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 Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 6:23 am
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 •● ℒisa ℛozario ●• "Some people are artists, Some, themselves, are art." ⟡ Mood: Indifferent ⟡ Company: Noone ⟡ Location: The park What does an artist do in their free time? More art of course! That was literally Lisa's life in a nutshell, art and more art. Probably why she hadn't got herself doing much or making new friends. Well, she wasn't necessarily very outgoing either, but at some point, she'd have to stop or her house would be too full of canvas' and art work that she didn't need. She did sell a few to interested buyers in due time, giving her more free space to fill. This time she wasn't carrying her heavy canvas' though, just a fairly large sketchbook with almost a panorama sketch of the view she had from her seat, close to a Cherry Blossom tree. It wasn't long before she could hear a little noise, almost like plastic wheels scraped on the floor and it kept going. Usually, she'd have her headphones on with colors magically floating around her head like freshly squeezed paint from bottles. The colors still lingered around her though, she had misplaced her headphones so the obvious little sound was tugging on the bits of concentration she had. It could be a child, for all she knew, she didn't want to seem too mindful of it, although...her sketch. Setting down her pencil, the colors fading into tiny specks of glitter and blowing away with the wind, she would look over to the other side of the dark bark and notice the male in his hoodie, seated on his skateboard. Ah, so that was the source. She didn't want to seem like trouble, he seemed pretty lost in his thoughts. Maybe she could use a break from her sketching? Maybe. She stood up, dusting the dirt off her bottom and stretched her arms over her head, making sure she didn't give the other some unnecessary show of skin while she did. The sketchbook was free on the ground, there for everyone to see while she stretched her long legs a little. "Oof! I should avoid sitting for so long.." she would say to herself. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ LR || 24 || Springy || Single || Artist
⟡ o. o. c: Sorry if my opening post isn't all that great ; u ;
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 8:47 am
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Back and forth he rocked. At some point, he was mindlessly swaying to the music that played through his headphones. His head would nod slightly to the beat, but his legs were restless. He fiddled with the sleeve of his hoodie - a nervous tick. He was growing anxious just sitting under the blossom tree. Alexander would bite his bottom lip trying to best to calm himself down. To sit still. But his body simply wouldn't. It was a damn wonder how people could even meditate. He scratched at his wrist and rubbed his neck, cursing at himself. He probably looked like an addict the way he was jittering about the way he was. Maybe he should have stayed home... or went with his sister to meet their friends. That would've been better than trying to "fit in" by sitting still like all the others were at the bench.
What a weird thing to do as a past time.
A shadow from the corner of his eye quickly caught his attention. He didn't make anything of it at first, assuming it was just another child and went back to rocking back and forth on his skateboard. However, a figure had passed the corner of his eye and startled him. "s**t-!" He'd blurt out, moving practically bolting from his spot, only to find himself staring at a woman on the other side of the tree, stretching and muttering to herself. He pressed his lips together tight, tugging on his hoodie a lot more than he already had been before, then shoving them in his pocket in order to stop. He looked away somewhat embarrassed he let this woman scare him like this. It wasn't as if she was doing anything... she was just leisurely stretching. "... Jesus..." He'd mutter with a groan, grabbing his skateboard and backing away from her. Had she always been there? Should he leave now? He was probably a bother anyways. His music was probably too loud. His shuffling was probably an eyesore. The wheels on his skateboard were a little worn, they probably made a lot of noise against the tree roots. But - If he left now, would it be rude? Couldn't be... it wasn't like they were talking to each other anyways... she wouldn't care if he just left. He could just turn around now, and she wouldn't really care would she?
Alexander caught himself digging himself in a hole. He turned his back away from the woman, and gave himself a moment to calm himself the way he was told to.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
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Bank. $890.65 || Status. It's Complicated/Single || Outfit. Hoodie and Ripped Jeans
Ooc. It's okay! It was perfectly fine ^^ x x |
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 10:43 pm
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•● ℒisa ℛozario ●• "Some people are artists, Some, themselves, are art." ⟡ Mood: Indifferent ⟡ Company: Stranger ⟡ Location: The park Hearing his little exclamation, the woman would find herself startled too, flinching, she would glance over at the male to check if he was alright. He seemed as startled as she was, but he didn't seem to like the thought of it. Well, she didn't do it intentionally. Hearing him mutter again, her hazel hues shifted back to him, turning over to see him better as she could notice him inching away. It seemed that he figured that his little shifting around his skateboard was a tad bit bothersome, but he didn't have to leave. Did he want to be alone? Probably, maybe her presence there wasn't something he was hoping to have. She reached up and rubbed the back of her head, unintentionally undoing her messy up do and letting lose her long brown locks. Parting her painted lips to try and speak up, but what would she say? He didn't have to leave? What if he wanted to leave for a different reason? Either way, she rubbed the back of her head, taking a step closer to him, probably around his peripheral vision and shifted around, unsure of how she should be getting his attention. "I-I'm sorry if I startled you, I was a little tired of sitting for so long.. A-And didn't think there were people here.." she said, unsure if he even heard her, rubbing the back of her head lightly as she spoke. That wasn't so bad, now was it? ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ LR || 24 || Springy || Single || Artist
⟡ o. o. c: Thank you ;u;
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 11:27 pm
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She noticed. She noticed hadn't she? Of course she did, he saw her flinch. He pressed his lips together, digging his fist deeper into his pocket, the other holding on tight to his skateboard. Alex was slowly but surely creating distance between the two of them. He had taken notice of the sketchbook by her. Whether or not the drawing was done wasn't registering - he wasn't an artist after all. It did mean, however, he had interrupted something. All the more reason why to leave her alone right? He settled on the conclusion. He should go before he annoys her any further. Alexander took his time, controlling his anxiety before taking his first step forward to leave. But he heard a voice. Alexander glanced from the corner of his eye at the woman. No way she was talking to him right?
But it seems she had been.
He paused, only catching the last part of her sentence. Heaving a deep sigh, Alex turned around slowly, not yet making eye contact with her. His head was bowed like a little boy being reprimanded. "Sorry." Was that enough? It didn't feel like enough. He shuffled on his feet before slowly raising his head to look the woman in the eyes, "I uhh... I came here after you. So... I should've... y'know... checked or somethin'. My fault." That felt better. It felt more... concrete. Looking around a bit, Alex chewed at his bottom lip. "I'll go. I mean... don't wanna bother you, ya?" He'd say, glancing down at her sketchbook.
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Bank. $890.65 || Status. It's Complicated/Single || Outfit. Hoodie and Ripped Jeans
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 1:06 am
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•● ℒisa ℛozario ●• "Some people are artists, Some, themselves, are art." ⟡ Mood: Aapologetic, confused⟡ Company: Stranger ⟡ Location: The park Things haven't been this awkward with people before, or probably they have. She noticed how nervous he seemed too, watching how he was distance himself, while she couldn't really do much. Her eyes remained fixed on the taller individual, waiting for some reaction, maybe a reply? it wasn't necessarily asking for too much considering, right? Noticing him stop in his trail, she would look a tad bit confused, a little startled as he bowed. Why was he apologising? Sure he did disturb her a tad bit, but he didn't have to apologise for that, it was a park, things like this happened a little too often. The more he continued, the more she would feel guilty about it and would shake her head lightly, waving her hand before him almost like dismissing the apology. "No..no! Don't apologise!" she said, raising a hand to rub her head a little, this was indeed awakard. She looked back at him and her lips curled into a smile, her eyes following his when he suggested to leave. "No, you can stay, I mean, if you want to... I was just killing time... Nothing more." she chuckled lightly, exhaling lightly. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ LR || 24 || Springy || Single || Artist
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 3:53 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 7:02 pm
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This sure was getting complicated, wasn't it? The woman stared back at him with a lost look on her face, and Alex couldn't help but feel he was doing something wrong. Where was Zara when he needed her? If his sister were here, she'd sure clear up whatever it was that went wrong in this exchanged. He was at utter loss as to what to do next. She dismissed his apology, and told him he could stay. Of course he wanted to stay... he wouldn't have came to the tree if he didn't want to in the first place. But now things were getting weird between him and the brunette before him. So much so it was making him a little agitated. He wasn't annoyed with her, but with himself. He came out here hoping to avoid making s**t weird. But here he was... making s**t weird. Alexander pulled his hand out his pocket, covered his face, and muffled his irritated chuckle. Christ, he was annoying. At least the woman in front of him was finding the situation somewhat humorous, too. "God... sorry -" He'd apologize for laughing, but quickly realized he apologized after she told him not too. "Oh, ********, sorry man I-"
He apologized again...
Alexander decided it was best he just shut up. He lifted his free hand up, surrendering. He was growing tired of himself anyways. With caution, Alex stepped forward making his way back towards the woman and the tree. He slowly set the board down where he originally sat, his eyes peaking over at the sketchbook once more. It was a nice drawing... a talent he wished he had and substituted with photography instead. It was detailed... so much so, it drew his attention a lot more than he expected. Without much thought, he reached out for the sketch curiously, but stopped midway, quick to yank his hand away. "That's umm..." He cleared his throat, his green eyes darting upwards at the lady the sketch belonged to, "that's cool. The drawing. It take long? Y'know... to do - uh, draw?"
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Bank. $890.65 || Status. It's Complicated/Single || Outfit. Hoodie and Ripped Jeans
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 9:47 pm
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•● ℒisa ℛozario ●• "Some people are artists, Some, themselves, are art." ⟡ Mood: Aapologetic, confused⟡ Company: Stranger ⟡ Location: The park The woman wished she knew better abou how to handle these situations, things wouldn't have been so awkward then. She could notice him seem a tad bit frustrated, it might have made her think it was her fault, but it wasn't like she did anything...did she? But she kept her features still subtle, a slight smile still on her face which soon lightened into a slight chuckle when he would apologise again, a little louder now that he apologised again for apologising. Not to be rude and laughing at him, this was just getting a tad bit humorous. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, it's just... I couldn't help it..." she said to him, rubbing the back of her head lightly, passing a smile back to him. He should lighten up a little, she wanted to tell him that but would it be awkward if she did? He might get defensive if he got offended. The woman would watch him resume his place back close to the tree, she decided to stand though for a little bit, having been seated for so long wasn't necessarily helping her knees much and her back. She would look ahead at the park and the children around, probably looking for more inspiration to complete her artwork, but that would have to wait until she could sit again. Her attention quickly shifted when she noticed him reach for her sketchbook and yank his hand away. She would reach over and pick it up, dusting the dust it collected on the page it was resting at and handed it over to him. "Thank you.." she smiled, although it wasn't complete. It was a sketch of the park with children playing around, a few whose faces and everything were detailed and a few who were still in progress. It was just a study after all, she could leave it that way if she liked. "It doesn't take too long, I mean, I did have to practice to quicken my pace, but yeah.." she would say, squatting down to sit a little close to him but not too much to make him uncomfortable. "Do you draw? Or maybe you're into sports? Or...um..what are your hobbies?" she asked, resting her chin on her knee while she looked back at him, taking a moment to try and guess his interests until she decided it would be better if he answered. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ LR || 24 || Springy || Single || Artist
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 4:21 pm
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Carmen sighed inwardly, shifting her gaze over her shoulder to spot out the change gleaming back at her from beneath the water of the fountain. The many heads of president Lincoln seemed to wink at her as the ripples from the shuttering waters distorted their features. She hummed, her drink lowering from her lips and landing on the stone again. Tyrese had invited her to stay, but he was being a ditzy little turd all morning. Weirdo. The wolf rolled her eyes at the thought, dropping her fingers into the water until she heard her name. Her head turned, recognizing the voice before her eyes found the man as she smiled. "Why Mr Colton, we meet again." She cooed with a smirk, shaking off her wet hand and removing her shades. "Are you overdressed again, sir? At this point I'll have to steal you away and buy you some jeans myself." She couldn't help a small laugh after, clumping her shades onto the front of her shirt and raising a brow to the male.
Home: 1216 Pasadena
Task: N/A
Clothes/Vehicle: Cover Girl ||| Speedy
Money:--$$
Mood: Serene
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 8:08 pm
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She laughed at him, too. It wasn’t necessarily reassuring, but it was a lot better than being scolded or reprimanded. Alexander accepted the reaction and considered it a verbal Peace Treaty. However, it didn’t seem to make him feel any less anxious and awkward. It was just a trait that went down to the bone. By the way she smiled at him and reflected the same sense of discomfort he felt, it was pretty clear she wished she knew how to fix whatever it was that was making him this way. Ahh… if only she knew how awfully inadequate the man before her was at socializing.
Alex eventually found himself back to square one. Right under the tree at the roots, staring at the picture the woman was drawing before he had nearly jumped out his skin. She thanked him for the compliment, and he shrugged sheepishly. It was only the truth, right? It was an amazing landscape drawing. Even the people within the sketch had gone down by details. Alex was careful when taking the sketchbook from her. He was a bit afraid of damaging it should just finger sweep across the pencil markings. “Do you draw?” the woman asked and Alex scoffed. He could draw a pretty mean stick figure.
”Uhh… no.” He’d reply, eyes fixated on the picture, ”I uh… photography. Polaroids mainly.” Alexander would finally say, prying his eyes off the book and handing it to her. He sat back down on his skateboard, this time making sure not to rock back and forth and make any sound. ”Boxing… no other hobbies.” His life basically consisted of that. Polaroid photography, fist fighting, drinking, cooking and doing all the brainy-stuff his sister couldn’t figure out - maths, handyman things and whatnot. Nothing as fascinating as art - or, nothing fascinating to him in particular.
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Bank. $890.65 || Status. It's Complicated/Single || Outfit. Hoodie and Ripped Jeans
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 2:28 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 5:57 am
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•● ℒisa ℛozario ●• "Some people are artists, Some, themselves, are art." ⟡ Mood: confused, curious ⟡ Company: Stranger ⟡ Location: The park Lisa was glad she wasn't condemned for laughing at him, now that wouldn't be the best thing to happen. She would watch him though, watching as he inspected her drawing and would look eagerly at him for something more? Although, how he reacted was satisfactory enough, his scoff making her look back with a raised brow in response. Tilting her head lightly when he'd deny, only to find herself more amused and curious now about his hobby. "Really? I would like to see some if you've got any on hand.." she would say, smiling back at him with her eyes glistening. Anything to her was art, even photography. "Boxing? Wow..." she would say, whistling in amusement as she would sit back now, looking ahead at the grounds as children played. While she might have not been a big sports fan, Photography sure seemed to intrigue her. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ LR || 24 || Springy || Single || Artist
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 10:53 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 7:26 pm
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Carmen nodded her firm agreement to Felix's retort, as if agreeing to a deal as she wrinkled her nose. "You can't have any real fun on your vacation in a suit, don't you think?" She reasoned softly, tucking her legs to one side and grabbing half her sandwich. "Always having to be worried about getting it dirty and all." She tinkled on as he removed eye contact, humming to herself and turning her gaze on nothing in particular. Biting into her sandwich, she let the silence continue a bit further. Damn her brother even made a sandwich taste good. Eff him, trying to get her fat with that restaurant of his. Food was a good way to persuade her into giving his daughter ballet lessons. Was she supposed to start this Sunday? Ugh. The wolf swallowed with a thoughtful c**k of her head. "Anyway, I'm sure we'd just have to find the right cut of jeans for you. You work out, so I doubt you're worried about your love handles showing." She snickered to herself, mostly, finishing her lunch and cleaning up for the next activity. "Oh! Um- Were you on your way somewhere? We could always schedule an appointment for these shenanigans of mine."
Home: 1216 Pasadena
Task: N/A
Clothes/Vehicle: Cover Girl ||| Speedy
Money:--$$
Mood: Serene
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