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 Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:53 pm
Israel was sitting at one of the tables on the edge of the courtyard, her bottle of juice sitting unopened by her sketchbook. She had spent the better part of an hour alternating between staring off into space and sketching. Sighing a bit, she looked down at the picture that had manifested from her pencil and decided to add some color to it. Reaching into her bag she pulled out her oil pastels and picked out the black and red crayons. Slowly she started adding the pastels to the picture, setting the crayons down every so often to smudge and blur the colors. She hoped that she and Sora really could still be friends. She really couldn't imagine him holding a grudge against her. And as long as she steered clear of Xel... she would be okay in that department as well. Sighing again, she reached up and rubbed a hand on her cheek as she stared down at her book, uknowingly leaving a trail of black and red oil down the side of her face.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 2:27 am
 Gianmarco was scoping out his new surroundings, exploring the various buildings of Aquila, watching the ways the sunlight and the shadows danced off the buildings. The architecture truely was impressive.
Happening upon a small courtyard full of students he stopped and looked around for a place to sit. He saw the girl sketching and stopped to watch her, she appeared to be absorbed, pouring her emotion into her work. He smiled as she brushed a wash of colour onto her cheek and continued oblivious. Crossing over to her he caught a glimpse of what she was working on and raised an eyebrow.
"May I join you?" He asked boldly gesturing to the bench opposite. His accent thick and unmistakably Italian.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 2:38 am
 Israel's green eyes flew up from her work as a boy's voice interrupted her concentration. She blinked a little at his sudden appearance until she finally realized he had asked her a question.
"Oh... uh, not at all," she replied, shaking her head a little. She shoved some of her hair out of her eyes and blinked at him again. For once she was too distracted to think of anything to say right away. She slowly took in his appearance and managed a small smile. He was pretty good looking she thought but quickly shoved that thought aside.
"Italian?" she asked suddenly, when she finally managed to identify his accent, her mind working at a snail's pace.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 2:45 am
Giani sat down and placed hisbag on the bench next to him, looking at her pastel solied hands.
"Yes. My name is Gianmarco Rossi." He said holding his hand out for her to shake.
"I know this may be a personal question. But, may I see what you are drawing?" He asked looking at the upside down picture. "I am an artist myself, I always like to see other people's art."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 2:54 am
Israel started to reach out to shake his hand and noticed how dirty her hand was. Quickly, she withdrew it to wipe it off on her jeans then slipped her hand into his.
"Israel Sophronia," she replied, her smile a little warmer. At his question, she dropped her eyes back down to her book, then back up at him. "It's not really finished yet," she replied after a moment's hesitation. But she turned the book and slid it over to him. At least he had understood that it was personal, she thought. "What kind of art do you prefer?" she asked, genuinely interested.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:02 am
"Israel?" He said to himself musing over the name. "Such an interesting name." He said with a smile, feeling truely honoured as she passed him her sketch book.
He looked over the sketch with a critical eye, admiring both its strengths and weaknesses as well as its meaning and emotion.
"I like your use of light here." He said pointing to part of it. "Your technique is really quite unique."
Nodding in thanks he handed her back the book and reached into his bag, flushing slightly. He was always nervous about showing people his art. Many didn't understand it.
"I like to draw life." He said simply pulling out a battered sticker covered sketchbook. This Israel girl was an artist too, surely she would appreciate his work. He slid it across the table towards her. "Mainly the female form. Its beauty facinates me."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:21 am
"Thank you," she flushed a bit when he smiled. She watched him as he looked over the sketch. She enjoyed hearing people's opinions of her art, even more so when they actually knew what to look for. She peered down at the part he pointed out and smiled again.
"Thank you," she said again as she took the book from him. She set it back down in front of her and looked up when he answered her. She took his book in her hands and opened it to the first page and his explanation became clear as her green eyes fell on a nude portrait of a woman posing. Slowly she let her eyes absorb the lines and shading of the portrait, admiring his technique. She turned the page and saw yet another nude woman. Smiling softly, she realized where this was going, but she truly did admire his realistic style.
"These are really amazing," she said, glancing up as she turned the page. "I have a thing for collecting portraits as well... but mine are usually clothed," she grinned up at him with a teasing look in her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:29 am
Giani gave her a smirk at her opinion of his work and her comment. His wasn't so much a collection as a study of life. There were only two or three young women in the book that he actually knew the names of. The others were his father's models, ballet dancers from the opera, all sketched without their noticing.
He was pleased she looked at his work with a mature eye and not that of the usual teenage audience.
"The human form is a truely beautiful thing." He said placing his sketchbook in front of him and looking her in the eye. " The way the light and shadow catch its curves and angles, its softness. Clothes mask its beauty, restrict it." He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward on the bench. "You probably think I'm some kind of a pervert now, no?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:41 am
Is smiled and found the way he looked her in the eye caused her to flush again. She wasn't used to having someone looking her in the eye when they spoke. Usually she was the one to do so, and knew it made people nervous. Glancing down briefly, she willed herself to return his gaze.
"No, I don't. I agree that the human form is beautiful. I've just never attempted a nude before," she admitted with a small shrug. "But I can see how passionate you are with the way you use your shading techniques on their bodies."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:52 am
"As an artist you must try." He said holding her eyes with his. "It is a basic artform, like the still life." Giani gave a small shrug and pulled his eyes from her, allowing himself to look at her properly, Her curves neatly hidden behind her interesting outfit she was quite pretty.
"I could pose for you if they don't offer classes here." He said with a small shrug. "If you wanted that is." He wondered whether he should ask her to return the favour, but decided to see her reaction to his offer first.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:01 am
Israel was intrigued by his offer. Sora had offered, but only jokingly. Here was a fellow artist, sure she had met him ten minutes ago, but his offer was genuine and the slightly surrealness of it made her forget her problems as of late.
"You really would?" she asked, folding her arms in front of her and leaning on them on the table. "I don't think the school allows the art department to use nude models. But I'm not entirely sure," she said with a small shrug. "At least for my year they don't," she grinned.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:12 am
"Of course they don't." He said with an unamused snort. "They are much to caught up in the protocol of society. Restricted by their need to conform to 'propriety.' God forbid teenagers should actually admire one of the marvels of creation."
He shook his head and raised his eyes to meet hers again.
"I would be honoured to sit for you, though not having a studio does pose a bit of a problem." He seemed to muse over this thought for a few moments. "We could always uplight, in darkness, with lamps. That would create interesting effects and may suit your style." Running his hand through his hair he grinned. "Maybe, if you are not too uncomfortable with the thought you would be able to return the favour."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:30 am
The way he spoke made her laugh lightly. She listened to him as he mused on how to set up the lighting. When he ran his hand through his hair she watched his fingers run through his brassy locks, but his question drew her attention back to his eyes and blushed a little bit.
"Maybe," she replied smiling softly. "When would you like to do this?" she asked, absently playing with the black pastel.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:36 am
He smiled lightly at her question.
"You are the artist, the question is when are you inspired." He gave a small laugh and placed his sketchbook back in his bag.
"I can take my clothes off any time, but inspiration is a fickle muse." He raised his eyebrows again challenging her to make the decision. "As for where now that will prove more difficult. We have a lack of neutral ground."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:49 am
"True," she mused, thinking of somewhere where they could go. "We could get one of the art studios... but if one of the professors walked in... it might not be so pretty. There are the dorms...?" she offered, placing the pastels back into their box and slipping them into her bag. She picked up her book and looked down at her sketch, and the feelings that had spurred it crossed through her for a moment, before she flipped it closed and slipped it into her bag as well. "But that's hardly neutral ground," she said as an afterthought. She turned her eyes back to him and gave him a small smile. "Unless using one of our rooms really doesn't bother you," she shrugged.
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