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Post by Daniella on Jun 2, 2006 20:31:14 GMT -5
((Cheesy title i know..))
Zarek lead her down hallways that twisted and turned till they reached the end of a dusty aired hall. Zarek pulled out a key with a long red tassel and unlocked the door. It swung open to reveal a small living space. A warn over stuffed chair sat in the far corner alcove with many book cases lining the walls around it. A desk with several art supplies rested up against a windowed wall. A bed to the left and an antique rug lay in the middle of the floor... Also, there where what seemed to be old red stage curtains hanging from the ceiling in various places giving it a crowded/cozy look. "Welcome to my humble abode." He jokingly gestured her inside with a low bow and a wave of his arm.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jun 2, 2006 23:50:36 GMT -5
(((I love the title, but I would of had "Making Art, Not War," but that's just me being stupid!)))
"Ah, finally I see where the artist sleeps, dreaming of his creations yet to be!" Jeanne teased. She walked around, observing everything then stopped in the middle of the room. "It is a lovely room," she said with a smile.
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Post by Daniella on Jun 3, 2006 12:54:21 GMT -5
"Thank you," He said as he walked over to the window and pulled the blinds. "It does tend to get a bit musty though." Zarek picked up a paint box and rummaged through the drawers of the desk for a empty canvas. he pulled several of the same out of the way. A girl with long straight hair and slender features. "Ah, here we are." He said as he turned around to face Jeanne.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jun 3, 2006 13:08:16 GMT -5
Jeanne took an interest at the pictures that he had pushed aside. "Who's that?" she asked, trying to see them.
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Post by Daniella on Jun 3, 2006 19:55:25 GMT -5
Zarek glanced over at them and tried to place them back into the drawer. "They are nothing important, just sketches." He said a bit hastily as he closed the cabnet.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jun 3, 2006 19:58:51 GMT -5
"Oh, ok." Jeanne tried to forget about them, though she was still curious. "So, what should I do?"
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Post by Daniella on Jun 3, 2006 23:32:57 GMT -5
Zarek put a hand to his chin, "Well, would you like to be sitting or standing...or i suppose you could always lie down...but, that's not always the best." He paused, "Things tend to come out odd." he said looking into a corner of his room, as if remembering a time when this happened. "I personally think you would look good anyway you choose."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jun 3, 2006 23:35:56 GMT -5
"I'll sit?" Jeanne asked. "Where?" She was feeling a little shy at the moment and she pushed some hair behind her ear.
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Post by Daniella on Jun 3, 2006 23:41:56 GMT -5
"Well, theres the chair." He pointed to the fluffy old thing half hidden by a curtain. "Or this chair," He pulled out the desk seat. "Or there's always the bed." Zarek started unscrewing paint jar lids and wetting his brushes in a cup of water that sat on the desk top.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jun 3, 2006 23:43:43 GMT -5
"I think it will be more comfortable on the bed. Chair's too hard." Jeanne skipped over to the bed and sat down in a huff.
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Post by Daniella on Jun 4, 2006 0:23:28 GMT -5
Zarek had been mixing paint on a paint board and looked up as she spoke. "Alright." He said as his continued mixing.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jun 4, 2006 10:14:06 GMT -5
"Ok." Jeanne absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair as she made herself comfortable.
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Post by Daniella on Jun 4, 2006 13:23:41 GMT -5
Zarek pulled the desk chair further into the middle of the room, set up a stand. He sat down and rested the paint board on his knee.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jun 4, 2006 14:18:30 GMT -5
Jeanne crossed her legs and positioned herself. "Is this ok?" she asked.
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Post by Daniella on Jun 4, 2006 17:23:24 GMT -5
"Yes that's fine," Zarek smiled, "The folds in your dress compliment your face." he grinned. Zarek dabbed the paint brush on the canvas as he started to work. He looked up at Jeanne from time to time to compare his progress but, also cause he couldn't help himself.
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