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 Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 9:23 pm
Finding people to draw was becoming more and more difficult, with the recent mobilization of all the Negaverse, people stuck in a coma, and a curfew with a constantly nagging guardian was making it a task to find the time to draw in public. Thankfully she had finally stumbled across a small park that for what ever reason people still managed to brave during one of her outings into the city. Mostly it was older folks sitting around playing chess, occasionally students from the local schools would mingle through, though few ever stayed. So the days sketches consisted mostly of elderly folk staring intently at boards chatting about days when the city was so much nicer.
Except for one.
He was probably as old as she was, maybe older. Unlike the other teens who simply passed by ignoring the chess tables he made his rounds taking on challenges from anyone willing to play. Maybe it was the glasses, or the curly mop of hair. Or the fact he wasn't old as dirt and half bald that captured her attention. So she started to draw filling her pages now with the thoughtful face of the teenage stranger from the seat at a chess table on the edge of the group. Her red eyes always poking up from a tattered brown sketch book to catch another glance of the young boy.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:45 pm
It felt odd to be out here, knowing that while he sat and played chess in the park thousands of people were locked in a nightmare realm, the most important of these being his prince and his captain. While things were no longer taking a turn for the worst they hadn't taken a turn for the better either. The city was still quarantined, school still cancelled, and Johnny King was forced to play chess with the elderly until visitor hours. So far he'd played four people this morning, or had it been five? The games were blurring together in his mind. It didn't matter if he won or lost. They were just a distraction to try and keep his mind off the worry that was eating away at his gut.
His last opponent had left after their second match, having spotted an old friend. The teen let him go, hands mechanically moving the pieces back to their proper place. It was no fun playing by himself but he really didn't have much of a choice. He needed something to keep his mind away from Dylan's body lying still and lifeless in the hospital.
It wasn't until Johnny had moved his first white piece that he realized he was being watched. He blamed his slow response time on his current state of mind, though that didn't stop him from being irritated with himself. As he moved the first of the black pieces he took the opportunity to look around, trying to figure out who was watching him. There were a few casual onlookers, a couple of teenagers who were looking past him at something, and a girl who appeared to be writing something down on a pad of paper. No, that wasn't right. Was she drawing? Why would she be drawing him?
The idea made his cheeks heat up and he moved a white piece more jerkily than he intended. Maybe she'd seen him at school. That was probably it. Best to figure out what she wanted, then. Thus, when Lorelei looked up from the work he met her gaze, and asked, "Do I know you?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 8:55 pm
Something about the look on his face, it reminded Lorelei of the look on Zink's face on the rooftops as he stared to the hospital. It wasn't even just Zink, it was the look a lot of people had lately. Distracted, worried, depressed, all because of the coma sweeping the city. No one she had known had been taken, but she had seen plenty of people who had lost others to it. Maybe he had too? Or maybe he was just stressed over something else. None the less Lorelei made it her goal to capture that look. Almost never changing even as he won or lost like he was truly elsewhere then the park.
Lorelei could have spent hours pondering what was going on in his head as she sketched away, she would have been fine with that, but fate would not let it be that way eyes lingered briefly and the feeling that she too was now being eyed started to nag at the edge of her mind. Had he noticed her watching him?
"I- I um, no I don't," her words stuttered and cracked as they finally locked eyes, her face no less red then his as she quickly snapped the book shut. " I was ah, just..." watching you as you played 5 games of chess? Drawing you like some slightly odd fangirl? "I um, could leave if you want? I didn't mean to bother you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 3:38 pm
Lorelei's blush only served to heighten his as Johnny half slunk down in his chair, all the while thinking how ridiculous he must have looked. Why did girls have to look at him and blush? Didn't they know they were basically admitting to doing something wrong or at the very least thinking about it? Naturally, when faced with such a conclusion, the green-haired teen couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking about and that only made him more embarrassed. It was a nasty cycle, and one that he was definitely trying to get himself out of. (At least he was failing with dignity?)
"No it's… fine." He didn't sound as sure as he wanted to but at least he'd said it. "Were you looking to play chess?" Chess against a new opponent would be a welcome distraction, not only from his tomato-red face but from all the other things that was clouding his mind. His fingers moved absently to the little mirror in his pocket as though that would make Nehelenia call him with good news. Unsurprisingly, it had yet to work.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 8:10 am
Why was he blushing!? Why!? It was bad enough that they were looking each other dead in the eye, even worse now that he was blushing. Did he think she was cute? No, no way, it's an awkward situation is all, clearly a reason for them both to turn red as tomatoes right? Maybe? She really wasn't sure either way her brain was far to scattered as he had approached.
It was fine apparently, she could stay, did she need his permission to even stay? No, not really, but at least now it wasn't as awkward right? Again another no because they were still blushing quite a bit. "Well I came here to draw, I guess I could, yes, yes I'll play a game." That I barely know how to play! Well now she was stuck and while Johnny reached for his pocket Lorelei reached for a pawn sliding it along the board before slipping her hand back like a snake away from the boy sitting across the table.
This was going to be the most awkward game of chess all day.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 7:58 pm
So she had been drawing. God he hoped she had been drawing some strange still life of the chessboard because he didn't even want to think of being a girl's model in a portrait. He wouldn't end up on some display wall at an art's school, would he? It may have been a horrible thing to hope that the girl in front of him was a poor artist but Johnny King was not above such thoughts. He really didn't want to see his face somewhere he hadn't given someone express permission to put it.
His attention was thankfully drawn back to the game when Lorelei moved a chess piece. There, wasn't this better? They didn't have to look at each other or talk to each other. All they had to do was move chess pieces and keep their eyes on the board. Johnny moved another pawn to oppose Lorelei's making the mistake of letting his eyes wander to her face before dropping them instantly. Crap.
"You don't go to Sovereign Heights, do you?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 3:27 pm
Lucky for Johnny Lorelei has no intention of sharing her art, it was a personal hobby not to mention she never wanted to work big enough for a full project, just sketching to pass the time. So the silence lingered once more as she waited Johnny's turn, maybe he wouldn't play maybe he would just leave?
Nope.
A pawn slid forward and a game was set in motion. Though it was not just a pawn that moved as Lorelei looked up from her end of the table just long enough to catch a good look again of Johnny's blue eyes. For a moment she would lament the lack of a pastel to shade those eyes in her picture. This was short lived as she quickly focused on her pieces again shifting a knight from behind her pawns towards the middle of the board.
"No I don't, I actually go to Crystal. You?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:32 pm
Crystal. His gut clenched when his mind jumped instantly to "girls he knew at Crystal" of which Jada Chamberlyn was one of them. It was bad enough that his Prince, his captain, and his Prince's queen's near entire royal guard was in a Tartaros induced coma. The fact that it had also affected other people he knew, other senshi, made the situation one hundred times worse. He'd been to see Jada once he'd heard she was there, though he'd only stayed long enough to leave a single flower. There was nothing he could do but hope she'd wake up with the rest.
"I know a girl from Crystal," Johnny supplied as he moved another pawn. "Her name's Jada Chamberlyn. Do you know her? It's a stupid question, I know, asking if you know someone just because you go to the same school—" the green haired teen pressed on, not entirely given Lorelei time to answer his question, "— but in a school like Crystal I understand some girls are fairly well known."
Naturally, he addressed his concerns to the chess board rather than his chess partner.
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