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Post by leotide on Feb 6, 2008 14:18:57 GMT
Leotode walked into the room quietly, paper under one arm and a pencil behind her ear. This was what she would do when nobody else wanted her for anything. Sitting down on a gray stood blotted with paint Leo put her paper and dull pencil on the table in front of her. She stood up once more ang grabbed her pencil off the table, she walked to the side of the room where the pencil sharpener was and stuck her dull pencil inside of it and began to crank the wheel. The brown haired girl took the pencil out of the sharpener and tossed her ponytail. Leo then returned to her seat.
Leo was wearing blue jean shorts and a black tank top. Her brown hair was up in a ponytail and her skin was a coppery brown. Her deep green eyes flashed in the half light as she put the now sharp pencil to the paper. All that could be heard was paper being torn out and a pencil scratching the paper as she drew. She didn't know what she was drawing.
Soon a figure emerged from the lines of gray and white. It was a small boy playing tag with a young girl. Leo smiled at the picture and sighned it with her sloppy handwriting. Leo turned the picutre face down and pulled out yet another piece of paper...
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Post by _KAT on Feb 6, 2008 18:28:47 GMT
MARK. The usual array of sketchbooks and untidily-folded pieces of paper were clutched to Mark's chest as her shouldered open the door to the art room. It was chilly, but bright and shafts of light flitered through the art room windows. Mark had a free lesson, and as always, he was planning to spend it in the art room. Mark had always loved art, probably the reason he ran the art club, and was always to be found at lunchtimes sitting in the art room drawing or sewing. Mark was sometimes mistaken for being gay, being so good at sewing and sketching and wanting to persue costume design, and having lots of female friends, but in reality it was just his passion. And the friends were just that: friends. Mark hadn't yet found the girl he wanted as more than that.
He flashed smiles at the people who glanced up, and most returned them, considering him a familiar face. He scanned the room, looking for someone he knew well enough to sit next to. Instead, his eye was caught by another girl. She was sitting by herself, and Mark was immediately drawn to her like he was often drawn to strangers in the art room. He supposed, in a way, he almost thought of it as his art room despite not even being in his final year, and anyone he hadn't seen before was an interest to him. She dressed simply, and had her hair tied back; a good idea in the art room. She was obviously scribbling something down on her drawing before she turned it over and pulled out another piece of paper. He crossed the room, wending his way in and out of the tables until he reached her. Then, putting down his books on the desk, he pulled up a chair next to her. "Hey," he said casually, "Mark Spencer. What're you drawing?" SAY CHEESE. [/font][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by leotide on Feb 13, 2008 23:51:41 GMT
Leo looked up at the boy, Mark Spencer was his name. She looked down to the blank page before her and gave a sheepish smile, she loved to draw but she never had the guts to show her drawings to anyone.
Oh, hi, my name's Leotode but please call me Leo.
Her brown hair dangled limply in a ponytail as she gave a small smile. Her face was very tan, maybe she should wear makeup, that was a thought but that thought left her head almost immediately. So, she was sitting here with a blank piece of paper talking to a really cute guy. How much worse could it get?
I was drawing a couple of kids playing tag...
Her smile left her face and a look of concern crossed it instead. Would he want to see it? Maybe he would, then what would she do, tell him she didn't want to show it to him? But, maybe she would have to show him. It would be a first for Leo. Maybe she'd get a boyfriend too, but that was something that had only happened once, and she broke up with him after the incident...
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