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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Feb 2, 2011 14:42:44 GMT -5
Ever the same Just let me hold you while you're falling apart
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
Forever with you
The evening was slightly colder than normal, but it was something to get used to for having the perfect time to draw something. The colors of the sky were at a perfect color and Rowan wanted them to end up with the same coloring on her sketchpad. Her work was slow, but delicate as she worked with such ease and detail to every element of the page. Her brother often worried about her being out late by herself, but she warned him that he was being such a worrywart at times. She could take care of herself and avoid those who may cause trouble.
Who in their right mind would want to come to Central Park at this late in the evening? The sky was darkening soon enough to have the sun beyond the horizon, but the clouds and the rest of the sky was filled with pinks, blues, and purples to cover the sky with its beauty. She often came out here to draw the trees, but tonight she was drawing the trees with the evening sky hoping to get something that was worth something more than just a drawing of people walking around Central Park during the midday rush of people heading to their jobs.
With her hair down with a few clips in, to keep it out of her face, Rowan bent down to continue her drawing before she headed somewhere to enjoy the rest of the night. Maybe she would go to the movies or something. There were a few things she wanted to see, or maybe she would just stay the night at home and hang with her brother, Leif. Why her parents named him that, it was beyond her and why she was named after a tree. Maybe they wanted her to stick out.
Rowan often wondered where her parents got these strange ideas and names for things. For people who often didn’t have time for their kids they sure made it so they could stick out within the crowd with a name like Leif and Rowan. Sometimes she wished she got a name that was common to everyone else. But at this point it was too late and she didn’t feel like changing it. It made things like her stand out to let her work be known instead of a nobody.
The drawing was coming out beautifully as the last of the rays peaked through the trees of Central Park came out on the paper. With every little detail being shown to perfection. Rowan was just one of those people who liked her work to be perfect. No smears, scratches or small mistakes on it. She was just one of those kind of people who didn’t like people to see terrible work unless that was she was intended on showing it as. Her sketch was almost complete. It was probably a good thing with the wind picking up then. Things were starting to get out of hand, her things were starting to blow away, her hair flying into her face. It probably was best that she left right then, but she didn’t get up to leave until all of her things were packed. Even going after the ones that started to fly away.
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Feb 3, 2011 16:39:57 GMT -5
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Mal never missed an opportunity to watch the sun rise or set, no matter where he was or what he was doing. The play of colors on the horizon never grew old, because it was never the same. For him, the differences were even more profound, because he rarely remained in the same area from day to day. In over four hundred years of traveling, he had seen countless sunsets, and countless sunrises. Of course, there were always the occasional rainy, cloudy days, where the sun would be hidden by a veil of grey, but eventually, it always found it's way back. And he would be there, as always, to see it. It was as much habit as it was compulsion, for the beauty of the natural world often far outstripped mankind's attempts to improve it. Imposing limits on perfection was never the right way to go. Though the towering buildings of the city around him did have a sort of majestic glory, he would have preferred that they had never been erected in the first place. He disliked cities, annoyed at the way their tall structures took away the open sky that he loved so much. Would he be there, he wondered, when the end of civilization finally came, when the relics of the past were toped and men started anew once again? It would be a long time till then. Still, he'd survived this far by avoiding humans on a general basis, so maybe there was a chance after all.
He grimaced slightly, the thought making him wonder why, in fact, he was still in the city. It couldn't be from a sense of loneliness, could it? His entire life, he'd been alone, and never felt the urge to go back to a city after visiting it. Nor had he ever considered remaining in a city as long as he'd been here. Almost two weeks now, without straying away from the city proper once. And he'd hated almost every second of it. Of course, there were some perks. The liquor was cheap, or at least, cheaper than some places. Not that he really worried about money. The years had not been hard on him in that department. Besides, if there was something he really needed, he could usually just take it. Human security systems weren't good enough to catch him, and he never took anything expensive...
Mal shifted slightly on the bough of the tree, eyes still locked on the rapidly receding sunset through the branches. As the last bit of the glowing orb disappeared, he sighed. Soon, the colors would be lost as well. With a slight twist, he slipped out of the tree, his duster flowing behind him as he dropped, settling silently as his bare feet touched the ground. For once, he was reasonably well dressed, having forsaken his normal tee shirt and jeans for a black dress shirt, a white tie, and a pair of black slacks, all covered by his long, black leather duster. Only his feet seemed out of place, completely bare as they were. He liked being able to feel the ground beneath his feet, its tiny ridges and imperfections. For hours, he could run with nothing but his senses to guide him, even on harsh stone.
Straightening, he began to meander in a random direction, sticking to the paths of the park. It was getting late now, and he didn't run into anyone, the area having been deserted. Mal wandered aimlessly for only a few minutes, however, before his nose picked up a scent. It was human, obviously enough, he was still in New York... But what could they be doing here at this time? They probably wouldn't be comfortable... He followed the scent until his eyes lit upon a young woman, preoccupied by something in her hands. She was facing him, and had she looked up, she could have spotted him easily. Curious now, for no real reason, Mal walked over, his gait defenseless and open. "Good evening." he said softly, an old habit from his youth causing him to bow slightly. His native accent was consciously hidden. "What keeps a beautiful girl like you out on such a fine night?"
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Feb 5, 2011 0:05:52 GMT -5
Ever the same Just let me hold you while you're falling apart
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
Forever with you she had grabbed the last stray paper as she made it back to the bench she had been sitting upon. she carefully put each of the papers back into the canvas back to not let them get crinkled up while she walked back home. there was still night left, she could go do something by herself, but it probably wouldn't have been very fun alone. she had been finishing up her packing when she heard something.
"good evening. what keeps a beautiful girl like you out on such a fine night?"
she looked up to see to a man barefoot, but otherwise dressed like he had been at a fancy party or something. she looked him over for a few minutes before she said anything to him. the man must have been crazy to be running around new york in this cold barefoot no doubt. looking at her was dressed like she was going to stay out here for a while despite being the one that was always cold even if it was nice outside, just not in scorching temperatures.
"i'd have to ask the same thing of you, but rather because you're barefooted and i'm not." she didn't answer his question just yet. she had no idea who he was or what he wanted. she was very much content where she was and would have left had he not stopped her to chat for a little while. she couldn't help herself but consider the man to be quite handsome, in that tall, dark, and handsome way. he seemed like he would have a lot of women following him around or at least have arm candy upon him where ever he went.
"i was enjoying the sunset and the colors it brought out as it faded behind the horizon." [/b] she was just finishing up her packing when she spoke to him answering his question. she was better off alone at times, feeling the need to have some self preservation to be able to draw without any distractions. it was something she had accomplished by herself to make it look like she didn't need anyone to hold her back. the night itself was very temping to stay there and enjoy the silence that it brought and perhaps continue her drawing. she was sitting next to a lamp that stood behind the bench, she would have light and her eyes wouldn't have to be strained to see such fine lines from her pencil. though she couldn't say the same for the gentleman standing in front of her of what he was doing here. he seemed like he was lost or trying to run away from something judging by just looking at his bare feet. maybe he was some kind of secret agent who had to take his shoes to avoid detection. that was probably it. [/div] Forever in me [/center] |
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Feb 7, 2011 22:42:56 GMT -5
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He winced slightly as the first thing her eyes went to was his feet. Of course, he had neglected to think about that little detail. He never did, after all. With his... certain traits, namely, being a werewolf, he never noticed the cold. Not unless it was a certain amount below freezing. Not too long ago, for example, he had spent a certain amount of time in the Alps, and even there, he hadn't worn shoes. Then again, he'd spent most of the stretch as a wolf, so his feet had been somewhat protected. Right now, it was not cold enough to even begin to touch his nerves, but he supposed that she, being a human, was likely quite sensitive to the temperature. And that would most likely explain why she glanced at his feet. Hell, she probably thought that he was some sort of weirdo, somehow attired in a fancy shirt and shoes. Hell, it probably would have been more understandable if he had been wearing his customary jeans and tee shirt. At least that way, he would have been easily considered to be a bum. Bums were harmless, usually... The only problem would be the lack of filth encrusting his body. He disliked filth. The one thing he would ever willingly walk into a city for would be a warm bath. And he had, on occasion. He was always careful to stay clean, on most occasions. When he didn't have any hot water, he would make do with cold, though he had his...ways... He had gotten very adept at using natural materials to start fires, a talent that was, unfortunately, not very recognized in this day and age. It had its uses, especially with his transitory lifestyle.
Now, he was here, facing a human woman, looking like an absolute idiot. Not that he was overly concerned with how people saw him. He rarely stayed in their life long enough to make much of an impression on them. She seemed about ready to leave anyway. Perhaps she'd simply want to go on her way. Nor did he miss the way her eyes traced across him, sizing him up for some reason. How long had it been now, since someone looked at him like that? A few years, at least. Largely because he hadn't seen anybody else for a few years, not close enough or personal enough to size him up. But that was just his way, which is why he was confused as to his actual reason for being there. Still, she did seem to have a like mindset as him, as her enjoyment in sunsets was derived from the same colors that brought him so much pleasure. And that was probably why he had approached her. An artist after his own mind, and who seemed to think like him too, as she had arrived at the exact same conclusion about his feet. That he seemed damned odd to walk around without shoes.
Well, perhaps there was a way he could just...talk around it. He blinked slowly, stepping into the circle of light from the lamp, walking out of the shadows. His emerald eyes now clearly visible, his gaze flicked over her once. Unlike him, she was quite clearly dressed for the weather, in warm clothing. "True, I'm barefoot. Odd as that may seem, I assure you, I'm quite warm right now. The reasons behind that truth are varied and quite uninteresting, so suffice it to say that... I have a unique temperament for the elements." He sighed, not really happy with his explanation, but for the moment, he supposed it would have to do. "But I did notice you're an artist... Do you paint often?"
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