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| Kallisti | Nov 22 2010, 10:56 PM Post #1 |
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The morning was cool and barely windy - an unusual change in the weather for Nevada, but not too terribly uncommon. The sun seemed tired as it passed the horizon steadily, as if bringing light and heat to the city was an unwanted chore when it could have been sleeping instead. The city seemed asleep as well still, the hustle and bustle of the town starting just after six-thirty most days. Miru found herself at school early, wanting to finish a painting she'd began the week before of the town at sunrise. She had to get the lighting just right or her picture would not have the realism she wanted, so she'd stopped painting after only a half hour each day in order to preserve the colors and tone of the day. True, she could have just called the image to her mind... but it was more fun this way. Besides, she liked waking up early and watching people rouse themselves from their dreams and start their days. Her painting was far from done - she'd need another couple days at least before she could give it to the art instructor for critique, but already it was looking wonderful. The midnight blue-violet western sky warming into azure before brightening into warm yellow and white at the eastern horizon, the sleepy sun as it roused itself with the people, the long shadows cast by the spindly buildings of Death City, and of course the unique angle of the twining streets below from her lofty vantage point. The details were all that were truly left; proper shading had been finished yesterday, leaving only the gleams of windows and subtle shadows of early risers for tomorrow. Now, she worked on the delicate outlines of barely visible cobblestones and shingles, making each shape as clear and defined as she could. For her, it was practice and fun - once it was finished, it would be a work of art to be admired. "Hmm..." She frowned, tapping the watercolor pencil she was using against her pale pink lips, her faded eyes scanning the picture in concentration. Had she passed the time again? Glancing at the watch on her left wrist, she confirmed that she had a bit more time left before she needed to head down to class. As she stared down at the streets, though, the shadows had moved and people were starting to make their way to the school and various jobs. Miru sighed, then placed her pencil back into its case with its companions. The rest would have to wait until tomorrow. So caught up was she in putting her supplies away, she didn't notice anyone behind her at the door, nor was she aware that (somehow) she was being observed. OOC
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| zippy_zippy_no | Nov 24 2010, 01:56 PM Post #2 |
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Bo yawned, knowing it was nearly time for him to go to sleep. The impish boy spent most nights breaking into people's houses and cleaning. He was always very secretive about his activities, but a few of his more regular targets were well aware of the night time visits. Many welcomed a mysterious late night janitor who did the job and asked nothing in return except a few pieces of food here and there. If nothing else it kept the young meister busy. Something else that was keeping Bo busy these days was a strange girl who had started showing up on his rooftops. The teen yawned again, cupping a hand over his mouth to mute the noise he was making. The first day he'd seen her, she had been just finishing up. Curious, but not overly so, Bo had continued on his way. The next day he'd stayed a while and watched as the beginnings of a picture blossomed over her canvas. It was somewhat mesmerising to watch as the details were filled in, and the picture began to have a life of its own, emanating a warm glow that was almost tangible. Bo wondered why the artist was always sitting down when it must surely be a better view from a standing position. Sadly he had come in late again, and left while Miru was still packing up. He didn't wish to be caught watching as she created her picture, it was too much like prying into a highly personal activity, and felt somehow wrong, as though Bo should have asked for an invitation first. In any case the dark skinned teen's curiosity was well and truly piqued. That morning, Bo had finished his nightly rounds early. Although he would never dream of skimping on his work, he had started early and put in an extra effort to finish as quickly as possible. The dark skinned meister was rewarded with a choice view of the picture and its creator. He had settled down with an apple and levelled his green gaze at the slowly materialising image, intent on seeing how it turned out. Miru seemed to be extremely focused while drawing, and it was fascinating to see the dawn as she did. It also meant that she was unlikely to notice one green eyed, dark skinned, scruffily clothed observer intruding on her activities. Unfortunately Bo found that he'd spent too much time awake recently, having started cleaning early to finish early, and despite his interest, his eyes couldn't help but close as the meister fell prey to sleep. He woke once more to find the girl packing up – again. Before he could moderate his behaviour the meister groaned with disappointment. Realising he may have given his position away, the teen's eyes flew open as the last dregs of sleep were flushed away. Hastily he scrambled backwards, moving around to the other side of the conical roof on which he was lying. The half eaten apple that had been in his hand even as he'd fallen asleep, but that had been released absent mindedly as he awoke, rolled erratically down the red tiled roof, freed of its anchor, until it propelled itself a short distance outwards and quite a way down to fall with a loud 'crunch' onto the balcony below.
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| Kallisti | Nov 24 2010, 10:19 PM Post #3 |
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The groan from behind startled the blonde, but she wasn't afraid. Turning, she caught sight of the half-eaten fruit fall with a crunch on the cobblestones, then looked up at the crimson spires above her. Lifting herself slightly to turn in her seat, she looked about carefully, curious. Was someone... watching me? This was a new concept, as Miru had hardly ever been noticed in her life (except by her family) and she broke into a hopeful smile at the thought. Clearing her throat softly, she took a breath and hoped her voice stayed with her. "Hello?" The soft voice was barely loud enough to penetrate the still silence of the morning, but still she called quietly out to her mysterious observer. "Is someone there? You can come out if you'd like; I'm not upset." Though her supplies were put away and her backpack resting in its usual spot on her wheelchair back, the lap easel and painting were still out, the paints slowly drying in the brightening daylight. Edited by Kallisti, Nov 24 2010, 10:34 PM.
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| zippy_zippy_no | Nov 25 2010, 08:52 AM Post #4 |
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”Hello?” 'Boob' cursed Bo in the privacy of his own mind. It wasn't that he was adverse to meeting new people... okay yes actually he was adverse to meeting new people. Mostly when he was met by someone who he'd been intruding on, defenestration was their first inclination, although it may have had something to do with the fact that he met most new people at night, in their own home, and rather by surprise. "Is someone there? You can come out if you'd like; I'm not upset. continued the girl, quite oblivious to the close scrutiny her tone and words were treated to at the receiving end. She hadn't seen him so it would be easy to flee now, and never suffer the consequences. On the other hand she'd said she wasn't upset, making it unlikely that Bo was about to be horribly beaten by some crazy, overpowered Shibusen student who felt they owned the balcony (and there were plenty of those, namely ones with blue hair and a God complex). The boy paused for a moment, struggling against his natural inclination to run away from a social encounter. In the background the raucous chuckle of the sun was just warming up for the day, as the light it provided flooded the streets below, peeking in windows and generally making itself a nuisance to those who liked to sleep in. Slowly Bo crept forward on the rooftop. Erasmus, his partner, would not be pleased if he ever heard that Bo had been watching people at their personal work and not introducing himself. The demon firelance often drummed lessons related to unspoken social rules into Bo's head via a torrent of verbal diarrhoea that could last for an impressively long time. The teen poked his head over the white ledge that circled the roof, blinking owlishly at the girl who sat far below. “Hello” he said, not quite managing to remove all traces of reluctance from his tone. A slight breeze ruffled the teen's short blonde hair as he looked down, causing it to wave about like wheat in a field. Feeling that more was perhaps required than a simple salutation, the boy thought a little harder, finally managing, “I'm Bo. I like your picture.” With that he shyly ducked his head back behind the rooftop, before remembering that he was supposed to be not hiding or fleeing. He ducked his head back into view, pretending nothing had happened. It didn't seem that the girl was angry – she wasn't even standing up, although the more Bo looked at her seat the more he wondered if she was ever going to stand up. The seat was equipped with large obvious wheels. It took the teen a second or two but eventually he made the connection with a few other similar devices he'd seen once or twice. They had been motorised, and filled with an old person, so he hadn't immediately recognised the wheelchair for what it really was. “Um.. I'm coming down now.” The meister scrambled backwards, retreating from view once again, before vaulting over the edge, and leaping down to the balcony. Where once he might have rolled to absorb the impact, his legs were now strong enough to do the task without damage. Seeing that the apple was quite near his feet, Bo picked it up and dusted it off on his scruffy looking vest. The teen was wearing his thick leather bandoleer, with his precious broom slung on the back, along with an array of spray bottles filled with strange and mysterious cleaning fluids of many and varied unnatural colours. His clothes were far too small for him, and covered in patches and repairs from his now numerous missions. His hair was an uncontrolled mess, as it always was, and a long scar ran down the right side of his face – obviously quite fresh. In all he looked like a recolour of about half the population of Shibusen. Bo tried to keep his gaze on the girl's face, as was polite, but his green eyes continually roved down to glance at the picture that sat on her lap. It was much more interesting up close, because he could see more of the detail that was in the work. It was difficult to keep his mind from wandering, and forgetting that he had even seen the girl. If not for her physical presence right in front of him, Bo might have wandered away absent mindedly wondering what he had been doing falling asleep on the roof. The picture was something else, however. It was very solid, and very interesting – something that would not easily leave his thoughts, and something that could be readily focused upon. “This picture has been... You've been making this picture for... I saw this picture yesterday, and the day before.” admitted Bo awkwardly, screwing up his face in concentration. The memories were somewhat elusive. “It's very nice.” He added, wondering if now was a good time to be leaving. The teen glanced down at his feet feeling that perhaps it would have been better if he'd stayed hidden. Talking, and otherwise interacting with people wasn't his strong point. “Um I'm sorry if it is rude to watch while you paint but it was very interesting, so I did. I have an apple if you want? - I mean another apple that hasn't been eaten yet.” The apple idea was, Bo thought, a stroke of genius. Who wouldn't want a tasty apple early in the morning? It was surely the best peace offering that he'd made thus far in all of his encounters with new people. He fished the apple in question out of a front pouch in his bandoleer that was otherwise reserved only for his demon tool, the Woven Doctor. It was a pale pink, streaked with light yellow that shone invitingly in the morning sunlight, and had not yet been cut into nor eaten, although it was a little bruised in one small area. Edited by zippy_zippy_no, Nov 25 2010, 08:54 AM.
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| Kallisti | Nov 25 2010, 07:15 PM Post #5 |
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The appearance of the young man was only slightly more surprising than the fact that she'd been watched, and his admission that he'd been watching her paint for a few days was almost more shocking still. Miru smiled and pulled the wheels backwards a little, then turned the chair around so she may face him. As usual on a school day, she wore the standard DWMA uniform - a long, pleated plaid skirt; pale yellow vest; white Oxford shirt; a neat and proper tie; and her long almost-white hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, bangs hanging around her pale visage at equal length. The only detraction from the standard were her feet - bare of shoe, but with black and white striped socks covering to the knee. In her lap, the painting seemed to be drawing the boy's attention, and she searched her memory for the lad's face, recalling only seeing him briefly in the hallways. At the offer of the apple, her expression of surprise shifted to that of gratitude. "Thank you; that's very kind of you," she answered, a hand resting delicately on her chest in a slight concession, as if she were politely bowing at the display of generosity. Taking the apple from him was an equally delicate procedure, and she held it to her lips for a moment (savoring the scent of the fresh fruit) before taking a small bite of it. "It's delicious!" The warm smile expressed her excitement more than her soft voice, but her tone was just as kind and grateful. As she nibbled further on the sweet fruit, she noticed his straying glance to the painting and turned it around for him to see more clearly. "Here, take a closer look. It's not done, but seeing it from afar shows little detail." She wasn't upset at all - more intrigued than anything. She'd been all but ignored while living in Shibusen, and while that suited her just fine, it chanced being a little lonely. Actually hearing direct praise of her work -and an incomplete work at that!- was refreshing and very liberating. |
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| zippy_zippy_no | Nov 25 2010, 10:31 PM Post #6 |
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Bo grinned widely, reverting to his typical expression of over-exaggerated exuberance. With the peace offering accepted, he could relax. His posture became more casual, as he was reassured that there would be no running or fighting. Of course she liked the apple, who wouldn't? With the painting dividing his attention it was difficult to keep this strange girl in the front of his mind. She was almost invisible, as though she paled into the background every time Bo thought of something else. Although at first it had seemed very natural, but Bo's paranoia was rivalled only by Alexander, a fat Russian teacher who slept with one eye open, and treated everything new with suspicion. The teen frowned, wondering why it was so easy to forget about the girl when usually he had a good memory for faces, if not names. Wait had she told him her name? Bo tried to recall if such knowledge had been imparted, but was unable to. "Here, take a closer look. It's not done, but seeing it from afar shows little detail." Distracted again, Bo squatted to be at a more comfortable level for viewing. His curious gaze roamed over the page, taking in the details of the picture and committing them to memory. He especially liked how the streets seemed to come alive. He also enjoyed the colour of the sky – having often been awake at dawn, he could appreciate how Miru had managed to portray the sky in all of its casual beauty. It was almost the same kind of sky as the boy saw in his soul room, and he was in awe that anyone could capture such a thing in a picture, even an unfinished one. Feeling a little awkward, Bo placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself back up. The meister scratched his head thoughtfully, closing one eye and looking at Miru through the other, trying to block out everything else that he could see, and focus only on the person in front of him, in order to commit her face to his memory. “What is your name. You haven't told me yet I think.” he asked bluntly. The teen put his hands on his hips, determined to listen to, and remember the name that was given. He didn't like it when his mind played tricks on him, and he was starting to wonder why it was that he seemed so dozy when it came to the girl's details. |
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| Kallisti | Nov 26 2010, 10:13 PM Post #7 |
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The young girl giggled softly at the thought - of course; she'd almost forgotten the difficulty people had remembering her. He'd been paying so much attention to her and her painting that the knowledge of her "affliction" had been pushed away for a little while. Calming her laughter, she sighed and smiled at him again. "My name is Miru. How about you? I don't think I've seen you in class." She could tell he was trying very hard to remember her, and inwardly she felt a slight twang of guilt. If only she could turn off this ability just for a little while... No; she belonged on the sidelines. Shinigami-sama had told her that her ability would be useful in the future, but just to be patient now. Still, she couldn't help but regret that people had to work so hard to remember things about her, especially when she wanted them to. |
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| zippy_zippy_no | Nov 27 2010, 01:43 AM Post #8 |
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"My name is Miru. How about you? I don't think I've seen you in class.” Bo frowned, almost sure he'd already mentioned his name, but with his memory playing up like it was, who knew? “I'm Bo. I go to Alexander's classes, but I don't like the other ones so I don't go to them... usually. I'm a meister.” Keeping one eye closed to block out peripheral stimuli, the teen pulled out a dog eared sketch pad. The front cover was missing, and on the first page there was 'Book' written in a neat cursive text, above a picture of a stick man that had been crossed out, and a picture of a book. On the book there was a crude drawing of a pair of breasts and next to the obvious addition was the word 'B o 0 B. It was not exactly the most flattering impression one could make, but the page was very important to Bo personally so he hadn't removed it from his book. The teen flipped the page over to reveal a second page had already been scrawled on, most prominently with the word B o 0 “Do you mind if I borrow some of your colours? I'll be careful with them.” Bo didn't bother explaining what he wanted them for. He didn't think it was necessary. He also didn't consider that Miru might have had somewhere to go or something to do – she seemed the type who would always be early to class and who might otherwise be busy getting ready for the day, but Bo could be a little absent minded about such things because his days usually started at dusk. |
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| Kallisti | Nov 27 2010, 02:14 AM Post #9 |
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Miru started at him mentioning his name again, realizing that he had before. I must have been so distracted, it slipped my mind. How rude of me... Before she could apologize for this, she noticed him pulling out a notebook of his own, flopping on the ground in a rather uncaring manner, as if there was no need for him to be careful. Which, she supposed, there wasn't. It wasn't as if the cobblestones were going to be hurt any by him flopping casually into them. When he asked for some colors, she only nodded, reaching around for her bag once again. She carefully dug through the sack until she found what she was looking for; an old, if very well-loved watercolor pencil set. She handed the pencils over, happy they'd go to someone who would care for them. As she did, however, the bell to warn students of the ten minutes before class rang out. She stared up with wide eyes at the bell-tower, wondering how she'd lost track of the time so quickly. "Oh dear..." She hesitated, looking from left to right, then smiled sheepishly at Bo. "I'm so sorry, but I have to be off to class... You can keep those, if you'd like." Maneuvering her chair deftly, Miru rolled over to the door, then paused, calling back as loudly as she could (which was still quite soft), "I'll be back tomorrow morning. I hope to see you then!" Color flushing to her cheeks, the girl then departed, heading off for homeroom as quickly as she could. This boy... maybe he'd remember her... |
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| zippy_zippy_no | Nov 27 2010, 03:42 AM Post #10 |
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Miru hurried away, leaving Bo furiously scribbling on his sketchbook. The teen was extraordinarily grateful for the watercolour pencils Miru had given him. He liked art, even if a lot of art was (to him) just a sort of controlled mess. He'd never had his own pencils before, or rather, he hadn't ever noticed having his own pencils, so it was somewhat amazing to see so many colours. He felt a little uneasy to think that they had been given to him by someone he couldn't hold in his memory very well, but if all went to plan then that would soon change. He had to get down his ideas before they fled along with the wheelchaired girl. The next morning the teen came back. He was irritated at how vague his memories were, and was determined to beat them and remember things as they should be. As he had the day before, Bo brought an apple, and an extra apple for Miru. Somewhat shyly he had spent much of his time out of sight. The teen laboured hard and long at his task, with tongue stuck out the side of his mouth for extra powers of concentration – he had never been one for drawing, and drawing he was. The (very) limited extent of his prowess stretch to badly formed stick figures at best. This, however was important. Hence he had started off trying to draw a framework for the picture, and when he had been happy with it he started filling in more of the details. In the end, he came out with a rather poorly drawn, incorrectly labelled picture of Miru. Never the less, the teen had never drawn anything quite so well and in his eyes it was indeed a fantastic portrait, exquisite in detail – it practically leapt from the page. The title of the picture was similarly brilliant. Bo had but a handful of letters at his disposal, but he was certain that he'd nailed Miru's name (albeit after a very long time carefully considering each separate part of the word). His eyes didn't really take in the smudges, the wobbly lines, or the bleeding colours, but they saw through the actual image to what he pictured in his mind's eye. With his small painting, the subject of said picture was burned into Bo's memory, perhaps not very well, but at least it was a long way past forgettable – and if he needed reminding, well! It would be right there in front of him. Bo tucked the pencils away carefully in his bandoleer, in the same pocket as his sketch pad. He thought briefly of keeping them in his treasured items area, along with the silver pine cone, the kishin-egg scale, A fat wax seal, and various other nicknacks he'd picked up on his adventures, but in the end he decided pencils were for using, and that is what he would do with them – hence they would stay on his person. He wandered out to Miru and offered her an apple with a pleased grin, sharing with her the view of the city below. ![]()
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