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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 10:50 pm
This was the second time he'd decided to go to the smaller park in the city, rather than the larger and more crowded park. His art supplies were removed from his suv's trunk and brought to the bench he'd sat on weeks back, the same bench where his life had found itself changed in a permanent manner.
His things set up the blond sat himself down and took one of the many brushes he had, all of which were held within a can; brush side up. The one he took was a large brush, something he could work on the background base colors with. Dipped in water he started on the white canvas. Tainting it with color, blue, as he started his work.
This was one of the first times in weeks that he'd been given the time to paint. he'd been busy, between shopping, the green house, duties, training, and the book club and oddly enough making friends, Alexandre had been a rather busy person. And with school just a week or so away he knew his time would be further limited, this was not something he was looking forward to; though he had art classes so he'd have designated painting time. That was the only good thing about school starting again. Homework would have to be done, somehow. He'd have to actually schedule things, maybe he'd get some sort of planner or organizer when he went notebook, pen, and other school supply shopping. It might come in handy more often than not.
Caught up in his thoughts, and the canvas he was painting on, he found himself thinking to just how he'd manage to survive school and not fall asleep and make a fool of himself in the classroom when caught sleeping.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 4:29 pm
Ainsley had decided to go to one of the smaller parks nearby her home, trying to enjoy the time that was left of summer before it was too late. It wasn't like when she was home schooled anymore, easily able to go outside to enjoy the weather when she wanted to. Instead she had no choice but to stay inside until the scheduled breaks, even if it was nice out. It was a decent day for a trip to the park, a perfect day to paint, sit under one of the trees and read a book, or watch the clouds go by. Today she wanted to read a book and her choice was the book that Mr. Darrow had given her, Castles and Palaces of Europe. It was slung under one arm with her white bunny plush Octavian Oswald under the other as she entered the park from one of the open areas.
She didn't quite make it to a suitable tree though, finding herself distracted by someone painting on a canvas. It wasn't very common for someone to be painting here, so it was enough to cause the child to stop and stare before swaying her path towards them instead until she was standing behind them, trying to make out what they were painting. She waited a moment, trying to guess what it was before she finally decide dto ask.
"What are you painting?" She chimed in.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 4:52 pm
Surprised, he hadn't expected someone much less a child to approach him. Glad that his brush was in the can of water, rather then skittering across the canvas in his surprise, the blond turned his head slowly. For a moment he said nothing, his mind catching up with what his ears had heard. Oh, she just wanted to know what he was painting.
Smiling, looking the small child over, he shifted on the bench so he sat facing her better. "I'm working on painting the trees here." He wanted to get the leaves right, the veins, and seeing as there was only one tree in his backyard, he didn't have a lot for reference which he did like. When he did certain things he wanted to be on point, like plant veins. When it came to other things, like where flowers went and such...that was when he went with his own opinions.
But he was focusing on the tree branches and leaves so he wanted to work here, rather than at home. He was just trying to get out before school started and his time was even less than it was now. Focusing back on the small girl he found himself motioning her to sit, if she wanted.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:16 pm
He was painting the trees? Just the trees? The child looked around her. Well, he was definitely in the right place to paint the trees but the child couldn't help but feel like he was missing out just painting trees. He could paint trees around things, like for instances, trees around a big, marvelous castle. It could have big gates with a mote and trees all around it. It would even have trees inside the gate so the castle was pretty and green.
She took up the space on the bench quietly when he motioned her over toward him. She was not shy and she was going to sit down under a tree anyways. She was able to get a better look at the painting this way too, leaning in to look at it while her hands stayed on her lap over her belongings. They were nice trees but she still felt like they'd look nicer accompanied by a castle.
"They're nice," she commented. "Do you paint other things? Don't you think the trees are lonely?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:34 pm
Watching the child he nodded to her first question. "I do, I thought today I'd paint the leaves and branches. Consider it...working on learning the make up of the leaves." He spoke, giving the small girl a smile. The three...lonely? Not something he'd thought of but he reminded himself it was something kids would think, taught and such in lesser grades. He could remember his teacher, from so long ago at Knightside, speaking about lonely this and happy that. Things he didn't think of any more, things he'd grown out of.
"No, I think each leaf keeps the others company." It was best to go along with it, a way to look at it which was positive. "I'm trying to work on getting leaves right, and each tree has different ones." And the tree in his backyard was not the same kind of tree as the ones here which he was looking at.
"Tell me, what are you doing out today?" His slate eyes on her, short ponytail falling over his shoulder and brushing his neck lightly.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 11:45 pm
"Oh," Ainsley replied, relieved to hear that the trees wouldn't be lonely at least.
Ainsley ran her hands over the surface of the book in her lap, carefully caressing the edges when he asked what she was doing out today. She had come to read her favourite book on castles, looking at the pretty pictures and imagining that the park was actually one big castle. It would be okay to show him, maybe he'd have inspiration to paint something for another day, or maybe he'd add a castle to his trees if he seen how fantastic they were.
Her fingertips over the edges of the book, she held it up to him carefully so he could see the cover and the castle on top of the mountain that was on it, all the trees that surrounded it.
"I came here to read my book," she said to him, her own eyes trying to look down at the cover.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 11:57 pm
Watching her carefully, watching her hands move over the book in her lap, the blond set his paints down. Setting them down a food or so behind him, so he didn't move backward in to them or anything. So she was here to read, a nice place to read for sure. The park was calming and quite, despite how many people could fill the small park.
There was something peaceful about parks, no matter how many people seemed to be around. It was just something about nature, or so he figured. "I see, and your book is about castles? Or perhaps a princess?" He questioned, figuring it was a typical fairytale involving knights, princes, princesses, and a castle. To end it all would be the happily ever after. Yes, he might sound a little negative; at least in his head, but things in real life simply did not work out quite so perfectly.
If that were true he would not be involved in a war, there would be no war. Not to mention perhaps it would be like the books, everyone had a prince or princess of their own. But such things were not to be. There was a war and he was involved and not everyone was happily in love. He couldn't help but be a little pessimistic about such books, he'd only just been ripped away from his own love for mysteries. the unknown. And it had left it's mark on him. He couldn't look around and contemplate things and be ok that he didn't have the answer and rather be happy with what he could imagine and dream up. His fairy tales' were over.
"Do you enjoy reading, often?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 6:51 am
Ainsley may enjoy books about princesses and their princes but the book she had with her today was not about that. It was actually focused on the buildings, structure of the buildings as well as the history of them. The great castles and palaces in Europe. It had wonderful images in it, pictures of some of the most beautiful, fairytale like places you could imagine.
"It's called Castles and Palaces of Europe and is all about the castles in Europe," she replied to him.
"I love to read, do you do like to read when you're not painting leaves?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 2:50 pm
"So a book about real castles, with information on them." Not what he was expecting from a child. He had been thinking of fairy tales and not the real castles and palaces. Some of them really were quite nice, the Russian palaces were amazing and the palaces in France as well. He'd seen them in history class when focusing on both places.
"I do, I like to read." Though it was mostly about plants, though he was branching out. Remembering the load of books he'd gotten from that small book store and the books he'd picked up at Boarders not long ago. He had a ton of books to eventually read through, though most were about plants. Some that he'd gotten at Boarders were on other things including astrology and stars.
"What else do you read about?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 9:55 pm
"Yes," she said with a nod, looking at the older boy. He also liked to read, but did he like to read about castles? Or perhaps he liked to read books about trees just like he liked to draw them? It was an interesting thought, a book about trees. The child had never thought about reading about trees before, or really any kind of plantation. Maybe she could read a book about flowers when she went to the library.
"I like any kind of book, but books about princesses and their princes are wonderful! Knights too. What do you like to read?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 2:05 pm
"I don't think I ever read, or had read to me, such books. Not when I was a child and not now. But now I read books myself, about flowers and plants." She was right, he did read about plant life. "I like to read various sorts of books. I like to read about astronomy and stars, plants, what someone can make with plants, books on art and artists as well. Harry Potter, but that was something I started on when I was much younger." When he'd first been able to read the books. He'd wanted to read them on his own. He'd gotten caught up, just like so many others, in the world of magic and wand waving, where you could be invited to such a school by an owl carrying a letter. It wasn't something he'd often speak of, a silent appreciate and love.
"I tend to let the back cover of a book tell me if I should read it or not. I don't go for specific types of books." It was one area in life which was not organized. He didn't go in to a book store with a list of what books he wanted, or a plan in mind of where to go and what types of books to get. He let the books guide him and lull him in to buying them.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 8:41 pm
"I like books about stars too! They have lots of pretty pictures and they're really nice to look at, don't you think so? They also have lots of amazing facts about space!" Of course, the facts the books had seemed to be nothing like the real life experience or her own time traveling to the stars. The pictures in the books were amazing but they were nothing compared to the real thing. How could they? The real thing was so beautiful that there was no way a picture could possibly comprehend it all.
"I've never read Harry Potter before," she added. She remembered the librarian Ever mentioning the series before but she'd been so caught up in Redwall that she had never remembered to go back and read it. Maybe she would remember now and go take a peak at the magically delicious series about wizards and the magical.
In truth, Ainsley tended to read anything that was put in front of her including the newspaper. It was usually rather boring but she enjoyed looking up some of the words she didn't know or understand that were mentioned in it. The same went for books, she often went to the library and picked up books, looking at the covers and the backs to see how interesting they were - to see what the book would say to her.
"You too?" She smiled.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 8:54 pm
"I agree, I like the pictures from the Hubble telescope. The pictures really, with what they show and the sheer beauty, seem rather unreal and impossible. But they are real, I think that's part of the appeal, not to mention the mystery and showing of just how vast the universe is." Ok, maybe he shouldn't speak in such terms with a child. But he figured talking as he was wasn't a bad thing. It was how he felt on the matter, even if it might be a bit above her. He didn't think it was though, and if it was he was clueless and honestly wouldn't have cared had he known.
"It just...it makes us seem smaller and less significant in a way." Though he knew better, he knew every planet and star was significant in some way.
"It's a series you might like, magic and a castle which doubles as a boarding school. No princesses or anything. But I believe pegasus, unicorns and dragons, among other things, should make up for the lack of a princes, princess, and other things." He spoke, giving her an honest and open smile. Something very few ever received. Small smiles were the most commonly given smile by the blond teen.
"Me too what?" Wondering what she was asking about, referring to. Did they have something in common? He did the same thing with books and looking up words he didn't know, he found it a very good way to improve ones vocabulary and it helped when he went to events with his parents; whenever he was actually spoken to. It never hurt to work on ones speech skills.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 5:15 pm
Ainsley nodded her head to everything he was saying but ultimately the child didn't say anything in reply to him. She was looking at the trees around them, more specifically, the leaves that the teenage boy seemed to have been so keen on when she found him painting them. She had never really taken that deep of a look at them before, but when she heard how much he seemed to like them she couldn't help but keep going back to them as they were talking.
"Me too what?" she repeated, not understanding right away.
"Oh," she said after a pause.
"That the books speak to you when you look at them back of them!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 6:54 pm
"Oh! Yes, I let that decide if I purchase a book. A book may be boring in the beginning, and even have a rather...lacking end. But what's in the middle may be very good, so that's why I let the back decide for me." Speaking as he turned back to his painting. Slowly readying himself to continue.
Finding where he'd left off he started on the veins of the leaf which had none till now. He had noted her looking at the trees and smiled softly, a curious child. One who was taking in what he'd just been speaking of.
"Tell me, I'm curious, how old are you?" She looked ten, eleven perhaps. But he figured it best to ask for no other reason than to answer his curiosity. "And your parents allow you here alone?" Didn't they worry? He knew his own mother used to not let him from her sight, oh how he'd hated it. He'd worked hard to gain her trust.
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