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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on Jul 29, 2012 2:42:45 GMT -5
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Only normal human beings tidied up their home when guests were expected. It was probably a bad thing that Evan wasn’t a normal human being. Oh well. It wasn’t like the place was completely inhabitable. It was just littered with discarded clothes, empty glasses and plates and her law textbooks. At the very least her weapons were all safely tucked away inside of a glass cabinet. Also among the contents of the cabinet was her hooka and two bongs (one of them was shaped like an orca so obviously she had to have it) because she was a classy lady, her medals and a bunch of random trinket types of things she’d picked up over the years. Some of them obviously sentimental and others obviously just there for a laugh, like an incredibly creepy half burned doll’s head. It was the only real organized part of the house she shared with three other men. Dishes were piled up, posters and photos were hung all over the walls but most of them crooked. The only leveled ones was the small shrine on the corner where all of her Michael Jackson things were. Two rare posters and a signed tee shirt that wouldn’t fit her if she tried, as it was for a child. Yeah she kind of loved Michael Jackson a lot. Other than the mess it was a pretty average place for college students.
She didn’t really see the point in tidying up when company came over. It was just one guy who had already talked to her enough times to gather that she was trashy and vulgar. It wasn’t like Evan screamed class and organization. Besides, if people were going to be friends with her they should learn to love her in all of her forms, even the disgusting ones. The mess aside she was pretty excited for her ukulele to be decorated. She liked having personalized things. She liked having other people in her belongings. Evan had always been one of those people who let her friends draw on her shoes or her jeans or take the old clothes of her friends even if it didn’t fit her. A good three fourths of her wardrobe were things she’d taken from family and friends. She liked having pieces of people with her. She liked supporting people with artistic talent because she had none. Having Anthony, who she barely even knew, draw something on her ukulele was exciting. It could honestly be the worst drawing ever and she’d still love it, because she was fifty shades of freak. Possibly fifty one but it was still up for debate.
By the time the doorbell rang Evan had already showered and dressed, had two small meals, three cigarettes and gone for a short run. She was left to wait, having given Anthony her address and told him to show up whenever he felt like it. To entertain herself she was watching her tortoise eat a grape but the grape kept rolling away until she gave up and cut it in half for him. The bell rang and she hopped off of her perch from the counter, leaving Tank and his snack and swinging the door open. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to take your shoes off.” |
[/color] Since most people didn’t like walking around in a messy house, even if the floors were pretty crumb and dirt free considering. When he was inside she shut the door behind him and gestured to the coffee table, which had been mostly cleared off (by sweeping everything onto the floor with her arm) and had her ukulele sitting on it. “Get comfy. Want a drink? There’s Pepsi and apple juice.”[/color] It was one of those open concept deals where the kitchen and living room simply had a kitchen island separating them. [/div] [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Jul 29, 2012 20:20:55 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR EVAN, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING HE'S WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS A FEW WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO REALLY GET ALOT With papers scattered all over his desk, on the floor, some of them even on the bed Anthony continued to look for his three dark markers. If he was going to be drawing something on an ukulele he wanted to have several options on how to do it. It all depending on the surface; if the instrument was dark or if it was white or maybe if it was brown. While Anthony could draw on pretty much anything he liked to do it in a way that it would look good; granted that idea something clashed with what what some people would consider good but for the most part people seemed to like what he had to offer. For example; just two weeks early he had walked into the room of one of his friends, with full permission to draw whatever his heart desired on left wall which was all white. Little to say he had gone wild with that; there were only small patches of white left on the wall and he had splashed color all over it. Neon colors, pastels, glow in the dark paint; he had decided to make it something worthy of seeing everyday because it was probably going to be there for a while. Anthony had even considered using that mix where it causes grass to grow but he knew his friend would forget to give it water so it could last and so he had skipped that particular technique. But he pushed the memory from his mind, focusing more on getting the things he needed inside his bag. "I'm leaving!" he called out to his mother, grabbing two grapes from the bowl on the dining room on his way to he front door.
As he made his way to Evans house he could not help but realize how random and out of the blue this had been. One day he had been bored, decided to go on-line to the Manchester chat and within the first few minutes he had agreed to decorate her musical instrument. It was rather interesting, absolutely random and he sort of liked that idea. Evan seemed like a rather cool person, if his impression on her could be right given the way they had interacted on the chat. All this was running through his mind; but what was really more engraved was the fact that he was still winging it, he had several ideas on his mind but he knew that there was a huge chance of him throwing those out the window and just starting to draw something unexpected. It was what made things interesting in his mind; because even when he liked to draw things he had planned out he found that sometimes it was best to let it just let his imagination take control of what he was doing. Anthony soon arrived at Evans house; his feet quickly taking him towards the door, his hand reached into the pocket of his jeans to read a text that had arrived; but he discarded it quickly and set his phone inside the pocket once more. His feet stopped moving, had reaching out to extend his index finger and push the doorbell button. With one quick movement he fixed the backpack hanging from his shoulder, it wasn't heavy at all, but it was a sort of tick that had come to him with time.
The first words that came out of the red headed girl when she opened the door were a little unusual in his mind. Why would he take his shoes off? Was she one of those people who insisted on leaving their shoes behind in order not to dirty the floor around the house? Anthony didn't mind either way; and if that was what was the usual rule around here then he had no issue on making it happen. The boy stepped inside, slipping off his shoes on the way which left him with his unmatched socks. One black and the other one gray. His eyes glanced at her, quickly seeing her motion to a place so he walked down that way, finding the musical instrument there so he dropped his beg on the table, making sure not to hit the ukulele before turning to look at her. "Juice is fine" Anthony responded, his body lowering itself down on the couch, hands quickly taking the ukulele from the table so he could inspect it. He definitely had some room to work with, so he liked that alot. "Did you thought of what you wanted?" Anthony asked, eyes still on the instrument but soon he glanced over at the girl he was with, although she wasn't exactly there next to him. "Or should I just do what I feel like doing?" he added, eyes locked on her now as he waited. The boy then reached out for his bag, pulling out a black marker, twirling it around on his fingers as if it was a drumstick. Anthony couldn't help but jump right onto the subject of why he was here, when he had an opportunity to let his art run free he found that nothing could stop him.
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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on Aug 1, 2012 6:49:02 GMT -5
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Being so far away from the home that she loved so much was hard. It was exhausting and no amount of trips to visit the island didn’t seem to satisfy her. Her home and heart were on the island but her fire and her ambition was elsewhere. The thing with small towns and islands were that they were incredibly hard to get off of. It was difficult to leave once you got sucked into its hypnotizing spell. But Evan had big goals ahead of her and even bigger dreams, both of which couldn’t be accomplished on her precious little island. She wanted the best for herself. She wanted to work as hard as possible and she wanted to feel like her efforts were worth it. Evan would rather die trying then die with second best accomplishments, which meant getting off of her island and ending up in Maryland. It was a grand adventure, she supposed. An adventure worthy of someone as feisty as herself. Especially if it meant collecting the art from the random people she met so she might have grand stories to tell her future nieces and nephews. Because lord help us if Evan had children of her own. The poor things would leave mayhem everywhere they went. But back on track, was it not the hardships that made the person strong? Being away would build character. And even though her home was always on her mind it was nice to be able to put it on the backburner. It was nice to be able to have something exciting to keep her mind on until she was alone once more.
She hated being bored. She hated waiting. Patience wasn’t a virtue the redhead had been blessed with and even though the wait for Anthony to arrive was a rather small one it was still boring and annoying. Even watching Tank fight with the grape wasn’t really occupying her time or mind successfully. Thankfully it wasn’t long before someone was at the door and then being let inside. It felt like her hold body relaxed once he was inside and the door was shutting behind him. Relieving, as it meant she no longer had to wait for something. Well, she’d have to wait for the finished drawing but there was conversation to be had between then and now. She had something to do and someone to talk to and it was nice. As aggressive as the young woman was, she was still a social butterfly with the intense need to be surrounded by people. Even if it was people she didn’t like, because at least then she could make fun of them. Evan scarcely paid attention to his movement while she strutted to the kitchen, figuring she should probably put the tortoise away before doing anything else. She scooped him up and set him back into his big fish tank of a home, putting a handful of grapes into the dish of food and proceeding to wipe down the countertop where he had been sitting. And then washing her hands, of course, before pouring him a tall glass of apple juice and grabbing Pepsi for herself and setting his down on the table so she could flop back onto the adjacent love seat.
“I’m not all that picky. You should draw a bunch of prissy swirls and I probably wouldn’t care much.” |
[/color] Evan wasn’t really particular about anything. Her tastes in almost all areas was rather expansive. She stretched out on the couch opposite of his and faced him with incredibly relaxed body language. “I don’t really know what you’re best at or what you prefer drawing so just do whatever feels right. Make it your own. Sign it if you so please.”[/color] Her hand waved as if she was waving something in the air away, taking a sip of her Pepsi and watching her with intense curiosity. “When I get a house of my own I’d want to commission a bunch of random artists to paint murals on all of my walls. Give the place some character and stories.”[/color] [/div] [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 2, 2012 16:14:51 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR EVAN, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING HE'S WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS A FEW WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO REALLY GET ALOT Letting his creativity break loose was something Anthony loved doing because it had no restrictions; it was pure art and it was whatever his emotions were telling him to do rather than trying to control himself; it was usually what lead to weird drawings and perhaps it was what caused people to actually feel something when looking at it but he liked it that way. There was also the occasions when he needed to pull back from that, when he had something he wanted to do and he needed to focus on that rather than his own emotions. Take for example when he was drawing Audrey Hepburn; there was no way that he should add up the emotions he had inside of him to the drawing because the woman had a certain emotion on the drawing he was doing, he was basing it off of something else and he wanted to stay true to what the picture itself was giving him. That was why when someone came up to him and asked for a certain drawing he wanted to be sure that they were absolutely sure of them wanting to let him do his own thing instead of something specific. Evan seemed decided though, or she had been decided when he had spoken to her at the Manchester chat; that was one of the reasons he had decided to agree to this thing; not that he tended to say no if anyone asked him to draw an specific thing. However, he liked to have a middle ground, not push too much to either side because that would cause him to feel like he needed to take a step back.
Anthony could not help but wonder what he would be doing had he not decided to show up at this house. His mind began to wonder then, taking into consideration that perhaps he could have decided to unexpectedly drop by a friends house and that would allow him to catch up with the male that he so deemed to call his friend. However, he could have also decided to move towards the computer and write down a couple of mails to his friends back at Brooklyn, he might have gone away, but he was still keeping in touch with some of them, the ones he knew would not cause him any trouble now that he was gone from the bad influences he had been hanging out with when he was back there. Anthony understood, but he still missed the town that had been his home for the first thirteen years of his life; the place where he had grown up, the one where his friends from childhood where and where he had hoped to spend the rest of his teenage years. Life had taken an unexpected turn of course, changing here and there and adding a few on the way but for the most part the boy could not complain about his life; not after his mother had worked her ass off to give him all the things he had. Granted he had messed up once or twice, but who didn't? It came with life, he learned to take the punches and enjoy his life; have his personality and who didn't like it just didn't and there was nothing he could do about it. So, going back to topic, yes, he would probably have gone to one of his friends house to spend sometime there doing nothing important at all, yes, that seemed about right in his mind. His eyes looked up, seeing her set the glass down on the table; his head giving a quick nod as if to say thank you to her.
The answer he got could have been expected, but a bunch of prissy swirls were not his style and he was by no means going to draw that on her instrument. His eyes glanced over at her, seeing her relax on her couch. It sort of amazed him how easy she could get comfortable with around someone but then again he felt rather at ease with her there as well. It allowed him to have a good conversation and the space he needed to work. Just as he once more got the green light he pulled out the marker with a very fine point and leaned back on the couch, one leg coming to being pulled up, so his ankle was resting on the other legs thigh to place the ukulele there for support. "I will" he assured her on the signing it part, he couldn't understand why but he would do it either way. His eyes looked at the instrument with careful eye; measuring how he was going to do this, how long the trace needed to be to fit the vision that soon came to him. His hand soon moved with steadiness, the first line appearing and from there he continued to move it here and there, liking the entire moment as he saw the first outline of the drawing appeared before his eyes. "I just did that for a friend" he commented, eyes never leaving the piece of wood between his legs that had been turned into a ukulele. "A mural that is; I could point you to a few artists if you like" he added. It was easy to talk to her, far easier than most people, that was probably because the guy could tell she was not pushing him to speak more than he did, because she accepted what he gave and took it all without a second thought. He paused, mostly to look at what he had done so far, which wasn't much but he had the outline figured out and the idea in his mind so that worked. He reached out his free hand and took the tall glass of juice, taking a sip from it before setting it back down on the table. Anthony moved to dig out for another marker, having to use bolder lines now. He had an air of concentration, yet calm about him, it tended to happen when he was drawing.
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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on Aug 5, 2012 6:27:19 GMT -5
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Evan had similar feelings about fighting as Anthony did about his art. It wasn’t just about violence and aggression. It never had been. It was about so much more for Evan. More than being able to hurt someone. When she fought it felt like she was truly getting to know herself. She had to learn how her body worked and familiarize herself with it. She had to learn her own quirks so she could be less predictable to her opponents. It had taught her adversity and always helped to calm her down. She was free to think about what shaped her and it always made her feel empowered. Feel like she was more than just a redhead with an incredibly fiery temper. When she had first started out her sensei had told her that the main goal of Martial Arts was to use the body to reach and learn to mater the mind and that once she had mastered her mind she’d have no desire to ever fight. That when faced with any situation she would stay calm and make the best choices in that moment. As Evan had yet to reach that level of serenity she still had a lot to learn. She still had a long way to go. There was so much more to her than most people ever bothered to see and so much more to her love for fighting than even she really bothered to understand.
She could admire someone who knew who they were. Someone who appeared so self aware and serene and comfortable. She admired artists because they could understand more than anyone the need to keep at your art, no matter what the form. In Evan’s eyes she created art with her body but not very many people grasped that so she generally didn’t bother to explain as much. But it still stood that one of the biggest reasons Evan supported the local underground artists of the world was because she admired them. That when they did their thing—be it drawing or music or dance or acting or what have you—they felt as free and comfortable as she did when she was performing a kata or beating up a punching bag. The other reason she went out of their way was because of her dads. If not for people like herself in their youth her dad wouldn’t have been able to keep making the films he adored so deeply. Even if they didn’t remember Evan when they “made it” she could at least be able to see someone’s name in a paper or on a poster or on the Internet and be able to smile to herself upon knowing that she had made a small contribution to their success.
As soon as she got relaxed on the couch Evan tugged the band that kept her hair in place and let the ginger tresses fall over the arm of the couch. She set the hair band on her fingers while they were shaped like a gun, moving her thumb so the band flew across the room and landed on the floor near an old sweater that Matthew would probably bitch at her for leaving there. There was a simple reason as to why she was so at ease with a stranger. She was a third degree black belt and a kick boxer who had weapons within reach at all times. The tonfas and knives in the cabinet, a bow staff leaning against a bookshelf, pens scattered everywhere. Pens were her favorites because no one ever expected it to be as painful as it was. A pen to the sternum was more than enough to disable someone. So no, Evan wasn’t worried that he was some psychopath who would have his way with her and then strut back home. If he was she was ready. Arrogant but ready. She liked watching him. She liked watching the way he looked at the ukulele.
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 8, 2012 15:20:55 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR EVAN, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING HE'S WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS A FEW WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO REALLY GET ALOT As the male kept his eyes locked down on the item he was decorating he could not help but think back on the first time he had decided to draw. It hadn't actually been his ntention to end up doing that, but he had been bored, locked away inside his room and waiting for anything interesting to happen. Sadly nothing had come to his life and so he had decided to try and actually put to use the scattered papers inside his room. He had taken a wrinkly piece of paper along with a pencil, sat on the floor and began to move the pencil around. It was like that; due to a boring day at his house that he had decided that getting a black line on a plain surface was actually entertaining. The start of an artist, it had been a pretty dull way for it to start but at least it had started and that was actually what counted in his mind. A slight shake of head and he was back on track; there was really no need for him to actually think of when or why he had started drawing, the point was that that day had lead him to actually be sitting here at this practically stranger to him drawing on her things. Funny how life turned out; because even when he had decided to enter at the Manchester chat he had not thought to find someone to talk too; in fact he had thought he would go in, then get out. Apparently fate had different plans, not that he actually believed in fate, but it seemed like an appropriated way to express it at the moment. Lines kept appearing on the ukulele, although he would stop at some points to see what he had done and decide where he was heading too next. Sure every line would lead to the outcome of the same drawing he had in his mind, but to be honest he did had a process, he did needed to know where to continue next, or at least now he did because of the limited space he had to work with. No space was too small; yes he had always told himself that but his idea was pretty big and in this particular second he was down sizing it so it would fit this lovely instrument. This was the very first time he had actually done art in an instrument, which was basically one of the reasons he had accepted to do it. It was new, it was different and it was allowing him to have full creative process with absolutely no limitations. It was practically what ever single artist was looking for and he was lucky enough to have found the opportunity. Artist. That was funny, Anthony had often referred to himself was anything but an artist; the word just seemed to not fit too well in his mind because so far he felt he was good at drawing and that was it. An artist didn't exactly had to be someone who would sell his art, or someone who would show it off at a gallery. An artist to him was someone who could strike a chord on someone; who would cause the other person to feel something when looking at their work and so far he had not been convinced that that was the case in his particular, well, case. Sure his aunt and his mother had made some comments here and there; also some of his friends but they were a little biased according to him. Specially the ones related to him. They would say it was the best thing in the entire freaking universe even if it was the worst crap they had ever come to see. Don't get him wrong, he appreciated their undivided support but he also knows that from time to time they need to be unbiased and tell him the straight up truth. But oh well; what good could come from thinking about all of that? He figure it would be best to just focus on the good side rather than the wonders happening inside his mind; the confusing dark shade of it if you will. An answer to his comment came and Anthony tore his eyes away from what he was doing in order to look at Evan. How big had it ended up being? Tony relaxed his body a little, turning to look at the walls to see if he could stop a nice area that would allow her to understand just how big it had turned out to be. "Well, his house is pretty much like this one" he mentioned, wanting to let that clear "So I guess it was probably something along the lines off...." he once more began to twirl the marker like a drumstick, it was more or less like a little tick that he had when he was thinking, or just something he tended to do when he had a pencil, pen, marker, or whatever thing to draw with, in his hand. "Like that wall over there, the largest one" he finished in the end. Yes, it had been big and it had taken a while to do it but when he was inspired, had a nice lighting, and food near him and finally with enough drawing supplies he could go on without a care in the world. That had been such an awesome day; he was kind of hoping he could do it all over again. "He just didn't wanted an inch without having something drawn on it; so I made sure to not let any spot white unless the design required it" he added with a shrug of his shoulders. "I would show it to you, but I am not sure if I actually have pictures on my cell phone" that thought puzzled him; did he had photos there or not? He could recall someone snapping a picture or two, but where they from his phone? The design had started out one way and ended another when he finished it. Mostly because at some point his friend had told him something electronic-ish would be fun. Anthony was not kidding, electronic-ish had been what his friend said. "Alright, I have a couple that I can give you and you can call then whenever you like" Anthony shrugged and pulled out his phone; the boy looked at the phone quickly and finally a nod came and he found a picture. "Look; this is the one I did. It ended up being like 3 things before I finally settled for that one" Anthony said while he handed the phone over to her; then he went back to adding a few things to the drawing he was doing right about now. He was enjoying this time, surprisingly enough he was fine with the conversation and with the drawing he was doing. It came natural for him to speak with Evan, probably because she wasn't pushing for him to say or do much, or probably because the topic came natural to him. Either way it was he was glad it wasn't an awkward silent, which he could easily face but was never fond of having to do them. While he waited for her to speak, his eyes moved back to what he had been doing, now the drawing was sort of taking shape and he was feeling pleased with it. It would not take him long, both because it was sort of like a sketch and two because it was only with black. No color, because he didn't saw the need to do use it. Besides, seeing that picture of his previews work made him want to tune down the colorful shapes and just stick with a neutral color. Black, to be exact. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on Aug 15, 2012 17:00:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-left: 10px solid #9a0800; border-bottom:10px solid #9a0800; border-top:10px solid #9a0800; border-right: 10px solid #9a0800;] sing if you're with me It's a new day But it all feels old It's a good life That's what I'm told But every day, it all just feels the same And my high school It felt more to me Like a jail cell A penitentiary My time spent there it only made me see That I don't ever ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- words: 1080, tag: mel/tony, wearing: this, notes: c:
Whenever a trait about Evan that couldn’t be placed to her upbringing she always wondered if it was something she had inherited from her biological parents. It wasn’t often that the redhead turned her thoughts to the fact that she was adopted but it still happened. It was unavoidable at times. Could aspects of a person’s personality be inherited from a parent beyond traits such as addictive behavior? She wasn’t sure, never having been all that great at anatomy and biology; she’d only enjoyed the dissecting part and that was about the extent of it. Unlike most people who were adopted Evan had never had that empty feeling that coincided not knowing one’s birth parents. She had never felt like a part of her was missing or that she needed to know her birth parents. It had never really occurred to her. As far as she was concerned they were simply donors who’s lives didn’t matter to hers in any way, shape, or form. They didn’t help shape who she was so why should she be concerned? Her dads’ were her parents and she didn’t need to know much more beyond that. They had never kept her in the dark about being adopted. She had grown up not really understanding the notion enough to care. As a teenager she had asked simple questions like what they knew about her birth parents—never calling them her “real parents” but always “birth” or “biological”—and all she cared to know was that her mother had been really young and knew she wouldn’t be able to give her daughter a good life. But every now and the she couldn’t help but wonder what she had inherited from the woman. Was her aggression tied to her birth parents? Because that certainly hadn’t stemmed from her upbringing. While Evan was much more like her papa than her dad she was still much unlike both of them. Quick tempered while everyone else in her family, even her unstable papa, was rather difficult to piss off. Was her love of art some sort of subconscious love of one or both of her birth parents? Or was it simply the fact that she couldn’t do it so she loved it?
She couldn’t do math either but she didn’t enjoy watching people do that.
It just felt like such a true way to get to know someone. Whatever the art form it would always be like looking into the deepest parts of their mind. Watching someone play guitar or perform on a stage or draw on a ukulele was like watching someone open their soul for the world to see and something about that was addicting to Evan. Perhaps because her skills were limited to playing the ukulele, spitting fire, and dancing on a stage with a pole readily available. (Since most people didn’t consider her fighting an art form, which was bullshit if you asked her.) She couldn’t help but wonder if people saw the same thing in her even she was dancing at the club or doing her katas. Did they see into a piece of her that was otherwise hidden beneath fiery aggression? She would have to ask someone. Someone who would be sensitive to such things and understand exactly what she meant and felt. For the time being her eyes were fixated on Anthony and his pen, which he could spin around on his finger with impeccable skill that she didn’t have. She wanted to get to know him through his art. To see a piece of him that spoke more volumes than spoken words ever could. She wanted to see how his body language changed and watch his head tilt as he used more and more of the artistic side of his brain. What did he think about when he drew? What went on through his mind when he was able to just do whatever it was he pleased? Did he think about what he was doing or just let his hand guide him?
Restless but not really fidgety. She was simply comfortable in her own skin and her own home and the situation in front of her. Stretched out on the couch in the middle of a mess that would make Matthew cringe in disgust. Opening herself up to a stranger for the sake of a decorated ukulele. Her head tilted to the wall he gestured to and she looked at it rather lazily before returning her gaze to him and holding it there. “A decent size for just one guy,” |
[/color] she remarked. “I’m still not sure what I want or how I want it, I just know I want to be settled into my own place first. Maybe get it put on something I can take with me if I move. Who knows…”[/color] There was still plenty of time to work such a thing out and assuming she still talked to Anthony by then maybe she would hit him up for the job. Paid. She’d probably just feed him for this one, since it wasn’t that big of a commission and was such a spur of the moment decision. “My papa was like that with his tattoo sleeve. He wanted as much covered as possible between spot A and spot B.”[/color] In a few tears time she would probably have a sleeve of her own. While visibly she appeared unfazed that he didn’t seem to have a picture to show she simply shrugged on the outside and assumed she could see it later if he had one at his place. When he pulled out his phone she stood and moved to join him on he couch he was on to see it better. “That’s pretty sick. Al the vibrant colors and stuff. Kinda’ makes me think of some big graffiti piece you’d see in the big city.”[/color] Toronto, as she recalled, had a lot of graffiti. Returning his phone to him she made her way back to where she had been sitting before and once again stretched out in quite the unladylike manner. One leg on the top of the love seat while the other hung off of the edge of it and her arms crossed under her head. Comfortable and perhaps a bit unmannerly of her. Oh well. Her eyes returned to watching him draw, not really intently but in the way one might stare into space while deep in thought. “Was that the biggest thing you’ve done so far?”[/color] [/div] [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 17, 2012 14:58:55 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR EVAN, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING HE'S WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS A FEW WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO REALLY GET ALOT Anthony had to think back a little, not because he wanted to but because he had too do it. His eyes remained on the piece of wood that stood on his lap as he thought about the design he was making. Why did he had to think back you might ask? Well because the drawing was actually something he was getting out of his memory, it wasn't some made up place that he could change and redo at will, but he wanted the accurate sketch of that place that he seemed to like so much. It had been a long time since the last time he was there and that caused him to feel a little on the downside of things, not that he would ever come to admit it. Not that anyone would ever know actually, so he shouldn't worry about admitting anything at all. It was due to that that this drawing was taking longer than it should have even when he had been sitting here only for a few minutes. He used his free hand to take the juice once more, taking a small sip from it before setting it back down. With eyes locked on the now forming drawing he began to link it to his mind, very slowly his mind began to wipe away the parts that hadn't been drawn yet, this allowed him to see what was missing and what needed to be added. Many might say his mind was odd for working that way, but truth is, it always had worked in such way for him. He could add and erase in his mind, it felt simpler, like a blueprint of some sort. Anthony was almost certain he was not the only one to do such things, other had to be able to do it and more likely than not, they were probably better at it than he was. With the taste that was left in his mouth due to the orange liquid he began to bite his inner cheek, as if considering his next move. Think which way to go to make it work entirely. The lines began to appear before his eyes before he could draw them, each and everyone forming before his eyes and it was time like this that he wondered if there was something wrong with his brain, if he was somehow hallucinating or something close to that but he didn't believe he was. Wouldn't he hallucinate other times if it was the case? And wouldn't it be more than just lines? He had no clue for Anthony had never actually moved to do some research, and by no means was he going to do it now. It just wasn't as interesting to him to want to pursue the subject at all. It just pooped into his mind every now and then before fading.
Speaking of other artists just seemed to drag Anthony into his old desire of getting together a bunch of people and working on getting that art gallery that he wanted so very much to open. It was really not the best thing in the word and he knew that, because there were several things that could easily go wrong and the fact that it was just some sort of idea in his mind caused him to feel even more confused. Should he actually go and persuade it all or should he just let the dream slip from his fingertips? He knew several people who would be fine with showing their work in a gallery if he was to open one, for he had shared his ideas with a couple of people here and there but never something with actual solid ground in it. Even more, the idea had sort of fallen to the bottom of his priorities because of his little fight with that dumb-ass of a guy; that little daddy's boy who couldn't defend himself and had to go hide behind his rich parents. Honestly, he did not deserve those months in the Juvenile center; if anything the rich kid could have been the one who needed them to see if he could built but some character in there and learn not to be such a dick. However, he had been there and he had gotten out, he was able to make it through without any real problem because, well, he knew how to handle himself in those sort of moods; his friend back at Brooklyn being more than ready to assure that if needed. Brooklyn, he missed it, if his thoughts didn't prove it then his drawing certainly would because the spot he was drawing was of a place he missed from that city. One day he was going to go back there, one day.
Decent size indeed; taking more into consideration that he tended to stick with paper and not walls. He was never one to paint murals, he had no clue why though but if he had to guess he would say it had something to do with his love for pencil drawings. Almost everything he did was with that, because for some reason he liked the way it looked. Whether it was in black and white or if he had to add color to it he would prefer to do it all with pencils rather than anything else. "That seems like a smart idea" he admitted; it would be nice to be able to just pack it up and take it with you if you have the chance. His hand had stopped spinning the marker, he was now holding it steady and ready to keep up the drawing for he had managed to figure out where he was going to now. "Some people just like it that way" he added, to be honest he was different, sort off; it it required to have some patch untouched then he would do it; in fact on some cases it seemed to work better that way. But who was he to judge other people's likes? Other people's tastes. When she moved to take a seat next to him, in order to be able to look at the photo in a better way he merely glanced her way. Anthony nodded very slowly at her words "That is what he was hoping for" he said as he moved the phone back, instead of sliding it back inside the pocket of his jeans he merely set it on the table, a bit away from the glass that contained the orange juice. As she left he moved to add a few more touches to the ukulele. He was starting to really like how this was turning out and his feelings were reflected by him nodding his head a little before stopping to add a few more things.
The biggest thing he had ever drawn. "Yes, actually it is" Anthony began to say, not taking his eyes off of the drawing because he was adding a few things here and there. "I don't usually draw on walls, I tend to stick with paper" he admitted as he continued to move at his calm pace. It was not a slow one, not at all but it was merely one that reflected how at ease he was with the situation at hand and by the looks on Evan she seemed to be feeling the same way. "I like pencils more than paint, which translates to the 'sticking with paper' part" he added; yes, he was speaking a little more than he usually did, maybe because of the subject maybe because of the company but either way he didn't mind that much. This was actually turning out rather nice. And much to his surprise he was almost done with little less than half of the drawing. Even when it wasn't the biggest master piece he didn't wanted to rush it.
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Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on Aug 22, 2012 2:28:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-left: 10px solid #9a0800; border-bottom:10px solid #9a0800; border-top:10px solid #9a0800; border-right: 10px solid #9a0800;] sing if you're with me It's a new day But it all feels old It's a good life That's what I'm told But every day, it all just feels the same And my high school It felt more to me Like a jail cell A penitentiary My time spent there it only made me see That I don't ever ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- words: 1030, tag: mel/tony, wearing: this, notes: c:
Sometimes Evan really hated Manchester. Sometimes she really just wanted to transfer to a school in Vancouver where she was a ferry ride away from her family rather than a fifty hour road trip or a plane ride. It would be so simple to just go back home and pick up where she left off but that wasn’t like Evan. She didn’t run away from a challenge like this. She wouldn’t just run away because she didn’t like the place. Evan was biased. She would always love Cowichan above anywhere else in the world. It was where her heart was. But she needed to prove something to herself, she just didn’t know what. Whatever it was that she was trying to prove she would find it here and all would be well after that. For the time being she would go through brief phases of absolutely hating the place and wanting nothing to do with anyone. She would lock herself away in her room and mope about her scrapbook and Skype her sister constantly and then usually Dawn would call and everything would be fixed. Dawn somehow managed to be the best distraction the world could provide for Evan, and this was coming from someone who generally hated all females. Dawn was like an even blend of the redhead herself and her sister, which was most likely why they got along so well. Because it was just so easy and it made her feel safe in the city she didn’t quite feel welcome in. Dawn felt familiar and felt comfortable so being around her constantly was never an issue. The two constantly talked about everything under the sun and the topic of road trips to her hometown were always coming up. It was just a matter of finding the time to actually do that. Maybe during spring break if neither of them had no other solid plans. There weren’t very many people Evan would elect to be stuck in a car with for fifty or more hours. Dawn happened to fall in the better of the two categories. And from what she had seen Tony most likely would, as so far he was really easy to enjoy. The conversation online and now had been pretty simple and easy. Another person who felt familiar and comfortable and thus made her feel safe.
Maybe, just maybe, she’d miss Manchester when she finally returned to her precious little island. There was no doubt in Evan’s mind she would miss Dawn, who was the first friend she had made next to her flat mates. And maybe she would miss Anthony too, if this one visit sparked a friendship between the two at all. From how comfortable he was to be around she certainly hoped he would be someone she’d continue to email throughout her life away from Manchester, wherever that life took her. It wasn’t like Evan planned on putting everything that happened here in Manchester behind her once she moved on. She was a bitch, sure, but not completely heartless. She wasn’t just going to be able to leave the friends she had made and she certainly wasn’t going to leave without putting her mark somewhere. Evan wanted to be remembered, even if it was by one single person. She wanted someone to remember her until their final breath where they’d be wondering what that vulgar redhead girl was doing right in that moment. She didn’t even care if they remembered her for something bad, so long as she had left some sort of a mark somewhere here in Manchester it was good enough for her. Even if the only person to remember her forever was Michael and he was remembering her as the horrid bitch to let her tortoise on the counter tops and left her dirty laundry everywhere. Yet another reason why Evan liked collecting art from people. To have something she’d remember them with, even if it was just remembering them as the kind of sexy guy who drew a picture on her ukulele.
Even within their art form everyone had their preferences. She certainly did. She also had preferences within her preferences. She preferred weapons over fists and preferred tonfas over the typical sais or bo staff. She couldn’t help but wonder what he preferred. Marker over pencil? Paint over marker? Did he have one thing he just adored to draw over and over? Other than Audrey Hepburn, which gave her the impression that pencil portraits were most likely what he liked the best. Maybe she would ask him if it ever felt like an important thing to know, otherwise she’d just continue to wonder a million and one things about him. Make guesses and wait for him to answer them unknowingly. “I thought so. That’s what they did with a mural this girl painted for prom pictures. Painted it on this sheet or something—fuck if I know what it was—and stretched it over a board. That way she could take it home or leave it with the school or whatever. It was brilliant, really.” |
[/color] Mind you the mural had been a pretty shitty one, as the prom’s theme had been outer space. There wasn’t much one could do with a space themed photo backdrop mural. Just a shitty hipster nebula bullshit mural almost everyone had hated. “I think…for me it would depend on what it is. If it was the wall thing I think I’d want it all covered but something like my ukulele not so much.”[/color] As for tattoos like her papa, she was fine with the scattered ones she currently had. Her eyes focused more on him and his hand then what he was drawing, wanting it to be somewhat of a surprise. She looked but didn’t really see. Well, that answered one of her questions. And then another question. “I’ll keep that in mind,”[/color] she thought out loud in that tone that wasn’t really directed at him. “That Audrey Hepburn one you showed in the chat was fucking amazing. I think it melted a part of my soul or something,”[/color] she remarked, now back to her seat across from him. [/div] [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 26, 2012 0:31:44 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR EVAN, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING HE'S WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. THE POST ITSELF IS A FEW WORDS LONG, SO THAT JUST MEANS I'M AWESOME. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO REALLY GET ALOT While Anthony sat there in Evan's couch he could not help but think on how rare it actually was for someone to ask him to draw something for them. Usually it was him and his drawings and if someone liked one he could give it away if it was not something he had drawn for himself. However someone actually coming up to him to ask him for something specific for them to keep was not a normal thing to happen. Then again he didn't mind doing it at all, just like when he had drawn for his friend he was perfectly fine with drawing now for Evan. His eyes were obviously locked on the instrument at the moment. Now that his mind had been able to add up the lines that were missing his hand began to move to be able to add them; a small sigh escaped his lips and then he moved to change the marker that he had been using for one with a finer point; this part was a little trickier so she moved his leg up to be able to be closer to the ukulele, the concentration in his eyes grew slightly and he did his best not to mess this part up because it was a little crucial; usually he wouldn't have this problem, mostly because in his opinion it was simpler to draw on a piece of paper, with a little more light in the room and with the notion that if it didn't worked he could do it again. Here though, there was no room for errors, he only had one canvas and if he ruined it it was not like he could change it. This might he an important instrument for Evan, in fact, he was almost sure that it was. So yes, he was going to just pay special attention to what he was doing; even with the knowing of those things he was not entirely worried, there was no way for him to actually mess this up, simply because he knew what needed to be done, all he had to focus on was on doing it at the right time, and the right line. Alright, now that he thought about it he realized that the light in the room wasn't all that terrible, it could always be better but for the purposes of now he should really give it more credit. The lighting that he loved was the one at the boardwalk, yes, that one was amazing if you knew where to sit and at what time. He also rather enjoyed the one at his bedroom during the middle of the day. He just assumed there were times that it was better and worse, and this place was rather good.
Ah he was actually almost done and it amazed him, maybe it was because loved the drawing that he was making or perhaps it was because he was highly inspired but which ever reason it may be was perfectly happy with the result that he was getting. Yes, it definitely had something to do with the company and the fact that he had chosen this particular drawing for her ukulele. A smile almost made it to his lips but it didn't, it got lost somewhere in the path to his lips, perhaps it was because Anthony was not one to smile or laugh much, but that was merely because he was like that. In his very own opinion there was no need for him to be all happy, cheerful and laughing all the time to make people see that he was happy and pleased with the moment. In fact, he felt that maybe those people were unhappy half the time but they needed to keep putting up a show. So people wouldn't end up asking a million questions. Maybe he was wrong, maybe he was right, but that was the way he felt and he wasn't going to change it anytime soon. In his case he found that only the people who got to truly know him could identify his stages in moods. It might not be what everyone would want in their lives but it had served Anthony quite well and so he kept it this way, not that he could change it even if he wanted too, this was who he was after all. It had always been like this, because if people really cared about him they would learn how to read the little expressions that he tended to give, instead of focusing on what he was not showing. A smile didn't meant happiness, just like a tear didn't always meant sadness. One had to know the person to truly learn the meaning behind each action. That was why he loved to draw people, there was always a new way to learn about them. To learn the real emotion that rested inside of them.
Hearing Evan speak he made sure to pay attention to that even when he was actually also slightly more attentive to what he was drawing at the moment. "Oh, that is actually rather nice" he said with a nod of his head. He had to assume that the girl that had decided to paint the mural on something that would allow her to take the drawing with her had been because she would not be able to part with whatever it was she had drawn. "A good idea to keep in mind" he added, sure he hadn't drawn anything too big, except for the mural, and he figured that at some point he should have done the same with some of the drawings in his room but then again since most of them were on paper he could easily take that with him. So if one thought about it he would be able to do what the girl had done. His friend though, he was the one who would have to let the mural behind if he was ever to leave the building.It made him think that maybe his friend would make him redo the entire thing at the next house, which wouldn't bother him, but it would just be a little entertaining to do. To have to draw the same thing again; although he wasn't a big fan of doing that, he find that that particular mural would be fun. "Good thing I am not covering it all" Anthony said which was sort of meant to be a joke but he was also being serious. He was not going to cover it all, in fact he was only going to draw on the front side and that was it. Alright so maybe it was going to take most of the thing but it didn't look incredibly crowded which was the good thing about it. He was now wondering if it had been right to do this one, but he was not going to second guess this; he was going to fully trust his instincts on the matter and hope for the best. Yes, that seemed like the best idea in his mind.
When Evan mentioned his drawing of Audrey Hepburn he looked up at her, the words she used seemed rather interesting to him actually. "Well....if you like it that much" Anthony stopped what he was doing, reaching over for his backpack, he pulled out a folder that he kept there all the time, for it held several sheets for him to draw. "You can have it" he finished as he finally found the drawing and held it out for her to take. In reality, he liked it, he truly did but it seemed in his mind that she liked it more and deep inside Anthony didn't mind giving it to her. Like he had stated before, some drawings he didn't mind to give away; especially when he did seem to enjoy the person's company and he enjoyed being around Evan. This was their first real meeting and he could easily get along with her.
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