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Tap. Tap. Tap. Damien's head snapped up when he saw Henry messing around. "Henry,"His disapproving tone rang clear. "Stop it. You told me you would keep still. I need you to stay still." His mouth was set in a straight and grim line. "You shouldn't have agreed to be my model if you wouldn't be still." Sighing he got off his stool and sat next to his brother,"I'll buy you a coke after school if you stay still."
Henry groaned and stopped his insistent drumming of his fingers against the table top. "Alright. Alright. Fine....." He frowned slightly and it wasn't long before he started to chew his lip. "So why couldn't you just have like looked in a mirror or something? I mean we are identical." He muttered, "Or better yet! A photo. Photos are good. You stay still for a second. Take the picture, and done." As he had been talking his leg started to bounce, his knee tapping up and down without him even realizing it. "And I do want a coke." He muttered feeling very much like some sort of spoiled kid being scolded. Groaning he ran a hand through his hair before nodding. "Alright. Alright. I'll stay still. Well I'll stay as still as I can." He muttered that last sentence almost hoping that Damien wouldn't hear it. While he would try to stay still....Henry knew that it would be an impossible kind of challenge.
((I'm here.=) ))Alexandria happened to go here for her free period.Might as well get better at art.Plus,it was a way for her to calm down.The incident at the mall dampened her spirts. It somewhat broke her. A sign was that her eyes were puffy and somewhat red looking,which made her purple eyes look sad. Taking a piece of paper and sitting down,she started to draw,deciding it would be a self portrait. She wasn't the best at drawing,but she knew it would calm her down. Alex needed to soother her nerves.After all,she had theater class next,and she didn't want to look like someone who had been crying her eyes out.Or crazy,for that matter.
((sorry,it's not the best post i've ever written.=3 ))
As Damien was restarting his painting, he heard a few sniffled from the door. Looking up, about to reprimand Henry again he saw a girl with a tear stained face. While he did need to go back to painting he couldn't with the girl looking so sad. And if he didn't do anything his nana would be disappointed and he wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. As he got up he locked eyes with Henry and gave a slight nod. Taking a seat next to the girl he offered her a small smile. "Hello, Ms? I'm Damien Hampton. I couldn't help but notice that you look upset. Such a pretty girl shouldn't have been crying."
((<3 I like him already. I want to rp them more often))Just as Alex was about to finish drawing her face,someone's voice jarred her out of it. A nice one, in fact. If it had been that guy before she would have been on him like rust on a nail,so to speak. She looked up,and saw a boy. He seemed familar,maybe. Alexandria couldn't put a name to his face,then she heard it. Her purple eyes were still a bit puffy,and her hair looked darker with the lighting in the room. It made her look sader than usual. But she was just called pretty by someone she barely knew. Go figure. "Thanks for noticing." Alex replied,then sniffled. "Something happend earlier,that's why i'm crying. It was stupid,and my fault on top of it. That's even worse. I did it." She sniffled,then rubbed her eyes. This was sad,even for her.
Henry tensed at the sight of a crying girl and he didn't know what to do. He was bad with teary girls. Watching his twin he just decided to stay silent in the background, after all Damien would be perfectly fine with being able to comfort the girl who was so obviously crying. Biting his lip he looked over at the girl and his brother and then sighed feeling bored. After awhile he stood and then started to shift and walk about, as he headed for one of the windows looking out of it and down at the people in the courtyard below.
Damien got some tissues and went back to sitting down next to her. Leaning over he gently wiped away her tears. "Do you want to talk about it?" He smiled encouragingly at her," And if this is about a boy? Well then he doesn't deserve your tears." Patting her hand gently he looked over her shoulder to see her her self portrait. It wasn't the best but it was still good. Taking her hand gently he got her to stand,"Listen my brother needs a break from being my model,"He gestured to Henry who was moving around. "Would you do me the honors of being my model for now?" He bowed to his waist with a smile, kissing her hand, he tried to make her smile of laugh. "And would you also do me the honors of giving me your beautiful name Ms?"
Alex only nodded,letting him wipe tears away."Yeah,but i'm not sure if it's really important now. I just made a fool out of myself in front of a stanger,that's all." For some reason,she laughed.And she didn't know why."But it doesn't happen often though." Then she broke out in a shy smile.It was all she could muster at the moment.And she really was shy at the moment."I would be honored to be your'e model.And yes,i'll give you my name." Alex,Alexandria,...Adrian? Which one should I give? "It's Alexandria,but you can call me Alex." A small blush tinged her cheeks,realizing he kissed her hand.
Damien gave her a wide smile when she agreed, one he doesn't usually give but he'll cheer her up no matter the cost. "Why thank you Ms.Alexandria. If you don't mind I rather call you by your full name, it's so beautiful,"He told her softly as if sharing a secret. His southern accent obvious as he spoke to her. Not letting go of her hand he gently took her over to the stool in front of his station. "If you will just sit here? I will do my best and paint you. However no amount of talent can ever capture your complete beauty." Smiling as she blushed he put a hand on her cheek and looked her in the eyes. "And here I thought you couldn't get more beautiful. I was wrong." Dropping his hand he smiled at her and went to sit in his own seat and began painting.
((May i just say i might love this charrie.Even though he isn't in love with her.e.e (view spoiler) ) Alex became a shy,blushing girl at the moment he called her by her full name. She was the one who was a very good expreser of feelings,and this could only mean she was flattered or shy or both. This guy's manners were just amazing to her.He was like the mall guy's opposite. A lot of people's opposite."Thanks." Alex murmured. She knew he was a southern boy when he first spoke,but it showed more now. In addition to that,she didn't care that he was being this comforting to her because he was raised that way.She throughly enjpyed it,even more so when she was led to the stool,not told to walk over to it. She murmured."Thanks,really.I-I mean thanks.",while getting up on the stool. Damn. She was becoming,well,flattered a bit too much that she ever had in the past.So that meant she stumbled over her words a bit. When he went right near her and looked in her eyes,saying what he said,she felt as if her heart could do backflips.In a good way. That pushed her over her emotionally good edge. For some reason,she whispered to herself,hands folded in her lap."Why are you being so nice to me?",even though she knew the answear to that question."I get so much attention,but i don't deserve it.I have purple eyes for Pete's sake."
((We'll see ;))Hearing her question only made Damien smile softly. "Why?" He cocked his head. "I can't stand to see such a pretty girl cry. Especially over some jackass." He glanced over to her and smiled softly," Everyone deserves to be happy. It seems to me that you've had much trouble going on before because of those pretty eyes of your's. You shouldn't put yourself down,"He sighed softly. "God gave you those eyes for a reason whether you think so or not." Putting hi brush down he got up and walked until he was right behind her. Gently touching her hair he was quiet for a few moments. "People will always be jealous of those who are more special." He turned her head slightly to look at him,"And you Ms. Alexandria are very special. You have been blessed with such soft and long hair as well as beautiful eyes. Don't let a few rude people get you down." Taking her hand he led her to a mirror on the wall. Still standing behind her, he easily towered over her. "Mirror mirror on the wall,"He started, whispering softly in her ear. "Who is the fairest of them all?" Gently he angled the mirror so she would see her own reflection.
(view spoiler) Sorry about the longish wait.I had such a great post and it got deleted! =/ This is close to it.))At that,with her hands folded,she replied:"I'm not that pretty.You keep saying it,but i'm not.And the fight,even if you can classify it as a fight,was with someone i'll likely never see again." Sighing,Alex continued."I guess your'e right.And i have had trouble before.Putting myself down won't help.I got my eyes for a reason." She wasn't just saying what he wanted to here.It was the truth.Usually,she wouldn't give out the truth that easily,but now was differnt.She had a fluttery feeling in her stomach that wouldn't go away all the time they had been together. When he came behind Alex,she felt herself gasp even though she saw him come around.And when he touched her hair,that feeling changed to a tingled feeling on her skin. It felt like her feelings were lieing to her,but they felt so right."You've got it right with that one." Alex replied,but almost somberly.She felt as if she stuck out like a sore thumb.Purple eyes.Whoever saw such a thing? Hair that changed color with light.Just plain wierd.Those were just some of the things she had heard about her."Special might describe me,and i think your'e right.And i'll try to remeber that." The tingly feeling grew stronger as he led her over to a mirror,hand in hand.Strange.Even a bit more strange,he started whispering in her ear,something from Snow White.It had been a while,but she wasn't so sure.Alex was only sure of her ear tingling from his breath.
For a few moments she stared at herself.Alexandria Romani Favon,daughter out of an affair.One person admired and ridiculed at the same time.Royal purple eyes,light changing hair,and freckles.She was starting to belive she was pretty.Beautful.Differnt.Herself.All thanks to Damian.Her mother told her before she was pretty,but that's a thing all mother's say to there daughters in her mind.Alex never really believed it.With a little nudge from someone,she did.Finally.
Her answear was,in a whisper,"Me.I am."
((I should be one of the narrator people in cartoons xD))x Soon After
As soon as Ricardo arrived to his next class, he dropped gareth's hands. He took deep breathes of the paint fumes that tangled in the air ( it might now seem healthy, but still. It was relaxing to him ). Ricardo excitedly walked into art and sat at a table near the back of the room. The far ends of the room were always his favorite; never liking the attention as most students recieved when sitting more up front. Ricardo liked drawing in peace, and silence. It took a lot for him to concentrate, often getting distracted everytime a new topic of his interest popped up. Taking a coupe of blank sheets from the pile that lied on everyone's table, he handed half the stack to Gareth. "So do you like drawing?" he asked Gareth, keeping his focus on the paper and tapping the eraser end of his pencil on his bottom lip in thought.
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Walking with Ricardo to the art room, his hand in his made Gareth happier than he has been in a while. It was nice. It was different. Gareth liked different. A lot. He sort of wished Ric didn't let go of his hand, but there would be other time for that, hopefully. The art room was nice, but Gareth wasn't that much of an artist. He was better at writing than he was in drawing; he wasn't much of an artist at all or much of a writer either. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure what he was good at other than making friends; his brows knit together in a slight frown at that, but he shrugged it off since it wasn't too big of a deal. Every one had different strengths, and his wasn't in drawing. "I draw, but my drawing skills are pretty much nonexistent," he mumbled with a nervous grin. "How about you? Do you draw?"
Ricardo laughed and cocked his head at Gareth. "Yeah, I draw," he said simply and glanced up at Gareth. Ricardo rubbed the back of his head, wanting to ask him a question. But he felt his tongue practically numbing and the words flying freely absentmindedly. "How would you like to be my muse?" he rushed on. It's been days since Ricardo has ever drawn something new, and he thought a portrait would be best to grow his inspiration. And hopefully overcome his current artistic block. Only realizing what he just asked him he glanced back down at his paper, trying to reconsider his choice of words. "I mean, if you don't want to."
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"You'll be perfect, I promise."If he didn't know any better, Ricardo would have mistaken Gareth to be a bit sick. But he knew well enough he was blushing. He tried his best to fought back a grin, but could not contain himself. "It's simple, really. I know posing can be a bit uncomfortable since you would have to stay in that pose for awhile. So just act normal Garry, do what you're doing while I'll draw." Ricardo turned his chair towards Gareth, and placed the large paper on the easel that was beside him. His eyes scanned over his appearance, deciding to take this small opportunity while he was still flushed. Ricardo poked Gareth's cheek and frowned a bit, "Are you sure you're up for it? You seem a bit nervous."
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Ricardo laughed as his fingers quickly retreated from his teeth. "It's fine Garry," he reassured placing his pencil on the easel. "You don't have to be in a specific pose, just turn away from he so I can see the side of your face. Do something, anything. And just pretend I'm not here staring you down like a freak. 'Kay, cher?" Another warm and confident smile arrived before he faced his attention to the easel. His teeth bit down on his lower lip in concentration before looking back at Gareth for a short moment. Ricardo picked up the pencil that was once waiting for him to begin. What was about to become a portrait now appeared as simple lines, triangles and circles - a rough sketch. Drawing something that he has seen often never really took him long. Most of the duration mostly took on editing and improving lines and shading.
@EmilyDamien smiled when she finally saw what he was trying to convince her off. Ignoring the newcomers in the room he bowed once more to her and offered a hand. "Well my fair lady? Well you do my the honor of dancing with me?" Leaning he smiled pleasantly,"However I do warn you I'm not a good dancer,"He lied trying to encourage her. Actually he was a fantastic dancer. Frequently he would dance with his nana at their house. She always told him he had a way with women. Getting it out of his head he looked straight into her eyes,"Now please don't reject me and make me look like a fool Ms. Alexandria,"He teased her.
@Kit ((Thnxs.))
Alex's blush appeared again,despite everything. She tried to nod,but it wouldn't come. No one ever made her such a nervous and shy wreak."Well,It would be nice,yet kind of odd to dance here." Alex just smirked shyly at what he said next,letting her smile do the talking at that point.She didn't really know how to dance,only act.Though she learned a little bit. When he looked right at her,she spoke."Of course i'll dance with you.Even though it is in here.Anywhere is fine with me,really." Alex put her hand in his and waited."Well?" she asked,smiling.
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((for what?))Damien took her hand in his and put both her hands around his neck, putting her on his toes since she was very short compared to him and she wasn't very heavy. Putting his own hands at her waist he began to slowly sway with her until he was sure she was having fun. Then he took one of her hands in his and put the other on his shoulder as his free hand went to her waist. From there he ld her in an actual dance.
((Don't worry mine is too))
((For remembering to post here.(view spoiler) ))At this point,Alex was blushing as red as a tomato.This never really happend before at all. She had never been this to a boy before. What was happening now seemed unreal to her. He was just too darn nice to her. No one she knew besides family members were this nice and caring towards her. To put it one sentence,Alexandria was over the moon right now. And she never danced before with a guy.It was a plus and a minues.
((It's fine.=) ))
@ Emily & Kit:Meanwhile....Henry was just kind of leaning against the windowsill and watching his brother flirt with the girl. Alexandria. Ria. Xandra. Alex, not to be confused with the Alex. Either way, this girl was rather flustered by his brother and he couldn't help but smile. Walking over he cleared his throat slightly, just enough to be heard, but not enough to be considered rude and impolite. "Xavier? I would hate to take away from the beautiful present company you find yourself in," there he was obviously referring to Alexandria, "But I was wondering if I could take my leave? After all you've found a far more interesting and lovely creature to capture in one of your paintings or drawings." He smiled at Alexandria before turning to his brother waiting for his brother's confirmation. To anyone inexperienced in the ways of the Hampton brothers, it might appear that Henry was attempting to steal away Alexandria. That wasn't the case though, Henry was merely being nice, not at all flirty.
((Haha no problem.))Dancing was something Damien enjoyed doing so he wasn't aware of anything else but his partner until Henry spoke. Leading her to a slow stop he took Alexandria's hand and led her to Henry. "Ms. Alexandria I would like you to meet my twin, Henry." He nodded at him,"Yeah it's fine but you have to come back with me to finish my portrait either after school or tomorrow. To get your coke to,"He added.
((@Jay we have to rp them alone next time! Damien can't resist a sad girl haha))
(((view spoiler) ))Alex had toned down her shy nature a bit at the dance was done. What was there to be nervous about? Just because he was a guy made no difference,right? By how she acted,Alex was wrong about that. Way off. "Nice to meet you Henry." Alexandria replyed with a smile."Your'e brother has been a complete gentlemen." She nudged Damian,just because. "He was just so,so nice to me." Alex got a smirk on her face right then at the mention of at portrait. "You were doing a portrait? Nice." She said to Henry,then turned to Damian. "Is mine done? " Alex asked,all sweetness.
((What other girl?))"Well it's my portrait,"Damien explained to her. "But it's much easier to just have my brother in front of me than a picture." Nodding he led her over to his station and showed her the painting. "What do you think?" He asked softly. "It still has to dry but...." When it came to his art he was always a bit nervous about it. I mean he wants a good job but some artists don't get good money unless there fantastic at it.
Henry laughed and shook his head, "Uh huh. See you around, Damien." Smiling at the girl he nodded, "Nice to meet you as well." With that though he turned and left, after all he thought his brother was a good painter. Good, but his brother wasn't a Pablo Picasso or Vincent Van Gough. No offense to Damien, but one couldn't be blessed with good looks, athletic ability, charming nature, and superb creative skills.
((The girl you're rping him with next =3 ))"It's understandtable." Alex replied,her purple eyes sparkling. "You just met me." she said with a small laugh,then looked at the painting. Almost everything about her was corecct in this painting except for a few smudges here and there. Her eyes were a bit brighter,and her hair looked a dark gold color.And her expression was one with a shy smile,which made the painitng all more beautiful. And the backgroud was the studio itself. In a word,it was breathtaking. Alex turned to him,and smiled."It's a wonderful painting Damien. Not bad at all." As his brother said bye,so did she. "And it's been nice to meet you too Henry." Then she turned to Damien. And she as was curious about something all this time that wouldn't leave her."Why are you this nice to me? I may have asked before,but i never got an answer." Alex asked with a somewhat raised voice.Then she toned it down a bit."You made me feel beautiful and you cheered me up so,so much." Her soft voice was tinged with gratefullness."Damien,you seem too good to be true."
"Because you're such a beautiful and young girl. You don't deserve to be brought to tears over some guy." Damien smiled and handed her the painting. "Here it's your's,"He smiled as the bell rang. "Well then Ms Alexandria I must be taking my leave,"Getting his backpack he ran his hand through her his hair. "i look forward to seeing you again,"He told her softly, kissing her hand one time before leaving.
"Well,that is true." Alex replied,with a small blush and took the painting in her hands.She started at it until the bell blew threw her reverie."Ok." she replied,shuffling her feet. It was moments like this that made her gratefull that she wasn't well known."So am i." Alex added. This guy swept her off her feet in the matter of minutes. A new record that she didn't want anyone to break. Her hand tingled with his touch as she left the room with her painting. A huge smile adorned her face and a warm feeling filled her.She felt beautiful.She felt like herself. And he gave her that push. Only if another push could make them closer.
Damien Hampton,thank you.
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Gareth nodded his head and looked down at the paper before him. He picked up a pencil to start drawing something himself but nothing came to mind because he wasn't very clever when it came to drawing. So he decided he would take this chance to get to know Ric a little better. "So Ricky, when did you start drawing?" he asked, smiling a little when he called him Ricky. It was kind of fun; Gareth liked this whole nickname thing, made him feel a little closer to Ric already. "How long have you been drawing? Just wondering, you don't have to answer," he quickly added a little nervously. It was different talking to Ric because well Ric was different from most of the other people in his life. But it was a good different.
Gareth did his best to sit still because he was sure it would bother Ric if he moved around too much--he wasn't sure, he was simply assuming this. So he sat as still as possible while staring down at the blank paper in front of him, pencil in hand but nothing in mind. Well not nothing, just nothing all that great to draw, so he finally put the pencil to the paper and began writing instead. He would cross things out or erase all the while doing his best not to move around too much. He looked a bit stiff, but he was just a smidge nervous about this--more than a smidge but it was better not to think about it.
@Star:The pools of hazels seemed to sparkle happily when Gareth posed him this question. Memories flashed, scenes disconnected as he tried his best to remember the particular scene. Normally he would not forget something so life changing but the talent came so naturally he never knew it until someone recognized his talent. But art gave him a sense of purpose; before he did not have such a passion that he could relate to his classmates back in grade school in New Orleans. Albeit now, Ricardo felt as if he fit in a bit more. Delicately, the side of his number two pencil brushed over the figure he drew - which would turn out to be the shading of the light on his skin. A black and white portrait. When it came to this kind of art, Ricardo was not a fan of coloring unless it was digital artwork. Then that was entirely different.
The pencil then pressed its tip near what would be Gareth's eye area and darkened the lashes. Pausing, Ricardo took this moment to absorb his artwork and the actual Gareth. "It was here in Salem actually. Since I didn't enroll here in freshman year, it was sophomore year when I found out I liked to draw." He tapped the eraser end on his bottom lip in thought as the memory slowly began to form in his mind. "I would come here during lunch when I didn't feel like it, and eventually I started coming here nearly all the time. It happened like that I suppose, I was pretty psyched about it too." For a brief moment he looked at the portrait once more. Ricardo was always the perfectionist when it came to his drawing - he would make sure every single detail was correct and exact. This piece looked wonderful, and his smile eased into a sense of satisfaction. This masterpiece appeared just like Gareth, but mostly revealed the top half of his body: The slight shaginess aspect on his dark hair, the long and straight nose, softly defined facial features, and his eyes that almost always appeared warm and full of excited. As if everyday was some sort of an adventure. For just a portrait in a minimal amount of time, it was rather detailed; down until the point you seen the small inscription of his tattoos in several places.
"I'm finished," he announced and stared breathlessly at the picture. "Would you. . .like to see it?" he asked feeling a little less confident than he was before. Shit, what if he didn't like it. A light blush coated his cheeks and his fingers worked through the dark curls of his hair. This was the first time he ever asked a member of Salem High to draw, and it made him feel a little jittery. "If you don't like it I could draw it again if you'd like." His gaze shifted back to Garry and his blush deepened, "Nevermind it's terrible."
Oh sweet lord, I might as well die now, he thought. Ricardo really, desperately wanted Gareth to like it, and he was all the more willing rip the picture in half and draw it over again.
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As cheesy as it sounded, Ricardo made Gareth feel warm and fuzzy inside, a feeling that was missing in his current relationship. Perhaps it was because Ricardo was new to him that all else felt dull, he wasn't quite sure. Much like a child, he always liked new toys, but he didn't want to think of Ric as a toy but his brain was going down that path anyways.
But seeing someone as a toy didn't have to have a bad connotation to it, did it? Ric was simply something new and shiny that Gareth could play with, and he was the sort that always cherished all his toys.
'What a strange internal conversation...', he thought to himself, his brows finally knot together at the workings of his mind. 'I should quit while I'm ahead.'
Looking over when Ricardo finally told him he was done with the drawing, Gareth grinned from ear to ear as excitement shone in his eyes--he couldn't wait to see it. "Do you still come in here during lunch? Maybe I could join you and take some art lessons from you. It would help my nonexistent skills," he chuckled, though he meant what he said. It would mean more time with Ric, more time to bond and hopefully lead to something beautiful. "Or you could give me art lessons outside of school. As long as you want to." He shrugged, not wanting to force something onto Ric. Though he quickly nodded his head as his eyes shifted to the paper that held Ric's portrait of Gareth.
He wasn't much to look at so Gareth was a little nervous how it turned out, not because he doubted Ric's skills, but because he wasn't much to look at so it must have been boring to draw someone like him.
"I would love to see it," he replied with a gentle and genuine smile on his lips.
"Yes I still do. I'd love it if you'd join me," he said sincerely, his nervous doubts subsiding so he can answer his friend in a coherent sentence. Ricardo would often travel straight to the art studio after the bell rung to draw - normally attending on his own. Tomorrow would be the first time he would be in the art studio with another person besides the art teacher who would watch him draw, or give him tips and new methods once in awhile. And tomorrow would also be the first time ever experienced tutoring someone in art - in any subject for that matter. At first Gareth's smile threw him off; it seemed different and more exclusively designed than his other smiles. The small gesture brought him warmth and confidence, then he looked back at the picture. I should have drawn him showing his teeth, he thought resignedly. Ricardo picked up the thin canvas and turned it around so Gareth could study it. Attempting to squeeze his eyes shut, Ricardo wondered if Garry was one of those people who could smell emotions. He rather hoped he did not possess that kind of sixth sense.
Other than that, his wondered what other skills Gareth was capable of. Usually throughout the semester, he would sometimes find Garry scribbling down something on any piece of paper he could get his hands on. But Ricardo did not know the specifics. Was he a writer? Gareth mentioned his lack of visual arts so he definately was not a designer or artist. Did he critique books? Maybe even wrote recipes?
There were endless ultimatums he could chose from. Maybe he would ask him at lunch tomorrow.
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"It's beautiful," he finally said, realizing he hasn't spoken a word for at least over a minute. Then again, he was too busy admiring what Ricardo had drawn to say anything at first. "More beautiful than I am. You're gifted. Like seriously, Ricky, you have a lot of talent there. Are you thinking about being an artist as a career?" He asked, no longer looking at the piece of art but more at the artist with that smile reserved only for him.
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He blinked surprised, his eyebrows knitted as if to say, really?Ricardo opened his mouth to call him a liar, but when he looked him over, he realized he was actually telling the truth. His mouth closed, at a lost for words for a moment. Honestly, he hated flattery, it embarassed him to a whole knew level no one in Salem really knew about. Ricardo rubbed his jaw nervously, "I just drew what I saw," he replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. His words came out more smoothly than the jumbled mess that was twisting in his mind.
"I might. It seems to be the only thing I'm interested in actually," he admitted, grinning sheepishly. Ricardo always wanted to attend a university based soully on art and design. But the problem is, they were all too far from home and too expensive. Ricardo's mother already worked double shifts on some nights when she can, and Ric would never feel comfortable if he had to leave her all by herself just to attend school.
"You can keep it, it's yours," he suggested smiling wider.
(( Ha, it's okay :3It's not that bad, don't worry.
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Gareth simply smiled at Ricardo. Finally talking to Ricardo this morning was surely paying off, he just couldn't be any happier right in that moment there in the art room with Ric. "I think you'll be a great artist, not that you aren't already," he chuckled softly. "One day everyone will know your name and wish they could have one of your masterpieces in their homes." Sitting back, Gareth nodded his head as if he wholly believed in what he was saying, and he did believe it. If Ric kept at it, Gareth couldn't help but imagine Ric leading a great and wonderful life. Then again, he always hoped for the best for everyone he knew.
"Really? I can keep it?" He asked, reaching out to hold it in his own hands. He was scared he would ruin it though so he was slightly hesitant in taking it into his own hands. "I already get my own Ricardo original. Perhaps you should sign it so that when you get famous I can go around bragging that I was one of the lucky few who got one of your earlier works of art." Gareth grinned on over at Ric.
(( :33 ))Pulling up a chair, Ricardo seated himself in the space next to Gareth. "Thanks Garry, but I don't think I want to be famous," he said with a smile adorning his face. He uncapped his ink pen and scrawled his surname in a neat print. The pen clicked as he recapped his pen; which currently rested tucked behind his ear. The legs of the chair titled ack and Ricardo dropped more of his wait into it, rocking back and forth slightly. His hads rested behind his head casually, eyes lost in his own thoughts. "So what can you do, Garry? I always wanted to know," he asked curiously.
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Geez, it's so short ^ - ^;
I'll try to write more next time))
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Gareth grinned when Ricardo signed the drawing, making it look complete. He took it kept it in front of him, placing it over the piece of paper that was covered in words, most of it hard to read since Gareth's handwriting was worse than chicken scratch, but somehow he was able to read it. At Ricardo's question, he shrugged and looked over at him. "Um I don't know, I'm not really good at anything in particular," he replied truthfully. Everyone was on his back on what he was going to do with his future, but Gareth didn't want to think that far ahead yet in all honesty. He knows he should, but he just couldn't even figure out what he enjoyed doing right now, since it pretty much changed daily. Though he was really good at pulling pranks, it wasn't exactly a career choice. "Um...I can speak German pretty well...and Russian." He shrugged, feeling inferior to Ric now.
(( Alright :33 Where shall we go after? I'll post last ^ - ^ ))
Ricardo raised his eyebrows, not believing the string of words that tumbled out of Gareth's mouth. Then what was it he wrote everyday, besides class notes obviously. A teasing smile formed on his face and his finger reached over to tap the top of the painting. "I think there's something else you're not telling me. Unless what you were writing there was in German or Russian," Ricardo pointed out in hopes Gareth will lift up the painting and show him what it was. He then sigh resignedly, removed his finger and shrugged melodramatically, "A shame, really. I was really feeling a thing between us here." Momentarily cutting off their conversation, the bell released a shrill ring throughout the classroom. Students shuffled, stuffing crumbled paper in their backpacks and picking up their artwork they have created throughout the period. Ricardo picked up his backpack and slung it on his shoulder.
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((I would say the outdoor eating area? They seperate and don't see each other until later there I suppose. Is that good? Or...I don't know what else.))
http://www.ideashomedesign.net/wp-con...
A sense of what it looks like, but it's larger with different types of desks and lightning arrangements for your personal preferences.