each fighter's shadow is thrown down and away onto the canvas behind her, and the flung money glints briefly white where it crosses the beam. Palette is a narrow, grimy one โ€” scuffed blue and black, black, purple and white, red leather, and the yellowed beige of old money and old wood. The sweat on their skin is the brightest texture in the frame, catching the lamp in fine broken highlights, and the blood on the canvas below them has been walked through and smeared into the grain of it. Ugly, defiant, electric.
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emilia (re:zero), alya kujou with silver hair both wear sports bras and baggy boxing shorts matching their bras and boxing gloves , old and dirty boxing ring,both are at the center of the ring,split screen, both look weak and tired,old pub,crowd cheering and throwing cash,,,sexy,best quality, only upper body, alya have her fists up,alya wears a blue and black sports bra and emilia wears a black purple and white one,both are very bloody and beaten up, sexy,we see them from infront ,noone smiles,alya has her fists up,both smiles ready,3/4 perspective
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character: emilia_(re:zero), alisa_mikhailovna_kujou split screen, 2girls, boxing ring, boxing gloves, sports bra, boxing shorts, sweaty, blood, blood on face, bleeding, nosebleed, bruise, blood on body, exhausted, tired, half-closed eyes, pout, dirty, old, pub, crowd, cheering, throwing money, cash, holding money, from front, 3/4 view, cowboy shot, upper body, long hair, silver hair, white hair, purple eyes, blue eyes, ahoge, hair between eyes, crossed bangs, hair ornament, flower hair ornament, hair ribbon, braid, crown braid, fighting stance, fists up, clenched hands, red boxing gloves, blue boxing gloves, muscular female, toned, medium breasts, sweaty skin, looking at viewer, serious, no smile, stern, split-screen composition, Two vertical panels divided by a hard black seam down the exact center of the frame, a versus layout; both figures framed from the waist up, seen from the front in a three-quarter perspective, the camera set slightly below chest height so each body towers a little over the viewer and the ropes cut the lower edge. LEFT PANEL: the silver-haired girl with the long straight hair and the single braid looped across her crown with a white flower tucked where the braid crosses, purple eyes behind damp strands, stands square at the center of the ring in a blue and black sports bra with matching loose baggy boxing shorts, blue boxing gloves raised in a tight guard at cheek height, her right glove pressed to her own jaw, her left forearm braced across her ribs; sweat beads at her temple, a thin streak of blood runs from her hairline down past her eyebrow, her lower lip is split and swollen, a purple bruise spreads under one eye. RIGHT PANEL: the silver-haired girl with the ahoge springing up from the part, crossed bangs falling between her blue eyes, stands at the ring's center in a black, purple and white sports bra with matching baggy shorts, red gloves up in an orthodox guard, chin tucked behind her knuckles, elbows in; a band of blood smeared across her cheekbone, blood drying in the corner of her mouth, her left eye half shut from swelling, tape on her knuckles showing through the glove cuff. Both bodies sag from exhaustion โ€” shoulders dropped, weight settled back into the rear hip rather than balanced forward, chests heaving, hair stuck flat to their collarbones and temples โ€” and both jaws are set hard, brows drawn, mouths flat and unsmiling, eyes fixed straight at the viewer with a stubborn, drained defiance that says they are ready for the next round and hate that they are. Behind them the old pub boxing ring is worn to the wood: the canvas grey-brown and stained, the ropes frayed and slack, the corner post peeling paint. Beyond the ropes the pub crowd presses in shoulder to shoulder on three sides, faces lit and open-mouthed, arms up; banknotes flutter down over the ring apron and lie scattered on the canvas, some still in mid-air above the ropes caught by the motion of the throw. The only light is the single hard overhead ring lamp in each panel, spilling a cone down onto each fighter, hot white on her shoulders and the tops of her gloves while the faces stay half in shadow; beyond the light the pub falls into an absolute dark brown gloom, and the crowd is lit only where the spill catches raised cheeks and fists. In the left panel the light falls from upper left, in the right from upper right, so each fighter's shadow is thrown down and away onto the canvas behind her, and the flung money glints briefly white where it crosses the beam. Palette is a narrow, grimy one โ€” scuffed blue and black, black, purple and white, red leather, and the yellowed beige of old money and old wood. The sweat on their skin is the brightest texture in the frame, catching the lamp in fine broken highlights, and the blood on the canvas below them has been walked through and smeared into the grain of it. Ugly, defiant, electric.
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character: emilia_(re:zero), alisa_mikhailovna_kujou split screen, 2girls, boxing ring, boxing gloves, sports bra, boxing shorts, sweaty, blood, blood on face, bleeding, nosebleed, bruise, blood on body, exhausted, tired, half-closed eyes, pout, dirty, old, pub, crowd, cheering, throwing money, cash, holding money, from front, 3/4 view, cowboy shot, upper body, long hair, silver hair, white hair, purple eyes, blue eyes, ahoge, hair between eyes, crossed bangs, hair ornament, flower hair ornament, hair ribbon, braid, crown braid, fighting stance, fists up, clenched hands, red boxing gloves, blue boxing gloves, muscular female, toned, medium breasts, sweaty skin, looking at viewer, serious, no smile, stern, split-screen composition, Two vertical panels divided by a hard black seam down the exact center of the frame, a versus layout; both figures framed from the waist up, seen from the front in a three-quarter perspective, the camera set slightly below chest height so each body towers a little over the viewer and the ropes cut the lower edge. LEFT PANEL: the silver-haired girl with the long straight hair and the single braid looped across her crown with a white flower tucked where the braid crosses, purple eyes behind damp strands, stands square at the center of the ring in a blue and black sports bra with matching loose baggy boxing shorts, blue boxing gloves raised in a tight guard at cheek height, her right glove pressed to her own jaw, her left forearm braced across her ribs; sweat beads at her temple, a thin streak of blood runs from her hairline down past her eyebrow, her lower lip is split and swollen, a purple bruise spreads under one eye. RIGHT PANEL: the silver-haired girl with the ahoge springing up from the part, crossed bangs falling between her blue eyes, stands at the ring's center in a black, purple and white sports bra with matching baggy shorts, red gloves up in an orthodox guard, chin tucked behind her knuckles, elbows in; a band of blood smeared across her cheekbone, blood drying in the corner of her mouth, her left eye half shut from swelling, tape on her knuckles showing through the glove cuff. Both bodies sag from exhaustion โ€” shoulders dropped, weight settled back into the rear hip rather than balanced forward, chests heaving, hair stuck flat to their collarbones and temples โ€” and both jaws are set hard, brows drawn, mouths flat and unsmiling, eyes fixed straight at the viewer with a stubborn, drained defiance that says they are ready for the next round and hate that they are. Behind them the old pub boxing ring is worn to the wood: the canvas grey-brown and stained, the ropes frayed and slack, the corner post peeling paint. Beyond the ropes the pub crowd presses in shoulder to shoulder on three sides, faces lit and open-mouthed, arms up; banknotes flutter down over the ring apron and lie scattered on the canvas, some still in mid-air above the ropes caught by the motion of the throw. The only light is the single hard overhead ring lamp in each panel, spilling a cone down onto each fighter, hot white on her shoulders and the tops of her gloves while the faces stay half in shadow; beyond the light the pub falls into an absolute dark brown gloom, and the crowd is lit only where the spill catches raised cheeks and fists. In the left panel the light falls from upper left, in the right from upper right, so each fighter's shadow is thrown down and away onto the canvas behind her, and the flung money glints briefly white where it crosses the beam. Palette is a narrow, grimy one โ€” scuffed blue and black, black, purple and white, red leather, and the yellowed beige of old money and old wood. The sweat on their skin is the brightest texture in the frame, catching the lamp in fine broken highlights, and the blood on the canvas below them has been walked through and smeared into the grain of it. Ugly, defiant, electric.
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character: emilia_(re:zero), alisa_mikhailovna_kujou split screen, 2girls, boxing ring, boxing gloves, sports bra, boxing shorts, sweaty, blood, blood on face, bleeding, nosebleed, bruise, blood on body, exhausted, tired, half-closed eyes, pout, dirty, old, pub, crowd, cheering, throwing money, cash, holding money, from front, 3/4 view, cowboy shot, upper body, long hair, silver hair, white hair, purple eyes, blue eyes, ahoge, hair between eyes, crossed bangs, hair ornament, flower hair ornament, hair ribbon, braid, crown braid, fighting stance, fists up, clenched hands, red boxing gloves, blue boxing gloves, muscular female, toned, medium breasts, sweaty skin, looking at viewer, serious, no smile, stern, split-screen composition, Two vertical panels divided by a hard black seam down the exact center of the frame, a versus layout; both figures framed from the waist up, seen from the front in a three-quarter perspective, the camera set slightly below chest height so each body towers a little over the viewer and the ropes cut the lower edge. LEFT PANEL: the silver-haired girl with the long straight hair and the single braid looped across her crown with a white flower tucked where the braid crosses, purple eyes behind damp strands, stands square at the center of the ring in a blue and black sports bra with matching loose baggy boxing shorts, blue boxing gloves raised in a tight guard at cheek height, her right glove pressed to her own jaw, her left forearm braced across her ribs; sweat beads at her temple, a thin streak of blood runs from her hairline down past her eyebrow, her lower lip is split and swollen, a purple bruise spreads under one eye. RIGHT PANEL: the silver-haired girl with the ahoge springing up from the part, crossed bangs falling between her blue eyes, stands at the ring's center in a black, purple and white sports bra with matching baggy shorts, red gloves up in an orthodox guard, chin tucked behind her knuckles, elbows in; a band of blood smeared across her cheekbone, blood drying in the corner of her mouth, her left eye half shut from swelling, tape on her knuckles showing through the glove cuff. Both bodies sag from exhaustion โ€” shoulders dropped, weight settled back into the rear hip rather than balanced forward, chests heaving, hair stuck flat to their collarbones and temples โ€” and both jaws are set hard, brows drawn, mouths flat and unsmiling, eyes fixed straight at the viewer with a stubborn, drained defiance that says they are ready for the next round and hate that they are. Behind them the old pub boxing ring is worn to the wood: the canvas grey-brown and stained, the ropes frayed and slack, the corner post peeling paint. Beyond the ropes the pub crowd presses in shoulder to shoulder on three sides, faces lit and open-mouthed, arms up; banknotes flutter down over the ring apron and lie scattered on the canvas, some still in mid-air above the ropes caught by the motion of the throw. The only light is the single hard overhead ring lamp in each panel, spilling a cone down onto each fighter, hot white on her shoulders and the tops of her gloves while the faces stay half in shadow; beyond the light the pub falls into an absolute dark brown gloom, and the crowd is lit only where the spill catches raised cheeks and fists. In the left panel the light falls from upper left, in the right from upper right, so each fighter's shadow is thrown down and away onto the canvas behind her, and the flung money glints briefly white where it crosses the beam. Palette is a narrow, grimy one โ€” scuffed blue and black, black, purple and white, red leather, and the yellowed beige of old money and old wood. The sweat on their skin is the brightest texture in the frame, catching the lamp in fine broken highlights, and the blood on the canvas below them has been walked through and smeared into the grain of it. Ugly, defiant, electric.
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character: emilia_(re:zero), alisa_mikhailovna_kujou, alya_(panalee) 2girls, split screen, emilia_(re:zero), alisa_mikhailovna_kujou, long hair, silver hair, white hair, grey hair, purple eyes, blue eyes, ahoge, hair between eyes, crossed bangs, crown braid, braid, hair flower, hair ornament, x hair ornament, sports bra, black sports bra, purple sports bra, white sports bra, blue sports bra, pleated skirt, miniskirt, boxing gloves, boxing ring, upper body, from front, 3/4 view, fists up, raised fists, tired, exhausted, half-closed eyes, blood on face, blood on body, bloody, beaten up, bruise, sweat, serious, no smile, dark coloring, desaturated, muted colors, gritty Two fighters share one frame split down the middle by a hard vertical seam, and both halves are seen from the front in three-quarter view, cropped at the waist so only the upper body of each woman fills her panel. In the left half stands a silver-haired young woman with long hair falling past her shoulders, a single braid running back along the crown, a small flower ornament tucked at one temple, and violet eyes; she wears a black sports bra with deep purple side panels and white piping, and a matching black, purple and white pleated miniskirt whose waistband sits just under the frame edge. Her stance has gone soft: one shoulder dropped lower than the other, torso listing a few degrees off vertical, both gloves sunk low at chest height, wrists turned in. In the right half stands a silver-haired young woman with long hair parted by crossed bangs and a short cowlick springing from the crown, blue eyes, a blue and black sports bra with a pleated blue and black miniskirt to match. Her fists are up in a tight guard, both gloves level with her chin, left glove slightly ahead of the right, elbow tucked tight to the ribs, weight on her back foot. Both women are drenched in sweat, faces streaked and smeared with blood from a cut brow and a split lip, blood flecked across collarbones and the tops of their shoulders, dark bruises blooming on exposed upper arms. Both look weak and tired: eyelids heavy and half-lowered, brows drawn, jaws slack with open breathing, lips pressed flat and turned down, no one smiling, no teeth showing. Each gaze goes past her own raised gloves toward the other half of the frame, weary and fixed. Behind each of them the ring's ropes run as three taut horizontal lines receding slightly with the perspective, the turnbuckle pad blurred at the fringe of each panel; the canvas is scuffed and dull. One overhead arena light per panel comes from above and slightly forward so that sweat highlights sit on brows, cheekbones and knuckles while eye sockets and the undersides of the jaw fall into shadow. Palette is dark and unsaturated: charcoal, cold slate, bruised mauve, dull silver-grey hair, muted blue, with the only saturated notes being the muted purple of one bra's panels and the deep black of the other, and the red of blood desaturated to a dried rust. Fine sweat beads cling where skin faces up and run in thin trails down where it doesn't. Grim, exhausted.
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