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 Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 12:42 am
 Israel sat on the small stool staring at the painting before her. She had a smudge of blue paint on her face and her hands were several vibrant colors. It was almost finished, but she still wasn't satisfied with it. The colors just didn't appear right to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She looked around the stuffy studio, shafts of golden sunlight pouring through the many windows, motes of dust trailing through them. Several other paintings were scattered around different easles, but she paid them no notice. Sighing and screwing her lips up in thought, she slipped her eyes back to her canvas. She was half tempted to junk it and start all over. Sighing again she picked up her palette and paintbrush. Swirling some colors around she lifted the brush to continue trying to salvage the painting.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 1:18 am
Giani made his way through the art buildings trying to size up the facilities. As with everything in Aquila all of the supplies and rooms were up to date and top of the range. It annoyed him a little. He liked to work at things in an old fashioned way. Keeping true to his ancestors. He probably would have blended his paints in a traditional way if a lot of the ingredients hadn't been deemed unsafe due to advances in science.
Stopping to peer into one of the studio windows he spotted a familiar face. He contemplated leaving her to her work, but she looked sad. Gently he pushed the heavy door open and walked into the studio, inhaling the smell of fresh paints as he closed the door behind him.
"Dolce!" He said grinning. "Why the sadness? Don't you know it's cliche?"
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 1:26 am
Israel jumped a little, leaving a small trail where she had not intended it to be, but only gave it a mild glare before turning to smile at Giani.
"What wrong with cliche?" she asked with a small shrug. She set the palette and brush down on the small work table next to her and picked up a stained cloth.
"Who says I'm sad?" she asked, glancing over at him before bending down to try to rectify the small mistake.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 1:47 am
"I do." He said with a grin, taking a seat on one of the stools. "You have that ... tortured artist look about you. Honestly it's so seventies." He gave a light smirk and watched her correct her mistake.
"So Dolce, may I see your masterpiece?"
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 1:53 am
Israel shot him a dark smirk then tossed the cloth down next to her palette.
"I don't have that tortured artist look about me," she said, looking up at him. She looked over at the canvas, again screwing her lips together in deep thought. "It's hardly a masterpiece. More of a royal mess if you ask me. She absently reached out to pick up her palette and brush, managing to drag her fingers through the paint. Hardly noticing she picked them up and looked back at him. "Maybe you could help me? The coloring just seems off... or it might be the form... " she said looking back at it.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:01 am
Giani nodded and moved to stand behind her so he could see things as she did. It was a bit of a mess but nothing that couldn't be salvaged with a bit of work.
"You need to build up the colour a bit more, here ... and here." He said placing one hand on her shoulder and pointing with the other. "You've made it a bit to washy. The style you use was meant to stand out be more confident with your strokes."
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:10 am
Israel glanced at the hand he placed on her shoulder, then looked to where he was pointing. As he spoke she concentrated and made the corrections in her head. Smiling she leaned her head back to look up at him.
"I think you may be exactly right. Good thing you stopped by. I was beginning to get frustrated," she sighed and moved to dip her brush in the paint and start correcting the spots he had pointed out to her. As she moved the brush around she noticed a few more spots that would need the same attention and sighed, pulling away from the canvas. She wasn't sure what was bothering her, but obviously it was coming out through her brush today. Admitting defeat she set her supplies down and picked up the rag to wash off her fingers.
"Then again... I'm already frustrated. I should probably work on it later," she said standing up from the stool and turning to face him.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:15 am
"A break sounds like a good idea." He said with a grin patting her on the shoulder and stepping away from the canvas. Walking to the middle of the art room he glanced around. It wasn't a bad size but could do with a few more light sources.
"Do you fancy getting some food? Location of your choice." He said with a smile.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:20 am
Throwing the rag down, Israel noticed that only some of the paint had been removed. Smiling, she knew she would have paint somewhere else on her person.
"That doesn't seem fair. I chose last time. Maybe you should choose this time," she smiled up at him.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:51 am
Giani smiled and held out his arm.
"The cafeteria?" He asked. "I'm too hungry to be bothered with off campus."
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:57 am
Arriving at the cafeteria, Israel dropped her hand from Giani's arm and went to the line to check out the choices. Not much appealed to her, so she grabbed a ham sandwich, a cookie, and a milk. She went to the register to pay then staked out a table in the far back corner by a window. She liked sitting here. She could see all the students walking in and scattering around to the various tables or, if she got tired of that, she could look out the window. Tucking one leg up onto her chair she sat and waited patiently for Giani to join her before starting to eat.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 3:09 am
Giani also grabbed and sandwhich and a bottle of water, paid and fought his way over to Israel. It was a good seat, one where they could chat and watch the world go by.
"So, Dolce. What have you been up to since I saw you last." He asked with a mischevous grin on his face. "Any more nude sun bathing?"
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 3:18 am
"It's no fun when there's no one there to stare at you," she replied with her own mischievious smirk. She opened the wrapper to her sandwich and pulled the corner off of it.
"I've been mostly studying and drawing. Though one night I attempted to cook for a friend. It wasn't pretty. He had to help me salvage it," she said, looking down at the memory of her last night with Xel. It was kind of odd. Since then, she hadn't really thought about him much, but she had a feeling that that night was the source for her sloppiness in her art. Even though she knew it shouldn't bother her since it was all done and over with, the things she found out about Sora and Xel did bother her. Looking up she smiled again. "The meal ended up pretty good though. Maybe I could cook for you sometime... if you don't mind being my guinia pig that is," she said, popping the piece of sandwich she had torn off into her mouth.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 3:27 am
Giani smirked at her staring comment.
"It was appreciating form and beauty, not staring Dolce." He grinned raising an eyebrow.
He listened to her tell of her evening cooking. Giani himself was not a good cook. He was pretty terrible actually. In his house they had people who cooked for them, he had been spoiled far too much.
"I cannot cook." He said with a shy smile. "But I would love to sample your cuisine. Anything is better than this bland canteen stuff." He paused as if remembering something. "Ah, but I have cianti my father send me. So you cook and I shall bring the refreshments."
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 3:40 am
"Staring, appreciating, it's all the same," she smirked, knowing full well the difference but attempting to get a rise out of him.
"As for sampling my cuisine... I only think it's fair to warn you... it could be an interesting disaster, as it would only be my second time to cook. Ever," she smiled reaching out to open her milk.
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