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Post by rdub on Feb 9, 2007 17:02:49 GMT 1
It was nine thirty in the morning, on a warm sunny day. I was sitting underneath a tree that was on the school campus. I had on my usual attire of a bussines suit, pretty much. covering my ears were two headphones. At the moment the song that was filling my ears was, Benny Benassi Hypnotica. It was a very tranc like song and very very peaceful.
I had resting in my lap a sketchbook. On the piece of paper showing right now I was drawing a great eagle soaring through the clouds. Around the eagle I drew an aurau of sunlight since in the picture the sun would be behind the eagle.
As I sat there shading in the colours of the eagle I couldn't help but sigh. Touching my forehead slightly I could feel the gash that was now stitched up. Not only that but my lip was slightly swollen and I had lots of bruises on my face. Today was my second day here and already I had een stitched up and attacked.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I returned to sketching in the colours of this magnifecent eagle I had drawn.
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Post by archangel5871 on Feb 15, 2007 6:57:30 GMT 1
It was a relatively pleasant day -- warm, sunny, bright. Too bad it wasn't the kind of thing Kuro liked. The dim, overcast days were his favourite, but he survived nonetheless being raised in Cali. He was making his usual rounds when there was nothing interesting going on, walking casually from one place to another looking for someone or something that caught his eye. People passed by without notice, each catching direct eye-contact from this dark, tall, thin, and somewhat foreboding senior if they were looking up and each taking in the confidence that exuded from this relatively mysterious man.
Passing by a bench, he happened to glance down at the lap of a younger student that appeared to be quite big for his age, and there noticed a sketchpad with a decently drawn soaring eagle. Having previous come from a school based on the arts, he automatically critiqued the work and chuckled a little to himself knowing that he had seen far better in his time from people the same age. He made a slow curve around to the back side of the bench so to look over the kid's shoulder, his shadow falling directly down over both him and the sketchpad. He crossed his arms and began to critique the piece more in his head, shaking his head while doing so.
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Post by rdub on Feb 18, 2007 20:53:49 GMT 1
As I sat there filling in the colours of the eagle I had drawn, I reached down with my left hand and turned off my ipod. Taking the headphones out of my ears I continued to sketch.
I knew there was someone behind me just from the shadow that had grown over my paper and my body. Waiting for a couple of minutes as i continued to draw I stopped for a second.
"Is there something I could help you with sir?"
I asked without turning around. I assumed it was a man and not a women, If it had indeed turned out to be a women then i would state my apologies. I was still quite wary of the person behind me since I had been at this school for a mere three days now and I had already been jumped and beaten, and in a brawl. So at the moment I was suspicious of everyone i did not know.
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