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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 6:04 pm
Gwin stood in the plaza, taking in its vastness still amazed at the ever circulating crowd of people jostled by, tourists and the like searching for something in particular or simply an adventure. Her heart sped as she jumped back from a fast moving vehicle with two wheels. This place… was so much different then the basement from which she had been raised.
The female watched curiously as something caught her attention. A human man sat with his gray and white hybrid on his lap with a piece of cardboard and newspaper as his only cushion. She watched him for awhile, just absorbing the colors of the paper clinging to his mismatched socks and scruffy attire while people wandered aimlessly by. What she didn’t understand was why the other humans passed by this walking rainbow as though he didn’t exist, even as he spoke softly up to them. Only a few took notice and dropped a few coins onto the brass pan in front of him, leaving a tinkling sound in their wake before quickly passing him by.
If she had been able, Gwin would have talked to the man, but instead she did something only she could really do. Her hands almost shook with excitement, as they always did when she was about to create… make something all the more noticeable with her art. She already knew the title of her new piece. The Invisible’s.
So the world be damned if Gwin did not plunk down right where she stood in the middle of the pavement and crowds and begin sketching with a pencil, soon to be colored in with pastels.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 6:22 pm
 It took the Bobtail great courage to venture forth into the concrete jungle despite his somewhat intimidating girth - what was he to expect? The scents, the sights, the sounds, they were all alien to him. Yet the more he listened to the foreigners' language, the more he was slowly grasping it. Thanks to someone named "Taelur", No-Name was learning simple phrases, words, things he might need to ask passerby; but then, striking up conversation was within itself an entirely different challenge, for inevitably the language barrier would erect itself around him. That, and No-Name was, contrary to his size, quite afraid of others, as a newborn two-legger is afraid of the unknown and clings to its mother for warmth.
Then again, his warmth was gone with no trace. The overgrown babe was left to fend for itself.
He was grateful that at least no-one seemed to take notice of him, so long as he walked around the same tempo, did not make sudden movements, or speak to himself, or stare too long, or get in someone's path. Thus it would be true that he would notice someone sitting amidst a crowd of walkers. He too paused upon the sight, blinking. What did she do sitting there? What did she hold in her hand, what sat in her lap? Against his body's first instinct to keep moving and blend in, No-Name allowed himself to be drawn in. What strange hair! "Mudy secehj . . . ?" Had she been born thus?
The closer he came, the slower his strides became. What was the word for greeting again? no-Name thought hard and, to his dismay, spoke with such a great accent that betrayed his heritage. "G-Goodbye?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 10:29 pm
Gwin raised up a finger, finishing off one last stroke before looking up at No name and smiling happily. "goodbye to you too." It didn't bug her in the least that he was obviously new, and not from here.A smile still formed on her lips, Gwin pulled out colors just as vivid as her hair and started filling in the patches, the scars and the distinct markings on the homeless man in front of her.
"Trying to figure out the place still?" she asked as she colored, not bothering to look up. Either he left or he would answer... if he could.
Gwin was starting to realize how much language barriers sucked, but hopefully he was understanding her... even if it was quite possible he knew nothing of what she was talking about.
who knew?
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 2:39 pm
"Trying . . ." Yes, that was a familiar word. Indeed, he was "trying" this place, like a cat would sample a fish or his paws in the water to know the temperature, or sniff a flower to identify the type. But "trying" a strange place like this would take him, seemingly, forever and a day to fully explore - and perhaps even then he would not understand its intricacies and undertones and citizens. Such a large village would surely be home to many great tales though, no? He wanted to know all about it, drink in its aura and knowledge - at least, if fear didn't grip him first of the unknown.
"Trying," No-Name said again in the affirmative, nodding and sitting down next to her, scanning her vivid painting. "Mudy secehj . . . Mubadw cavo j’kacc." He cocked his head, marvelling and trying to think of the right word. "Cuh . . . lurfool. Cuhlurfool. Life cawpee. How?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 10:15 am
Gwin smiled, out of everything he could have said, colorful was probably the most understood in her vocabulary. "well life is colorful!~" she said grinning, staring at her own abstract painting. "why shouldn't we paint ourselves too?" Self consciously she reached up and ruffled her hair, her grin broad.
"Name?" She raised a eyebrow, She pointed to herself, the stariotypical gesture that she was somewhat unfamiliar with. "Gwin" She smiled and started cleaning her brushes, waiting for his response.
(( and the muse has flown away x___< gotta remember to put this one closer to the top of my rp list.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 3:07 pm
An intriguing thought alright, though No-Name's mind was hard-wired to be pragmatic. He could still recall some of his kin and family using paints to signify various important ceremonies: life-mating, war, when children became adults, death, and the individual symbols for specialties in hunting and fighting. Not often had his clan used this "paint" for art; it was like looking at what he thought should have been less tamed to fit picture, more to expand upon the skin, stretch out and carve their path upon the body in honor. Not that what he saw was any less beautiful, but . . . it was a quiet beauty he was unused to.
The art was, at least, not her hair. No, spirits, her hair was vivid and alive, and for a moment he couldn't take his eyes off the pure color incarnate.
"Name?" he repeated dumbly, shaking his head before focusing back on her face, following her motions and recognizing it. Both "Taylur" and "Dehmee" had done similar things when introducing themselves; thus, No-Name mirrored Gwin's hand movement, annunciating as best he could. "Dehmee say 'Mihstur Bobtail'. Name in tongue not know, family gone before made. Call self De-Dumo Derety." He frowned a bit, trying to find the English equivalent. "Like . . . a nothing."
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