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Post by Autumn Reinolds on Aug 4, 2007 19:50:30 GMT -5
 I called you after midnight
Then ran until my heart burst_____________________________________________________________________
A hard back book rested being cradled in her arms, a purple pencil pouch sat atop the sticker clad book. Yes, the female's sketch book was covered in sticker...band sticked to be exact. There was a Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, The Smiths, The Cure, Madonna (a picture of the woman from the 80's), and a Bow Wow Wow on the front. On the back was a Lords of Acid, New Order, Radio Dept., The Strokes, and The Horrors.
Oh so very-Autumn, the sketch book was several conversations in its self.
You see, Autumn had been really antsy back at east valley, she just needed lots of space. So, she finally decided that she'd get her creative juices flowing and go to the Zoo and sketch. It had been a tie between here and Central Park...though the Zoo won the coin toss.
Even though she was just sketching at the Zoo she'd still managed to make herself look nice, even though she'd worn something on the comfy side. A pair of light washed Lucky jeans clung to her lower half, the shoes on her feet a pair of teal colored flats were worn. On her upper half was a Betsey Johnson leopard print cardigan, she wore it buttoned though, it was normal, except for the fact that there was teal within the black blotchy dots instead of some kind of orange-ish brown shade.
A silver chain was worn around her neck, a large heart locket around the chain. Though there was nothing inside, it was just for show really....
Brown hair was worn down and wavy and little make-up was worn today...simply brown eyeliner and some black mascara. Stopping she sat down onto a bench in front of the cage, moving to sit cross-legged. She dropped the pencil pouch between her two legs and unzipping it pulled an H pencil from. Moving, she opened her sketch book to the next blank white page and her hand slowly began to move over it.
A little boy holding a rainbow lollipop and licking it slowly came onto the scene. It was just his basic outline...which was all she really needed though. The girl had a photographic memory and as long as she had the outline she could do the details from that. Picking up her sketch book for a moment she dropped the H pencil into the pouch again as she pulled out the 3B, a small smile forming on her lips as she worked.
This would turn out nicely.
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Post by Drake Dunglie on Aug 4, 2007 20:07:11 GMT -5
 
.. dung ..
New York City was such an awesome place. Drake loved watching the people bustling past. Every two seconds he found himself picking out a random person in the crowd and thinking 'I wonder what they're name is', and ' I wonder what it's like to be like them'. Drake's mind was buzzing with inspiration, and hidden under his arm was his sketch book. He nearly always carried it around with him, but he didn't often have it on show. People thought that he was a wuss if he walked around with his sketchbook under his arm. At the moment he was wearing a dark green jacket that was a little too big for him, and so he had it tucked up the front of his jacket. One of his favorite places to roam was around the monkey cage. It made him chuckle to see the little kiddies fascinated by the monkeys. Dung had always love kids, and his sketches of them normally turned out quite good. There was a bench near the cage, and without looking twice, Drake made his way over to it, nearly bumping into a little goy with a lollypop in his mouth. Quickly whipping out his sketch book, he sat down and opened it to a random page. He dated the top corner with a pencil he'd pulled out of his pocket. He wasn't sure if it was a H or B or whatever, but as long as it drew he didn't mind. Only then did he realize that someone else had thier sketch book out, and he beamed. She'd started drawing a boy with a lollypop. It was probably the same boy that he'd just nearly walked into. Drake drew the quick outline of a parent, tugging at her toddlers arm, to get away from the monkey cage. The toddler was holding up quite a fight. In fact, they stood there for long enough, so that Drake had sketched a complete outline of them. "Do you go to East Valley?" He enquired, not looking up from his sketch, but making it obvious that he was talking to the girl. She seemed like a nice a girl. I mean, she didn't seem like she was going to bite his head off, or anything serious like that. He realized that her sketchbook was alot more decorated than his own. All that he had on his sketchbook was a few splats of paint, and his name, scribbled in tip-ex.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Autumn Reinolds on Aug 4, 2007 20:44:22 GMT -5
I passed the howling woman
And stood outside your door_____________________________________________________________________ The other person's voice rang through her head, though she didn't dare take her attention away from the sketch to give any sort of response, if she did she'd have to go back with her area eraser and start this section all over again because it just wouldn't be smooth, no matter how hard she tried to blend it with her index finger....
And she just couldn't have that.
Finally Autumn gave a small nod of her head before she started working on several lines of the boys face, and soon it began to take shape, and she couldn't help but smile a little bit at her work.
"I do." She stated then to give him some kind of verbal response.
"Do you?" she questioned him with that posh British accent of hers. One which had never faded, despite the fact that she left England back when she was sixteen. It was probably due to the fact that she went back several times a year, having to visit her oh-so-busy mother, and just take in the city she'd grown up in.
She finally looked up from her sketch book for a split second as she looked over to the male sitting next to her. She was pretty sure she'd seen him around campus like once or twice. Almost positive.
"I'm Autumn.. by the way." she informed him then as she quickly glanced down to the sketch he was working on, not being able to help herself. Miss Reinolds could be a bit nosy when she chose to be.
Now was one of those few times.
She looked up then in search for his subject, but they were obviously very much gone, because she didn't see a mom pulling on her kids hand. Nope, she saw several moms looking very bored and some acting enthusiastic for their children's sake, which she found highly amusing. That would have been her mother, the first one...if she ever actually did anything with Autumn. The most she'd ever done with her mother was being forced to go to her stupid events. |
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Post by Drake Dunglie on Aug 6, 2007 7:32:55 GMT -5
.. dung ..
Drake didn't feel at all puzzled at the pause between him asking the question, and her answering. When he was sketching, he tried not to talk to anyone, or he'd loose his trail of thought, and loose the image that he had in his head. He'd never had a very good photographic memory, so he usually had to work from a photo, or sketch something that was frozen in time, right in fron t of him. Something that wasn't possible right now, since the mum had managed to pick up the boy, and drag him away from the cage. He felt almost sympathetic to a few of the mums, who obviously didn't want to be there. Some looked bored out of thier skulls, but tohers looked like they were making an effort. It was funny, because there weren't many fathers there. Yes, there were a handful, but most of them were mothers. Drake had never noticed that before.
When the girl spoke, he noted the thick British accent. It reminded him of an old friend he'd had back in high school. She'd gone back to England now, but ehy'd been quite close. It was strange, because Dung found it alot easier to make friends with girls that guys. Of course, the mood swings were a bit much, sometimes, but you could have better conversations with girls than guys.
"Uh-huh. I'm studying art there." He said stupidly. Wasn't that obvious? For a second he felt like asking her what major she was doing, but upon looking at her sketch, it became rather obvious. I mean, it was good. Yes, it wasn't finished, but what she had so far was good. The sketch was rather smooth, but Dung's was quite sharp. He'd purpously made the lines quite sharp, because it fitted with the subject that he was sketching, but he often found it quite hard to keep his sketches smooth.
"Autumn? I'm Dung. How long have you been at East Valley for?" He asked, looking back to his own sketch. It upset him slightly. He'd always thought that he was quite good at art, but now he'd seen the girl's sketch, his looked somewhat mediocre. He started sketching in the fabric of the woman's t-shirt. He'd only just learn how to properly sketch the folds in clothing, but he'd gotten the hang of it quite quickly. Quite honestly, he thought that the woman was a bit mad, wearing a t-shirtm when it was this chilly, but he sketched it in anyway, and started drawing in the boy's shorts. He thought that maybe he shouldn't have asked the girl anopther question. Maybe she just wanted to sit quietly and sketch, not be quizzed by some random guy, but he waited to see if she replied anyway. If she didn't want to talk, he'd understand.
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Post by Autumn Reinolds on Aug 6, 2007 17:54:47 GMT -5
We walked around a lake
And woke up in the rain_____________________________________________________________________ "That's cool." Autumn said then as she heard that he was an art major.
"I'm a journalism major." She commented then, even though he hadn't asked.. she'd thought that she would share that bit of information anyway.
"Nice to meet you, Dung." she replied. Dung.. that was a first.
"This is my second year." she Autumn informed him. "What about you?" she asked him then. Autumn really didn't mind talking when she was sketching, though she always tended to be a little slow in replying... she could only concentrate on so many things at one time, and her drawings normally took up a big chuck of that attention span at a time.
Autumn stopped her sketch then as she put away her H pencil in the pouch and removed the 3B before she continued the shading. A small smile had formed on her lips as she added in the hair of the child now, the soft curls taking place. She moved on to the lollipop, which was right in front of the child's mouth. The clothing came next, and she paused as she left the pencil poised under her middle and index finger as she worked on blending the child's shirt, making the folds look.. well real.
She paused a she reached her hand up as she brushed her hair behind her ear for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Do you come here often, to sketch?" she asked him then as she paused looked over to him. Though that was only for a short moment before she looked back to her own sketch and started on the curly, haired, boy's pants. Autumn was really fast with her sketches... because they were just that, sketches. She didn't really do it because she was looking to improve or anything, no... Autumn sketched because she found it relaxing, and it was something to hold her attention. |
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Post by Drake Dunglie on Aug 7, 2007 7:46:40 GMT -5
.. dung ..
Journalism?
Drake was fairly surprised to hear that she wasn't doing art major. Unlike Dung, she obviously had more than just the one talent. If anyone asked Drake what he was good at, there was only one possible answer, and that was 'art'. Drake hadn't been drawn to any of the other majors, except for maybe creative writing. He'd always liked making up silly stories, and then illustrating them.
He'd even made little books when he was younger. When his sisters had been younger, he'd made books for them to read all of the time. The stories, admittedly, had been feeble, and very badly written, but they'd kept his sisters entertained for an entire 5 minutes, which was quite an achievement!
"Nah, I've only been here a year. I love this place. It's totally different from back home, but it's still awesome." He said, another smile making it's way onto his lips. Looking back to his sketch, he finished off the clothing. Amazingly, it actually looked good.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean I prefer sketching things out of my had, than things in front of me, but when I really can't be bothered to think too hard, I just come out into the city." He explained, pulling out an orangey-brown pencil, and carefully shading in the boy's hair, and then shading in the woman's hair. He was a bit weird like that. He kept the entire sketch in black and white, except for one or two things, which he coloured in. It made the features stand out more.
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