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Post by demetri montroli on Oct 10, 2009 22:42:22 GMT -5
CHECK.MYSELF.AGAIN.AND.I.STAND. PROVEN.TO.THE.MAN.BUT.SHELTERED.
Demetri was alone in here. It was nice, it was quiet, and there was no one bothering him. Well he sort of like that, normally he liked to talk to people and he wouldn't mind that right now but he wanted to work before getting caught up in a conversation. He really didn't have conversations anyways. He was new here, and seeing as English wasn't his first language he usual kept to himself. Times had been hard lately. Reading was difficult for him and seeing this was like any other school he was given the same work as everyone else and even how little it was right now he was having trouble with it. He was a very smart person and normally was in a lot of advanced placement classes, which he had started out with a few of but the reading was to much for him so he dropped down a level into the average classes.
He did have a women who worked at the school who was helping him. She spoke Italian and speaking to her made his life feel a little better seeing as he could forget about English for a little while. The relief to not have to think as much when speaking did a lot for a person. This was one reason he liked art, it was the universal language of the world and no matter what language you spoke you could understand it. This small boy was standing next to a table as he was working on his final for his art class. He was sculpting and you were aloud to use any medium you wanted, so of course Demetri busted out his favorite one, wax. He loved to work with wax. You could scrap, melt, mold, and pretty much anything you did to it you got a different affect. He liked to use different colors and mix them at points causing fading affects between colors.
He was wearing a pair of blue/gray camouflage pants that tied off right after the knees. For a top he had on a gray sleeveless hoodie that said 'So Cal' on the left side of the chest, it was just a brand name. Lastly on his feet were a pair of dark high top converse that had a silvery bottom. He was working contently as he shook his head a little to fix his red hair. His hair was very bright and hard to miss but he loved it all the same. He was using a solder iron right now. It was on a low temperature and he was melting wax off this chunk that he had in front of him. Next to him was a case with a lot of different heads for the solder iron, flat ones, round ones, fat ones, thin ones, almost any you could think of. He was slowly running the decently hot tip of the iron across the wax watching it melt quickly wiping it away with a gloved hand. He wore canvas gloves when he did this, wax could be hot and it stuck to your hands, rather it be a glove right?
He was making a decent size figure, it was going to be no more then a foot tall so he was working with very small tools. It was plain yellowish wax right now, he was going to merge some other colors in later. It was a strange process especially since you had to be really careful not to melt the wax under it. He layered the wax instead of making different sections of the sculptor with different colors. This was something that made his art original since few people did that. Another thing he did was he didn't use molds, he made the wax into what he wanted instead of making it take the form of something else. What was the fun of that?
OUTFIT; WORDS; 647 MUSE; real good (: NOTE; OPEN TO ANYONE ♥
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Post by new1 on Oct 19, 2009 17:32:05 GMT -5
even the best fall d o w n sometimes [/color] even the w r o n g words seem to rhyme[/color][/font] [/center] [/i][/color]” he thought as he tipped one foot so he stood on the outer side of it for a moment, releasing his lip from its entrapment. Aeric was really bad when it came to talking to people he didn’t know. And the boy in the room was definitely someone he didn’t know. He’d feel pretty bad if he had met the guy; because his hair was pretty distinguishable. “ U-uh, h-hi,” Aeric finally said softly, turning down his music a little without taking his hand out from his hoodie pocket. He readjusted the striped hoodie he wore, his brain not wanting to cooperate and form words. “ M-mind hope y-you d-don’t.” Aeric sighed again, closing his eyes for a moment, knowing that his words had not come out right at all, which was something that tended to happen if he got nervous. Being around someone he didn’t know… that made him nervous. The traditional media student cleared his throat slightly and then tried again. “ I-I h-hope you don’t m-mind. I-I didn’t think a-anyone would b-be h-here, a-and I’ve g-got homew-work.” The brunet boy frowned a little. He was stuttering again. For the most part, he had that under control. But, when he got nervous or overly excited or scared he couldn’t stop it. He really hated that. People tended to make fun of him for it, especially when they found out he was a “nerd” as well. The boy wasn’t really unpopular, but he wasn’t really popular either. Aeric was stuck somewhere in the middle; and, he kind of preferred it there. [/color][/size] [/ul] out of the d o u b t that fills my mind [/color] i somehow find you and i c o l l i d e[/color][/font][/center] [/b] demetri/open words; 500 outfit; herenotes; finished now ^^ lyrics; collide by howie day. credits; HEART-SHAPED GLASSES ?! on caution2.0<3 [:[/SIZE][/color] [/ul]
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Post by demetri montroli on Oct 19, 2009 21:41:49 GMT -5
CHECK.MYSELF.AGAIN.AND.I.STAND. PROVEN.TO.THE.MAN.BUT.SHELTERED.
Demetri continued to work on his project. It was quiet around here, and it was nice but at the same time it was dull and needing of people it seemed. Even though Demetri normally didn't like to talk to people sometimes he did. He actually did like to talk to people he just didn't like to meet people, it made it harder for him to make friends, especially since he was new around here and wasn't the best at English. He pulled his hand out of his glove for a moment to fix his hair. He looked at the piece he was working on, it looked good for now. It wasn't done and he knew it was going to be a few more days til it even started to look like what he was aiming for. Suddenly he heard a voice and his skin crawled a bit out of fear. He turned quickly looking over to the person who had startled him.“U-uh, h-hi,” Was what he had heard from the other. He looked over to see it was a boy, around his age it seemed. He seemed a little nervous, was he timid? “M-mind hope y-you d-don’t.” Demetri have him a confused look when he said this. Demetri wasn't the best with English so when people reorganized words like that he didn't have enough skills in the language to be able to rearrange them to make sense.
He watched the other silently as the other's eyes closed. “I-I h-hope you don’t m-mind. I-I didn’t think a-anyone would b-be h-here, a-and I’ve g-got homew-work.” Demetri blinked lightly. "Oh.. Hello." Demetri said lightly, his Italian accent very obvious even with so little words. "I do not mind, I hope my presence will not bother you. I can leave if you want but I would rather not." Demetri said politely looked at the other with a soft expression. "What is your name?" Demetri asked curiously as he had never liked not knowing who someone is, even if he was only to speak with them for a few moments. "My name is Demetri." He said lightly waiting for the other to respond. He was holding one wax covered glove in his right hand as the other glove was still on his right. His heating tool sat stationary in it's holder as he was turned away from it as his attention was brought to the newcomer to the room.
OUTFIT; WORDS; 407 MUSE; good NOTE;n/a
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Post by new1 on Oct 19, 2009 23:15:37 GMT -5
even the best fall d o w n sometimes [/color] even the w r o n g words seem to rhyme[/color][/font] [/center] [/i][/color] He didn’t trust himself to say something in response without stuttering and whatnot again, so he just smiled in response. It was one of the few things he hated about himself. He wasn’t a vain person, or cocky, but he was pretty sure of himself… as long as it didn’t involve talking. I do not mind, I hope my presence will not bother you. I can leave if you want but I would rather not. Aeric shook his head in response with a small smile. The brown eyed teen recognized the boy’s accent immediately. While living in Greece, he had made quite a few trips to Italy. He’d always loved it there. The traditional media student took a deep breath as he walked over to one of the desks in one corner of the room and set his bag down, trying to think of what exactly he should do. What is your name? My name is Demetri. Aeric nodded a little again, putting the other boy’s name to memory as he said, “ I-I’m Aeric.” He leaned against the table as he bit his lip. He wanted to say something else; but, he didn’t know what, or how it’d sound if he did. New people always made him so indescribably nervous. He couldn’t tell anyone why, but he was. The sixteen-year-old smiled slightly at Demetri before saying, “ S-so, uh, y-you’re f-from Italy, r-right?” He was pretty positive that had been the boy’s accent; but, at the same time, he wanted to make sure. After all, he could’ve been mistaken. If Aeric had an accent himself, he didn’t notice it. He probably had a slight one, even though he wasn’t all that young when he moved with his mother; but, spending enough time with people who spoke in a certain accent tended to affect the way you spoke, even without you realizing it. Aeric smiled a little again, once more not too sure what to say. Why am I so bad at this whole talking thing? he thought as he absently reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes before crossing his arms, all the while thinking of a project to do while still keeping his attention on the other boy in the room.[/color][/size] [/ul] out of the d o u b t that fills my mind [/color] i somehow find you and i c o l l i d e[/color][/font][/center] [/b] demetri/open words; 442 outfit; herenotes; --- lyrics; collide by howie day. credits; HEART-SHAPED GLASSES ?! on caution2.0<3 [:[/SIZE][/color] [/ul]
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Post by demetri montroli on Oct 20, 2009 0:05:24 GMT -5
CHECK.MYSELF.AGAIN.AND.I.STAND. PROVEN.TO.THE.MAN.BUT.SHELTERED.
Demetri watched as the other went over to another table. He didn't think the other was going to answer him, he seemed very skiddish. Demetri had been called that before but this guy seemed to steal that title from him quick. Demetri was never one to get nervous he was just timid when he met people and he had trouble with English so he tended not to talk as much. He was a little surprised when he heard the other answer his question. “I-I’m Aeric.” Demetri smiled softly looking to him. "It is nice to meet you Aeric." He said lightly. He liked to meet people and things felt easier once you knew someone by name. “S-so, uh, y-you’re f-from Italy, r-right?” He heard the other stammer.
Demetri nodded but was a little surprised. "Yes I am. I am from Sicily to be perfectly correct." Demetri said lightly. "I am a little surprised, so far no one here has figured it out. Do you have past history with Italian accents?" Demetri asked curiously. He could hear an accent to the other as well, it was more of a variation of the English language. He heard a lot of different types of English accents, just like Italian accents can vary as well. Southern Italians like Demetri had a little more of a Greek undertone to them unlike the northern Italians who had more of a pure Latin to it. Demetri glanced over to his wax that sat on the table, it didn't look like much right now and there were lines from where some wax dripped. He could even that out easily, he like what he was doing.
He ran his good hand through his hair as he stood there, he was still holding the canvas glove that had a little wax on it and believe me there will be much more. He glanced over to Aeric. "So what did you come in here to do if you do not mind me to ask." Demetri said lightly wondering what he the other did.
OUTFIT; WORDS; 345 MUSE; not sure where it went D: - is late- NOTE;n/a
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Post by new1 on Oct 20, 2009 21:45:55 GMT -5
even the best fall d o w n sometimes [/color] even the w r o n g words seem to rhyme[/color][/font] [/center] [/i] The brown-eyed teen smiled slightly in response, agreeing silently to the statement without wanting to try to voice it. I am a little surprised, so far no one here has figured it out. Do you have past history with Italian accents? Aeric shrugged slightly before saying, “ A l-little. I, uhm, I moved h-here from Greece and I’ve s-spent some time in I-Italy.” He smiled at the red-headed boy again, glad about two things. The first being that he’d been correct about the accent, he’d have felt kind of bad if he’d gotten it wrong; the second being that his stuttering wasn’t as bad. That was definitely a good thing. He didn’t sound as, well, weird when he wasn’t stuttering and mixing his words up. It was part of the reason he didn’t often talk much unless around someone he was always comfortable around. But then there were still those times he’d freak out and lose control of his speech even around those people. So what did you come in here to do if you do not mind me to ask. Aeric looked up from the spot on the floor that his eyes had lowered to and smiled a little again. “ O-oh, uhm, well, I, uh, I’ve got a class p-project due soon a-and I don’t e-even know h-how to begin o-or what t-to do.” That was kind of Aeric’s problem with sculpture class. If someone put a canvas or a piece of paper in front of him, he could draw or paint without doing much thinking about it. But give him a sculpting assignment and it was as if someone put a block on his muse. He kind of hated it; but, then sculpting wasn’t really his major. He’d taken the class for fun because he could. Part of him was wondering if it had been a good idea, though, since he always had such a hard time deciding what to do. They were supposed to use wire frames and paper Mache crap; but, the teen didn’t know what to make with the media assigned. It was simple stuff, really, definitely a beginner’s class. But the usually intelligent teen couldn’t help but feel very stupid when he tried to do something for his sculpting class. It was kind of embarrassing for him to admit that he was clueless. A light pink tint crossed his face as he lowered his gaze to the floor for a moment until the color left his pale face. “ It’s, uhm, n-not my strong suit… s-sculpting I mean,[/color]” he said softly as he looked back up at the other teen with a small, nervous smile on his face.[/color][/size] [/ul] out of the d o u b t that fills my mind [/color] i somehow find you and i c o l l i d e[/color][/font][/center] [/b] demetri/open words; 451 outfit; herenotes; uhm... yeah i think my muse went kinda funny lyrics; collide by howie day. credits; HEART-SHAPED GLASSES ?! on caution2.0<3 [:[/SIZE][/color] [/ul]
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Post by demetri montroli on Oct 20, 2009 22:59:45 GMT -5
CHECK.MYSELF.AGAIN.AND.I.STAND. PROVEN.TO.THE.MAN.BUT.SHELTERED.
“A l-little. I, uhm, I moved h-here from Greece and I’ve s-spent some time in I-Italy.”Demetri smiled lightly. "I see.. The part of Italy I am from has a lot of greek influence to it, sicily was founded by greek people." Demetri said with a soft smile. He liked the history of his home and he liked history in general, but once he got to learning history in English it seemed so much harder for him. It was harder to understand words or to 'assume by context clues', becuase really things like that didn't work to well for him. Sometimes he could do it but if it came too two or more terms at once not making sense he had a lot of trouble. Like any school you had to take your core classes as well here. He had resourse, yes even big private schools have resource kids and he was a special case. It wasn't that he wasn't qualified for this place he just needed help with the language, once he got around that he understood a lot.
“O-oh, uhm, well, I, uh, I’ve got a class p-project due soon a-and I don’t e-even know h-how to begin o-or what t-to do.” Demetri nodded. "I see.. I am in here for the same reason." He said lightly. That was a very common reason to be in here. There were people, like Demetri, who would be caught in here just sculpting for fun but eighty percent of the time it was for projects. “It’s, uhm, n-not my strong suit… s-sculpting I mean,” Demetri looked at him lightly. "What is the medium you have you use?" Demetri asked curiously as the medium has a lot for do with how well your ability to work with it is. "Maybe I can help you. I am here for sculpting by the way." Demetri said with a soft smile. He liked to help people, helping people was a great way of getting to know people becuase there was more then small talk to be spoken about. When you are working together to get something done small talk is easier becuase it is encased with the talk of what you need to complete.
"I like to work with wax the most but I am pretty well rounded with most of the mediums I have used." He added. Of course he hadn't worked with everything out there to use. There was endless things you could sculpted with. Anything could be a medium, except for gasses I guess and probably liquids. Other then that though there are millions of forms of solids out there that can be molded into a work of art.
OUTFIT; WORDS; 447 MUSE; better NOTE;n/a
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Post by new1 on Oct 22, 2009 19:39:08 GMT -5
even the best fall d o w n sometimes [/color] even the w r o n g words seem to rhyme[/color][/font] [/center] [/i][/color] Aeric’s face scrunched up in thought for a moment as he bit his lower lip before saying, “ O-oh, uhm, the thin wires in the cupboards a-and that papery stuff.” He pulled a face at the thought, knowing that even if he wore gloves, he’d somehow get it all over his hands and probably his shirt too. He was glad he’d grabbed an old button-down shirt of his grandfather’s having brought it from Greece just for the purpose of messy artwork to put on over his shirt after taking off his hoodie. He had wanted to be on the safe side, knowing he’d probably somehow end up with it in his hair too. The only good thing was that his skin would be really soft after all the gunk had been washed away. Maybe I can help you. I am here for sculpting by the way. Aeric nodded slightly, a small smile on his face though that statement made him just the slightest bit more nervous. Great, now I’m going to make an even bigger fool of myself, he thought as he bit his lip for a moment, nodding slightly. He absently reached up and rubbed the back of his head, messing up his hair a little as he said, “ I’m j-just traditional media.” Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, though… accepting help from Demetri. After all, the guy hadn’t teased him about his stutter or anything. Aeric looked at the boy with brightly colored hair again when he stated what he preferred to work with. The media student smiled slightly again at the statement. “ I l-like drawing… pastels and ch-charcoal are my favorite,” he replied softly. Painting was his second favorite thing to do; but, drawing was his favorite. He had endless sketchbooks filled with sketches of the architecture and landscape of Santorini, the island of Greece that Aeric came from; it was his favorite past time at home. The shy teen bit his lip again, completely at a loss of what to do, something he realized happened quite often.[/color][/size] [/ul] out of the d o u b t that fills my mind [/color] i somehow find you and i c o l l i d e[/color][/font][/center] [/b] demetri/open words; 453 outfit; herenotes; uh i dunno lyrics; collide by howie day. credits; HEART-SHAPED GLASSES ?! on caution2.0<3 [:[/SIZE][/color] [/ul]
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Post by demetri montroli on Oct 25, 2009 15:57:57 GMT -5
CHECK.MYSELF.AGAIN.AND.I.STAND. PROVEN.TO.THE.MAN.BUT.SHELTERED.
“O-oh, uhm, the thin wires in the cupboards a-and that papery stuff.” Demetri nodded. He knew exactly what he meant. "That is always fun.. paper mache correct?" Demetri asked lightly hoping he was correct. Demetri never thought paper mache was messy, it washed right off and it could interesting. He thought that things like using superglue to put together carved pieces was hard. He was never good at using superglue he always managed to glue his fingers to the container. “I’m j-just traditional media.” Demetri nodded. "That is great as well, you get to do a little of everything. I love to sculpt but sometimes I wish I could get to do more drawing then I do." Demetri said with a soft smile.
“I l-like drawing… pastels and ch-charcoal are my favorite,” Demetri smiled lightly. "I do not like to use those, I always get them all over my face and arms, it is beautiful though." He said lightly with a smile. "I like pencil." Demetri said with a nod. Pencil was nice, it was thin, smooth, and could be pretty much anything. He loved it over any other drawing medium. Demetri would be happy to help him. It was no big deal and Demetri loved to help people. He would rather help people then to be the one who asks for help. He moved a bit closer to Aeric. "So would you like me to help you? I will not do it for you of course but I can help you get started." Demetri said lightly as he blinked a little. He ran his clean hand through his hair before pulling the other wax infested glove off his hand setting the gloves on the table next to what he was working on.
It felt better to pull those gloves off. It was hard to move his hands since the gloves were restricted by the wax that was on the gloves. He felt more free now. He glanced at Aeric. "What grade are you in?" Demetri asked curiously thinking small talk would be best, the other didn't seem like he would do to well with silence. Demetri didn't do well with silence and this guy seemed more timid then he was.
OUTFIT; WORDS; 372 MUSE; ok.. NOTE;n/a
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Post by new1 on Oct 26, 2009 21:57:40 GMT -5
even the best fall d o w n sometimes [/color] even the w r o n g words seem to rhyme[/color][/font] [/center] [/i] Aeric nodded again with a small smile. Aeric personally didn’t find it all that fun. But he didn’t really like the feeling of it. It was weird and just… weird. But, to each their own. Besides, if everyone in the world liked the same things, it’d be boring. There’d be no difference between people, and what fun would that be? Aeric liked the people he did end up befriending not only for the things they had in common, but for their differences as well. I love to sculpt but sometimes I wish I could get to do more drawing then I do. The brunet nodded once more, still not trusting himself fully to speak properly. He could agree with that. Even though he was a traditional media student, he didn’t do as much drawing as he wished he could do. They rotated what they focused on in his classes to cover all the basic aspects and different techniques. His classes (except the one specifically for drawing) were into painting at that moment. For someone like him, who often ended up with the media on himself without meaning to or realizing it, painting was something he wanted to do little of even if he did like it. And he really did; it was his second favorite to drawing. But still… the mess he could live without. I do not like to use those, I always get them all over my face and arms, it is beautiful though. The brown eyed boy laughed softly as he bit his lower lip a little before saying, “ Me t-too. I still love it, th-though.” He always ended up with charcoal or pastel on his face and hands; but, it was something he actually didn’t mind as much. It didn’t feel thick on his skin and he didn’t really notice it until he actually paid attention to his hands or looked into a mirror. So would you like me to help you? I will not do it for you of course but I can help you get started. Biting his lower lip again, Aeric nodded a little before saying, “ T-thanks.” He smiled slightly at the other boy before standing up straight and going over to the cabinets to get what he knew was needed. Aeric glanced back over at Demetri when the other teen spoke again and took a moment to register what he was asked. “ Oh, u-uhm, I’m a junior. Y-you?” He took the supplies he’d grabbed and set them on the table before moving his bag off of it and into one of the chairs and unzipping his hoodie, putting it aside as well, deciding he didn’t care if he got that “paper stuff” on his shirt. It wasn’t that nice anyway, in fact it was just a kind of old t-shirt. “ Did you just transfer here?” Aeric found himself asking without thinking much about it, only to freeze for a moment when he realized he’d spoken without a stutter.[/color][/size] [/ul] out of the d o u b t that fills my mind [/color] i somehow find you and i c o l l i d e[/color][/font][/center] [/b] demetri/open words; 508 outfit; herenotes; ... lyrics; collide by howie day. credits; HEART-SHAPED GLASSES ?! on caution2.0<3 [:[/SIZE][/color] [/ul]
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Post by demetri montroli on Nov 25, 2009 1:55:42 GMT -5
CHECK.MYSELF.AGAIN.AND.I.STAND. PROVEN.TO.THE.MAN.BUT.SHELTERED.
Demetri loved mache, it was always fun. He especially loved painting it after it was done. Normally he didn't like painting but this was an exception.“Me t-too. I still love it, th-though.” Demetri smiled lightly. "I am horrible with most mediums. Somehow I tend to get it on me." Demetri said with a nod. He especially hated when he didn't notice he had it and he walked around with it on his face or arm or something. Of course at this school it wasn't as big a deal because there were kids all over the place covered in stuff. “T-thanks.” Demetri was glad the other was letting him help. He liked to help but he would have felt bad if the boy said no and he had to watch the boy struggle from across the room. He would have felt guilty even though it wasn't his fault.
“Oh, u-uhm, I’m a junior. Y-you?” Demetri nodded. "I am a junior as well." He said with a soft smile. Demetri watched the other take of his hoodie. Demetri was pretty sure that pretty much every student here knew the importance of having art clothing that was separate from your everyday clothing. The only student's who probably didn't were graphic design students but most students took some introductory courses even if it wasn't what they were there for, you know to open more options. “Did you just transfer here?” Demetri nodded. "Yes. I did, I wanted to go somewhere for art so I found this school and transferred in this year." Demetri said with a nod. "How long have you been here?" Demetri asked curiously.
He was glad that he wasn't the only one asking questions and it seemed Aeric was starting to calm down. The other's stutter had calmed and it made Demetri happy to notice these little things. Well he is an artist, they notice details. Another thing that makes art school hard, people tell you you are talented but when you go to a school like this you are just like everyone else. The kids here are here because they are good and most of the them are a little cocky because they have been told they are good all their lives.
OUTFIT; WORDS; 373 MUSE; ok.. NOTE;soo sorry it took so long.. I lost the link to this site!! ♥
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