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Post by Jay Winter on Jan 4, 2006 22:38:20 GMT -5
Jay leaned against the brick wall, her dark eyes following the cars pass. She kicked a stone onto the road, watching it get run over. Short life. She sighed, shoving her hands deeper in her pockets. It was dark, and luckily she was under a streetlight, or else she wouldn't be around this part of town this late at night.
To other people, no one would recognize her. Her hoodie was pulled up, half hiding her face, and casting the rest into shadow. What a lonely was to breathe the air, she thought. "An unlovely way to say you care," she whispered, half to herself.
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Post by Leon Rowing on Jan 28, 2006 14:01:37 GMT -5
James trudged down the sidewalk,his hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket.The bottoms of his faded blue jeans scrapped the concrete beneath his worn trainers.It was the only sound for what felt like miles.
A sketchbook was tucked beneath his arm, and a pencil shoved behind his ear.His black locks were as untidy as ever as his blazing green eyes scanned the street,watching the town pass. So many images--he wished he could collect them all and present them to the world.That was his passion--images.He wanted to replicate the world in a different light--show a side of things that people had never seen before....
He stopped some distance away from a girl in a hood,beneath a street light. The image inspired the teenage angst, represented in a phsyical form the immense amount of loneliness most kids struggle with.
He cracked open his sketchbook as a hand swept the pencil from behind his ear.He stood stock still as his fingers skated across the page..
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Post by Jay Winter on Jan 31, 2006 1:45:12 GMT -5
Jay's eyes flicked to one side, where a guy were sketching. She blinked, turning her attention back to the strret, and the cars just passing her by. As if she didn't exist. She sighed. Jay glanced back to the side, where the kid was still drawing. Could he be ... no - he wouldn't, would he?... Could it be possible he was drawing ... her? Jay rolled her eyes. stranger things had happened, she thought.
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Post by Leon Rowing on Jan 31, 2006 14:52:39 GMT -5
Leon settled down on the sidewalk. He realized that she had probably spotted him, but he couldn't tear himself away from the drawing.
He sketched as fast as he could, taking special care on the shading of the figure under the streetlight.
When he had a skeletal format laid out, he snapped his book closed.He could finish the rest from memory later.He raked a hand through his jet black locks and approached the girl--he figured he might as well introduce himself now that he had sketched her.
"Um,hi..."He said slowly with a small,quirky smile,"I'm--I'm Leon Rowing. I was just sketching you....So,yeah,I'm not a crazy stalker person or anything..."
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