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Post by samuel köln on Oct 30, 2009 17:21:00 GMT -5
Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of: [/font][/color] A . Indifference or B. Disinterest in what the critics say[/color] ********* ********* Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene. Or shrug us off your shoulders; don't approve a single word that we wrote.[/center] Sera hummed softly to himself as he walked through the park, hiking his bag up higher on his shoulder. Usually, he hated being alone at the park. But, it was pretty early and he was kind of positive none of his friends would appreciate a phone call from him asking to go with him. With a slight yawn, he messed with his hair, a small smile on his face when he remembered that he’d recently started styling it differently. He could clearly remember some of his friends’ reactions. He brushed at the fringe of hair constantly in his eyes and raised an eyebrow at an elderly woman he passed. She was giving him a weird look from her spot on the bench. The tall teen was very used to those looks by then. He honestly didn’t care, but whatever. He made his way to a grassy spot and dropped his bag on the ground before sitting down next to it. Sera groaned softly as he brought one foot in to rest against the inside of his leg as he reached out to grab his other foot. It’d been too long since he’d practiced anything with soccer and knew he needed to. That was why he was there. Samuel had been bored to begin with, which was why his hair was done up and his make-up on. Then, he decided to go to the park; and, he was too lazy to wash off the make-up or wash out his hair. With a groan, he lay back on the grass, realizing he was much too tired to actually do anything; but, hey, he’d made an attempt. That was good enough for him. With another groan, the design student sat up, sticking his arms out behind him to prop himself up as he looked around the sunny park. After a few moments of that, he sat up fully and opened his bag. Grabbing his soccer ball, he tossed it over his shoulder –what? It was in his way… he’d get it later– pausing only for a moment to hope there’d not been anyone over there, before shrugging and continuing to dig for his sketchbook and a pencil. With a look of triumph, he dragged out the well-worn sketchbook, opening to a sketch he’d started in class the day before. Humming to himself, he resumed working on it. At least he was doing something productive instead of… well, he could think of a lot of non-productive things he could be doing. Kris definitely made him feel like a slacker; but, the brown eyed teen shook off thoughts of his roommate to focus on the task at hand… his sketch. Well, he knew that would only last as long as something else didn’t distract him.
tag;; open
words;; 460
notes;; hmm
music;; never alone barlow girl
credits;; london beckoned songs about money made by machines- patd |
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Post by aeris carmichael on Oct 30, 2009 18:35:49 GMT -5
Everything happens for a reason, I just wish I knew that reason.  Aeris walked into the park. It was bright and early morning even though it had rained a little last night. It seemed that she always scetched her best work when she was outside and she figured she probably wouldn't have time to be alone and sketch for as long as she wanted later today. She loved creating new designs, she'd been doing it ever since her twin sister, Scarlett, died of cancer. It gave her a chance to get away and get lost in her own world of fashion designing. She took a deep breath of fresh, crisp, morning air and shivered a bit as it filled her lungs. The brunette yawned as she found a bench and took a seat. She scanned the park as she got her precious sketchbook and pencil out of her bag, not very many people were out and about yet, just the way she liked it. Peace and quiet. She opened her sketchbook to her latest sketch, which happened to be a party dress, and merily continued to work on it. Minutes later she was off in her own world, consentrating on her sketch. Aeris was so lost in her work that she hadn't even realized that someone had walked up and took a seat on the ground not to far behind her. She paused from her sketch a moment and dug in her purse to retrieve her colored pencils. She carefully colored the party dress a vibrant peach color. The brunette stopped for a moment and looked at her work. A frown spread across her lips, there was something missing, it just didnt have that 'BAM, LOOK AT ME' look to it. Moments later a soccer ball bounced over in her direction hitting her bench. She let out a small gasp and jerked, causing her sketchbook to fall onto the ground. She turned around looking in the direction of where the ball had come and saw a boy sitting on the ground working on his own sketchbook design it seemed. She gasped, and turned back around seeing her sketchbook laying on the ground, the corner of it in a small puddle. "Oh no, oh no!" She bent down and quickly grabbed her sketchbook out of the small puddle and checked the damage. She frowned as she knew a big water spot was going to appear on the whole top right corner of her sketchbook. She checked all the rest of her sketches, luckily nothing had been ruined. She let out a loud groan. "Well this is just great.." Word Count: 431Notes: Sorry took so long![/left][/size] |
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Post by samuel köln on Nov 1, 2009 15:49:47 GMT -5
Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of: [/font][/color] A . Indifference or B. Disinterest in what the critics say[/color] ****************** Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene. Or shrug us off your shoulders; don't approve a single word that we wrote.[/center] Sammy continued working, humming to himself until he heard someone behind him say, Oh no, oh no! He pulled a face, hoping that the voice hadn’t really just come from the direction he’d just tossed his soccer ball. The tall teen frowned when he saw grabbing a sketchbook off the ground with his soccer bally lying nearby. He sighed as he shoved his sketchbook and pencil into his bag, getting up and grabbing the bag. He rushed over to the bench as he said, “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were here… and, erm, yeah, I’m sorry.” He let out a deep breath, his brow furrowing as he looked at the girl. He knew her from the school. He knew she was a design major as well. But what he didn’t know was her name. He was so terrible with names, it wasn’t even funny. He bit his lower lip for a moment before saying, “Is anything ruined?” He’d feel even worse than he did at that moment if something had been ruined. He hadn’t meant to hit anyone. Honestly, he hadn’t thought anyone was near enough to be effected by that damned ball. It’d been an accident, but still, Sera felt pretty bad. He knew how it always sucked to have a sketch get ruined. The lanky teen may brush it off normally when it happened, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt a bit whenever something happened to one of his sketches. With another deep breath, he brushed his hair out of his eyes again as he said, “I, uhm, yeah, sorry.” He was so flustered that he couldn’t even think of anything to say to her. He tentatively took a seat on the bench, holding on to his bag as he said, “Erm, I’m Sera, by the way.” He didn’t know if introducing himself was the best thing; because, well, he didn’t know if she’d even want to talk to him because of the whole sketchbook in the water thing. But, hey, at least that way it gave her something to call him if she started shouting at him. He’d sit there and take it if need be; after all, he knew just how frustrating something like that could be.
tag;; open/aeris
words;; 374
notes;; wow that was bad. sry
music;; phantomrider tokio hotel
credits;; london beckoned songs about money made by machines- patd |
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Post by aeris carmichael on Nov 1, 2009 17:36:39 GMT -5
Aeris dug in her bag for something that she could use to help dry the water off. She finally pulled out a wad of napkins, you'd be surprised what you could find in a girls bag these days. The brunette quickly dabbed at the wet corner of her precious sketchbook. She let out a groan and stopped dabbing at the wet spot examining the damage. She bit her lip and then continued to dab at her partically ruined item. She saw the boy who had been sitting in the grass behind her run up, but she didn't say anything to him and continued with what she was doing. He said, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were here… and, erm, yeah, I’m sorry. She let out a small sigh and looked up at the rather tall boy. She forced a smile and said, "It's fine..it's no big deal really. I think it'll be ok." She quickly looked back down at her sketchbook and continued trying to dry the water. It really was a big deal for her because she had always kept her sketchbook in the best of condition and now it was going to have a big water spot on the top right corner of all the pages. It seemed as if the boy really was sorry and hadn't really meant too, so she didn't want to make him feel worse than what he already did. The boy asked, Is anything ruined? She looked up, a worried look present on her face. She looked back down at her sketchbook, flipping through the pages, she stopped at what she had currently been working on. That page was definitely ruined, it had mudd all over the page from landing face down on the ground. She showed him the page and quietly replied, "Well..unfortunately, this page is ruined. But other than that and a water spot in the top right corner on practically every page, it should be ok. She realized that what she had said would probably make the boy feel even worse even though she hadn't meant for it to. The boy continued, I, uhm, yeah, sorry. She quickly replied with a smile, "Oh don't worry about it. She knew he hadn't meant to and because he was also into fashion designing she could tell that he knew how it would feel to have a sketch ruined. The boy said, Erm, I’m Sera, by the way. Then he took a seat on the bench. Aeris looked at him and smiled, "I'm Aeris. Nice to meet you." She laughed at how ironic the last part sounded, but she didn't want to be rude and she really did like meeting new people. She giggled, "Well, I wish I could have met you without having a page in my sketchbook ruined. Aeris took a seat beside him, and continued to examine her sketchbook, flipping through the pages. She bit the inside of her lip and looked up at the boy, racking her brain of anything that she could possibly say to try and make him feel better. She murmured, "Don't worry about it, there will be tons and tons more sketches I'll make. This was only one. Word Count: 580Outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=13218095Notes: Nahh it's ok![/left][/size] |
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Post by samuel köln on Nov 4, 2009 16:52:24 GMT -5
Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of: [/font][/color] A . Indifference or B. Disinterest in what the critics say[/color] ****************** Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine. Make us it, make us hip, make us scene. Or shrug us off your shoulders; don't approve a single word that we wrote.[/center] I'm Aeris. Nice to meet you. Sera smiled slightly at her response, still feeling guilty about the whole thing. He could tell that she was trying to make him not feel as bad; but, it wasn’t really working. Well, I wish I could have met you without having a page in my sketchbook ruined. He winced slightly and nodded as he smiled a little, “Yeah, that’d definitely make it a lot better.” Once again he messed with his hair absently, never once realizing he was actually doing it. It was just a habit by that point. Even before the change in hair style he’d almost constantly have to brush his hair out of his eyes, only to do it again moments later because the dark locks were always in his eyes. He wouldn’t cut his hair shorter, though. No, he’d done short hair when he was younger and was done with that. Don't worry about it, there will be tons and tons more sketches I'll make. This was only one. Sera nodded slightly with a small smile on his face. “And I bet they’ll be one-hundred percent better, too.” Sera did know that usually with the loss of one sketch, a few of equal or greater quality came out. Well, at least for him. He wasn’t sure about with Aeris. He bit his lower lip lightly for a moment before sighing softly. “I’m just going to say sorry one more time cuz it’ll bug me if I don’t… so, yeah, I really am sorry. Guess I should pay more attention to things around me.” He felt a little better about the whole thing; but, then decided that unless she seemed like really upset by it, he’d just push it aside for the time being… focus on something else. “So, uhm, you’re a junior, too, right?” Sera knew for a fact that Aeris was a design major; but, he didn’t quite remember if she was one of them in his own grade or not. He spent time with so many different people it was hard to keep track of the ones he didn’t really know, even if they were in his major. He knew most of the people in his major by sight at least. Noah was really the only other fashion major he was close to; and, he was still working on that friendship, though things were a lot better than they had been, not that they’d ever been bad or anything. “Do you come here to sketch often? I don’t usually. I don’t actually come here alone often; but, it was too early to bug my friends,” he said absently and it took a few moments for him to realize he’d actually spoken, smiling warmly at Aeris when he did.
tag;; open/aeris
words;; 461
notes;; XD
music;; knives and pens black veil brides
credits;; london beckoned songs about money made by machines- patd |
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