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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on Mar 20, 2012 20:44:24 GMT -5
Cora was hanging out by the river, with her notebook and pen and was just basking in the glow of the sunlight, trying to catch some rays.
It was a bright day, but just on the horizon, storm clouds were moving in, so she was determined to enjoy the few hours she had left before the clouds completely came.
She was sketching the river, as best she could. Talent for drawing, she had it. Skill? Sure. But that only takes one so far and she had never been a pupil, which is why she'd never be as good as she could one day be.
Not that it'd be easy to be a pupil. After all, it's not exactly an unknown fact that she's mute and thus really never excelled in classes, despite having the brains to do so.
Not that it mattered, because she had accepted her muteness. After all, she was pretty awesome. A shadow fell across her work. Now who could that be?
(ooc. it's been awhile since I used cora. she used to post w/ stellan a lot, if you needed reminders...)
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on Mar 26, 2012 20:01:42 GMT -5
(ooc. Yeah, this is a very very old character... I don't even know where this skin is from...)
Stellan was walking quietly along the river edge, humming gently to himself. It was his day off and the weather was too nice to hole up somewhere, plus he couldn't think of anyone he wanted to talk to. Not really at least. Or that's what he told himself.
He noticed a familiar figure down the river a little, he kept his pace, and walked up to look over her shoulder.
When she looked up, Stellan smiled at Cora when she looked up.
"Hey there," he said, "Mind if I sit?"
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on Mar 27, 2012 21:17:27 GMT -5
She patted the earth next to her. Of course he could, what else would she possibly say to a person who regularly socialized with her? No? Why, she'd never say that. Besides, company was pleasant. Once he had sat down, she took his hand and began to draw on it. Did she ask his permission? No? Was the ink very easy to get off your hands? More or less. Besides, how was she to ask? She focused very intently on her work, drawing the lines as carefully and as gently as she could, while still trying to not smudge them so that they appeared their best. It took her awhile and her neck ached slightly from bending over, but she finished. (ooc. Obviously his hand drawing isn't a tattoo like this one is and probably doesn't have as many extra details as this one does, but the idea is the same: www.tattoostudiofinder.info/images/hand19.jpg) |
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on Apr 2, 2012 9:45:04 GMT -5
Stellan looked over the view as she worked, knowing it would be hard to see his hand, and possible be non-verbally told off for watching... you never knew with her.
When she did finish he looked over it and smiled at her.
(ooc. the image isn't working)
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on Apr 3, 2012 20:33:47 GMT -5
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on Apr 4, 2012 21:05:25 GMT -5
"I like it," he said, admiring it.
He smiled again. (If he did say so his self, his smile was quite dashing.)
"Thank you."
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on Apr 5, 2012 13:10:20 GMT -5
Of course he thought his smile was dashing. After all, he apparently didn't realize his nose was much more regal. Not that anyone ever really spent any time ever looking at noses. But still.
She smiled and went back to sketching the river for a moment, before turning to the next page of her book and writing "What brings you out here, my dear sir?"
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on Apr 6, 2012 22:26:02 GMT -5
Well... His nose was a bit big, he'd always thought.
Stellan shrugged.
"My feet," he answered.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on Apr 7, 2012 12:02:25 GMT -5
"So your feet have minds of their own?" She wrote. "Sounds horrible. I'd hate it."
Hmmmm...The light behind him was better to draw by. She turned so that she was facing his profile and got a new sheet and began to sketch. She went where the light was and if the light was there, so be it. Besides she needed practice sketching humans.
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on Apr 7, 2012 12:19:12 GMT -5
"I don't mind it, creates odd walks." he said. "And usually my feet and I are in agreement, occasionally when we aren't we don't talk for days though. It makes performing awfully hard... but eventually we make up and they allow me to walk again."
He stilled, guessing that she wouldn't want him to move.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on Apr 7, 2012 13:01:11 GMT -5
If he moved, she'd invoke her Mara-given right to use book violence, which was usually reserved solely for market day sales.
She smiled and sketched. It took her a while and by the time she had finished just his face without including the background or anything else, the storm was already much much much closer. No rain yet, but she could feel it coming on. She scooted over closer to him to show him her sketch.
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on Apr 8, 2012 17:28:24 GMT -5
He looked over at it not moving much at all, and nodded.
"It looks great so far," he said.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on Apr 8, 2012 20:32:12 GMT -5
And you couldn't say that she didn't call it. Because she totally did. With a rip of thunder, the rain started. She knew a place though. She grabbed his hand, her sketchpad, got up and dragged him to an abandoned cabin where they could hide out instead of walking the half an hour or more back to town.
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Post by Stellan Dhiren Walker on Apr 14, 2012 12:33:10 GMT -5
Stellan looked around where she dragged him.
It looked as though it was once a very loved home, and very cozy.
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Post by Elysia Cora Wendell on Apr 14, 2012 13:41:52 GMT -5
She hadn't a clue who owned the house first or where they were. All she knew was that it was dry, probably warm, and a better option than the rain. She sat down in a chair, took out her book which she had managed to keep mostly dry, save for a few pages in the back, and drew with her pencil. She looked up at Stelly.
Yes, that was his nickname. He should accept it.
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