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Post by nate alexander erickson on Oct 5, 2009 19:17:34 GMT -5
  Oh, how grabbing a camera and just snapping a picture would be oh so much easier than drawing something. But Nate thought that drawing took all the more effort. Not that he didn't like photography or anything because that was hard work sometimes too, don't get him wrong. Maybe that was why Nate liked to draw though. That, and the fact that it kept his mind away from all the wrongs and miss-doings he's done in his past. And let me tell you, he isn't happy with a lot of the past choices he's made.
This was probably his tenth time flipping to another page and starting over. First, he tried to do one of the entrance. Gave up. Then he attempted the playground where a bunch of little kids were playing. Quickly gave up on the too because it was hard when everything was moving and kids would leave and as soon as he erased them out of the picture, some other kids would come back. So he gave up trying to keep up with that. He started with the pretty path going through the thick mass of trees, but he hated how he drew his trees so he ended that one also. Finally, he settled upon this couple—waiting a while to make sure they weren't gonna just get up and leave—who were planted on a picnic blanket on the grass with a picnic basket set in between their bodies. He liked how the sight looked: loving, beautiful, peaceful, calm. You could list off a crap load of words to describe the scene, but those were a few of the ones he picked out of random, and so he smiled to himself and took a seat on a nearby bench, beginning to sketch out the scene.
He glanced up every now and then to check and make sure they were still there. Every time he looked up, he would always end up watching the two for a moment. About once or twice, the guy, Nate guessed around the age of twenty, would put a hand on the girl's chin and they would just stare at each other for the longest time. That point in time usually when Nate had to focus back down on the drawing because he was started to get a tad disgusted. He thought it was cute, yes, but only to a specific point to which he he could stand. Like that, for example. Or when they would feed each other grapes. It made him think of those movies, and..... He went back to his drawing, what he was good at.
He dabbed his finger along a few spots that needed help with shading, carefully running it along the smooth paper. He didn't really like having to use his finger, mostly because it always got that pencil crap all over it and it would smudge all over everything, from his face to sections of the paper that he did not want shaded. He picked up his thumb and looked at it. As he assumed, it was pretty much a full layer of dark gray metallic stuff. He frowned, licking his other finger and rubbing the two together. That usually worked to get rid of the silvery metallic junk. Then he wiped it off on his jeans, leaving a smear of it behind. Whoops.
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Post by ryan lovett cartier on Oct 5, 2009 20:03:34 GMT -5
  [psst, see that sexiness? up there? ^ yeah, that's by allstar23 of caution 2.0. no stealing, biotches o:]okay, so maybe today wasn't the best of days for ryan. it wasn't that it was a bad day, persay; he didn't have those. nope, it was simply that it was a bit shy of the normal shiny awesomeness it usually had. yeah, that was a nice way of putting it. you know how it goes, oversleeping, not being able to find any clean clothes (and thus having to do a load in a towel and nothing else but your skin), knocking over a cupful of jesso (for those who aren't art-inclined, its thick white paint you spread over canvas to smooth out the surface) onto a project he'd been working on...yeah, that had been the worst part, for sure. it was one of those things that happened that made you just have to escape your dorm before you threw something because you were so upset. and throwing things was decidedly uncool, especially when it was your own stuff being both the...throw-ee (?) and the target. ch'yeah, it was time for a walk.
as always (it would be ludicris to expect anything else from ry), he had his iPod with him. rather than entrusting his current (volatile) mood to shuffle, he was playing d.j. for himself. first, it had been dark blue by jack's mannequin; now it was check yes, juliet, and hey, it was working! it was just cheerful and bouncy enough to put the spring back in his step. well, at least until he got home and was reminded of why he'd been so sad--the picture, a panorama scenescape in deep purples and pinks, had been unsalvagable and he'd had to trash it. sure, he had other works to switch to, but honestly, who liked seeing hours of work go down the drain?
allowing the music to take him over for a little bit, ry closed his eyes as he strolled along. that may have been a bold (or stupid) move, but he was just adept enough at walking (meaning he wasn't exactly clumsy, but he still wouldn't consider dance as a profession) that he felt he could do it without making a complete arse of himself. and if he did...hey, you just had to learn to laugh stuff like that off, or life would quickly get the best of you. blushes faded, all it would be then was another memory between you and another person, right? (ah, if only everyone had ryan's blissful optimism about them, right?)
"run baby run
don't ever look back
they'll tear us apart
if you give them the chance
don't sell your heart
don't say we're not meant to be
run baby run
forever will be
you and me..."
ryan was not a bashful kid (duh), so he had no problem singing aloud to the birds, the trees, the rocks, all the cute little kids, the sun himself. ryan had a theory that music was supposed to be sang about, it simply was an injustice not to sing if you wanted to! once again, nevermind who heard you, what did it matter so long as you were smiling and having a good time? (of course, ryan didn't always approve of that whole "so long as its fun..." theory; he had morals, you know!) opening his eyes to lower them to his bag at his side (ry was bi-sexual and really had no qualms about what people thought about him, do you really think carrying a messenger bag was beneath him?), the boy rustled about until he found what he was looking for. it was completely and utterly random, and a bit laughable really, but to ryan, it was lunch: he'd produced a foil package, and upon closer inspection, one could see it contained two s'more-flavored poptarts. breaking off a small-ish chunk and popping it into his mouth, the boy hummed (duh, politeness was a virtue, and besides, talking--or singing--with your mouth full was gross!) along, changing his tune seemlessly when the song changed. swallowing the sticky, chocolately goodness, he was faced with the hard decision (well, to him, anyway, but then again, ry was a kid who didn't let normal stuff get to him): eat another bite, or sing along some? he opted for choice number two, as he always seemed to; music was just too irresistible, even for a s'morey poptart. besides, it was a really good song to dance around like an idiot for. which, he did.
"i came here to make you dance tonight
i don't care about my guilty pleasure for you
shut up cause we won't stop
and we're getting down till the sun's coming up..."
in addition to dancing like one, ry was now grinning like an idiot to. it was hard not to--in fact, he found it rather difficult to remember why he'd been upset before. how was that for simple-mindedness and a.d.h.d?
while ry hadn't been paying attention, the path combined with his own feet had spat him out next to a playground. there was a cute little couple off to the side, some friggin' adorable kiddos on the monkey bars, and a kid from the boarding school working on a graphite piece with a noteable amount of frustration on his face. ry to the rescue!, the boy thought with a widening of his smile, because this was exactly the thing he loved to do: swoop in, make a new friend (an artist, none-the-less!), and cheer someone up, too! bounding over, the male plopped down next to nate, taking out one headphone (that was as much of a common courtesy as he could extend for anyone, even megan) and sticking out his hand to shake at the same time. "heya! i'm ry!" he smiled, ignoring the insatiable urge to dance with difficulty, instead telling himself to focus (obviously not an easy thing to do with him). "you looked like you were about to get mad if somebody didn't distract you for a sec from your work," he grinned jovially, because boy did he know that feeling! (oh yeah, that's what was up with me earlier! dang. stupid jesso, he thought with a wrinkling of his nose, but it quickly passed).
outfit; check out that cutie!
lyrics; check yes, juliet - we the kings and guilty pleasure - cobra starship
comments; um, none, except, yeah? ry? friggin adorable :]
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Post by nate alexander erickson on Oct 10, 2009 16:33:59 GMT -5
His nose crinkled at the drawing. He decided he didn't much like it and thought best to start over on something else. Good idea too, being the couple gathered up all their stuff together and strolled off toward the entrance, arms brushing and every now and then smiling at each other. Nate rolled his eyes at the sight. He wasn't trying to be one of those types that absolutely is disgusted by public affections, but seriously. Sometimes, people needed to get a room. Especially when they couldn't stop staring at each other. He could've swore they almost walked straight into a picnic table. Not like they would've noticed or anything.
He licked his thumb and pressed it to the bottom corner of the page his unlikeable drawing was on and flipped it over to a blank sheet. He dropped his pencil on the blank white paper having his hands free as he stretched out his fingers, cracking his knuckles in the process. Then he stretched his arms and back out, hearing a few vertebrae pop too. Man, no wonder he was so sore. After rotating his neck around in circles several times, and blinking twice, he started glancing around to see if he could spot anything that would give him ideas at least. Again he considered the playground, but it was hard when there were multiple kids running around, coming and leaving, so he turned his head to find something else.
He looked up to the sky, the sun rising up high and bright and mighty. He squinted as it hurt his eyes to look at the big yellow fiery ball, and then brought his focus back down to his level. Straight across from him was a path for walking, within a some scattered trees. He thought he heard someone singing, definitely a male voice, and it actually wasn't that bad. He grinned, containing his laughter inside. It was amusing to listen too, really and truly it was. It was also funny as he listened on and found out he recognized the lyrics of the tune the person was singing. Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings, and in his opinion it was a very catchy song. Before he knew it, he found himself doodling random drawings and humming the words to the song.
Nate looked up as the voice seemed to be getting closer and louder. When he glanced over in the direction of the path, he realized it was a young man, probably around his age, who appeared to be having a blast, seeing as to how he was dancing around like he didn't have a care in the world. In fact, he didn't even act like anyone was watching him; like he was in the privacy of his bedroom or something. Although, now the song had changed. It was now another known tune that Nate found catchy: Guilty Pleasure by Cobra Starship. He smiled, officially amused by this guy. He seemed like a crazy one though, maybe a little too wild for Nate. As far as he could tell, this kid was the total opposite of himself.
After a moment, he had decided to go back to his drawings, but no luck on anything. His eyebrows furrowed and a frown sat on his face as he stared down at the paper. Ugh, stupid hand just draw something! I command you! he thought to himself. His throat almost made a growling noise and for a second, he thought it actually happened, but it was just in his head. That was when he realized it had been him and not some animal. No worries. Suddenly, he heard a voice. It seemed familiar, so he glanced over, confusion now covering his face. Then his eyebrows raised as he now saw it was the guy that had been singing and dancing around earlier. He looked the boy down as he sort of squirmed a little like he still had the urge to dance or something and then gave him a small smile and said, “Umm, hi. Nate.”
[/color] Yeah, this guy was definitely cheerful and extra happy. He wondered how anybody could be so awake and excited. Or at least act like they were. At least he was friendly. He shrugged, nodded a little and looked down at his blank white sheet. “Oh-ah... yeah, I suppose. I dunno,”[/color] he said and shrugged again as he turned his attention to the extra friendly young man. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/font] for ,, [/color] ry ry words ,,[/color] seven hundred thirty eight status ,,[/color] done! music ,,[/color] fireflies --- owl city (soo catchy! XD) extra ,, [/color] sorry it took so long to reply! by the way, i love those songs! haha [/blockquote] [/size][/font][/color][/center] |
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