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 Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:08 pm
Four days ago, Monday, he'd interrupted his English teachers class, a classroom filled with those one grade below himself, in order to get a copy of the homework assignment as his had been eaten by Cadha. Since then he'd been feeling like someone was following, watching, him while he maneuvered the hallways of Meadowview high. This wasn't the normal someone is following you on there way to class thing either. It was more like someone creeping around corners and following you, it was a very odd feeling and one he wasn't used to feeling while a civilian.
Thursdays were, as usual, art club and this time Alexandre wasn't off talking to Gavriel or getting a drink at the soda machine. He was early in fact, having been out of his last class room early as he'd been asked to bring something down to the attendance office. So already seated on one of the hard black topped desks, rather than in a seat, he was waiting for everyone else to turn up. Looking at the watch on his right wrist he sighed, the bell had rung already but most were till at their lockers from the sound of it, he didn't like waiting in order to get his supplies but wait he had to do. His feet didn't touch the ground, he was too short for that, and so his feet hung above the ground limply as he tilted his head back and to the side to look out the doorway and into the hallway.
The teacher was likely dropping off her attendance sheet as well, the computers which the teachers used to send their attendance records for each day were down, and she'd likely be on a line of chattering teachers all lined up to do the same thing.
Finally, when he thought he'd be alone longer someone turned up! It might be another student but it was someone and it gave him something to focus on, aside from the art hanging about the unoccupied classroom.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:21 pm
How in the world could she have missed him so far during her high school career? He appeared in her life that Monday, getting a copy of some English homework assignment. That gorgeous mini-Fabio hunk with the silky hair. He had left too soon. Faaar too soon. Because in such a short amount of time, she was in looooove.
So she did what any "normal" high schooler would do. She stalked him. His name was Alexandre and he was in the art club that met on Thursdays. She found out his usual routes in the hallways and jotted down his classes. And no wonder she hadn't seen him before -- he was in all of the wrong ones! That made her pout a bit, but no matter..
It would have to be Art Club.
She swallowed and clenched her fists as she approached the door. This was always the hardest part: the confession. Okay... one... step into the door... two... smile at the only guy in the room.. three!
"Uhm, hey Alex! What's up!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:41 pm
Of course he hadn't taken notice of anyone in that English class, why would he? He didn't pay attention to most of his own classmates, much less those in other classes, it wasn't even likely he knew a third of his own year mates by name. They weren't worth the time or effort to get to know, they simply weren't his sort. That aside though he was sure he'd eventually find out who was following him, he just didn't know it would be herein art club.
With more students having trickled in he was startled to hear someone call for him, a voice he didn't know and a face he'd never seen. Neither of which weren't abnormal but he didn't know this person as a member of art club, and he did know everyone in the club. It was a smaller group of students and he did spare them his attention and his interest; enough to take not of skill level, mediums worked in, names, and grades even in some cases. This person though he knew nothing about.
"Nothing." A bit flat but also a hint of question in that single word, who are you? How do you know me? As he watched her he found his fingers gliding through his bangs, brushing the long strands of hair from his face. It was while he did this that his fingers caught on a knot and he had to gently, or as gently as he could, remove the hair holder in order to finger comb the knot out. By doing this he also inadvertently sent a curtain of silken ash blond hair falling about his face, giving himself a more feminine appearance. Knot handled he started drawing his hair back, leaving his bangs free, and worked to tie it back off at the nap of the neck. Silently he watched and waited for a response from this new person, just who was she calling him Alex anyway?
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:51 pm
Oh my God. Was he tugging on her heart strings on purpose or what? She swallowed and watched as he slid his fingers through his hair. It could memorize her if she wasn't careful--
Too late. She caught herself staring at that mane of luscious locks. They were so hard NOT to look at, to dream about and write verses of poetry about them and--
Oh, right. He said something. The pink-haired girl cleared her throat and beamed a smile.
"Oh." Long beat. "Well! Uhm. Hey. My name is Esme and I'm new to the club, soooo...." Esme let that trail off. Maybe he'd catch the hint about showing her around. Please, please, please~
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:56 pm
Ah, that explained what he thought might have been an awkward greeting, though it didn't explain her knowing his name. Maybe she was a classmate of his? That would answer the question, and he knew he didn't know most of his classmates names or even notice them really.
"Need help finding things." Sliding off the desk and landing lightly on his sneaker clad feet, he really hated this uniform, and walked toward her. "Well, what do you like to work with. The teacher isn't here just yet -" Though she should be, she was likely busily involved in some conversation with a coffee clutch of other teachers in the attendance office. "The supplies are still locked up but at least you can find out where things are." How he wanted to just get to his paint supplies and get to work!
He came here so he could paint, since enough of his time was already eaten up with other things when he wasn't here in school, and now he couldn't get to his painting!
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:03 pm
Yeeeeeeeeesssssss, it worked! Now he was up and showing her around. Esme settled her hands behind her back and trailed behind him. So far, so good.
"Oh! Mostly the computer. Photoshop and stuff like that," she answered off the cuff. "But I like pencils -- colored pencils, I mean -- and pens." Esme used those to write fanfics when the computer wasn't available, buuuuut she couldn't tell HIM that. Ahaha. ... ha....
"That's a legitimate way to art, right?" She stopped in her tracks, eying him up from her position and blushing. "Well, I mean, what do you like to art with?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:24 pm
"So then a traditional style, pens and pencils. We do have a computer though I'm unsure if it has photoshop." Given that he only knew of it being used in order to look up reference images and print them, so people could keep a reference image on hand while working on their piece. He'd used it a few times in the past, pictures of flowers and other things, but he hadn't used it as of late. Though he did have something in mind that he'd be needing it for, if the professor arrived soon!
Speaking of which, she was finally making her entrance, rather loudly, but he called out a greeting along with the other club members, waving to them as she headed to the difference areas to unlock things so people could get supplies and projects.
"I paint, water colors." Though in art class he was having to use other mediums, but he wasn't as comfortable with them as he was his water colors. As she unlocked the cabinet which held their projects he went to get his canvas, figuring the pink haired girl would follow. The canvas was on the large side and so far a light pencil sketch of what might be a short cobbled stone wall covered the canvas.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 12:15 pm
Of course the pink-haired girl followed him, breathing a sigh of relief as she went along. Her own foray into the art world wasn't quite as spectacular as she was hoping right now. But... there was a first time for everything! Why not now?
She looked up as the teacher finally made it into the classroom. Esme hadn't exactly signed up for the art club yet. In fact, her being her was quite spontaneous in itself. Hopefully the prof wouldn't be too angry that she hadn't exactly followed protocol.
It was in the name of love, after all! She'd worry about that if and when the professor caught up to her.
"Water colors." Esme gazed at the canvas that he produced. "Ah.. what is that?" She squinted and leaned forward to get a closer look.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 6:00 pm
It wasn't likely something which would other the professor, she was fairly liberal on things. Letting people come and go in past years, you just needed to sign in the days you did show up. Already he saw her at her desk and writing up a quick sign in sheet. She'd pass it around and people put down there name, nothing more. Just so she knew who was here, some came here to work on class assignments but weren't club members and so that helped her also to see if people had come in like they'd said they would or like she'd told them to do.
Looking back at the pink haired female he offered her a better view of the fairly plain canvas. "It will be a fence. Have you ever seen the fences that are done in stone, with moss and ivy growing on them, weathered and with caps in them and such?" He asked. He was thinking of the old sort you'd see in England or Ireland, at least that's one of the images his mind supplied when thinking of those places. Rolling green fields of grass, hills, countrysides that seemed to go on forever, and low cobble stoned fences covered in ivy and moss. That was what he wanted to paint, and would be working on slowly. Maybe when he got to painting it he'd use something other than water color, make it look rainy and drippy out, he wasn't sure on that part yet. He just knew what he wanted and where. the colors and paints he wasn't sure on just yet.
He could do with working on other types of paints so he might just doing that, and some other style.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 11:26 am
"Hmmmmm..." The sign-up sheet made it over to them quickly, so she had a little time to think on that answer. Normally it shouldn't be such a difficult question, but she wanted to sound smart! Maybe he liked those artistic fancy shmancy girls.
Esme signed her name in full-blown fancy cursive -- Esme Blanchard -- an art in its own way. After a quick nod of approval, she held it out for Alexandre to take ... and perhaps gaze upon her pretty penmanship.
"Yeah, I think so," was all she could come up with. "I mean, I can see it in my mind. It's a beautiful setting for a story." Esme cocked her head, gazing at it, gazing beyond it to the thoughts that ran through her mind. "Like a sad, angsty story."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 8:58 pm
"Perhaps, but it would be a setting you could see in a story." Taking the sign up sheet from her he did glance over the names, always did, and then placing it on a table top he signed his own name with the pen which came about with it. His own name was done in small, neat, slightly slanted writing Alexandre Evans. It wasn't Alex or Alexander it was spelled just a slight bit differently and thus said differently as well. There was something slightly unique about it.
"I think a country side setting is lovely no matter what, especially an English country side, something you'd think to see in England or Ireland even. Though not I wonder if when I add color, which I hope to start today, if I make this a rainy scene and if so how rainy." He'd already taken the time to decide he would not be doing this in water color. He would work in a medium he would soon be starting in school.
For a few moments, as he passed on the sign in sheet to the last two people, he seemed to be pondering something. Coming to a decision he finally spoke. "What would you say, how should the weather be? I am rather partial to the challenge it would be to do some rain." And the sky with the various gray and blue gray colors, sort of like the color of his own eyes, not to mention the work on the stones he'd have to do. "The question is really how much?" Looking from her to the mostly blank canvas, as if it would give him an answer if she didn't perhaps it could or would?
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:18 pm
Esme had peered over to watch Alex sign his name. Ahhh, she couldn't help it. How each person dotted their i and crossed their t seemingly told you what kind of person you were... or so she thought anyway. Even the way he spelled his name was impressive. Alexandre Evans. Sigh~
Her eyes darted over the canvas as he spoke of countrysides and how rainy it should be. When he asked for her opinion, the heat rose to her cheeks and she fidgeted. Her opinion! Oh my gosh.
"I think that if you really want to be challenged, you should make it so the rainy weather is just breaking. Like, rainbow weather, y'know? Through the darkness there's some light and it strikes the rocks here." She pointed to some spot on the canvas. "Yeah."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:56 pm
While most people had made a habit of forgetting script, or simply didn't write script most of the time, Alexandre had it a habit to sign his name in script and write his notes in script. Yes, it took longer but it looked nicer and it kept people from reading his notes over his shoulder. For exams he had to switch and write in a normal manner so teachers could understand what he was writing.
"I could do that, it would be a challenge, the play of light on things." Especially puddles and the water in the air and such. But it was a challenge he liked the idea of taking up. It was relaxing to paint, it didn't stress or frustrate him. He worked around and with problems and didn't let them get to him, this is what he turned to when other things bothered him too much.
"Maybe a hint of a rainbow, nothing too eye catching." Nothing that would gain your attention o the first glance, he wanted that to be the cobbled fence and the ivy. Drips of water falling form ivy leaves, gathering on others, dangling from vines. Yes, it would work lovely in his mind. "I don't want a rainbow to be the focus, that would take away from the scene as a whole." But it would work. And as he went to the table he'd been sitting on earlier he took a pencil, an art pencil, from his messenger bag and started to add it in. Finding a small area near the left upper corner of the canvas he sketched it out roughly and labeled it in that same slightly slanted script of his.
The clouds and such he'd work on in paint, skip right over sketching them out. He had ivy and vines still to sketch out and he needed references, so he could be sure on leaf shape and markings. "You should get some supplies and set about working on something as well."
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 9:53 am
"Oh. Haha. Right. Uhm..."
She'd been so wrapped up in getting Alex's scene of his portrait all beautiful and perfect and romantic that she'd forgotten that she had to be an artist herself. Whoooops. The flush of her face deepened as she hopped off to find some supplies.
What to do, what to do.. Sure, she doodled things in her notebooks while writing her major works of art (read: fanfiction), but nothing incredible. And there were soooo many choices: water colors and markers and paints and everything under the sun. It was all very mesmerizing. Finally, Esme settled on some colored pencils and a few sheets of paper. That would do for now.
She returned by Alex's side, holding up her treasures and wearing a determined face. "Drawing utensils - check! What should I do now?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 11:59 am
Was this some small, young, child who's hand he needed to hold while giving verbal direction to? Biting his tongue, literally and figuratively, he mentally did a quick count to ten before he released his tongue and spoke. "I would suggest putting them to good use, draw something." Was it really that hard a thing to figure out?
Going to get himself an easel to hold his painting, so he could work without the canvas laying on the desk, he came back and started to set things up. Moving off to gather paints and brushes last as well as a cheap plastic pallet to blend his colors in. The plastic pallet had little wells for colors to be put and blended, rather than the old traditional wooden ones artists would use that had no such well for their paints.
Set up, with oil paints, he looked over the colors he had and nodded to himself. He'd work on the sky first, then work his way onto the main parts, he'd be layer building. He'd yet to work in oil paints, so he was hoping to get help and have this turn out like he pictured it.
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