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 Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 6:24 pm
There was just so much to see in this new city! From all the little shops, to the schools, to the lakes, there was so many things to do! It was certainly no Baltimore, what with the city's clean waters and the smog free air. There was no problem for Isha though, except for one thing...
The silence. There was so much noise and ruckus back in Charm City. Sirens and the shouts of pedestrians and just the over all hustle and bustle of everyday life. He loved the noise and the headaches that the came with that old environment. But here, there was silence. Yes, okay, maybe not silence, but the sounds of birds and bugs were all over the place. It was as if he couldn't escape the pure nature around him. And nature was awesome, of course it was, his very favorite activity in the world was nature related, but he was never one to try to listen to "the wolf cry to the blue corn moon" or all that jazz. In his mind, music created by humans, full of emotion and rhythm and creativity, was what he loved the most!
And that's exactly what he heard flowing through the trees. He wasn't sure what was causing this rather upbeat tempo to flood through the pathway in the park he walked through, but he loved it~ His pace changed, to a near skip, and he had his hands up in the air, performing some sort of bizarre, disorganized wiggle with them. Before he realized it, his hips were shaking, and he was doing spins every couple of steps to the faint music that filled the slightly chilled air.
That might have not been the best idea for the boy to have done, however. As he continued to shake it and wiggle it down the path way, a final turn sent him tumbling over his own feet, and down a slight slope. All the way down, he struggled to maintain balance, turning slightly backwards. The fear that came with falling, bashing his head on the ground, and never seeing the light of day again came quickly, and he lashed out behind, him, using whatever he made contact with to cushion his fall.
Unfortunately, it seemed that whatever it was, was wet, and colors spewed everywhere around him. Isha, himself, came out of the whole situation unscathed, as he obviously didn't think he bled green.. Or white.. Or any of the colors that surrounded him in this small puddle of the rainbow he sat in.
"What the heck?" Who would leave paint out in the middle of no where! His gaze shifted around quickly, trying to find the culprit, realizing that the person who the stuff belonged to stood not too far away at all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 10:01 am
The park was Fritz's favorite place to be, especially when the seasons changed and the weather shifted and all the colors took a turn for the better. And on this particular day, it was sunny and breezy in the mid seventies and Fritz was delighted.
So he took his easel and his paints and his silly white apron that was so spattered with color now it could hardly even be called white, and made a little seat for himself on one of the benches in the more occupied sections of the park. Eyes scanning the crowd for something (or maybe someone) interesting to discover, Fritz absently dragged his brush along the first canvas, smearing blue -
- and apparently that wasn't the only thing that was going to be smeared. There was a slight crash, a yelp and a curse, and Fritz turned, blinking in bemusement, only to find a young man lying spattered in the middle of what had once been a bag of watercolors.
"Hello" said Fritz pleasantly "Looks like you found my paints!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 1:34 pm
Paint was a very weird texture, Isha had discovered while trying to stand up after his tumble. It wasn't quite thing, but not quite thick either, and occasionally had a squishy, awkward lump in it, where the paint had hardened, or just morphed together. Either way, it was one of the most bizarre feelings he had felt in some time, and wanted to quickly get out of it.
"Uh.. Hello to you too?" He replied, sounding quite a bit baffled at the man's reaction to what just happened.
"You know.." he started, finally managing to get up. His clothes were covered in a mixture of paint in what could only be considered an abstract pattern all over him. He looked down at himself, wanting nothing more than to start scraping the paint off, but it wasn't dry enough in any manner to do so.
"Most people would check to see if the person who fell was alright and help them up. Or get angry because I kinda sorta sat all over your paint and pretty much ruined it. 'Hello' isn't the most common of greetings." Isha wasn't trying to sound angry or irritated, just pointing out the bizarre reaction the man had. He finally managed to look up, straight at the man who just sounded so quaint and happy with the world. Normally, he'd fine that awesome, as his mentality was very much like that, for the most part, but not when he was so.. Colorful.
"Do you know of a place nearby that I can clean up..? As nice of a canvas I may make, I think I'd like to get the paint off of my skin before I get stained these colors for a month!" A rather light chuckle came at the end of his words, and he gazed around, looking for a Public rest room or something of the sort that may have been nearby.
"Afterwards, I can go get you some new paints, since it's pretty clear that my butt has used up most of it!"
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