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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 17, 2007 9:27:54 GMT -5
Once again, it was after school. The art room was usually free after school, so he decided to stay after and just do some outlining and coloring. A little childish, but it’s what he wanted to do. He going to shade in, outline, and color the cartoon version of himself he did a few days ago.
He sat on one of the chairs, his hand in his hair, staring down at his paper. He was outlining as carefully as he could, and pretty soon he lost sense of his surroundings. As far as he knew, he was probably at home or something. His foot was lightly tapping the floor.
He was, today, wearing a red and black long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his signature black jeans. Same old sneakers too. His hair today wasn’t getting in the way, for the fact that his hand was holding it back. And now, he was staring at his notebook, just outlining. It would take a while, most likely. But to him, the emptiness of the area around him was peaceful, but slightly unnerving. |
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Aug 17, 2007 9:35:43 GMT -5
Zella was bored and decided she really wanted to draw. After class she headed to the art room and grabbed her sketchbook. It wasn't an easel day so she propped herself up and sat in one of the window sils. Her black hair shadowed half her face making her look almost inhuman as the light moved around her.
Today she wore a red skirt and a black tantop (outfit in siggy) which was different for her but looked good none the less. The usually messy hair was wavy and down for once as she drew. As she drew, she wasn't sure what it was yet but knew it would be beautiful. Getting so into her sketching she didn't even realize that she wasn't alone.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 17, 2007 9:50:27 GMT -5
He spent the next few minutes continuing to outline. It seemed, to him, to be going by very slowly, but he wanted it to be perfect. It was his horrible habit of needing things to be in perfect order and shape.
But, just as he was finishing outline the hair, his faithful pen decided to die out on him. Cursing under his breath, he pushed the chair back and stood up. He’d have to use one from the art room. The cupboard near the windows.
As he turned around, he nearly tripped as he saw someone else sitting on the window sill. That scared him; he didn’t hear anyone else come in. And apparently, she hadn’t either. He looked at her, trying to figure out her name. He’d seen her around plenty of times enough to know, but now it just seemed to be blanking on him.
He went to the cupboard and opened it, getting another pen out, before heading over to the window where the girl sat. Zella! He remembered her name as he came closer. Of course he’d seen her around. He’d remember her face anywhere. He didn’t want to seem like he was staring, so he cleared his throat and said, “Hey. Zellarinia, right? |
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Aug 17, 2007 9:58:56 GMT -5
Add a line here... some shading. Blood coming out of the cut body... EEP! Zella jumped so high when she heard the voice. It scared her, mostly because she was in that beautiful euphoric drawing trance. Hearing the voice she turned to see the very cute Blaise staring at her. "Yes, it's Zellarinia but most people call me Zella, or Zee, or whatever. YOu're Blaise right? We have Advanced Art together."
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 17, 2007 10:04:21 GMT -5
He stared at her drawing, admiring it. She was pretty good. He looked up at her face. Now he knew where he'd seen her. She just mentioned their art class, and they sat near each other. How could have forgotten her?
He smiled a small smiled saying, "Yeah, Blaise." He pointed to her drawing, although he didn't think it was finished. "That's turning out pretty good." He leaned against the closest desk, laying the pen he borrowed from the cupboard completely forgotten. |
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Aug 17, 2007 11:24:17 GMT -5
"It's only a beginning, there will be more to it before I'm finished." She said looking at the drawing. It was becoming a skeleton holding his heart, the heart was becoming so realistic you could swear you saw it bleeding and beating. Even at it's beginning stages her work was spectacular.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 17, 2007 11:28:57 GMT -5
He shrugged. "Well, sometimes the beginning of things can be pretty good. That applies for you case here." He nodded toward the drawing, when he remembered about his own. He got off the desk and went over to where he'd been, grabbing his notebook and closing it. He might as well finish it later.
He walked back to where Zella was and sat back on top of the desk. "So, do you normally come here after school?" |
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Aug 17, 2007 11:33:20 GMT -5
"Well most of the time I just take my work home with me but home isn't really all too welcoming tonight. Boys poker night, I'd rather not." She sighed lightly continuing to add more shading in her work. Zella just loved letting herself out in her art.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 17, 2007 11:36:47 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. "Poker night? And I'm not invited? I'm hurt." He rolled his eyes as he pulled out a chair from under the desk and put his feet on it, his feet tapping lightly on the chair. He was a little anxious now, for some reason.
Then he remembered he still had the pen he took from the cupboard. Grabbing it off the desk, he opened his notebook back to where he had done his cartoon self and started to finish his hair. If there are going to be silence, he might as well take advantage of it. |
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Aug 17, 2007 11:55:46 GMT -5
"My dad is hosting poker night. So all that really means is a bunch of middle aged drunk guys pinching my ass all night. Thank you I'd rather be here." She snapped slightly, she hated her father and everything that went with him.
"I'm sorry, I didnt mean to take it out on you." Zella said compassionatly.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 17, 2007 12:01:01 GMT -5
He looked up, hearing the snap in her voice. That had gotten him completely off guard, and he wondered what he'd said to her. He was about to apologize when she said it first. He smiled a small smile, saying, "It's cool. I can just guess that that wouldn't be the best way to spend a day after school." He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. |
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Aug 17, 2007 12:04:52 GMT -5
She smiled and watched him push his hair out of the way, "You ever think of using a hat for that hair of yours?" Zella moved a piece of her own hair out of the way so she could see better.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 17, 2007 12:10:32 GMT -5
He smirked. "I had one. It vanished a while ago, though...I don't know where it went. What about you?" He watched as she tucked her hair out of the way. At least they had something else in common; they had disrespectful hair that wouldn't work for them. |
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Aug 17, 2007 12:14:34 GMT -5
"My um... friend yes, my friend took my hat." For some reason Zella was denying the fact she had a boyfriend, denying it to herself. "I haven't seen my good hat for awhile now. But whatever, I can just put my hair up." With a smile she took in his face, it would be good to draw, great features, it also didn't hurt that he was very cute.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 17, 2007 12:28:07 GMT -5
He looked at her. She seemed to be a little hestitant on answering. But he shrugged it off as he smirked and said, "Well, looks like our friends are similar in some ways. They seem to find fun in stealing our hats..." |
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