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Post by samuel köln on Nov 25, 2009 1:08:36 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 sat down on an empty bench at the park, dropping his bag at his feet. A small smile was on his face as the cool fall air made his face start to turn slightly pink. He liked the cooler weather, it was nice, but so far hadn’t been as cold as what he was used to back home. The dark haired teen had an extra jacket shoved in his bag in case he got cold anyway. His black hair, which had been styled up in a fauxhawk often of as of late after cutting his hair, was down and unstyled that day; but, it was hidden for the most part by a black beanie hat he’d slid on as he walked out the door. Bending over, he dug out his sketchbook and a pencil before pulling his feet up to sit cross-legged on the bench. As he opened the sketchbook to a blank page, he let out a deep breath. The only reason he’d gone there alone instead of with some friends or plans of playing soccer or something was because he was hoping for some sort of inspiration to hit. He’d told one of his best friends, Lise, who was also a design student and a calligraphy, that he’d been having problems with inspiration lately. Honestly, he was still having trouble. With a sigh, the brown eyed teen glanced around him brushing the few strands of dark hair that got pinned in front of his face to the side and out of the way. Then, he bent over slightly as he started sketching the park. He couldn’t think of anything else to do. He needed to be working on his project; but, whenever he tried to think of something, all he saw was a blank page. And it killed him. He blamed school-burn-out on it. Honestly, he thought a break might do him some good; but, he’d push himself to try to come up with something anyway. Though the way things were going, he’d end up turning in a half-assed assignment thrown together ten minutes before it was due. As much as Sera hated school, he hated doing that too. Because, well, if he was going to take time to do something, it had to be done right. He’d always been kind of a complainer when it came to homework and classes, putting things off to the last minute, but he got things done in the end. Samuel took a moment to look down at what he was drawing. Ugh, that sucks, he thought as he wrinkled his nose slightly before sighing and knocking his sketchbook aside, setting the pencil down before crossing his arms. The design student closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before opening them again. “Oh,” he said softly, realizing there was someone standing there. Not quite sure how long he’d ignored the other person’s presence without meaning to, he smiled sheepishly. “Hi. Erm, do you want to sit?” he asked as he moved his sketchbook out of the way, just in case.
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Post by demetri montroli on Nov 25, 2009 2:25:09 GMT -5
It’s.Hard.To.Look.At.Saints. Without.Them.Reflecting.Your.Jet.Black.Aura.Back.On.You. -------------------------------
Demetri decided to go to the park today. He had a project in school had he had to sculpt a landscape so he decided he would go and get a few sketches done for it.He was wearing a teal button up shirt that tied at the waist. It had three-quarter length sleeves that are rolled up to his elbow. For pants he was wearing a pair of white jeans and on his feet were a pair of black dress shoes with black laces. He was pretty cold in this weather but he was doing all right. He was never good with cold weather. Where he was from it was decently warm, it was a city right off the Mediterranean sea. He hates the cold and that's how he had always been. He had a messanger bag over his side as he walked. His sketchbook was opened as he sketched. He stopped at spots here and there to sketch out a few things.
These sketches were quick but he did add detail to them sense he did need to physically make these things. He still wasn't sure what it was going to be but it had to be nature, that was all he knew. He was spaced out, he ran a hand through his unnatural red hair. It was hard to miss him walking down the street. He flipped a page as one page was full of images. He started on the next pages, his left hand holding his pencil lightly as he sketched. He would stop walking when he started adding detail to the individual picture. He didn't even realize that he stopped in front of someone on a bench. He had seen this tree that was small and thin with notches and such and he really liked it.
“Oh,” Demetri heard someone say as he was quickly brought out of his world as he turned his head quickly to stare over at the other person with a slightly surprised expression as it was obvious he was caught off guard. “Hi. Erm, do you want to sit?” Demetri noted the sketchbook. "Do you go to Robbins?" Demetri asked curiously, his Italian accent very apparent. Demetri sat down next to the other as he closed his own sketchbook, he thought a small break would be good. He had been walking around for a good forty five minutes or so, he deserved a break.
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Post by samuel köln on Nov 25, 2009 11:52:29 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] The boy who’d been standing there had bright red hair that Sera found wicked cool. Black was about as unusual a color as he got, being a natural blond. Most people didn’t know that, but he’d been dying his hair black for years. When he was a lot younger he’d done a red color, but it had turned out bad and he’d decided never again. Do you go to Robbins? Sera smiled slightly at the accent the other boy had, but he wasn’t able to place it. It wasn’t one he was used to, anyway. He was really good with the different German accents, Danish, Dutch, and other ones from right around where he was from… places he visited often. He nodded slightly before saying, “Ja, erm, I’m a junior. Do you go there?” He was sure the other boy did go to the arts school because he’d asked first, but he thought it’d be best to ask just in case he only knew someone who went there or something. At the same time though, he thought it’d be kind of bad if he missed the other boy in the halls or something. He had a very different look that should’ve made him easy to spot. But then, Samuel spent a lot of time lost in his thoughts without paying much attention to the world around him. So even with the boy’s look, the brown eyed boy could very well have missed the other teen. He held out his hand to shake the other boy’s as he said, “I’m Sera... Well, Samuel, but only my mother calls me that… and usually when I’m in trouble.” He smiled again, knowing that honestly, he’d answer to just about anything but “Samuel”. He’d answer to any nickname you could think of from “Samuel”, his middle name, his last name, “hey you”, or whatever else as long as it was directed at him. His full first name was just too… not him. It was just way too formal. He absently messed with his sketchbook, folding the papers up and letting them fall back down as they slid against his fingers. “Your accent…” Sera said with yet another smile, feeling curious. “What is it?” Sera loved accents, learning where the different ones were from. Lise’s was easy to figure out; French accents were one of those that almost everyone in the world could figure out along with Australian and British. Well, and to him a general American accent was noticeable, along with being able to tell if someone was from the southern states. Past that, Sera didn’t really know the difference in the American dialects.
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Post by demetri montroli on Nov 26, 2009 1:22:40 GMT -5
It’s.Hard.To.Look.At.Saints. Without.Them.Reflecting.Your.Jet.Black.Aura.Back.On.You. -------------------------------
Demetri liked his hair. He was born with black hair, boring back hair. Demetri was like art he liked to express himself. He never liked his dark hair, he would dye it black again but normally it would quickly turn blond or brown or even red again.“Ja, erm, I’m a junior. Do you go there?” Demetri nodded. "Yes. I am a Junior there as well." He said with a soft smile. "What are you there for I have not seen you?" Demetri said lightly. He loved it here, it was such a nice place and he liked most things as long as he was no back at home, he loved where he lived but he didn't like his family, he didn't fit in much. Demetri always thought he was easy to spot and he did get some strange looks, but at the same time here he didn't get as many looks as he use to. People here were use to more individuality and he loved it.
“I’m Sera... Well, Samuel, but only my mother calls me that… and usually when I’m in trouble.” Demetri looked over at him. "I feel bad now. I usually am one to introduce myself before talking passed it. It is nice to meet you, my name is Demetri." He said with a kind smile. "My mother use to call me tri-tri, I do not remember her ever being mad at me or being in trouble. Of course he passed away when I was seven." Demetri said calmly. His tone definitely gave away to the fact that he was over her death but he still missed her. He wasn't grieving anymore he was in the stage where he made it a goal to never forget because all that was left was her memory and he planned to never forget.
“Your accent…”...“What is it?” He heard the other say. "Oh, Italian is my first language, i came here from Italy." Demetri said with a nod. "What about you? I have noticed you speak differently then other people here." Demetri said looking over at the others. Demetri sat a little hunched over as he had his fore arms rested on his sketchbook that sat on his lap. He shivered a little as a breeze rolled by, he was ok though. He was starting to get use to the cold, he still didn't like it though.
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Post by samuel köln on Nov 26, 2009 14:32:36 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] Yes. I am a Junior there as well Sera smiled back at the other boy absently picking at the grey nail polish he’d put on the night before in his boredom. What are you there for I have not seen you? Sera looked down at his sketchbook for a moment before looking back at the other boy with a smile as he said, “I’m a design major… fashion design. It’s a lot of fun, but tends to bring people even more pre-notions about me.” Sera shrugged slightly, knowing people always made assumptions about him. They didn’t really bug him, though. Well, except when they assumed he was a girl. Honestly, they could assume he was gay all they wanted. He was bi so it wasn’t all that far from the truth; he didn’t really like the way people tended to treat him, though, when they did assume he was gay. Because most of those who did tended to have a problem with it. “What’re you studying?” he asked with another smile. He wasn’t going to assume it was traditional media or something just because the other boy had a sketchbook. Because for all he knew, the guy could’ve been a photography major who just liked to draw in his free time. I feel bad now. I usually am one to introduce myself before talking passed it. It is nice to meet you, my name is Demetri. Sera nodded slightly, as he absently messed with the star necklace he’d worn that day. “I’m terrible with names, so please don’t feel bad if I forget,” the brown eyed boy warned him with a soft laugh, knowing it was true. He was so bad at remembering names. They were one of the things he forgot easily, like his train of thought. My mother use to call me tri-tri, I do not remember her ever being mad at me or being in trouble. Of course he passed away when I was seven. He smiled slightly at the nickname, not replying with the usual not fully felt statement of “I’m sorry”. It never felt like it was strong enough of a statement to him; plus, Demetri’s demeanor led him to believe that it didn’t bother the other teen anymore. Oh, Italian is my first language, i came here from Italy. Sera smiled again with a nod at the other boy’s answer. He’d never been to Italy, though his brother had… he thought so anyway. What about you? I have noticed you speak differently then other people here. With a soft laugh, Sera nodded, pushing up the long sleeves of his shirt a little. “I’m from Leipzig… Germany,” he added the country as an afterthought, knowing that not many people actually knew where Leipzig was though Berlin they did, for obvious reasons. “I’ve never been to Italy, though. Is it nice there?” He’d always loved travelling, found it interesting to learn more about other cultures; but, he did get homesick when he was travelling too. Though school kept him busy and he didn’t have the best relationship with his dad, he still missed home when he took time to think about it.
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Post by demetri montroli on Nov 26, 2009 15:28:23 GMT -5
It’s.Hard.To.Look.At.Saints. Without.Them.Reflecting.Your.Jet.Black.Aura.Back.On.You. -------------------------------
“I’m a design major… fashion design. It’s a lot of fun, but tends to bring people even more pre-notions about me.” Demetri smiled lightly. "That is amazing, it sounds like a lot of fun. I think there are many amazing things at Robbins it is so hard to pick just one area of study." Demetri said with a nod. He always loved to try new things and to have a majority of your classes around one thing was a little sad but he couldn't be a traditional media student because he really wanted to get more in depth in his favorite subject. “What’re you studying?” Demetri smiled lightly. "I am here for scuplting. For such a things the mediums to use are endless which is why it is so exciting to me, but my favorite thing to use is wax." Demetri said with a nod. "very messy though." He said with a smile. He never used such things as molds for his wax, he had a very unusual way of doing things, but it made it so much more fun.
“I’m terrible with names, so please don’t feel bad if I forget,” Demetri nodded."It is ok I do not mind just simply ask if you forget." He said lightly. "I like names, especially ones that are not hard to forget. Like yours, for example, it is very unique. I like it much." He said with a smile as his lack of English skills was starting to show with every passing word. Learning a language was a big task but he thought he was doing a good job. “I’m from Leipzig… Germany,”...“I’ve never been to Italy, though. Is it nice there?” Demetri smiled. "Wow, that is very cool. I have never been there." He said lightly. "I have been asked that before and yes it is nice but at the same times it is hard for me to really explain since I consider it my home, so when I go back I do not think 'oh it's nice here', I think 'oh this place has not changed'." Demetri said lightly as he felt his explanation could be hard to follow.
He looked up lightly as he glanced at the tree he had been sketching early, he hadn't finished it since his attention had been caught by the interesting boy next to him. He opened his book enough for him to access the page as he sketched a little more, it was something he didn't when he felt nervous around people. Even though Demetri's demeanor was calm and friendly, inside he was very nervous around new people. He hated meeting people but he definitely wasn't going to like run away or something, it just always seemed to be such an awkward task.
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Post by samuel köln on Nov 26, 2009 21:34:59 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 shrugged slightly when Demetri nodded and said, “I guess it depends on the person. I mean, it wasn’t a hard decision for me. It was the only thing I wanted to do.” He listened with a small smile as the other boy answered his question. He’d never tried sculpting, but something told him he wouldn’t be all that good at it anyway. He laughed softly when Demetri stated sculpting with wax was messy but his favorite. “I bet it would be, especially when left in my hands,” the design student said with a smile. Of course, he’d probably use the wax to purposely cause a mess with some of his friends. It is ok I do not mind just simply ask if you forget. Sera nodded slightly as he said, “I’ll try to remember that.” It was kind of ongoing joke with some of his friends that he’d forget his head if it wasn’t attached to his head because he was always forgetting small things and losing his train of thought. I like names, especially ones that are not hard to forget. Like yours, for example, it is very unique. I like it much. The dark haired teen laughed softly as he glanced around a little as he said, “Yeah, I guess it is. I’m not too sure how I got that nickname, though. “Sera” doesn’t really seem like a derivative of “Samuel”.” Honestly, his nickname had been around so long, he couldn’t remember how it came into being. It just was by that point. He signed all his papers with it and he was almost certain it was somewhere on his school records that he answered more often to it than his first name. Wow, that is very cool. I have never been there. Sera smiled brightly at the other boy, crossing his arms over his stomach. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. I like it there, anyway,” he stated, looking down at his sketchbook for a moment as the redheaded teen continued talking. I have been asked that before and yes it is nice but at the same times it is hard for me to really explain since I consider it my home, so when I go back I do not think 'oh it's nice here', I think 'oh this place has not changed'. Sera bit his lower lip lightly as he looked at Demetri, listening to the other foreign boy talk. Once again, he nodded slightly as he said, “Ja, I understand. It’s always difficult to explain your hometown to someone else. It holds something to you that others may never see.” Sera smiled slightly again, biting his lower lip absently once more as Demetri began sketching. The dark haired boy could see what he was doing and smiled a little brighter as he said, “That’s good… your drawing, I mean. I’m not that great of a drawer, but I have fun with it anyway; and, I can sketch my designs just fine so that’s all that matters.” Sera knew he wasn’t the best artist, but with his major as long as the finished project showed what it needed, everything was good.
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Post by demetri montroli on Nov 27, 2009 3:57:01 GMT -5
It’s.Hard.To.Look.At.Saints. Without.Them.Reflecting.Your.Jet.Black.Aura.Back.On.You. -------------------------------
“I guess it depends on the person. I mean, it wasn’t a hard decision for me. It was the only thing I wanted to do.” Demetri nodded. "I see.. I wanted to do Sculpting more then everything else but I love to draw." Demetri said with a nod. "I am not a good painter though, unless I am painting something I sculpted, that is different." Demetri said with a soft smile. He had trouble making tints and such with paint and making things looks real and three dimensional. With sculpting though the thing was all ready three dimensional so you didn't need to worry about shadows. He loved sculpting so much. “I bet it would be, especially when left in my hands,” Demetri laughed lightly. "You need to remember to wear gloves, it can be very hot because I like to melt it. Gives it more smooth look." Demetri said with a smile.
“I’ll try to remember that.” Demetri nodded. "I hope you do, I do not think my name is that hard especially if you can remember me by my hair." Demetri said with a nod. "I do not plan to change the color any time soon." He said with a smile. “Yeah, I guess it is. I’m not too sure how I got that nickname, though. “Sera” doesn’t really seem like a derivative of “Samuel”.” Demetri nodded. "I think it is cool. I would rather call you Sera then Sam, much more unique." Demetri said happily. He really did like that name.“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. I like it there, anyway,” Demetri nodded. He had to agree he liked his home as well, he was glad he was here though. “Ja, I understand. It’s always difficult to explain your hometown to someone else. It holds something to you that others may never see.” Demetri smiled brightly. "I am glad that you understand, most people do not." The small smile remained on his afterward.
“That’s good… your drawing, I mean. I’m not that great of a drawer, but I have fun with it anyway; and, I can sketch my designs just fine so that’s all that matters.” Demetri flinched as he closed his book. He blushed almost the same color as his hair. "Oh.. um... thank you.." He said lightly. He was always timid about his art, especially when it wasn't done and especially his drawings since it was one of his weaker areas. He was decent at drawing but he wasn't as naturally gifted as some people were.
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Post by samuel köln on Nov 28, 2009 16:10:00 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] I am not a good painter though, unless I am painting something I sculpted, that is different. Sammy laughed a little as he smiled and continued absently messing with the star necklace he wore. “My friends no better than to leave me alone with paints… or leave me supervised with paints. I can guarantee, nobody would walk out of the room without paint on them,” He smiled at Demetri before looking out at the park again, knowing if he were to paint something he’d end up with it on himself, therefore he’d have to get some on his friends as well, just so they matched or something equally ridiculous as that used as an explanation. Sera smiled when the other teen laughed softly. He always loved being able to make other people smile or laugh, even if it was over something stupid he’d done. Honestly, he didn’t mind at all. It never really bothered him. But, there were times it did get to him, he just didn’t let it show. If he could laugh at himself for it, though, well, then there was no reason to be upset. You need to remember to wear gloves, it can be very hot because I like to melt it. Gives it more smooth look. With a slight nod and another smile, the dark haired boy said, “I will definitely keep that in mind, if I ever find myself sculpting… though I doubt it’d happen. I’m not that good at it.” He wrinkled his nose slightly, remembering his basic art classes and projects. He did well at sketches that didn’t have to be too detailed and photography, but besides that he was better at music in the arts area. I do not plan to change the color any time soon. Sera smiled again, letting go of the necklace as he absently pulled down the sleeves of his purple shirt again. “Well, I think that’s good. I like the color it is now. It’s cool.” Sera really liked Demetri’s hair color, even if it wasn’t something he’d do himself. He would more likely do funky styles with his hair, like how he used to style it out and had taken to styling it in a fauxhawk lately, than color it anything but black. I think it is cool. I would rather call you Sera then Sam, much more unique. Sera smiled at the other teen again at his statement, biting his lip lightly and looking down at his own sketchbook. Sera couldn’t help but smile when Demetri did, it only faltering a bit when the other teen flinched. Oh.. um... thank you.. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling kind of bad that he’d looked since the other boy seemed uncomfortable with it. Then, he smiled slightly again and said, “Well, it’s the truth.” He gestured to his own sketchbook with another small smile. “Especially compared to my stuff… and especially lately. I’ve kinda lost all inspiration.” Sera winced whenever he looked through the more recently used pages in his sketchbook, finding everything on the pages not up to par. Nothing he came up with had been anywhere near his expectations, and it bugged him to no end.
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