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Post by Madison Kay Rivard on Aug 21, 2012 12:42:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK, COME ON LET YOUR COLORS BURST. The Words: 553 The Outfit: click The Notes c: early morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the housing area, marking the start of a new summer day. thankfully, there were no big plans for the petite red head that was still asleep, even at the grand time of noon. the sun began rising even higher in the sky, and sunlight poured across the girl's face, lighting up her eyelids and disturbing her peaceful slumber. she wrinkled her nose in slight distaste and wiped her eyes, blinking them open slowly. a yawn slipped out of her mouth and she sat up, glancing at the clock on her bedside table. "Noon already?" she asked softly, pulling her pink comforter off of her and rolling out of bed. to put it simply, madison was not a morning person, and never had been. she'd sleep in as late as she possibly could.. just like she'd done today. in fact, sometimes she slept much longer, sleeping the entire day away and waking up in the middle of the night. which, in her mind, was perfect. she loved the night time.
walking across her room to the large closet that held all of her clothes, madison slid the doors open and looked at all of her clothes. and once again, i've got nothing to wear. she thought bitterly, even though she must have had a couple hundred name brand shirts in there. of course to madison, that was nothing. the rich girl had a walk in closet back home filled to the top with clothes, shoes, belts, hats, and the like. unfortunately, she would have to make do with the things she had here. the freshman pulled on a black and white tank top, ripped up short-shorts, and her favorite pair of black converse. then, she strode quickly to her bathroom. there, she put on her eye make-up, lip stick, and jewelry. today her jewelry consisted of a silver bracelet, black rose necklace, and black feather earrings. it wasn't much, but it would have to work for now.
turning around, she was faced with a rather large portrait of a model that she had hung in her room. it was a gorgeous painting, and got madison thinking about how she would absolutely love to have a portrait of herself done. and i know just the person to do it. she thought, recalling that she had heard rumors that one of the people she knew, anthony jagielski, was an amazing artist.. and it was about time that she found out if that rumor was true or not.
leaving her dorm, madison began the walk to where anthony lived. as a popular, she'd gotten to know the area well, and essentially had a map in her head of where most of her fellow students lived. though she didn't typically talk to loners like anthony, she would do anything to get a portrait of herself done. how amazing would it be to have a masterpiece of herself hanging in her dorm? quite amazing.
coming to the place that anthony lived, madison took a moment to straighten out her clothes, making sure that she looked somewhat presentable. then, she stepped up to the door and knocked on it quickly, waiting for someone to answer it. hopefully anthony was home.. if not, it looked like she would have to ask him to draw her another time. |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 21, 2012 14:39:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]During the entire morning Anthony had been doing nothing more than to stare off towards the ceiling. The boy had gotten up rather early, a rare thing to happen for he was usually asleep for as long as he possibly could. Even when he had woken up the boy hd been trying to force his body to just fall back into a nice slumber but it seem to not work out for her at all. His eyes were wide open and his senses right on track. All he could do now was lay in his bed and stare up; his ceiling didn't have anything particularly interesting to look at, in fact it was just white and nothing more. His walls though, that was something to look at. On the far right he had his desk, which had his sketchbook open in an random drawing. The wall that one faced while sitting at the desk was covered by drawings. Each very different than the other, not even a small part of the wall was visible and he had made sure to make it happen. He didn't minded though, it allowed him to see his progress and that was why he kept them close. Or on sight to be more precise. A small sigh escaped his lips as he moved one arm so he could be able to run his fingers through his hair. This day was proving to be rather boring, nothing to do and he had no intention of calling anyone even when he did felt like he needed to get up and be more active today. He had woken up early and yet he had wasted all morning by staring off into space. Oh heck, there was really no difference between staring off and being asleep so he guessed in the end that he was alright. Yes, it was perfectly fine that he had spend all day just doing nothing at all. He was in avacation period after all, so why the hell should he worry about anything. Yes, he was not going to care about it. So with that thought he moved his eyes to look around the room. He should clean up a little. It wasn't dirty, but he just had a lot of papers scattered around the floor.
He shrugged and then moved to sit up, looking behind him. One could see four large drawings that came together forming a large square, that showed the drawing of Brooklyn. He had taken a long tie to draw that one but finally he had managed to make it happen. He had done it on four wooden squares, that had been painted white to later have him add the drawing with markets. Tony needed to know where he had come from, like a constant reminder of some sort and this seemed the perfect way to do it. So yes, this place seemed like his work space rather than his actual dorm but the boy didn't minded at all. A small sigh escaped his lips as he stood up and looked around, maybe he should eat something...nah he was not hungry at all; Anthony had never been one to eat breakfast even when everyone claimed it was the most important meal of the day. Yes, not to him. Or perhaps it was but his body was now very used to not having it. He sighed, stretching his arms and legs as he moved to the closet to change his clothes; he could not stay in his pj's all day, could he? No, probably not, he was going to head out t some point or another during the day. For what? Well, that was yet to be discovered. His hands moved to remove his shirt as he walked, then dropped his sweatpants on the way. As he now browsed through his clothes he frowned, what on earth could he wear? Suddenly, staying in his pj's didn't seemed like such a terrible idea. But they had been discarded and so there was no going back. He could easily pick them up again but let's leave that to the side.
Just as the boy was finishing up with slipping his jeans he heard a knock on the door. A frown quickly appeared and he turned to look at the door. Did he really heard a knock? Unusual but not impossible so he grabbed the first shirt he could find and began to slip it on on his way to the door. Anthony opened the door just as he finished with pulling down his shirt; his light brown eyes looking at the person who had knocked on his door and he almost rose an eyebrow at the sight. Anthony knew this girl, not because she was a close friend, or even a friend really but she was someone he had seen around school. What was her name? He struggled to recall it until it finally came to his mind. Madison Rivard. He stood there, door open and his eyes on her. Why...Why wasn't anyone talking? He then realized he should speak, since he opened the door. Or should she speak? She had come to his door after all. Either way the words came out of his mouth "Yes?" he asked, simple, to the point. Well, maybe to the point would be more of a 'Why are you here?' but he figured that might sound a bit rude so he stick-ed with the polite 'yes' that allowed her to explain why she was here. He rose both eyebrows when he spoke; for her presence here was rather unusual. Yes, unusual seemed to be the word of the day. It was unusual for him to be up early, unusual for him to have a person knock at his door and even more unusual for that someone to be one of the preps.
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Post by Madison Kay Rivard on Aug 21, 2012 15:11:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK, COME ON LET YOUR COLORS BURST. The Words: 731 The Outfit: click The Notes awkward. in the few moments that madison was sitting there waiting for anthony to answer the door, the freshman began to worry about a few things. though she was generally a very confident person, she still had a tiny bit of fear that she would not exactly be welcomed into anthony's dorm at all. of course, she knew him, but they weren't exactly what she would consider friends. ah, what have i got to lose? if he turns me down, i'll find someone else to draw me. she decided, her dark brown eyes glancing up as she heard the door knob begin to turn.
madison got a tiny glance of anthony's stomach as he finished pulling down his shirt and the girl glanced quickly to her feet. did i wake him? she wondered curiously, hoping she hadn't. though she was a prep, she had no right to deprive someone of their sleep.. especially someone that she hardly knew. an awkward moment passed by as neither of them spoke, and she shared anythony's thought of who should be first to speak. thankfully, the silence was broken by anthony. though she didn't get a particularly polite response, she supposed that it could have been worse and nodded slowly. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I have an interest in your drawings." she said smoothly, glancing behind anthony at the drawings on his walls.. had he actually drawn them? they were amazing!
madison didn't know much about art, to be fair, but she did know that the pieces of artwork she saw on the walls of anthony's dorm were gorgeous. she would be truly pleased if he agreed to draw a portrait of her. in fact, she was prepared to pay him any amount of money he wanted for it. as a rich girl, money wasn't exactly an issue, and she was sure that anthony wouldn't mind having a bit of extra money. so hopefully he agreed to her proposal.. the thought of having a portrait of herself on her wall still danced around in her head, and she just could not get it out. she wanted that drawing, now, and as a prep, she was used to getting what she wanted.
however, madison was getting a bit edgy about standing out here in the hallway, where anyone could see her.. she didn't so much mind socializing with people out of her clique, but still. if the wrong person walked by and saw her speaking with anthony her entire reputation could be at stake! and that simply was not doable. she rocked back on her heels, trying to push the thoughts away. it's fine, no one is going to see me. and hopefully he'll let me in soon. she thought, attempting to calm herself down a bit. she worried way too much!
blinking her long eyelashes at anthony, she waited for an answer. "A portrait, specifically." she added, trying to give him a bit more information.. though with as little as he was talking, that could be a bit difficult. not that she minded, lots of people got shy and speechless around her. though there really was no need for anthony to be so silent in her pressence. he was the amazing one here! his drawings were so fabulous, it even made the perfect little miss madison jealous. and that was a tricky thing to do. in fact, at first, the freshman wasn't even sure if what she was feeling was jealousy.. she'd never really felt it before. it was a strange, uncomfortable feeling to her, and she wished that she was back in her comfort zone of designing clothes, where she could shine. designing clothes to madison was like drawing for anthony, it was something she was good at, and something she enjoyed doing. it was a fun hobby, and actually some of the clothing she was wearing today had been designed by her.. the tank top, shorts, and necklace.
this brought her attention to anthony's choice of clothing.. it certainly wasn't anything special. in fact, it was rather plain. i suppose some people like that style. she thought to herself, realizing now that her eyes had just completely scanned over anthony and she probably looked as if she was checking him out. could this moment get anymore awkward? she wondered, turning her gaze to his eyes as she waited for him to say something. |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 21, 2012 17:28:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]This day had turned tou to be odd, yes he had already called it unusual but now he was thinking of changing the word. He couldn't think of an actual reason for someone from her little clique to be at his doorsteps, even less to actually want to speak to him. Truth be told, Anthony was never one to push away people because of his clique, unless you were one of the brats from the royals; those just tended to be the same type of people, people he doesn't like at all. Even so this girl, Madison, he was not so sure about whether she was that way or not; he did knew the girl was rich, and he also did knew that she was popular but he didn't care at all. So he merely waited still for an answer on her part, one hand on the doorknob and the other one inside the pocket of his jeans while he looked at her. He was leaning against the door a little, keeping a calm and relaxed mood while he looked at her. He wished she would hurry up on this matter, not that he was doing anything important after all but even so he had been enjoying his time doing nothing. His eyes were focused on her and nothing else, although that was by no means because he liked her. No offense to the pretty girl, but she was just not his type at all.
No answer had been giving to what he deemed to be a very polite 'yes' it wasn't like he had said it with a bad mood it was just the way he talked. Yes, he was very short with conversations, he was very straight to the point and for one reason or another it seemed to make people think that he was being rude or uninterested; seriously, if you can't read between the lines and see past his quiet behavior then it's really your loss and not his. He adapts to other people's personalities, like he had done with Charlotte and Evan, like he had done several times at the chat room with Cece. It was just him adapting, and he was glad to see others were willing to do that as well so he was hoping that the girl right here will be able to see past it and not get offended by her answer. Oh well, if she was she needed to toughen up because he wasn't even impolite to her, he was just, himself. When she finally did spoke he once again almost rose an eyebrow as she glanced behind him, probably looking at the many drawings scattered around the walls. How on earth had she heard about him drawing? Where people talking about him? He didn't like it, for one reason or another.
An interest in his drawings; that could mean several things in his mind and hopefully she would be more specific on what she meant to it. It would be about her wanting to look at his drawings and just come to see if they were good or if they were bad, maybe that she was just wishing to see if he could draw her something or anything of the matter, perhaps she wanted to ask if he had ever had them up at an art gallery. Yes, in his mind it could mean a lot of things. He wondered which one of those was, but he didn't mind much about it as long as she would be able to respond to him. Or rather, explain since he was not asking her anything really. There was something in the way she looked that caused him to smirk internally; she was fidgeting, shifting from feet to feet as if she was desperate or worried about something and he could only assume it was to be seen with her. That made him almost want to close the door; why was she coming here if she cared so much about being seen with him? He couldn't care less, seriously, his reputation didn't mattered to him, if he even had one to begin with. But hers, apparently she did, either that or she was just nervous to be around him and that was by no means something that she should feel, he was just a rather normal guy.
Well this girl was absolutely mistaken if she was thinking that him being silent had anything to do with her. If he knew what she was thinking his reply would be along the lines of 'Don't flatter yourself, girl' and then he would walk away. However this was not the case and now he knew what she wanted him to do. She wanted a portrait, a portrait of who? Her? Her boyfriend? her father? Some random guy walking down the street? By now he figured that keeping her outside might be slightly rude so he held back a sigh and slowly moved to walk back, opening the door all the way to allow her to step inside. The hand that had been inside the pocket of his jeans moved out and motioned for her to walk inside. Anthony had noticed the quick sweep he got from her eyes, but he figured she was criticizing his clothes rather than checking him out. Not that he minded, his clothes were just regular ones, no top designer clothes, and even if he could afford those, he wouldn't buy them. Chloes were just clothes, he could easily find good ones anywhere. What you bought, most of the time, was the name of the designer and some of the trends seemed dumb to his eyes. But hey, that was just his thought. "So you want a portrait?" he asked just to be clear. He waited patiently for her to step inside before closing the door and turning to look at her. "Of who?" he asked, she hadn't said a portrait of 'myself' so he wasn't sure who she wanted him to draw. Anthony waked slowly to the desk, taking a seat at the chair and he looked at her, resting his elbows on his knees, leaning forward as he looked at her. "You can sit if you want" he added; the space for her to sit consisted on a small couch on the far end and his bed. This girl needed to be more specific on what she wanted. Just pencil? With color? what size, any texture? full body, just her face? Details, he needed details. Maybe he should tell her that.
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Post by Madison Kay Rivard on Aug 23, 2012 16:59:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK, COME ON LET YOUR COLORS BURST. The Words: 511 The Outfit: click The Notes short post is short. .-. anthony was very correct in his thinking.. today was quite odd. i mean, how often was it that madison socialized with the loner? um, how about never. but in anycase, here she was, and she didn't intend to leave until the boy agreed to drawing a portrait of her. however, he didn't seem to be a very talkative person, and it made madison rather uncomfortable. she wasn't sure what he was thinking, and wasn't sure what to say. as the boy stood there looking at her, she just felt like disappearing. ugh. i hope this gets less awkward as soon as possible. the freshman thought to herself, her fingers twisting around a strand of her red hair as she waited for a response. would he just shoot her down right away? he didn't seem like that rude of a guy.. just.. quiet. nice enough, but shy.
glancing at her feet she took the time to stare at her black converse. not that they were exciting or new to her in any way, but looking at them at least gave her something to do as she awaited some type of a response from her classmate. thankfully, she heard him move and glanced up to seem him stepping out of the door way and inviting her in. the girl gave a polite nod to him and slipped into his dorm, walking around and glancing at the drawings on the walls. now that she was closer to them, she could see how amazing they were even more close up. they were breathtaking, and she hoped even more that anthony would agree to draw a portrait of her. surely he couldn't refuse if she offered him a large sum of money, right? as a highschooler, most everyone wanted some spare cash.. and hopefully anthony was no different.
moving her chocolate brown gaze to him as he began to question her, and she was more than happy to answer him, "Oh, myself.. I was thinking.. just, something in pencil. No color or anything, just something simple to hang in my dorm." the girl explained quickly, watching as anthony took a seat at his desk. he then offered her a seat, and madison gave a nod and glanced at her two choices. a couch and a bed. assuming that he'd feel a bit uncomfortable if she sat on his bed, the small girl sat elegantly on the couch, sitting up straight and crossing her legs as she always did. to say the least, she was very proper.. not that she would do unproper things. surely she had proved that, what with randomly showing up at anthony's door step. hopefully he didn't mind that so much, she truly didn't want to be a bother. but as a prep, the first thing she thought about was often not if she was going to be bothersome. truly, on her way here, she'd only been thinking about herself and the portrait she wanted. that doesn't make me selfish, does it? she wondered, shrugging it off as she paitently awaited a response from anthony. |
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 23, 2012 18:49:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]As long as Anthony loved to draw, and as his walls could tell that he obviously did loved to draw, he wasn't entirely sure about wanting to draw for Madison. For one reason or another she seemed like the type of girl who would throw a fit if the art work he would do didn't ended up in the exact same way as she wanted it. It was in that very same moment that Anthony realized maybe he was being too judgmental, he could give this girl the benefit of the doubt and if she ended up boring her to dead then he was going to simply open the door and ask her to leave. It was very difficult for anyone to actually push him over the edge, specially a lady. A small sigh escaped his lips while he sat there and looked at the girl who had now entered the room. Anthony was not unused to having a woman in his bedroom; he was no player, that was for sure but the guy was not a prude either. He did what he wanted and didn't really thought much on everything else, the boy really made sure the other person was on the same page as he was, so he wouldn't end up making anyone feel bad when things didn't end up working out. It seemed to always end up that way, not that he tried to make things like that, there was no possible way for him to want his relationships to end but that seemed to be the inevitable ending to all of his relationships whether he wanted it or not. Wait, why was he even thinking about his past female companions? The boy quickly push those thoughts away from his mind, there was no real reason for him to think about this at all. He should probably focus on the girl that was currently in his room. Madison, the prep. Was it bad to view her that way? Probably, so he decided to change it. Madison the senior. Yes that was better in her mind.
Oh but Madison was highly mistaken, Anthony could easily turn down the money. He was by no means searching to be rich or to have the most expensive things in the world. However, he did knew that he would like to have the money to open his gallery when school was over but he had saves up some money, however that dream had started to fade away with time. It was really sad if one thought about it, which was the reason why he tended not to think about it. A small sigh left his lips this time around, he continued to look at her, waiting for some of response on her part and when it finally arrived he nodded slightly. So she wanted a portrait of herself, to hang it in her dorm. Why would anyone want to have a picture of themselves? In some way he found that to be really weird, they could see themselves in the mirror every day why did you needed the portrait on the wall? He would rather have portrait of other people, or even a place or something of the matter but he was not going to say anything to her, he could always just stand here and do it. What was pushing him to do it though? It was probably because he had nothing to do, because he quite literally had been doing absolutely nothing until she came into the room. So, how bad could it be to draw her? Sure he was unsure as to whether she wanted to do that right now. Or if she wanted to meet up someplace else. At least she had given him enough details to know that she wanted only pencil and just a simple thing. That was good enough for him he supposed.
Anthony saw her take a seat at the couch and he looked at her for a few seconds, not checking her out but rather taking in the details of her face to see how long it might take him to draw her, since she wanted something simple it shouldn't take long. Or well, not that long at least he could do it today really. Her eyes would be tricky, they seemed to actually express some of her emotions, then her hair, it actually have a nice falling to it and he could easily do it he had dealt with more difficult hair in the past. Other than that he did felt the eyes would be the part that would take the longest to draw if one thought about it. "Alright" he said and then turned a little to the left to reach over for his sketch pad, he flipped the page to a blank one. He stared down at the page, actually picturing the entire thing there. "Do you want me to draw it now?" he asked her; he set the sketch pad on his lap and rolled up his sleeves, when that was taken care of he moved one hand to run across his hair, eyes glancing at her while he did. Anthony might not be popular, he might not have the charisma of other guys, but from what he had been told, he tended to have a sort of broody look to him; something that seemed mysterious and alluring at times. It was something he seem to think was rather absurd but it was there and he didn't thought much on it. He had almost reached for his pencils but he had stopped because he wanted to know the answer first. It would be better for her to want to do it now, because, well, that way she would not have to bee seen with him, or coming to his dorm again. It was a little insulting actually, her coming to ask for him to draw her and then not want to be seen with him; but he didn't really cared.
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Post by Madison Kay Rivard on Aug 23, 2012 20:45:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK, COME ON LET YOUR COLORS BURST. The Words: 554 The Outfit: click The Notes another short one.. as doubtful as anthony might have been about drawing madison, the girl would have done anything to get what she wanted.. typical prep, right? but anyways, it wasn't just that. something about art amazed her.. and she was almost anxious to see how this portrait would turn out. art was so much more glorious than even real life sometimes, and the freshman wanted badly to see how anthony would draw her. not that she would be upset if it didn't turn out to be what she had expected.. anthony was wrong about that part of her. she would certainly not throw a tantrum if it didn't fit her standards. though she might have done that in the past, this was different. if someone was actually willing to draw a portrait of her, she wouldn't much care if it turned out differently than she had imagined. all art was beautiful in its own way, and surely anthony's drawing would be simply amazing, if it was anything like his other pieces of work.
brown eyes lighting up as anthony simply agreed to draw her, the girl held in a squeal of delight. surely anthony would just be further annoyed with her if she made a big deal out of it.. so the sensible thing to do seemed to sit there and act cool, until she was presented with another question, which didn't take very long. thinking of what make-up she'd put on and how she'd simply left her hair down, madison wasn't quite sure she wanted to have the drawing done now, while she looked like this.. but then again, it would probably be more convenient for the artist if they just got it over with now. and she certainly didn't want to add any more work to what anthony had to do, so she nodded and said, "Um, yea. Now is as good of time as any."
shifting her weight, she looked at anthony as the boy seemed to study her face, clearly for the drawing that he was about to do. the whole thing was a bit strange to madison.. typically she didn't just have guys studying every aspect of her facial features, though she didn't mind. it was all in the spirit of art, of course! though this gave her a slight oppurtunity to confirm what people said about him having a mysterious and alluring look. it quite honestly drew madison to him, even if he was nothing like her type.. they were so different. she was near the top of the popular food chain, while anthony was near the bottom. she was loud and anthony was quiet.. but, why was she thinking about him in such terms anyways? had she completely lost her head?
shrugging the thoughts away, the red head looked down at the sketch pad that anthony had in his hands, and watched as he reached for pencils. madison couldn't decide if he was actually excited to do this, or just wanted to get it over with.. probably just wanted to get it over with. but either way, she was more than excited, and squirmed a tiny bit in the couch, her eyes lighting up with emotions.. enthusiasm, excitement, and wonder, to name a few. anthony probably had no idea how happy madison was that he had agreed to draw her.
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Post by anthony DAI JAGIELSKI on Aug 24, 2012 12:30:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]Anthony was not very selective with what he drew, he could easily just pick a glass and draw that if he was bored enough. So he had no real problem with drawing the girl that had suddenly stood at her doorsteps asking for a portrait of herself. It was just going to be like anything else; he would have to see it as the time when Evan asked him to draw on her ukulele; although that had been different for sure because with Evan he had managed to actually have a really nice and calm conversation opposite to what was happning right now because this seemed, on one way or another, a little more formal in his eyes. She had come, asked for a portrait, and he had accepted, now they talked about how she wanted it and he was once more waiting for an answer on her part that would provide him with the green light. Yes, this felt a hundred times more formal than how things had gone with Evan but he guessed there was nothing wrong with that happening. So he took a deep breath and lightly brushed his fingers over the paper, waiting once more for her to decide whether or not she was fine with doing this drawing right now or not.
To be honest it would be best if she agreed, not because it would save her from possibly being caught here a second time, no, but because he was well rested, quite literally for he had been doing nothing the entire morning and so he was fresh and ready to draw. Now that he thinks about it it had been rather convenient for her to come today. Another day he would have been at the boardwalk, maybe even at the coffee shop or who knows, just not here that was the point he was trying to make. It always amazed him how some things tended to work out, this time things were working out for her since she was the one who wanted the drawing and he was just the way for her to obtain it. Although, being honest, Anthony didn't minded one bit. He had never drawn anyone with her bone structure, so that provided him with a bit of a challenge.
Finally the answer came and he nodded once. He got the green light, that was what he had been aiming for the entire time. "Alright" he said, apparently that was the spoken word of the day for him. He stood up from his seat, easily moving towards the window of the room and he pulled the curtains open, his room was one of the few that actually had windows and he was very pleased for that because it helped with the lighting in the room. As that was taken cared off he then moved to his desk once more and he pulled out a metallic box in which he had all of his pencils. Anthony held that in one hand, slid his sketchpad under his arm and then held the chair with his free hand and pulled it closer to where Madison was. Keeping a good decent distance from her, but still being closer he set the chair down, letting the box on the bed next to him and he was about to take a seat when he stopped himself. The guy set the sketch pad down on the chair "You want just your face right?" he asked her as he moved to the desk once more and he moved a few papers around here and there. He sighed as he continued to look around then finally he saw what he was looking for. One of the erasers he was going to need. With that in hand he turned around to go back to the seat. He settled there, sketchpad in hand, he reached for his B pencil and then up at her. "So, just don't move around a lot" he said with a slight nod before moving his hand and starting to draw her.
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