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AttemptedPerfection Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 8:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 11:13 pm
Just in the corner of an unlit apartment sat a blond haired man painting in his over sized sketchbook. He was dressed in a plain white tee shirt and a pair of plaid boxers but what really stood out were his dazed eyes. He painted rather fast and his lips didn't quiver, as a matter of fact, his face really showed no emotion. The man sat there for about 30 minutes before his head suddenly shot back and life returned to his cheeks. He almost seemed confused as he shook his head. He had done it again. He had painted one of his visions. Taking a breath in, the man looked up at his creation and he frowned. "Another picture of you..." he mumbled almost inaudibly. He rose from his stool to take a better look at his painting.
Lately all his pictures were coming out of the same person. This person always seemed to be followed by what looked like ice. Those were his distinctive features; blond hair, green eyes, and ice. Always ice. The painter threw his paint brush on the ground and started to rub his head. The past year had been rough on Bryan Louis. "What do these mean?!" he shouted and started to scatter all his paintings and drawings across his wooden table. Some paintings held joy, some death, and some were just plain confusing. "I never asked for this." Bryan shook his head again, and started to put his jeans on. In a matter of minutes he was out of his apartment complex and out wandering the streets of Venice; one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Drawn by me, please don't steal.
Sorry if I killed your character, Jack >_>
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:09 pm
Leaning against one of the buildings along the road, a woman pushed the middle of her sunglasses farther up her nose. It was hard to see past the dark lens but her eyes had flickered from green to a light blue. Her body seems to tense up and her hand clutched the wall as if she was about to fall but keeping her balance. Another deep breathe and her eyes changed back to normal and she began walk down the street to her left. "Huh, he's still painting those." She sighed, her fingers pushing her bangs to the side behind her ear, "Now if only he would keep still so I can figure out where he is!" She huffed, emerging onto a larger street where Bryan has just walked upon.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:17 pm
After about 20 minutes of aimless wandering, Bryan found himself sitting in a cafe. He didn't order anything, and the waitresses then that he didn't want anything since his face held that distinctive look. The look that told people that he wanted to be left alone. Set upon the table sat his sketchbook and his SLR camera. He would never leave the apartment without his two most precious belongings. Bryan stared out into the sun while tapping his fingers on the table. He was trying to piece all his pictures together. He used to only draw random events, but now he only drew the "ice man". "What do he have to do with me?" he pondered to himself.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:24 pm
Maki's eyes flicked up to a cafe sign which she distinctly remember "seeing" before. Glancing through the window she saw him and pushed her way inside the door. As she approached him from behind, she plopped her arms on his head and rested her chin on her hands overlooking the table as he was. "You make it sound like he's your stalker." She commented right after he pondered aloud to himself. "You're one tough cookie to find."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:32 pm
Startled, Bryan instantly spun around and backed away from his seat. His glare softened as he recognized who the girl was. "Maki! How did you find me-" he stopped. He knew exactly how she found him. "Actually, if anything, I should be considered his stalker." he joked slightly and pulled a seat out for his friend. "...I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving. But I just couldn't stay in San Francisco anymore. I feel like that place is haunting me." he admitted, and finally pointed to a waitress to come over. "Two croissants please."
"I can't control this power. I've tried, but I just can't. At random moments I'll just all of a sudden have these visions, and it's ridiculous! I have no clue what they mean either."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:37 pm
"An e-mail would've sufficed at least!" Maki huffed as she slumped into the seat. Maki rested her chin on her hand and raised the other and flicked her finger on Bryan's forehead. "I was worried ya know." She commented, "But I'm glad I thought of just 'looking' instead of searching." Her mouth frowned in worry when Bryan burst about his power. "Well what are the visions of? Maybe it's some sort of symbolism. Or maybe it's simply something of the past."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:56 pm
Bryan shoved his sketchbook forward in front of Maki, "See for yourself." he frowned and watched as the waitress came back with the bread. Bryan sat there silently, that is, until he saw the daily newspaper. He quickly reached across the table and snatched it from the citizen who was reading through it. On the front page held the scene of a dreadful car crash. "I've drawn this before...!" he set the newspaper down, and started to flip through his sketchbook. Near the front of the book held a drawing of the same car crash. "I draw this 5 weeks ago." he mumbled. Bryan always dated his pictures after he finished them.
"Not the past, but the future."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 6:08 pm
"What? No way..." Maki yanked the newspaper right next to the picture of the car crash in the newspaper, ignoring the man who huffed out of the cafe as his paper was stolen from him. "Bryan...these are almost alike. Like you were there and drew what happened..." Maki looked up at Bryan and her voice became a low whisper, "Bryan, are ALL of these sketches coming true?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 6:27 pm
"I-I don't know...This is the first time I've noticed this. I always thought I was drawing random visions. I didn't think they would have some kind of meaning to them." he started to flip through his sketchbook, but none of the other pictures seemed familiar to him. Though that was expected, since he rarely watched the news. "Then maybe this guy really exists. The ice man." Bryan flipped to the last page of his sketchbook. It certainly was possible since Maki and him both had powers anyway. He started to imagine the possibility of Maki actually finding this man, but his ideas stopped when he remembered that she needed a clear and accurate picture of his face. And Bryan doubted his messy drawings actually looked like the real ice man.
"Another question to add to the puzzle-" his eyes all of a sudden turned to a sickening white and his head limped forward. His mouth closed and he reached for his pen. It was happening again. Bryan was having another vision.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 8:18 pm
The drawing roughly took about an hour, and throughout the whole time the drawing was quite sloppy again. Just as quickly as he had started, Bryan dropped his supplies to the table, and his face started to regain life again. He rubbed the temples of his head, Byran always seemed to have headaches after he finished his drawings. The artist sighed, and took a look down at his sketchbook.
This time there was a brown haired man, middle aged, wearing a black coat with a yellow scarf. His eyes were ruthless, and what really stood out was the fact that this man was holding a gun. The Russian stood behind a blond hair man wearing a pair of headphones and a black and white stripped long sleeve. It was none other than Bryan himself. Though it almost seemed like the Bryan in the picture was expecting the Russian. He handed Maki the pictured and started to think to himself. Was it destiny that him and the Russian were bound to meet?((Sorry if I killed your character, AP -__-;; ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 8:27 pm
Maki almost freaked when Bryan went limp and began drawing, not answering to her voice. He was so focused that she gave up after several attempts of shaking him. She had finished both croissants as it was clear that Bryan wasn't going to have them. When he finally finished she snapped out of her own daze and took the sketchbook. Her eyes widened at the fact that it was her friend and a man with a gun behind him. "Bryan!" Maki gasped worried and looked up at him frantically.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 11:32 pm
"This won't be happening today, that's for sure." Bryan looked at his current outfit, and knew that it didn't match with the one he had drawn himself in. From what he could tell his drawings were quite accurate, so maybe the next time he threw on that black and white stripped shirt would be his last. "You should go, Maki. It's not safe to stay with him." Bryan stood up and grabbed his sketchbook. "And maybe if I keep painting I'll be able to see what happens next." Without saying another word he broke off into a sprint. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He knew of all people, Maki would be able to understand him best, and yet, Bryan was weak. He didn't want to confront his powers, all he could think to do was run.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 6:28 am
Maki slumped in her chair and rubbed her eyes. "Leave?!" She whispered harshly under her breathe. "You have to be ******** kidding me if you think I'm leaving after I see that a guy with a gun is going to find you." When her hands moved away from her eyes, they were blue once again, following Bryan's sight as he ran. As she watched where he was running, she began to question herself on how much help she'd even be. Her only power was to see through other's eyes. What would she do? See where the guy would aim for if he was going to kill Bryan? "Dammit." She cursed at herself as time ran out and she slammed up off the table and ditched the cafe, leaving money on the table. Her feet carried her down the same road that Bryan took. It didn't matter, she decided. She was going to do SOMETHING to help Bryan.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:54 pm
A man sitting in a corner of the cafe had been watching the two them for awhile now, though he made himself look less suspicious by casually ordering a meal as he watched them. To the side of his table sat a manila folder. If one took a look in the folder then they would notice that there was a file entirely on Ms. Maki Kakei as well as a detailed briefing of her special ability. The man had read over the file several times before he had come in contact with the girl. An hour seemed to pass until he finally saw her move. Before he could give her a chance to run off, the man stood up from his seat and approached her. "Ms. Kakei?" A hand quickly grabbed hold of the girls shoulder, but it should be noted that the grab was fairly gentle. The tall business man was fashioned in a plaid blue dress shirt, brown shorts, and blue converse. His outfit made him look much younger than what he truly was. "My name is Mr. Spilman. I'd like to talk to you."
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