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Post by BASTIAN RAY HAWTHORNE on Mar 21, 2012 16:53:43 GMT -5
Where was Bastian at this very moment? The sun was setting very beautifully on the horizon of the lake. Bastian had been walking down the way when he had noticed how beautiful it looked. The colors and scenery was just breath taking. Ever since he had arrived at the Academy he every now and then would look out onto the horizon and just be taken away by how beautiful and magical it could look. Today was a bit different. As he was making his way towards the sand of the near the lake he had his sketch book and colors in hand as he found a place to sit.
Once he had made himself comfortable he opened his book to an empty page and set his colors to the side where they would be easily reachable. Once he had settled himself he grabbed his first color and began to draw. First he started out with the water, working on getting the shimmer and glisten of the water. Of course the sun would come next but that was a bit more difficult just because there would be various colors to put in. Of course it wouldn't take long since he had an endless amount of colors which was a gift from his adoptive parents. |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 21, 2012 19:58:40 GMT -5
 i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME Nell liked the water, the sea. Unfortunately Maple Hollow was landlocked, but the lake in the Academy was something majestic, something she'd only know about from paper, from Ivanhoe or The Jungle Book. She observed the lake as she walked closer to it, a bag of chips in her hand. It was an icy blue, the cliffs dropping off into it from one side. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head, showing off the tattoo that had finally stopped stinging, and now was almost easily ignored. But she always felt it at her neck, a remembrance, the permanence seeping into her skin. It was comforting. There was no buyer's remorse, even though the idea for it had only come to mind recently. Maybe it had always been there, in the back of her head, the yearning for some way to immortalize her twin. And Till had always loved words and writing and when Nell would narrate Metamorphosis to her in a melodramatic voice she learned from the documentaries on PBS.
Nowadays, she always wore a bathing suit under her clothes, ready to take a dip when she pleased. Now that she could actually swim, she did it as much as possible. Especially since she'd taken to drawing on her arms, anatomical doodles up and down her legs. She wore her musculoskeleton on her skin. And with the ink on her body, she decided she might as well take a dip before going to work. But when she ran up to the lake, towel tied around her neck like a camp, she saw someone sitting on the bank, drawing. Her eyes lit up. "Hey," she called out, practically skipping up to him, bag of chips still in hand. She plopped down on the sand, leaning over a bit to look at him. "You're an artist?" she questioned, honest curiosity in her smile. He had a sketch book, so she was pretty sure he was. "Are you doing a landscape?" She couldn't say she had an interest in art when the fact of the matter was that she had an interest in everything.
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Post by BASTIAN RAY HAWTHORNE on Mar 22, 2012 13:31:57 GMT -5
Basitan just sighed in relaxation. He loved to draw. Back when he was in the orphanage and on his own, drawing was the only thing that ever brought him peace and made him forget about all his troubles and pains. He only like to draw whatever felt like worth remembering or capturing in that moment. In this case the setting sun in the horizon over the lake. He never seen a body of water like this before. Being the orphanage and even when he ran away he was always in the big city where there weren't any beaches or lakes around. So just to be near the water like this was amazing. He knew how to swim. The orphanage took the kids to the pool every once in a while on trips to at least allowed them some happiness. Plus his new home also had a pool that he could enjoy so being able to swim came in handy.
Focusing back on his drawing he looked back at his colored pencil case he looked to see what color he would need next. He had a couple of pencils already in hands and he would be going back and forth between them. Before he had to manage with the couple of colors that he had when he was living on the streets. Now he didn't really have to worry about that. As a gift his parents bought him an colored pencil set. 150 different colors at his disposal. He could believe how many colors there were and they were for him. You could definitely say that Bastian glowed whenever he drew. What he was grateful for was that he was all alone and able to draw. That was until someone entered his world. He heard someone call out to him. He turned his head to see who it was but the person was unrecognizable. He didn't know her. He just gave her a friendly but nervous smile as she made her way towards him. "Ummm, yeah I guess. I mean I like to draw but I wouldn't say that I'm really any good." then she questioned what he was doing and he just gave her a light smile. "Yeah, I'm not done yet but I'm just about there. You can have a look." he said moving his sketch book more towards her to give her a peek. "What do you think?" he asked curiously. "I'm Bastian by the way. Wind Freshman." he figured it would be polite to give his elemental powers too since for some people, knowing the elements from the start would decide if the conversations would even continue. This is something he had to learn early on when he got here.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 25, 2012 16:10:58 GMT -5
i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME Nell never really thought of how some people may like to keep to themselves and be alone. If they told her so, she'd be immediately off their cases, but she never passed up the chance to meet someone knew. It was all too tempting, like an intriguing title of a book. She arched a fine and amused eyebrow. He was adorable, and he looked rather young even though she couldn't place a finger on the age. Youngsters easily drew her in, like a gravitational pull that she couldn't resist. Never mind that she was still young herself, technically a teenager still even though she was nineteen. "Modest, are we?" She always found it amusing, especially when the people who ducked their heads, blushed and claimed not be good at something were pros in whatever area they practiced. But she also liked confidence, people who were certain of themselves, claimed they were the best of their kind. Some may call it pretentious, but she enjoyed listening to anyone talk about themselves.
She nodded enthusiastically and peered at his work, the colors on the paper. At first she focused on the whole picture, but then the movement that revealed how the artist held his arm, how his body worked into the drawing. "And you say you're not really good," she said, leaning away to give him his space so he could resume drawing. Or maybe he wouldn't be able to, now that she had distracted him from his art. "The water looks like its alive and moving." There was beauty in every piece, no matter if the artist was professional or not. Creation was incredible in itself, and that's what this guy was doing right her on the bank of the lake. "Nell," she responded, a twinkle in her gaze. "Earth graduate. A freshman too, actually, so I guess we're in the same boat. Have you adjusted well to the place?" She'd only come last year and she could easily remember how much of a fish out of water she felt like. She leaned back, burying her hands in the sand, towel gliding down her back.
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Post by BASTIAN RAY HAWTHORNE on Mar 26, 2012 18:01:42 GMT -5
Bastian just smiled when Nell said he was being modest. Perhaps you could say that. Bastian has never been one to brag about his talents. He believed that he was pretty good, and when others complimented him it was definitely a confidence boost but that doesn't mean he thought he was a master artist or anything. "Maybe just a bit." he said with a smile. She wasn't the first one to say something like. The people he used to draw when he was living on the streets would say the same thing. Back when he would draw for money. Drawing has definitely been something that has gotten him through some rough times.
She seemed to like the drawing when she looked at it. He pulled it back to put the final touches on the drawing. "Thank you. Happy the effect I was going for was noticed. There we are. All done." he said with a smile and pride for his work. Even if he didn't feel like he was the greatest drawer, he always took pride in his work. When he was done he closed up the sketch book and put his pencils back in his bag. That was when Nell introduced herself. "Pleasure to meet you Nell." he said with a friendly smile. A graduate, that was cool. The only graduates he had met were the ones in his own element. And a freshman as well. She asked about how he was adjusting. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean is definitely different, especially when you've gone so long not knowing that a place like this ever existed or that you belonged to an amazing world like this. After a while though, it grows on you." he said said softly. It definitely took some getting use to finding out you weren't exactly completely normal but in fact special. Bastian never saw it as a curse, in reality he saw it as a gift even if he got teased about it at first. Then he found the Academy and realized that he wasn't alone so why did he need to feel badly about it. That was when he had a thought. "Hope this doesn't sound weird but would you mind if I drew you? I haven't done a good drawing in a while and would like to get some practice in. I promise I won't make you look bad I swear." he asked eagerly as he kept his pencils next to him in hope that she would say yes. "How about you? I'm sure college is much different from high school especially when you get to focus on a specific major. Have you gone to academy all these years?"
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 27, 2012 20:46:39 GMT -5
i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME Nell laughed when the boy seemed to accept her confident, all air and brightness and hope. Unrestrained. She loved giving out compliments, but she didn't do it just to impress people, pulling things out of the air that didn't really exist. She saw something good in everyone, absolutely everyone. And it was hard to miss the good with an artist. "I'll shut up now and let you finish," she made the motion of zipping her mouth shut, fingers gliding against her lips. Everyone was different, some people liked background noise, others couldn't focus with it. She was the "anything goes" sort of person. She never had any sort of preferences, she just took everything for what it was, didn't think too much on it.
Nell looked at the sky until Bastian began speaking once more, turning her lucid gaze to his. "I for one never knew that there were castles in Canada. Go figure." She laughed after saying this, though it was partially honest. She didn't know much about the world, it was like a brand new toy that she'd gotten her hands on and that she was now throwing around to test out. Yes, sometimes she found herself to be like a destructive infant. Nell blinked when he asked about drawing her, a light blush dancing across her cheeks. "Uh, well, I don't mind," she said, scratching her cheek. 'Maybe you could get rid of some blemishes, give my hair a little more volume, you know, that kind of thing." She was joking, though she had to wonder why he wanted to draw her. There was nothing of interest there, she wasn't one of Da Vinci's Madonnas, she wasn't Boticelli's Venus. She was a stick figure, insignificant like a period at the end of a sentence. "What's your favorite medium to draw with?" she asked curiously, wondering if her likeness would be pastels or charcoal, watercolor or other things that she couldn't imagine.
Nell considered his question, running her tongue over her teeth. No hesitance showed however. She imagined that her mask was one of those glittery Carnival ones, glued to her face, hauntingly smiling. "Yeah, I guess it is. A lot more papers, the professors don't really baby you anymore, either." She liked that part. Nell didn't like the feeling of being babied, even though she wouldn't say so out loud unless she felt it was really necessary. She shook her head. "Came senior year of high school and had a lot of catching up to do." In true Nell fashion, she then asked, "You plan on going to college? It's pretty nice, actually. Not as restrictive as high school." Like she'd said, the professors didn't baby you and you were pretty much doing your own thing, pursuing whatever you wanted to do. And she pursued everything, had an interest in everything.
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Post by BASTIAN RAY HAWTHORNE on Mar 27, 2012 23:07:06 GMT -5
Bastian was really liking Nell. She seemed like a really cool girl. He liked those kinds of people. The type that were really easy to get along with. He nodded his head when she made a comment about castles in Canada. "True, let alone one that taught people how to control different elements. Very Harry Potter isn't it." he said thinking about the fact that they were in a moderately hidden castle in Canada learning to control specific elements. Kind of crazy. Not many people would believe you if you told them that.
Bastian was happy that Nell had agreed to let him draw her. He liked drawing people, trying to capture them in a specific moment and bring out all the details he could. He just laughed a her comment. "I'll see what I could do." He turned himself around so he would be facing her better and moved his bag and pencil kit to his side so he could reach it better. He thought about her question as to what was his favorite medium. "Well, I've only really ever used pencils but thanks to my adopt...I mean my mom I've been experimenting with other mediums. She's a painter so she's been showing a lot of different things the past couple of months." he sometimes would slip the fact that his parents were his adoptive parents. They are the only parents he's ever known and so regardless if they were related by blood or not they were his family now. "I'm really liking water colors and charcoal. So, just relax and be yourself. Just leave the rest to me." with a sort of salute and wink before he started drawing out the shape of her face. He kept his sketchbook at an angle as to keep the picture hidden.
He just nodded his face as she talked about college. "Makes sense. I would think there would be more expectations." He just smiled when she asked him if he would be going to college. "I think I am. I'll probably major in art since it's the only thing I really know how to do." he said with a smile. A few years ago college was never a thought really. Now he had many different opportunities. "So what are you majoring in?"
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 28, 2012 21:00:21 GMT -5
i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME She couldn't help but laugh at the next words about Harry Potter, the sound bubbling but quiet. "Really is," Nell agreed with him. "At least we don't have to deal with He Who Shall Not Be Named." There were wars and the enemy alliance, but no creepy guy without a nose to descend upon them. "Unfortunately there aren't dragons or mermaids, either. Though you never know. 'After all, they had elementals. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.." They had elementals, after all, and that was something mortals could only imagine. Who knew what else could be out there?
Nell caught the word 'adopt' before he seemed to shift away, but kept that word in mind. After debating whether or not she should question it, she quietly asked, "How long have you been with her?" He'd said that she'd been teaching him to paint for the past couple of months, but she didn't know whether or not he'd been there longer. Adoption had been a word she'd heard a lot lately, but not as often as she should have. The group home was just another stop along the road of foster care. Rarely did any of the caseworkers she eavesdropped on mention the word 'adopt'. When Bastian told her to relax, she contorted her face at first into an ugly expression before chuckling and saying, "All right, I'll be serious. Act natural." She did feel kind of uncomfortable being the subject of art; she never liked being in the limelight.
This kid really didn't think he could do much. "I'm sure you have more untapped talent than you know," she said, even though she guessed she was a hypocrite herself. Then again, she honestly didn't have any talents. She couldn't say she was an artist or a writer or a dancer, nothing like that. It didn't bother her. "English and Literature. If you couldn't tell by me quoting Shakespeare." She rolled her eyes as if pointing out how stupid that is. "That might be something to consider. You don't necessarily have to be good at your major, you just need to enjoy what you're doing." That was her belief, anyway. Especially because school taught you these things. It would be better if you were good at it, easier when it came to papers and the such. But not completely needed.
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Post by BASTIAN RAY HAWTHORNE on Mar 29, 2012 23:02:15 GMT -5
Bastian just laughed at Nell's reference to Harry Potter. "Good thing too. Snakes and I don't exactly click." he said as his laugh subsided. He was impressed by her quoting of Shakespeare. "Hamlet impressive. My dad had me read that not to long. There may not be mermaids and dragons and I don't think we need to worry about our teachers turning into werewolves..." he started as he began to work on Nell's eyes. "but it doesn't make our world any less magical. I mean we don't go around waving wands and chanting spells, but no one can say what we do isn't truly magical. I mean some people only read about being able to control trees and call upon gusts of winds. We actually get to do. Well, me not just yet but eventually." he said with a smile as he worked on the drawing.
He was confused a bit by Nell's question "Who?" until he realized she was referring to his adoptive parents which just brought a smile to his face at the thought of his adoptive family. "Oh, you mean my adoptive parents. Ummm, let's see. Well, I moved in with them in Maple Hollow last October. A week before Thanksgiving. It was out of a favor from the school until the new school year started or a more permanent place could be found. But I guess we all just clicked." he said reminiscently. The topic wasn't a sour or uneasy topic to discuss. That's why he always talked about it in a cheery voice. "I was officially adopted this past May as a birthday present but they had made me feel like part of the family long before that." he said with a smile as he picked out some pencils to add some color.
He just continued to smile when she made her comment about his untapped potential. "Maybe. Perhaps it's just waiting for the right moment to come out or until I force it out. 'The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible.'" he said quoting Arthur C. Clark. Bastian wasn't surprised at Nell's major. It fit her. "Makes sense. If not we'd just be wasting our time if we didn't. Like Dean Kamen said. 'I do not want to waste any time. And if you are not working on important things, you are wasting time.'" He said as he started putting the color of Nell's hair onto the paper. "So what are your plans after you graduate?" You could definitely say that Bastian was a curious little thing. |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Mar 30, 2012 16:55:42 GMT -5
i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME Hamlet was something she shouldn't have had knowledge of when she did, taking it from the library and reading it to her sister. She'd memorized nearly every line, every part of the story. It was a part of her childhood, inseparable from herself. And now Shakespeare was someone that her English professors worshiped, even more ingrained into her life. "Don't think anyone would say that we weren't magical if they knew." But no one did know what they could do, they didn't know that the school in the mountains with its gates and secrets was full of elementals learning how to control their powers. She never knew, after all. She'd once tried to look for scientific explanations, but no book provided an answer for the control she had over the flowers in the window box. Eventually she just accepted that she was a freak, or in her weaker moments that she was imagining things like her mother would, and kept it to herself. It was something she believed could aid her, and it had in the absolutely worse way.
Nell nodded her head, still trying to keep still so he could draw. It was not nearly as uncomfortable if she didn't think about being in the spotlight. "Where were you before then?" she asked, since he didn't seem at all bothered by talking about this kind of thing. And she guessed that Bastian shouldn't be. Getting adopted was good, it meant people to take care of you, a stable environment, love and care. Maslow's hierarchy called for that sort of thing, and it was strange to think that she never had it in her younger years. She'd never had self-esteem, belonging, safety, self-actualization, or any other psychological need. What did that even mean for her? "I work at a group home," she decided to say, shrugging in an awkward habit whenever she started talking about her personal life. "It's always nice to hear about adoptions. A lot of older kids are just passed through the system." And they ended up with her, scarred and bitter. Maybe she should have been trying to help from the source instead of catching them when it was possibly too late.
It was easy for Nell to see talent in others, hope. There was so much potential, Bastian practically breathed it. "That makes sense," she thought. Nell just never spent much time thinking about herself or what she could be capable of. She was too busy studying others, whether it was through her majors or just in real life, sitting and conversing with a friend. "You know a lot of quotes huh," she said with a hint of admiration. She retained quotes rather easily, the words that affected her most, that she reread, that she reminded herself of to help her. So many minds have thought of answers to the biggest problems before her, she just needed to interpret them. "I don't like planning," she said, once again shrugging as she spoke of herself. "Life is no fun when you know what's coming around the corner. It'll all work out in the end, eventually." At least, she hoped it would. "Are you a planner?" He had opened the doors for her questions, and she loved to know everything she could about people.
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Post by BASTIAN RAY HAWTHORNE on Mar 31, 2012 13:45:10 GMT -5
Nell's comment about if people really knew definitely struck a cord. Of course living in an orphanage all this time he never knew that the world of elementals existed. No one around ever knew that such a spectacular place like this existed and so you can imagine the shock Bastian had when he did finally learn about it. It wasn't something that you could just get use to overnight. It did take a little bit of time in all honesty though he was able to get use knowing he was an elemental a lot quicker than he got use to living in the Hawthorne house. It was just because he wasn't use to someone making a fuss over him like they did when he first arrived but that was a whole different story. Bastian was adding color to Nell's eyes when she asked about before being adopted. " Well, thirteen years in an orphanage in Philadelphia and then a few months on the streets of New York City before the scouts found me and brought me here." he said very casually. " You see, after my powers developed back at the orphanage...well, some of the less than nice kids thought it would be great ammunition against me. I honestly didn't care what they said about me but it was the fact they also verbally attacked my friends who stood by me. I didn't want them suffering on my part and so I left. Ran away from the orphanage with nothing more than a sketchbook, a few clothes, and about 50 bucks that my friends had collect." it hadn't been an easy few months but he managed. Bastian just listened as Nell talked. Group home. That's pretty neat. Of course maybe not for the people that lived there but if people like Nell were working there then maybe there were some people who actually cared about the kids. Bastian smiled. " Well, like I said, there hasn't been much I've been good at. I was never one to be outside really playing sports and stuff. Mostly I was drawing, sometimes I'd help with the cooking, or reading anything I could get my hands on. Books, magazines, newspapers. So I've learned about different people and what they've done. I actually have a photographic memory so I remember a lot, especially things like quotes that really stick out." By this point Bastian was putting the finishing touches on the drawing. " A planner? Ummm, I guess not. Since I never knew how my future was going to turn out I never worried about it. I mean things are a bit different now." now that he had found a family there were a lot of doors that had opened up for him that he never thought were possible before. " Alrighty. All done. Ready?" he asked as he slowly started ripping the drawing out of the sketch but carefully as to not actually ripped the drawing. He closed up his sketch book and put it to the side as he handed the drawing over. " What do you think." NOTES: Just imagine there's color in it too.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Apr 1, 2012 0:25:02 GMT -5
i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME Nell's interest peaked when Bastian spoke of New York. She couldn't imagine what living on the streets would have been like, she'd always had a home. No, a house, that was a better word for it. Would the streets have been preferable? Could she be one of those street rats in their hoodies, sitting on the steps of the homeless church? Could she have joined the gang who "owned" her street, worked as a prostitute so most nights she could have at least had some semblance of a warm bed? She didn't want to think like that. "I'm from New York," she offered up. At least she could connect with him in some small way. Because for a little while, she technically was an orphan. Her prospects were prison or foster care, and Jane decided that prison was a much better place for her.
And she knew about running away, too well, she sympathized with this boys and his few bucks and his pencils. Except she hadn't taken anything. She didn't have anything worth taking. She knew even back then that she should burn. But sometimes she just couldn't, and she was left with the clutter of memories. "You think it was a good idea? Running away?" Nell wondered how he felt about what he did, whether it was a mistake for him. He ended up in a good place, though, he ended up with a family who was apparently good for him. Of course, she couldn't know. She wished she could, but she had no way of peering into his life, his artist mother, his unnamed father. The uncertainty was something she feared with everyone, especially the children she worked with. Locked doors never opened for anyone.
Nell had to admit, remembering quotes like he did was exceptional, even if he wasn't good at sports or anything like that. "Photographic memory?" she asked, interest piqued. She'd always wondered at how that worked. She heard of it, but she didn't have it herself and couldn't say for sure whether it actually was like snapping a photo with your brain and storing it into a queue. "I get where you're coming from," she agreed. Especially when the trial had been looming in her future, but even before then when she would rest her head on a pillow and close her eyes while ignoring the pain gripping her. Would there be a tomorrow, she'd always have to wonder? Sometimes she was surprised that she had survived, but that was all she used to do. Survive. Nell blinked, and her lips twitched into a smile as she nodded her head. "Yep, yep," she told him. She took it and let a long 'wow' come from her lips. "Looks like a black and white photo!" she said. It was weird, looking at pictures of herself, even drawings. Is that how I really look? "I have a challenge for you," she said excitedly. "Draw the lake in surrealism!"
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Post by BASTIAN RAY HAWTHORNE on Apr 1, 2012 20:58:34 GMT -5
"Really, that's cool. It was definitely an interesting place. Very beautiful at night and a lot of cool places to draw. Definitely a busy place and I definitely miss the pie." he assumed that Nell that when he said "pie" he was referring to the pizza. He never got why they called it "pie" but considering how good it was he wasn't complaining. Overall thought New York was a fun place. Definitely different from the life he had known in Philadelphia. Back there things hadn't been so fast paced.
Bastian paused for a moment to think about Nell's question. "Was it the right decision? Maybe not. Do I regret it? No. I had no idea what I was doing or what was going to happen. There's a lot of could ofs....I could of stayed, waited for a family to adopt me or until the scouts found me. I mean life wasn't easy after I left. I missed my friends and having a decent bed but I managed it. I think things how they were meant to. I found a mom who's an artist, a dad's who's an architect and gained a baby sister. Perhaps things would have happened the same if I had stayed but I guess that's just another "what if". I'm happy with the way things turned out because I found a place I could call home." he said with a smile. Things could have been way different if he had stayed at the orphanage. There's a chance that the scouts wouldn't have found him until much later when he was older and didn't need a family anymore which wouldn't have been terrible but in the way things happened he had a gained a family, people who loved him. In all honesty, he wouldn't have traded that for anything in the world.
Bastian thought about how to answer Nell's next question. "I remember reading in a book that it's defined as 'defined as the ability to recall images, sounds, or objects in memory with extreme precision and in abundant volume'...it's like when people look at something, like a painting or a specific line in a book, some people will vaguely remember things about it, normally the more prominent things. They remember more and more from that painting or books as they continue to expose themselves but for all I need is one time. One time and then I could be a hundred miles away from that thing and I would be able to remember it as if it was staring me in the face. " he had never really been able to explain it at first. He just always said he was really good at remembering things and then he had read about it once and thought that perhaps that was the answer.
Then the moment of truth came. Would she like the drawing? It was only when it came to portraits that Bastian became a little nervous because he was drawing a person and if said person didn't like how it came out then he had failed. Thankfully it didn't seem to be the case here with Nell. He was happy with himself at her reaction. He was going to start putting his stuff away when his ears perked up at her challenge. "Surrealism?" he knew what surrealism was. His mom had showed him and he had tried some drawings in the style. He looked out at the lake and just smiled. "Alright." he was up for the challenge. He looked over the lake to pick a specific spot to focus on. He chose a spot where the bank touched the trees. He opened his book to a blank page and thought about what he could do for a moment. Then an idea came to his head and he started drawing right away. "So what do you think of the school? You've been here longer than I have so you'd probably know more people than I do. Do you live down in Maple Hollow?"
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Apr 2, 2012 20:56:10 GMT -5
i've been sleeping with this silence in my mind, AND ALL I SEE SCARES ME & NO ONE KNOWS IT BUT SHE, SHE SAVED ME Nell cast him a broad smile, as if she could agree with everything. Oh, she did love New York for what it was. But she grew up in the projects, South Bronx, graffiti and chain link fences and wondering if youd get shot if you went outside that day. The last time she'd been there was for the trial, and that had tore her apart. "God, the food," she groaned, thinking of the delis, the hot dogs, everything she never really got to experience. She had only known her block, the public library, the tomatoes growing in gnarled fences. Homeless with wary eyes, gangsters with shaved heads and hoodies, hookers with nylons and baseball jackets. That had always been her New York.
She guessed that you had to do what you had to do. Gather up art supplies and just run away. Or do what she did and bring nothing but the only thing that mattered anymore--her body, wounded and scarred and looking every bit the battleground it was. "Can't think about regrets too much, huh," she said. Nell knew, because she thought about them sometimes, but couldn't let her considerations come to full fruition. If she let everything catch up to her, she'd be puled back to the state she'd been in after the trial when she lived like a robot, going through the motions, eat, sleep, and sleep some more. It was terrifying to remember how she'd been back then, and it was another part of her past that she liked to block out, just another piece of the puzzle that she scraped the face off of.
Nell blinked, wondering what it would be like to have a photographic memory, everything in perfect recall. "It'd be nice to remember certain things like that," she decided. Sometimes she wrote things down so she wouldn't forget even the smallest parts, so that it would all live on. But then, what about the things you don't want to remember? Could people with photographic memories not repress? She guessed it would be healthier, since her therapist had once informed her that repression was harmful to the brain. But she never listened to him, not really. "Do you remember a lot of things from your childhood?" she wondered out loud, fussing with her hair, the clip in it, tilting her head to the side. Such an effort to sit still.
She held the sketch of herself in her lap, with plans to frame it. Maybe one day Bastian will become famous and she could point to it and say, "It's one of his earlier works." She couldn't think of her favorite art form, they were all beautiful in her opinion, a different way of seeing the world, inside people's heads. "The school's awesome. It would be easier to navigate if it was..." She held up her hands as if shaping a ball. "Smaller, but I wouldn't change it." Even if her sense of direction would very much like the change. "Yep. A lot of students board, but I've always lived close by." She didn't feel comfortable with admitting she lived in mansion country, it didn't seem right. Nell Doe was not a mansion girl. She also didn't feel comfortable admitting she lived in the Hollow because she had no parents and was running from the law. "Do your parents live in the Hollow?" It would probably suck if they didn't, having to always call and never seeing them.
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Post by BASTIAN RAY HAWTHORNE on Apr 5, 2012 20:39:57 GMT -5
Bastian just sighed at the thought of New York's food. "The food was definitely one of the highlights of being in New York." he said as he thought about all the delicious food he had eaten those few months he was in New York. Shelter had been of course his priority when he had first arrived and he had found some in an old abandoned theatre. Everything he used were basically things he had found. A blanket and pillow. When it came to food that was probably the easiest. Thanks to his friends he had some money when he first got to New York and then thanks to his talents he was able to make some cash every now and then to eat. It wasn't of course the most ideal life but Bastian was able to manage. He got through.
"Not really because if you did you wouldn't be able to move forwards and the decision isn't worth it if you only regret to look forward to when it's all said and done." Would it have been much easier to have just stayed in that orphanage and just wait it out until the scouts found him, maybe. With his new found powers who knows really what life would have been like if he had stayed at the orphanage but it's too late to know for sure. He left, if he was really going to follow through on that decision he couldn't hesitate. He couldn't think regrets or anything negative. He knew that things wouldn't be easy but he didn't believe they would impossible.
Bastian just lightly smiled at Nell's comment about his memory. "Yeah, it can be sometimes. But sometimes there's things you'd probably not want to remember. I do remember most of my childhood but it wasn't all that eventful really. The inside of the orphanage is really the only thing I've ever known."
He was working diligently on the picture. He wanted to get it as good as possible. He would switch colors every now and then as he would glance between the drawing and the area is he was drawing. It wouldn't be perfect but he wanted to make it as good as possible. He did agree about the castle though. Not many people got to say they live in a castle unless they royals or something. Bastian assumed that Nell lived down in Maple Hollows since she said nearby. He just nodded his head at her question. "Yeah, I go visit on the weekends. " he didn't ask if she lived with her parents since it was possible that she lived on her own since she was a graduate. "I love it down there. They have practically everything." he said as he went on with the drawing. "Okay, I think it's done. Take a look."
OOC: I'll the actual picture 2morrow.
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