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Post by clare on Nov 21, 2010 16:51:56 GMT -5
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[/I][/COLOR]" Clare rolled her eyes and sighed. Honestly couldn't a drawing just be appreciated for what it was instead of something to be analyzed critically all of the time? Apparently here it was not allowed to just appreciate art for what it was. The drawing was actually in truth inspired by a dream she had a week before arriving here in the middle of her freshman year. But she wasn't going to say that, no need to say that to him. " A movie.." she told him and he nodded approvingly before getting the hint that the brunette did not appreciate his prying. Clare estimated it would take her the next few days to find the next subject of her drawings but for now drew idly. This was a tattoo design for sure, an eastern dragon curled elegantly through the clouds of an oncoming storm. Tattoo designs had always been something that she loved to make in her idle time than anything else. Clare sat there shading and making the lines on the paper come to life for god only knows how long. She didn't notice, but it seemed the bell had run on this rather lazy Tuesday afternoon and so as she examined the page she grinned. Good. She hadn't lost her touch for designing. She didn't pay attention as the people filed into the common room and looked at her weirdly for just sitting alone in a corner couch and drawing. She should be socializing shouldn't she? Clare didn't care much for people, not many interested her to much. Except for Danica whom had caught her attention immediately. Unfortunately she didn't see it coming when someone else had caught her attention. [/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/ul][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAG Amanda
WORDS!? 476
MUSE!? Pretty Good
CLOTHING!? Gray T-Shirt, Blue Jeans
NOTES!? YER IT ;D
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.
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Post by amanda on Dec 31, 2010 12:29:30 GMT -5
Normally for Amanda she'd be in her room at this moment reading, doing extra credit, playing her guitar or chatting it up on the internet(the only time she ever would talk to any guy what so ever) That is without freaking out of course. But no today she had to come out because Maxwell wanted to get his homework a different way. Instead of her slipping it into his locker he wanted her to hand it to him. He was going to pay her with something extra special and she hoped it wasn't anything stupid.
She walked over to where he said meet him and when she spotted him her heart raced in fear. He was exactly that type of guy she was afraid of. Holding her breath he flashed her his smile and some cash. He was going to pay her? All she ever wanted was for him to just leave her be. So she threw his homework at his feet, grabbed the money and stomped off. He just smiled at her and left.
She looked back to make sure he was gone and sat down and looked up seeing a girl there with a sketchbook. It reminded her of her guitar, which she forgot to grab. She wasn't planning on staying much longer. But she didn't feel like she could make it to her room without passing out(that was how hard her heart was pounding). So she started to hum a random tune, and leaned into the couch ignoring everything around her as best she could.
notes: i know it's really late ): .
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