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 Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 7:21 pm
Delia quickly slipped into the art studio, panting as she leaned against the door with her eyes closed. After she caught her breath, she slowly straightened herself and adjusted her clothes, putting her jacket squarely on her shoulders and brushing off a bit of dirt from her skirt. If she stayed here for an hour or two, maybe Tsumi would forget that she was looking for her and move on to soemthign else. Maybe.
Advancing toward a table that was covered with drying clay objects, she thought of the time she used to spend with her mother back at home, making jewelry and such from the pure red clay that her village was famous for. She sighed and moved on to look at soemthing else, the paintings that rested on the back wall. All of them were beautiful and very artistic, protraying moonlight nights in leafy forests and sunny deserts; maybe people's hometowns? Apparently Delia wasn't the only one who was missing home.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 7:36 pm
After watching the other people as they painted of sewed or mingled, Delia found a sheet of printer paper in one of the drawers on the wall marker 'Paper' and sat down with a pencil and just began to write.
"Hullo, mum. Who are things where you are? Me, I'm doing fine, I guess. You know how Tsumi is when she gets into her 'Creating Mood' and takes it out on me. Today she decided she was going to enlighten me on what a true sence of fashion was. You bet I hauled a** out of there. Heh, she's looking for me right now, I'll bet.
Okay, mum, I'll cut the crap and just tell you straight out: I miss you so much. I really do. I wish that--"
Delia stopped writing and stared at the sentence she wouldn't dare to finish. Taking two deep breaths she stood and snatched the paper from the desk, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it away, then getting another piece of paper.
"This is just a little note on how I'm doing. I've managed to gain a little more control of my powers, but they are not nearly as strong as they should be. I'll have to train a lot more before I return home. I apologize for my delay, but I promise that I will send what the Chief has asked for when I gain enough experience.
Sincerely, Delia Silverleaf."
After scanning though the note twice for any errors she may have made, she neatly folded the paper in thirds and stuck it in her pocket. She'd mail it off later on, but in the meantime she wanted to send her brother some art that he could put on their mother's grave.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 1:12 pm
Nami silently slipped into the room with a black case in hand. All she needed was an easel and then she would be good to go. She had abandoned her usual outfit consisting of a black turtleneck sweater and dark wash jeans for a more casual t-shirt and jeans. Both were splattered with dry paint and her snow white hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail. She found a secluded corner and dragged an easel there. She hated being with other people.
She opened her black case to reveal a colorful set of paints, a variety of different sized brushes, and thick sturdy white paper. She began setting up and cleaned out her brushes. Finally she dipped a thin bristled paintbrush into a light lavendar paint and began creating. Many would call her paintings abstract for they didn't directly state anything. They merely gave off a feeling or emotion. Today's feeling was light, happy. She had been accepted into Ria and was that much closer to rebuilding her life. For so long she had let the fear she felt control her. Now she was taking back her life from the one eyed monster that stared up at her every morning. The soul disfiguring scar on her hip that openly mocked her weakness. She could tell now that everything was about to change.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 8:57 am
About halfway through painting she stopped and surveyed the room. It was nice and rather large. She had never actually been in a real art studio before so this was a new experience for her. The other people wondering about seemed not to be doing anything in particular and the girl couldn't help but wonder if they maybe held art classes in here. She hda never really expressed an interest in being a serious painter but if they had a class it couldn't hurt to join, right. Yet, a shiver ran up her ine every time she thought about being in a room with all those other people. It was times like this she had to think back on Fukiogi's words to her as they parted:
"I'm so proud of you, Na-chan. You're really going to go back out into the world again. You've shut yourself away from eveyone so long I was afraid that you'd never leave your room again. This is really gonna be great for you." his eyes were full of pride as he squeezed her hand encouragingly. She had to do it for him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:28 pm
As she sketched on the table, Delia couldn't help but notice the white-haired girl painting alone in the corner. She didn't make a point to downright stare at her, but she would take a glance at her every so often, wondering about her life and her history, and if it was as screwed up as hers.
'Doubt it,' she thought to herself as she finished the warm smile on the portrait of her mom. Rarely was Delia this good at drawing, only when she was passionate for the idea and had a clear picture of what she wanted to draw. Sighing, Delia got up and began to scower the room for a drawer marked 'Colors' or Color Pencils' or something. She worked her way from one side of the room to the other side, where the white haired girl stood painting. As she looked at the labeled drawers, she didn't watch where she was going and accidentally bumped into the girls easel and in a hurried attempt to steady herself, knocked down her case full of paint and paper.
"Oh..." Delia gasped as she immediately dropped to the floor to pick up the fallen supplies. "I'm so sorry!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 3:01 pm
Namiyara felt skin someone brush up against her and her eyes popped opened wide. She let out a shrill, almost animal like shriek and quickly gathered her belongings away from the stranger. Her pale limbs were shaking and her already fragile appearance was amplified ten fold. Her one blue eye and one green eye were skating jittery across the room seeing if she had caused a disturbance. She hated attention, she hated being watched, Nami had known from the beginning that being in a room with these other people couldn't be good. Her white ears were pressed flat against her head and she was prepared to pounce whenever needed. She wasn't about to ruin every, especially with how far she had come,
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 11:30 am
[Short post, sorry.]
Delia kept her head low as she picked up the mess she made. She didn't dare make eye contactor speak, because it was the custom back home. Slowly, after she finished cleaning, she rose up and bowed. I'm sorry," she said again, the went back to her table without a word.
'That was... strange.' Delia thought to herself.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 2:18 pm
Namiyara's breathing slowly returned to normal as the girl left. She couldn't help but be greatful it was all over. People were never really her thing especially being touched by people. She despised al forms of physical contact hiwever small or meaningless. It had been tht way for four years. Was it really that long? It felt shorter, it felt like it was just yesterday she was being roughly thrown to the floor. The feeling of cool steel in her thigh carving into her. It was all very vivid in the girl's mind.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 8:10 pm
As she settled down, the doors to the Art room burst open, drawing everyone's eyes to the person responsible: Tsumi. Quietly, Delia swore to herself as she had forgotten Tsumi was out looking for her.
"Um... hey, Tsumi--"
"Don't 'Hey Tsumi' me!" Tsumi yelled, making Delia visible wince. "I've been looking for you for hours; and what have you been doing? In here, drawing!" Tsumi huffed and grabbed Delia's arm and dragged her out, but before she could Delia broke free and went back to the white haired girl.
"Um... I just wanted to say sorry again. If you want anything, here's my dorm number." Delia quickly scribbled down her name and three numbers onto a scrap piece of paper and placed it on the girls art case.
"'Bye!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 5:07 pm
Nami looked confused, and one of her neko ears twitched.
"Is that what making a friend means?" she wondered aloud "Well, then if so, Fukioji, I'm slowly fulfilling my promise to you that I'll become more social."
Her words were quiet but filled with purpose so as not to disturb her neighbors in the room.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 1:18 pm
Oliver stepped into the gigantic dome, slow as always. As usual, he had nothing to do. So he sat there, a few feet off from the door, waiting for something "exciting" to happen. He scratched his head and then decided to go to the tables instead.
When he reached one, he took the nearest chair and magically conjured pencil and paper. Smiling, he focused on the pencil. With a hardly noticable flick of his wrist, he levitated the pencil then with his finger, guided it to the paper. Looking around, he spotted a pretty girl fussing over some cloth. He gazed upon her features, dwelling in the curve of her body, the frustrated expression splayed upon her marvelous face, the guiding of her hands over cloth.
He looked at his paper then, and it looked as though someone had printed a black and white photo of the girl on the paper. Pleased, he set it down and suddenly went deep into thought.
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