Under the Violet Moon (Open)

[Willow Sage Eshire]

Dim lights. Hazy evenings. Darkening skies. The long day finally ending, as everything on this God forsaken island began to wind down. Clubs and night life was not taken into count- the atmosphere and the nature, how ever, was. The cool night air was begining to set in, as the fog and the heavy dark blue clouds pulled in from the East. The moon, as ironic as it was, was the exact opposite of the aproaching darkness. Despite of all the protests of the fading sun, it was rising high, a full circle waiting to dominate the skies in it's bluish glow. It was funny, how the moon can light up the world nearly like day time... but at the same time, give everything a misterious, eery feeling. No wonder all the horror movies were set at night.

Silence. Everything, all around was quiting down, that is save for the crickets that began their usual chirp, the never ending song. Yet, even at that, with the slightest breeze, there was a kind of stillness that crept over the island. Somewhere, far bellow, far away, was the night life. Clubs, streets, bars, underground, here... here it was quiet. Calm and tranquill... as tranquilll as it could be on a far away island far from the world of civilization. Far from the typical, unfortunately not idiotic, but, with out a doubt hectic world.

The usially empty contours of the roof disterbed by a figure. To anyone who didn't know better, it was a ghost. To those who knew, it was simply the odd, but lovable, girl who seemed to had been conjured up from a fairytale. Or at least in this light she seemed like one. Sitting absolutely still in the evening light, her dress spread about her, her gray eyes looked out into the distance, lost in thought. Today, her dress was rather suttel, in comparison to some of her days. The pointed witche's hat with a pink bow on the tip, swinging slightly with the wind. A black vest with silver embroidery, and dangly stuff on the edges, resting over a long sleeved black and white striped shirt. Underneath, a long black gypsy skirt, with a silver scarf tied at the hip. Her feet dressed in long pink socks, with black tie up boots on a small heel. Her hair were loose, aside from teh little braid on a side of her face that had feathers, beads, and charms woven in. They made a funny jingly noice when moved....

Next to her, laying ontop of a dark brown messenger back with black and white butterflies , was the most importaint thing in her life. Sort of... Her sketchbook. The sketchbook that contained sketches from a while back, and the more recent ones too. It was the one thing that she never left her room with out, the one thing that no matter how she was dressed always fit into style. After all, what's an artist with out the art?

Today... today was a long day. She had some phone calls from her mother, had a couple of tests, and over all... simply one of those long days. Evening so far, was not much better, untill she discovered the stairs to the roof... then the evening got so much better. Making sure no one saw her, she sneaked up the stairs, finding the door unlocked sliped onto the roof. Findint it a suitable, yet inspirational atmosphere, she began to draw, her mind begining to wonder to the far lands of creativity and wonder. Peacefullness... Silence.... Tranquility.... and pleanty of time and muse to spare....

[nate alexander erickson]

It was late, Nate knew this fact. It was obvious as soon as he looked at the time on a clock, or just glanced out a window and realized it was dark and cool outside. He knew that most young kids would be hitting the clubs right about now, off dancing and laughing and having the times of their lives, but not him. He was lying in his bed in the dorms building. He was not underneath the comforter. Instead, he was still dressed in his clothes he's been wearing all day and staring at the ceiling directly in front of him, his hands folded over his stomach. He had a blank, distant expression on his face, as if he was in some sort of trance. He was just so tired, yet he couldn't fall asleep. He didn't feel like sleeping though, he wanted to be awake. So he concentrated on it.

After what seemed like forever, or at least four hours, Nate let his eyelids fall shut for a minute as he swallowed. When he opened his eyes, he looked over at the time on the alarm clock. His teeth clenched and he wanted to smash the clock after he saw it had only been about ten minutes. He sat up and let his legs hang over the edge of the bed, his feet touching the floor. He rested his elbows on his knees and held his chin in his hands. He blinked a few times, glancing around the room every once in a while. Then something clicked in his brain and his eyes opened wide as he stood up, walked across the room, and grabbed his sketchpad, leaving the dorm.

The night was silent for the most part, although, he swore he could feel the beat of the bass thumping under his feet and almost hear the faint, barely audible sound of music playing. He was glad he had put a sweater on though, because it had cooled off. For a second he thought he could almost see his breath, but he didn't think it was that cold, just his mind playing tricks on him.

He didn't actually know where he was going until he came upon the school and realized he was walking in the building after finding the doors to be open. It felt weird to be in the school this late after school hours when the halls were dark and quiet and empty. Almost eery feeling. A shiver went down his spine as he continued to walk down the halls, sketchpad held under his arm. He came upon arts area and realized there was a door cracked open. His eyebrows crinkled in confusion, and his head tilted to one side, a frown making its way on to his face. He sauntered over to it and reached for the handle. It was only after Nate had pulled the door open that he realized that the staircase led up to the roof. He narrowed his eyes, still slightly puzzled, and after looking around, shut the door behind him, and carefully made his way up the stairs.

The view from the roof was breathtaking and very inspirational to him. He inhaled a few deep breaths of the night air when he looked over and noticed a young blond girl. She had on an odd apparel choice, but it almost amused him. The corners of his mouth slowly formed into a small smile. She had a sketchpad too. A fellow artist. It made him glance down at his own paper pad. He wanted to go give her some company, but he wasn't sure if she'd like it. She looked familiar to him though, he thought maybe he's seen her around school or somewhere around the town probably. His feet began taking him forward, uncontrollably, heading towards her. When he was almost next to her, he spoke. “Aren't you cold?”

(ooc: i'm gonna be gone for two days so it might take me a little while to reply)

[Willow Sage Eshire]

(LoL, no worries, I'm busy alot as well)

The light faded, and with it the magnificent arrey of colors that put a rainbow to shame. The young girl, rather mesmorized by the shapes, blends, tints, transitionns.... a keen artist's eye picking up even the slightest change in otherwise the same color as it spread across the skies. The domain of the day and the sun was fading. To the east, the queen arose. The full moon that have inspired so many through out tthe centuries of this world. It's silverish surface, gentle bluish light, it' royal appearence amongst the dark night sky.

She always wanted to paint an evening sky.. Especially up in the mountains.. She found them fascinnting.. Unfortunnately, due some sad twist of fate, she coudn't. she'd get the color, the tone, the transitions... but it would not come together. Almost as if the canvas was mockiing her by sudenlly not allowinng the media to lay down smoothly. The lines, sizes, strokes, all seemed wrong.. Nothingn to compare with the beauty of the momennt.

She sighed softly, her gray eyes appearing like two little moons of their ownn, as she looked up at the sky.. Lost in the thought, yet her mind absolutely blank. The hands yearned for a drawing, but the eyes refused to tear away from the evenninng beauty. Especialy here, here where the citty lights did not kill the night's serenity. here, where off to the distance, one still heard the ocean tides. Here, where tthey were sent for God only knows what reason......

His voice startled her, makingn the young 'witch' jump, as her head sharply churned to face the speaker. Her eyes wide, and breathingn rapid, she stared at the intruder. After a few moments she calmed down, her intial shock replaced by a warm grin.. 'Nop! But I brought a clock if it'll get chilli! She replies cheerfully, shaking her head a bit. Though, she had to admit, typically she would have been cold, but for some reason, at the moment she wasnt..'sorry about that, you just kind of started me.... but, come, sit, the view is out of this world! I swear!" she smiled making a wide gesttre with her hand, while patting the place next to her

[nate alexander erickson]

He didn't mean to startle her, but really there was no way not to. Anything he would have said to her would've in some way startle her, most likely. His gaze fell upon her face for a moment as she turned around and faced him. Her face glowed in the beautiful, moonlit night. Her eyes were gray, yet they seemed to sparkle, almost shine like the moon. Once you got past her odd outfit, she was actually fairly attractive, at least, Nate thought so.

She smiled up at him and it completely brightened her face even more. Her voice was cheerful and peppy. It was definitely safe to say she wasn't a shy girl, that was for sure. He didn't really know what to say to her response at first. He just kind of looked at her, a half puzzled, half amused expression on his face as he slowly started nodding his head. Finally he said the first word that came to mind. “Okay.”

He grinned looking down at the girl in the witch costume as she spoke. “Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, it just sorta happened...” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders and putting his hands in his pockets. He followed her orders and sat down in the empty spot next to her, setting his sketch pad on his lap. His intense ice blue eyes then focused on the beautiful scene that she had referred to in her speech. And she was right. It was amazing. Even though the weather was kind of chipper.

(ooc: sorry it's a crappy post D : i'll try to make the next one better)

[Willow Sage Eshire]

She smiled briefly glancing over the guy. Unlike her, he didn't look familiar. That fact now making her more curious as to whom he was. After all, not many people liked being out on the rooftops in the middle of the night, ok evening. She chuckled nodding briefly at Nate. "Don't worry, it's not your fault! ....Besides, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, I get startled real easy....the girl laughed, her eyes fallowing him as he sat down before lowering down to the sketchpad.

"You draw?" With that question, her face lit up even more, this time with excitetment. She loved art. To say the least, it was her life. Her parents told that she drew alot before the accident too, but..... who knows. People in the Art Therapy department kept saying that it was a way for the subcountious to deal with newly accuired problems and stuff. Willow just liked to belive that it's fun. Besides she was good at it so why not?

"Beautifull is't it? When she spoke this time, her voice was softer, almost gentle as apposed to the cheerfull excitement it was before. Her face churned away from him, as she looked out toward the horizon. The moon's bluish light spread over the land, drenching trees ini itt's gentle glow. The campus buildings looking eery as they stood out against the dark skies.. In the distance, the ocean sprakled as the moon played witht in it's waves. "You can'tt see anything this amazing in the city....' Willow smiled, as she glanced over at her companion. Acttually takinng the time to obseve his features.

(err... sorry mine's not tthe best one in the bunnch.... I'm sick so my brain is refusing to think... soo yea...)

[nate alexander erickson]

Nate glanced over at her, noticing that she was looking at him, smiling. He turned away, focusing instead on the amazing view of the sky and the buildings. And, if you looked deeper, you could see some of the lights in the windows were on. For some reason, he seemed to get uncomfortable staring at people. He didn't quite like the feeling of people staring at him either, so that was one of the reasons he didn't like staring back. He gritted his teeth, a blank expression on his face, his mouth almost a thin line.

He had to blink a few times before he realized she was speaking. “Ah, okay, I see,” he said, raising his eyebrows. In his opinion so far, she seemed to be fairly confident and outgoing. He seemed to meet a lot of people with that similar personality trait. He was looking over her and glanced up at her hat. He was very tempted to flick at it or touch or something, but decided against it. Then he noticed her gaze shift to his drawing pad.

Her cheerful, light voice sounded extra excited when she asked if he drew. “Um, yep.” It looked pretty obvious, being he had a sketchpad resting in his lap. He shrugged, flipping quickly through the papers, passing through his previous sketches. Some he liked, and some he wasn't too fond of. Then he finally ended on the cover page.

Now she spoke again, only her voice quieter, softer as she referred to the beautiful view they were witnessing. “Yeah...” he agreed, his response just trailing off as he continued to look with her. How the moonlight spread over the horizon, sweeping the land. It was amazing. He smiled, chuckling quietly to himself in agreement. “That's for sure. Too many lights and buildings in the way.”