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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 3:51 pm
The children's park is a newer addition that the mayor included only recently. Though, that doesn't mean that the playground is as lacking as the city's. The classic toys that one will remember in their youth are here in all their childhood glory, from the teetor totter (or seesaw, as some do call them) to the swings, this location has everything that a child could ask for. Well, aside from a jello castle and ice cream palace, but they can at least pray to the little shrine at the beginning of the park for those sort of things. Here, we give worship to the Dream Fairy and all it's past followers.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:27 pm
 ____________________________________________________________ - Hayden Rusacanth - ____________________________________________________________ Nice shape. Good detail. Decent size. Yes. Hayden could work with this. His idea was already sculpting in his mind. No pun intended. It had been a while since the young artist searched for a proper inspiration. He didn't exactly expect to find it here, in a playground of all places! How long had he been standing there anyways with that notebook in hand? Good question. Maybe... an hour or so? If he had moved... it wouldn't look so bad, but he was just so enthralled by his inspiration. So rare... so small... so alive... It was... perfection. In his 'perfection' of course, he might've forgotten someone else could be there. You know, being a public area and all.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:39 am
Indeed, the woman had been standing far enough where it was hardly noticeable to the male, but close enough where she could still watch him easily. No children were playing.. yet he was still here, studying, staring, obsessing over something. Several reasons for that came to mind and none of them were good. Her hand went automatically to her holster, grabbing it cautiously as she often did when approaching someone, and she headed over to the male. Hayden Rusacanth, 28 years of age, listed job as a sculptor. Nothing very alarming in his criminal record, just the average set of an average male. But even an average male could be.. “Good afternoon. May I ask what interest the local foliage holds for you, Mr. Rusacanth?” She stated as soon as she was within hearing range, pausing a good few feet from him. Her uniform should say enough for who she was and how she knew his name, even if most officers weren't nearly as obsessive as her with such things.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 3:23 pm
____________________________________________________________ - Hayden Rusacanth - ____________________________________________________________ Hayden was just taking into account the details of the tree's trunk. Now where the leaves, where they-The man froze for a moment, if only a split second before looking back at the figure. Oh crap... he wouldn't be in trouble would he? Nah. Oh? She knew his name? She was pretty cute actually, but something was off. "One moment" said the man quickly as he finished writing something in his notebook and turned to face the officer. He thought on what she said. "My job?" said the man finally, thinking it was quite obvious. "Is something wrong?" Then again, he was often kind of dense to simple things. Like standing for a long time in a playground.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:08 am
____________________________________________________________ - Hayden Rusacanth - ____________________________________________________________ Ouch... That was... kind of stern. Really stern. "Thirty-six?" No use in small talk he supposed. Though, had he really been there so long? He figured it had been five minutes or so... A time, you tricky devil. "That tree caught me eye. Ideas, you could say for my new sculpture" informed the artist with a slight smile. Well he was talking about his work, though he wasn't cocky about it, it made him happy. Even if the officer looked as if she was going to kill him... Hyperbole-tically of course. "I create different types of sculptures, sometimes with a human reference, though I prefer the botanical references." What was it about art that brought the blond man's eloquent side out? Then again, he was pretty eloquent most of the time.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 11:06 am
Well, thirty-six minutes that Romane had been watching him stand there. From the way things looked, he had been there well before her arrival, just too wrapped up in his task to notice. Whatever said task may be. She eyed him as he talked, watching his demeanor shift from.. well, really, he hadn't exactly shifted into anything. He remained cocky and fluent, not a stutter or twitch at the sight of an authority figure. Either he wasn't up to anything.. Or he was so dangerous that he could hide how strained he really was. Could he be that fan culprit? She considered that with another look over his form. Based on the handwriting, whoever had left her that fan was likely a male. Clean, eloquent, male. How old was Mr. Rusacanth? Late twenties, mid twenties? Right age range. “There are several oak trees in the area, Mr. Rusacanth. I do not see why this one would catch your eye in particular.” Care to enlighten her? She raised an eyebrow and gave him an expectant set of eyes.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:19 pm
____________________________________________________________ - Hayden Rusacanth - ____________________________________________________________ "It's oaky?" That may not have been his best response, but it was the one that came to his mind. How could he explain this? Hayden frowned slightly, though with those eyes at him, who wouldn't? He glanced at his notebook, the details and few quick sketches he had done for clues. It was one thing to feel it... but for words? Egh. "I'm not certain actually. Perhaps it was one of those moments that you get inspired, and... you just feel it." That sounded about right... but those eyes! Those beautiful blue eyes! That... could stab him right now... "There's not really a why, well there is never a proper reason behind art. Just expression." He was confident on that... though the officer wouldn't probably agree.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:29 am
Alright, fine, Romane didn't understand much about art to begin with. People often found it entertaining and some of it she supposed would be considered 'pretty' or something along those lines, but she never saw the use in it. If only because, leading back to the first point, she didn't get it. Expression? A feeling? How was a sculpture of a tree going to convey anything? She raised an eyebrow at him and glanced at the tree as he looked to his notebook. Oaky. It was.. a very 'oaky' tree.. she supposed. It was an oak, after all, what else could it be? Ah! But, that didn't matter! He was a suspicious individual who was fixated on a tree in a children's playground! She moved close enough to grab the notebook from him, but chose to hold out her hand instead, “If you are indeed here for 'artistic' reasons, I ask that you allow me to see your notes.” She explained and watched him carefully, expecting him to either back out on his bluff or to make something else up.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 2:35 pm
____________________________________________________________ - Hayden Rusacanth - ____________________________________________________________ Hayden idly wondered in how much trouble he was with her... Wait did he even do anything? Oh wait, his notes? Sure! He'd be safe with those. "Oh of course. They're not the best, but..." with that he handed over the notebook to the officer's hand. Sure enough, she'd find different sketches. They weren't professional degree though. Well he was a sculptor, not a sketch artist! The first few were of moments from the cooking festival. Others from just about anything, rocks, a dog, even his lamp! And now, the oak. There was one of the oak in full view, the rest were details of the bark and leaves. The thought of it made the man smile softly. Well he was in his nature, plus his art! Eh sorta... Wait no, he was in trouble! No he wasn't... which was probably why he was so calm.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 6:49 pm
____________________________________________________________ - Hayden Rusacanth - ____________________________________________________________ Wait what!? Wasn't he supposed to be off the hook? Damn it! "It's fluffy?" replied the man as he looked at the drawing. Seriously! It's a panda!! "Well in all seriousness, how often do you see a panda in a cooking festival? Or... here in the island I would guess... Unless that's common... I just wanted to draw it" finally said Hayden. Why was she so mean? Well not mean... just strict... like a private school nun... Oh that would send shivers down anyone's rectum. Even his mother isn't like that... And she's a college professor! Those are evil!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:24 pm
____________________________________________________________ - Hayden Rusacanth - ____________________________________________________________ Aw but he liked his fluffy- "No ma'am... No problem at all" said the sculptor. What could he do really? Well it wasn't that good of a drawing anyways... Nope, it wasn't. Without making the officer get even more annoyed with him, if that was even possible, Hayden took the notebook and carefully took out the drawing. It was fluffy... No-Ah crap. He handed it over to the officer and nodded slightly. "Is there anything else officer?" asked the blond calmly. Honestly? He wanted to go home... before she continued to scare the hell out of him... As pretty as she was.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:47 pm
Romane folded it and pocketed the paper without even a glance at it. So, she had expected him to simply listen to her request, but she had also hoped that he wouldn't. If he tried to run or throw out a dozen excuses, she would have more of a reason to suspect him. But, this was her only lead! In weeks! She had been searching for that long and found nothing, not until this moment! Even if all she had was a crudely drawn panda, it was better than nothing. She would just have to watch him and catch him when he did screw up. “..No, there is not. I advise you return to your daily routine.” Even if no one else was here, she was sure his presence was a disturbance in some way. Well, mainly to her – she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable watching a man be fascinated with a tree for a long period of time. She doubted that counted as 'disturbing the peace', though. She stepped aside and waited for him to leave, again hoping he would do something stupid to warrant more suspicion.
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