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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:54 pm
Amphi tucked another book under her arm as she browsed the shelves of the desolate library. Her current interest of reading material circled around that of pictures books, of the most artististic kind.
Though she wasn't a arty student herself, she took pleasures in knowing the full beauty that landwalkers created, admiring that which they called "Paintings." pictures that seemed so real and alive even though they we're made with nothing more then a cloth like canvas and color oils. She always wondered how artist found the inspiration to paint the way they did.
One book in particular had caught her eye as she pulled it down. It was large, larger then her other ones and had her placing it at the foot of the shelves, opening the large picture filled pages.
The images of Von Vampogh, a famous painter of Halloween town lit up her eyes with his renditions of many of the things in their lovely world. Her hand slowly traced over the image of Jack skellington, a portrait of the skilled Jack O lantern, in his finest FEAR mode.
Even now as she flipped through the pages of the picture book, she poured over the man's history, sitting in the aisle as she knew that she would probably be the only one in the Library anyways. She didn't have to worry about others happening upon her....did she?
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:09 pm
There are few libraries that this ghost is still allowed in, and thankfully this was one of them. It wasn’t his fault; he blames it on this addiction he has. He has a love for paintings, life preserved in visual form for nearly forever, so long as the medium lasts. Libraries tend to have the oldest ones, and also some of the prettiest neatly bound together in books. He’s been banned for stealing them. This slimer, though strong is his addiction, keeps it at bay or else he’ll never see the whole collection. The school has so much to offer, and stealing a single book isn’t worth it. Besides, he can always borrow and rotate between the books.
El Greco drops a book off, one he has kept exactly till the due date, and wanders into the stacks for another book to be added to his rotating gallery. He has nearly memorized everything about it, the stories of each picture, its painter or photographer, but only for a limited time. He gets pretty infatuated with others so quickly that he could only remember so much.
He kept a finger at his lips while he rummaged through different aisles, lost in thought and also in admiration. He thumbed through some of them, wondering if he’s already seen some of them before, but he did want to borrow one book in particular; it was large.
He found it, and unfortunately someone already had it in their possession. He felt a little sick. He felt his stomach tighten a little, and his need for the book grew just a little bit stronger. He walked towards her, quietly, floating inches off the ground. He composed himself as he got closer.
“Hi, uh,” he fumbled while whispering, “Excuse me miss.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:35 am
She was so caught up in the gorgeous paintings and the flow of creativity from the book that she at first didn't hear the ghost boy, in fact, it might have seemed rude how long it took her to look up.
But once she did, her eyes widened with a huge blue doe in the headlight look as she stared into his before gulping.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry." She moved to get out of his way, her eyes instantly landing on the fact this his feet were floating a tad off the ground...Oh man, a Ghost!
"Did...did you need something?" She flushed as she stood up, closing the book of paintings and clutching it to her chest. "Am I in the way?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 6:32 pm
He did wait. But it felt like forever. He wanted to reach out at the book which she had in possession and just run away with it. But he really wasn’t here to make enemies, nor be a social outcast; he didn’t want to be tagged as an oddity for the rest of his time in the academy. His thoughts then went beyond the book. She does look nice though. He thought, while looking for excuses not to just pluck the book from her. Don’t want to make this pretty lady angry.He watched her intently when she stood, her movement slow in his eyes, and the dim light of the library a glowing blur. Yes his gaze kept on veering from her face to the book she held. “Hehe,” he chuckled while blushing green, “Oh, I mean, sorry, I just wanted that.” He lifted a hand, bent at the elbow, and pointed at the book.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:41 pm
Her hands clutched around the book tighter as he stared at her before cocking his head at her.
"Um...Um." She was not good with other halloweeners and to see him staring so blatantly made her shift.
Was...Was he blushing? What was that green tint? Odd, she had never seen a ghost blush before.
"Oh?" She looked down at the book before tentatively holding it out and smiling. "Do you like paintings?" She cocked her head before looking at the spines of some other books, "I like looking at them, um...There is another one that has really pretty prints in them...let me find...." She bit the bottom of her lip as she touched the spines of the books. Some shuddered in delight, others hissed and howled before she found the one she wanted, "Have you looked at this one?" Amphi pulled it out, opening the pages to some of the paintings in it. Her smiled was ducked and shy as she held it out for him to see.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 2:27 pm
He stared at her, mostly watching how her face changed and took note of the little vagaries in her stance. He grinned. He stared at her, trying to pry at those eyes that seemed to just avoid his. He wondered if she even knew how he looks like, or even notice if he changed his face. But then, his eyes wandered down, back to the book. He heard her speak, about other books and many other things- he probably already borrowed them a couple times before. “But that’s what I want,” he said as he pointed back at the book she held.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:49 pm
She was holding the book out for him to take wasn't she? Or hadn't she?
"I'm...I'm sorry but..." She held it out again before looking at the other spines, had she offended him with the offer of other books as well?
"I get so caught up in the books I forget if I am actually paying attention." She bit her lip, wondering if the one she had replaced in her hands didn't work for the ghost boy. "Do...do you like paintings very much?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:34 am
Oh. The slimer, so lost within the moments of staring at her and the extreme yearning for the book, that he didn't see until now that she was offering it to him. Though made of slime, he stood stiff. He felt stupid. "Oh," he chuckled in embarrassment, "Yes, yes I do love paintings." He wanted to reach out for the book she was still offering. His arm ached a little. It was tense. His hands just wanted to pluck it from her hold and into the safety of his arms. "How about you?" He turned. His hand reached for the first book closest to it, and pulled it out. He flipped through it, till he saw the title page and read it quick, "do you enjoy... 'Romance In Public Places'?" He shut the book. "Haha....yeah," his voice trailed to a whisper.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 1:00 am
She was sure her eyes reached up now, taking a full gander at the boy before flushing. He was very gorgeous for a ghost, Pale white hair and bright...acid green like eyes.
Her jaw slackened as she stared before flushing AGAIN and turned to the books, they didn't stare back, they didn't stare back...okay maybe one of them did...as her eyes caught one of the spines of the books winking at her.
She smiled though as she looked over, there was adoration in his voice just from the simple statement that had her curious, "I do as well. Landwalkers have a interesting way of expressing the beauty of their lands, their people and....more creative ways of expressing themselves." She smiled softly now, "Though I cannot collect paintings for myself, so I come to see them in books instead." As she did with anything else that couldn't survive in water.
Her face flushed....at his question as he pulled the book out before looking down, "I....What? Romance...What?" She hadn't read that book...or wait, she hadn't seen the paintings in that book. Was it a book!??!
"I...I don't believe I have seen that one." She gave him a awkward flushed smile before looking around, "Was this the only book you were interested in?" She tapped the one that he held in his hands now as she grabbed a couple more. "I don't usually leave the library with the books since I live in a aquarium....and the Liberian really doesn't like his books to get messed up...." She whispered. Avery, the behemoth boogeyman turned Liberian terrified her...especially when he was angry. "My name is Amphitrite by the way...but you can call me Amphi for short." She shyly ducked her head at the introduction.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 7:22 pm
The slimer kept his hands behind him. His hands were turning jelly, transparent and green, exposing the bones beneath. It felt like they had a mind of their own, and his focus was being tested. He wanted the book, his life felt like there was void without it, it was all planned out, and he needed it in his collection for the allotted amount of time the library allowed. He had to have it. Did she just say landwalkers? That was an odd phrase. It was the first time he heard someone use it. He wanted to intrude and ask, but he left it alone. Fortunately his question was answered while he listened further to her explanations; she was an aquatic creature. How interesting.“Amphitrite,” he worded it with care, “It’s beautiful, and I’ll call you by its full length.” He landed on his feet. He felt that it courteous to stand close to height to people, and not floating above them, forcing them to look up. He took a small step forward, not too close to the book, because the temptation may grow even stronger. Though, he caught her flushing face, and made a note not to get closer than the current distance. “I’m El Greco, and you can call me with any variation of that name.” “I’m interested in a lot of things, paintings the most, and the lives and scenes they depict,” he paused for a second as he searched for her eyes, “though I’m more interested in you-“ “Oh, about your aquatic life, yes,” he interjected quickly. “Haha.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 7:49 pm
Amphi continued her shy glances at the ghost as he talked to her. She was totally unperpared to have a conversation with one and was slightly flushed all the same. had she noticed the slimer's shift of skin over bones, showing green fleshy ooze, she would've been more surprised and....fascinated.
But she hadn't as he continued to keep his arms tucked behind him and she was more fascinated with not looking into his eyes in case he suddenly thought she was annoyingly shy.
When he said her name...her full name, her blushed deepened more as she opened her mouth to respond. "Ah thank you very much, I was named after our patron goddess's lover's mistress....If that makes sense. Gods are really fickle but my sister's named me after her so that I would grow to be strong and beautiful to attract many humans to the sea's to eat." Had she even breathed when she spoke? Before clapping her hand over her mouth to stop the ramble. "Oh jack, I'm sorry, that must sound really bad."
She watched as he landed next to her. Though she had to crane her neck before to see him, she didn't have to as much now and smiled at him. She took a step closer so that she could hand him the book before she tucked it to her side and ran away. The urge was getting more overwhelming considering that he was being very kind to her.
"It's very nice to meet you El Greco..." She smiled as she thought of a variation. Perhaps if she gave him a cute one, it would dampen the feeling of shyness and smiled back up at him, "May I call you Elle then?" She shifted attention to what he said before nodding.
"Ah, It's nice to meet someone so interested! Do you collect them to then?" She would love to see one, without it being a copy in a book. Perhaps she would feel....more by seeing a original painting.
WHAT?!!?
Her face instantly exploded in embarassment as she took a step back, bumping into the stack of books with a slight stutter..."I...I..."
She looked up at him before sighing in relief. He was interested in the fact that she was mermaid, not her...herself. Which was good, cause she didn't think she could handle it.
"Well..um..." She thought of how best to describe it, "It's very different under there then it is here. Your a ghost yes?" She smiled, "Ghost make great swimming friends under the sea because you don't have to breathe like other creatures. Perhaps one day...." She flushed again, "You'll come to the sea and I can show you around."
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 8:15 pm
“Elle is fine.” The ghost gave an enthusiastic nod. “And my name actually has no special meaning behind it, unlike yours, and I don’t even know what it means.” “Yours seem to give purpose, and mine is just a mystery.” Thank Jack for the pin, without it, he’d probably be showing his true colors, very green and very translucent. With the ghoul stepping closer, his concentration was being tested even more. There was a beauty before him, and a book he just wants steal and run. But he had to keep his face up. He maybe a ghost, ghastly and gross, but he’s still a gentleman. “Collect them?!” The ghost gave a small, yet high chuckle, knowing the question was a little absurd. “Of course I do!” “They’re like memories. I never really had a lot of memories, so those scenes, in oil, acrylic and other mediums, real or fictional, have become my memories.” He wanted to say more, but cut himself off, he didn't want to sound too odd. "Maybe room full." Lies. He's got at least three rooms full. He paused, looking off to a distance. “I hope to make my own someday” “With you?” His grin was wide as he looked down at her, his cheeks and pressing up on his eyes. “I’m sure the world under the sea have ways depicting their lives in some kind of pictorial form.” The ghost floated again. Just a few inches as he lifted his eyes back up. His mind elsewhere. “A whole new world, shining, shimmering,” the ghost spoke softly with wonder, “Splendid!” “I never really thought about going beneath the waters to see how is there. There are good things about being mostly dead. When can we go?!” Nyxtsuki Moon These long convo's feels weird, sometimes, I want to react to something she's done in the middle of your post, but then, it feels out of place if I react to every little thing, haha.
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