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Post by silver on May 21, 2012 23:21:01 GMT -5
Ash was fond of the mountains, and some of her most favorite places were right on one of the Hiking Trails of the Hollow. It was December so a cold chill was in the air, and pure white snow blanketed the places on the ground where the canopy did not cover the cold ground. Patches of snow crunched beneath Ashlyn's heavy combat boots as she walked along one of the trails. Her icy blue eyes were as cold as the atmosphere around her, and a chilly breeze blew towards her way. It didn't seem to affect the young girl, though. Some reason might be because she was used to cold weather, another could be because her personality could be even colder, but the actual reason was most likely because Ash knew how to control the wind itself. Ash's day was alright so far, not too many fights to her disappointment, but not too many people tried to irk her anyhow.
As she reached a flight of stairs, Ash glanced up them before placing her right hand on the railing. As she began walking up the steps, she tightened her grip on the sketch pad she held with her left hand. She was mainly going to this favorite place of hers to see if she could get a few sketches in while the snow was still thick. Another zephyr blew against her face causing her wavy brown hair to be blown behind her. Finally reaching the top, Ash took a quick glance left and right to assure she was alone before walking towards a railing that overlooked a beautiful mountain view. The trees that inhabited the mountains ahead were blanketed with snow, and the sky had light grey clouds overhead, showing the possibility of a snow shower.
Ash sighed softly at the sight. Normally, the girl wouldn't be showing her soft side. She would often just be brushing people off and giving them a cold glance, but the beautiful scenery just made her feel content. Standing in front of one of the wooden benches, Ash brushed the layer of snow off the wood and sat down. She opened her sketchbook to one of the empty pages before slipping her pencil out of the leather compartment on the side of the book. Ash glanced up at the scenery ahead as she tugged on her thin winter coat. After studying the basic shapes and landscapes of the scene, Ash then glanced down on the paper and gave it a determined look.
After a short nod, Ash squeezed the pencil in her hand lightly before beginning to do a rough sketch of the land. It had been a while wife she had really got down a detailed landscape in her sketch pad, and thus Ash had her mind set on getting this done. It was only a bit after noon so she had plenty of time before sunset. Being so engrossed with her sketch, Ash had left herself somewhat vulnerable. She didn't pay attention to anything else but what she was making. So much so, she hadn't even noticed when someone had walked up the steps and joined her. She hadn't even noticed it when snow began to drift down from the sky ever so lightly.
Glancing quickly up at the portion of mountain that Ash was drawing, she realized that the proportion was somewhat off, but the sketch was still rather good. Nonetheless, an evident from appeared on Ash's face. "This isn't good enough," she muttered to herself irritatedly, thinking she was alone. It took a moment before Ash had finally registered snow was falling from the sky. She sighed softly, and her breath was evident as though mist came from her mouth. She enjoyed snow, but now she had to think of a way to put them into her sketch.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 22, 2012 12:59:48 GMT -5
Nell threw the strand of garland over her shoulder, wearing it like a scarf. On her knees in front of the box, she dug through some more, pulling out another strand of garand, pusring her lips as she wondered what to do with it. The girl hopped up and tossed it over the entertainment center. ”Voilaa!” she said to Hannah, who was painting her nails on the couch, feet on the coffee table. A few more bows went up after that, lights bolstered to windows with a nailgun, and the group home was looking like a home. A home with a demented interior decorator.
Leana entered minutes later, a magazine in one had and a poptart in the other. She looked up, around, until her eyes fell on the garland wreathed brunette. ”The fuck did you do?” she questioned and Nell beamed with a toothy grin. ”Decorate!” she cried, throwing her arms wide. Leana walked over to the entertainment center and yanked off a strand of garland. ”You realize you’re supposed to use the nailgun for these?” Nell blinked. Oops. ”Innovation!” she cried next and the Puerto Rican girl looked at the box. ”Where’d you get all these?” Nell pulled out tree ornaments, inspecting them. ”I have my ways.” Leana shook her head. ”Your answer for everything.” Along with “it’s complicated,” but Nell would nto add that for comedic effect.
A few more decorations and Nell was out for the day, trailing hugs and well-wishes behind her. She paused outside the door, resting her back against it. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to bring back memories of the freezing New York winters. Imagies of two little girls wrapped up in threadbare blankets came to mind, Campbell’s soup cans and black-slushed snow on the city streets. She opened her eyes, gazing at the pale blue sky. A Rafael sky. No snow, that was good. She got in her car and started it up. Or, accurately, tried. It gave a false growl and died out before she could even get it into reverse. She knew immediately what the problem was, even before she got out and popped the hood. The engine was frozen. Instead of taking it to the shop, she decided to just tell Josh to heat it up later. Saved afew bucks. She couldn’t wait until Lucille was finished. Well, she honestly could. Her patience allowed her to restore the car which was taking quite a bit of time.
It looked like she was walking, hands deep in her jacket pockets, collar popped to cover her smarting ears. The snow crunched beneath her boots as she walked the street, paying only half a mind to the glitter on her clothes from the decorations. There were little signs of plant life in the city, but she kept a half-smile on her face until she found the quiet halcyon of the hiking trails. Only nature spoke here. It was a strange place for her sometimes, Canada. Its mountains and trees and nature—it was hard to miss New York in a place that suited her so much better. She walked up the trail until she found the path she wanted. It took quite a bit because her directional senses were sub par, but she began her journey up to the steps to the outlook she was so fond of. Or at least, what she hoped. She could never be sure of when she’d end up lost.
It was on the last step that she saw a girl, at first looking as if she were just enjoying the view. Nell tilted her head, standing behind a tree slightly. She then noticed the girl’s hand moving and it occurred to her that she was sketching. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to the Earth girl—she had met Bastian when she’d stumbled upon him sketching.
After she heard the girl speak, she figured she might as well stop being a creep and approach. She half-hopped up to her, arms out at her side. ”Hiya!” she greeted. ”Not a lot of people come up her during wintertime, so I’m surprised to see you here.” Nell didn’t add in that she was also here which was strange, but she figured she might as well leave that out. ”So are you an artist?” Artists amazed her, impressed her. She had an interest in it, but then again, she had an interest in everything. There was nothing in life that she didn’t have a passion for. She sat down on the bench, looking out at the view. ”Snow,” she observed, tilting her head back to watch the white specks as they floated down to earth.
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Post by silver on May 23, 2012 22:41:13 GMT -5
The wheels in Ash's mind turned quickly as she tried to think of various ways she could add the snow to her black-and-white art on the sketch pad placed on her lap. Her icy blue eyes scanned the view intently before they softened slightly averting their gaze from the trees to the paper. Another puff of mist came from her mouth as Ash exhaled in a deep sigh. She was going to do this despite however long it took, and nothing was going to stop her, or so she thought. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a sound of another person's voice was heard from behind her.
Although barely noticeable, Ash's shoulders sagged as she turned to face the direction of where the girl was. Her lips were pressed into a firm line, and her blue eyes were emotionless as Ash seemed to scan every small detail of appearance of the girl. It was a habit that she did not intend to break whether people like it or not. She had brown hair and eyes and, from what Ash could tell from her sudden greeting, a bubbly personality. Well, despite the fact her peaceful state of mind was considerably interrupted, Ash just decided to brush it off. Her keen gaze was then moved back to the scenery, but the girl's voice still rang through Ash's ears.
Ash definitely wasn't fond of company, but she wanted to finish this sketch more than she wanted to get up and leave the girl. Tilting her head to the side slightly, Ash tried to focus on her task at hand. At the mention of her presence here in the outlook, Ash sighed softly, letting mist come from her mouth. That's actually the reason she was here. Ash wanted to be alone, but people just seem to fall out of the sky when you don't want them too. Another cold wind seemed to blow against Ash's face as she let her voice speak her thoughts. "You're here too,"
[/b]she said bluntly, pointing out a fact she seemed to have left out. Ash was being her frank self, but it didn't seem to bother her as she began to draw again. Her pencil began to glide over the paper again smoothly, as the brunette, who seemed older than Ash actually, asked a rather evident question. Inwardly, Ash rolled her eyes at the inquiring of the girl, but showed no outward reaction. "Yes, I am," she said, assuring the girl that she was an artist. She had been for some time now. Ever since she was at least six-years-old actually. Though it was rare she would barely tell anyone, perhaps for once, Ash's simple replies could make a person run out of questions so much that they would keep quiet. At least, that what the Wind girl hoped. At the mention of snow, Ash narrowed her eyes in irritation. She wanted to get a sketch of something that was that was exactly in front of her, but seeing that snow fell, she wasn't able to capture that. "The menace falling out of the sky," Ash said bitterly under her breath. Sighing softly yet again, Ash then turned her pencil over so that the eraser face the paper. As she began to erase the upper right hand corner of the drawing, an idea had struck Ash. Maybe it could work, but she didn't know honestly. Pausing for a moment, Ashlyn's eyes glanced sideways but not her head along with it. The brunette who sat next to her seemed like what a Water or Earth would be like in the Academy from what Ash could tell. It was weird in all truth. Pressing her lips together, Ash wondered what the girl's name was. It was an odd curiosity that rarely ever emerged in the Wind girl's mind. For most people, their names were their identity, but that wasn't the case for Ashlyn. Her name was elegant and common, but she wasn't like that one but. The most that Ash had ever been elegant was when she sang and danced her heart out when she was with her only friend in England. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 26, 2012 13:04:23 GMT -5
At first, Nell wondered if she should bugger off. The girl didn't seem to have the keenest reception, didn't even say anything at first. And then she sighed, her breath coming out like smoke, and Nell felt like an interloper coming up to her out of the blue like that. Especially when she was focused on the sketch. But then she spoke, and that encouraged Nell. It must mean she didn't mind the company, right? "I come out here often, even in the wintertime," she said with a shrug, her usual habit when she had to speak about herself. It was always awkward, having to do that. She didn't like talking about her. "It's exceptionally beautiful, too, but I guess a lot of people don't realize that. Or probably they just don't want to get frozen to death." The temperature dropped quite low in the winter here. She was used to New York winters, however, so she came to this country prepared. And she could say that even though she'd rarely been outside of her house in childhood because they had no air or heating. Things like that were a luxury, the same as food and comfort. Money didn't come easily, and it was something she was slowly becoming aware of about her childhood. Not just her childhood, but her teenage years, as well. It's been two years since that hell. Two years, and so far she'd come.
Nell nodded at the response. The girl could have been like her, someone who liked to create collages or doodle just because it was fun. Nell did a lot of things without reason. She didn't have a reason for most anything, because she didn't really think anything through. "Wow, you really have talent, too. Do you have professional training?" An artist, something that Nell always admired. Well, she admired everyone, anything, all things. But artistry was something she was fond of. Her favorite artist (if she could even choose favorites) might have been Kandinsky. His sketches especially, and she had a few books on him. And then there was Dali and his surrealism, and she wished that she could have met him. He seemed like he would have been so interesting, even though George Orwell would like to disagree. She enjoyed both men, Orwell for his writing of course, and she fancied coming up with conversations between the two and how they might have went. George Orwell would be dissing Dali, of course, and Dali would be rambling on about nothing.
Nell laughed at her next words. She didn't hate anything, even the snow, but it could get in the way of certain things. She's learnt to love it, though, considering everything one could do in it. She'd never built a snowman until she'd done it with Ashton, she enjoyed making snow angels and having snowball fights, and she just loved everything about it. It made the cold just something in the background, something she could deal with. "Do you think it'll mess up the sketch or anything?" she questioned worriedly. When it hit the paper it would dissolve into water and all that work would be for not. That would be heartbreaking, even for Nell as an observer. She remembered hearing about how destroyed The Last Supper had become, and that made her exceptionally melancholy. A work that's supposed to last forever was slowly disappearing. It was always sad when history came to be destroyed. In America, no one much cared for that. They just knocked things down and built on top of the ruins. And for herself, she could understand. That's what she did with her own life, after all.
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Post by silver on Jun 1, 2012 15:29:43 GMT -5
At the mention of the girl coming here often, Ash couldn't help but wonder why their paths didn't cross sooner. Well, it seemed as though they just came here at different times, didn't they? Glancing over at the girl as she mentioned the weather, Ashlyn shrugged. "People just let temperatures get to them too much sometimes," she spoke with an annoyed tone. It wasn't too cold for being too frozen. Besides, couldn't they have brought a container of hot chocolate with them when they do come up here? It doesn't even take too much time to be content with the view, but it would be nice to be up here longer. The breeze than comes through in both summer and winter months may not be most people's cup of tea, but it was a calming affect to some others, especially Ash.
At the mention of professional training, Ash's shook her head. She really did wish that she had that kind of training. It might have been a little bit easier on her, but nonetheless she's happy where she is now. She didn't consider herself a professional just yet seeing as she wanted to take courses for in in college in order to become a digital artist, but it was still a bit of time away. As long as she still had her hands to draw with, Ash would be okay with her life. "No, I didn't, but I hope to take up colleges courses on digital art," she let the words slip trough her lips. She's never really been too open to anyone, but Ash was in her drawing-state. She was rather unaware of everything else besides her drawing. Right now, her main focus was her sketch.
Once the snow came down yet again, Ash couldn't help but shrug. Her lips pressed firmly as she brushed her hand over the page, letting the flakes of snow drift off of the page. "It won't be much of a problem that way," she said passively, "The temperature up here can easily keep the snow in snow form while I brush it off before it turns into water." The sigh that escaped her lips after she said that, Ash brushed off some snow yet again. "Out of curiosity, aren't you cold?" Ash asked before sketching a small, yet very detailed snowflake on the corner of her paper.
[[SOOO sorry for the long post wait! xP ]]
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 2, 2012 10:52:43 GMT -5
Nell didn't blame the people who'd rather stay inside all warm and cozy during the wintertime. She never had the luxury of central heating before, but now she could stay inside and forget that it even was snowing outside. If she were the type to enjoy being inside for long periods of time. It wasn't her cup of tea. So she sat contentedly as she listened to the artist, not minding the snow floating to the ground. Having never been to school before her senior year, she hadn't known about the paper snowflakes that kids liked to make until she worked at the daycare. That kind of thing excited her, and she'd made hundreds of them, trying to find ways to make them bigger and better each time. Like her origami. She was always inventing, always finding new things and new ways to do them.
The Earth girl blinked when her companion noted that she was taking digital art classes. Digital art. Something else that Nell had no clue of until she was pushed out into the world and made to learn of all these things. She was still very bad with technology. And microwaves. One never knew when her nuking would be successful or when she'd end up having to buy a new one. "So you're still in high school?" she wondered aloud. Looks could be deceiving. You never know if someone may be in high school just by looking at them. Nell certainly looked young, but she was nineteen years old. She still measured her height to see if she was still growing, if there was any hope left like Josh had said. So far, it was a no-go.
The girl seemed confident enough, so Nell didn't question her on that. She just hoped that her work wouldn't be ruined or anything. Then she turned the question on her and Nell made a soft humorous sound in her throat. Nell shrugged, her hands between her legs, the fabric of her jeans keeping them warm. "No, not really," she said. Like she was ever one to complain. Nuh uh, not going to happen. "I've seen it get worse. Last winter, actually, big blizzard. Actually, those aren't too rare. This is the Canadian mountains." She rolled her eyes. Spoken like a true foreigner, even if she didn't like to consider herself as such. She liked to believe she was working out well as a Canadian. This was her new home, she'd be making it her new home.
Nell shifted, realizing something. How could she be so tactless? "I'm Nell, by the way," she said as introduction. It was no fun talking to someone whose name you didn't know, right? She just got a little too excited at the prospect of speaking to remember introductions.
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Post by silver on Jun 11, 2012 19:54:56 GMT -5
As she added the rather detailed drawing of a snowflake off in the corner, Ash nodded at the girl's question. Her icy blue eyes raised to look at the scenery she tried to copy down onto the paper. Her lips pressed together firmly for a moment before she spoke. "Yes, and I suppose you're not?"
[/b] she asked, considering the fact that the girl didn't seem all too young to be in highschool. Perhps she was a college student? "Where do you attend?" she added just for the sake of asking. The wind elemental honestly didn't know seeing as there weren't many colleges around, but there always was the possibility of her attending the Academy as well. Though her guesses were often correct, she didn't very much care about this one. At the mention that she wasn't cold, Ash felt a cold gust of wind press against her face. It was refreshing to the young girl, seeing as she could control it somewhat. Just as the wind pressed against her, Ash slipped her hand under her sketchpad and twirled her finger slightly. The wind the pressed against her now seemed to cirlce around her, but not too obviously. With a sigh, Ash then took hold of her sketch pencil yet again and began to darken the outline of trees. "I love the wind," she muttered unconsciously more to herself than to the girl. As she introduced herself as Nell, Ash looked over to her as if to memorize her face. It was an alright name, but it seemed to fit her personality in a way that Ashlyn just could not describe in words oddly enough. "Ash," she introduced herself simply. It wasn't all that complicated, but she really didn't want to say her full first name. She disliked it just because of the way it didn't fit her own personality. Her personality was more short to the point and alright. That's the reason why she only went by Ash. Not many people, if any, knew her actual name. To those who did, they never reaally were able to tell other about it for various reasons, mainly because of Ash. [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 12, 2012 12:33:38 GMT -5
Nell wondered if she should say college when she certainly did not have the education of a college student. She'd only went to high school for one year, had no prior form of formal education. Her father taught her most of what she knew, and the library near her home did the rest. "I'm in college. Sophomore." Now that was strange, being something she never thought that she would have a chance at. That's what she'd always thought, if she ever did think about her future. When she was a fugitive, she believed there would be no such thing as a future for her, so she didn't think about it. She still didn't think about it. Nell had a survivalist mindset from since she was little, that was hard to get out of. "I go to the Academy. Up in the mountains. Where do you go?" It was known to normal people as a gifted Academy, so that would give the implication that gifted in some area like maths or music. Not the area she actually was gifted in, her element.
The wind decided to make itself known after her comment, as if to spite her and prove just how cold it really was. But she still didn't mind, being the way she was. You could set her on fire and she wouldn't care. At this point, it would make her warmer. She listened to Ashlyn's comment, not connecting that she might be a Wind elemental. A lot of people might like the wind, it didn't mean anything, not really. "It's nice," she agreed. "Except when you're in high places and it can knock you right down. Then it's scary." She meant the cliffs at the Academy, a place she went to quite a lot. Nell enjoyed heights, but the wind up there was crazy. "Why do you like wind?" The girl wondered if there was any specific reason. But there didn't have to be a specific reason. Nell couldn't pin down why she liked certain things, anyway.
The girl simply acknowledge the name. Not that she had been expecting a compliment or anything. It wasn't a special name, not in her mind, but it was out-of-place in this time. And it was special to her for the connection it had to her twin. She and her sister had been named to match, Nell Doe and Till Rae. Nell meant light in Greek. It was information she didn't tell people, information that Josh had once been curious at that had surprised her. She remembered how much that conversation disturbed her because of how self-aware she was in that moment. It wasn't Josh's fault, she was simply a coward. "What's your name?" Nell asked since she hadn't been given one in return. She was a curious person, she couldn't help the questions she asked. She was interested in Ashlyn, wanted to know more about her. Was that a crime? She knew when not to push, after all, so she figured there was nothing wrong with that. There wasn't anything wrong.
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