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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Oct 6, 2011 0:29:09 GMT -5
Despite having lived here for several months now, Rowena had never properly explored Maple Hollow. A part of the British girl had been left behind in the beauty and comforts of England, even though her life there had been practically worthless. She'd gotten herself into trouble with the law and had dragged her own sisters down with her. Sister, now. The thought, as always, tightened her chest. But she did not cry. She was finding that after the initial shock she was becoming a little more stable emotionally. Not much, but at least a hell of a lot more than she had been before. She could endure certain things without bursting into tears, even if she wasn't under the heavy influence of alcohol at the time. In fact, she forced herself to decline the invitation to a party she recieved via text that morning. 'I've got other things to do,' she told the sender simply. That wasn't really true--she was sitting in the sparse living room of the apartment she shared with her sister at the moment, doing nothing but painting her nails to try and ignore how itchy her arms were.
Her therapist (the one helping her with her bulimia) called around noon, a phone call which Rowena noticed but pointedly ignored. She felt a little strange for not answering it after a moment and checked her answer machine to hear the message. "I hope you've been eating, Rowena," the woman ended sternly. "Just because we're not meeting doesn't mean you should be forgetting everything we discussed." Ro cast a glance toward the refrigerator and turned off the phone when it asked if she'd like a repeat of the messages. No, she didn't want to hear it again. A hollow guilt was settling in her stomach--or was the hollow feeling just her stomach reminding her that she hadn't eaten? Rather than eating and puking it all up, she'd switched to just not eating at all. It wasn't a much better place to be in. Opening the fridge, she saw that there was nothing there that seemed fit enough to eat. She could have lost all motivation there and decided to just quit, but Rowena knew that Altair would want her to try. That Syria would want her to.
She clasped a hand around the locket at her throat and then nodded to herself, heading out the door without another moments thought. She got into the battered beige vehicle she was renting at the present and went into town, going through the drive through at Tim Hortons and getting herself a simple cheese danish. It wasn't much, but at least it was food. She nibbled the corner off of it indecisively, deciding what to do for the next hour. The sight of the park reeled her in--it was beautiful this September day, and a glance was cast toward the sketchbook that sat across the passengers seat in the front of the vehicle. It had been a long time since--but no. She wouldn't go making excuses for herself any more. Pulling into the parking lot, she took both the case full of coloured and sketch pencils as well as the book, then wandered over to a bench, sat down, and started to sketch. Within minutes she was lost on the page, an almost contented expression assuming her gaunt features as she let her artistic intuition guide her hand across the page.
[We can play it like they already know one another to make it simpler?]
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Post by ayden on Oct 7, 2011 8:53:56 GMT -5
It wasn't everyday Ayden could escape the grip of Marcy and Skyla. It wasn't that Ayden didn't like spending time with his family-minus Marcy- he just wanted some alone time. Of course he had to dodge them all morning; Skyla wouldn't drop the fact that he had missed her reception. He wished he could be invisible for a day. Maybe three. He just didn't want to deal with all these people. Ayden could feel his depression creeping back up on him, and he hated it. That would mean Marcy would make him go back to a therapist, and really didn't feel like it. Seriously, he didn't need someone to talk to. All Ayden wanted was his space. He couldn't comprehend what seemed so difficult about that. Did he need to paint it out for them? It was another reason he couldn't wait to get his own apartment. With a swift movement, Ayden packed up his sketch pad, camera, and some pencils and headed for the door.
Skyla quickly came into his view, and she had furious look on her face. "Are you leaving to go draw? Are you SERIOUSLY about to leave when you have to sound check everything?" Ayden looked at her; his face was dead with emotion. Skyla quickly backdown, and scurried off. No doubt to tell Marcy of his behavior. To his family it was unethical to be such a drag. Apparently it put a bad reputation with the Tyler family. 'Yes, because reputation is futile in the world. People can't even stop to ask what the problem may be,'
[/color] Ayden's thoughts turned bitter. He usually wasn't so bitter or depressed. He was just tired of his things being put on the back burner for someone else. Ayden was unsure if it was normal to feel this way. He had felt that way when his grandmother had died, but he had never been rude to Skyla before. Ayden frowned at his mood, but walked quickly to Cleo. He gently opened the door, and closed it in time to see Marcy running out of the mansion with a look of fury in her features. Ayden turned the ignition, and threw Cleo in reverse. He had never run from someone before, but it had been exhillerating for the moment. At first he was unsure of where he should go, but then he decided the most peaceful place at that moment would be the park. He could take a few good pictures, draw some, and then go home. It took him all of ten minutes to arrive at the Maple Hollows park. Ayden parked Cleo in the shade, and grabbed his things, and made his way to the bench. Ayden decided to go with snapping some pictures first. He pulled the strap over his head, and made sure to keep the sketch pad in his eyes view. A few pictures later, Ayden went back to the bench, and pulled the pad to his lap, and grabbed a pencil. He began to sketch one of the older trees when he spotted a familiar blonde head. Ayden cocked his head to the left trying to figure out which one it was. It couldn't have been Altair; this had to be Rowena. Ayden gathered his things, and walked over to her. " You know with this lighting, you'd be perfect to draw,[/color]" he said quietly. [ Blah. I made it to were they knew each other, but made him awkwardly talk to herxD] [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Oct 8, 2011 3:35:34 GMT -5
Rowena glanced up in slight alarm when someone spoke to her, not having expected the intrusion. Her pencil made a quick and sharp line across the page, damaging the previous work of art that had been flowering across the canvas. She seemed to be a bit irked by this as she studied it for a moment, but then she abandoned it to look back up at the boy. Ayden, that was his name. She knew him a little bit, but the words still took her off guard. "Wha'?" she said, "I don't even get a 'hello'?" Her tone was light enough and it was pretty easy to deduce that she was kidding to try and lighten her feelings of confusion. Rowena hadn't made jokes in years but they were turning out to be pretty good ways of hiding how she actually felt about things sometimes. She didn't know what to think about the fact that he wanted to draw her. Ro was self-conscious about herself--even though she and Altair were identical, and the other girl thought she was the hottest thing that ever lived. It was funny how different the two girls were, really.
Deciding now to address the odd way in which he greeted her, Rowena said, "Hope that's not a request. I'm a bit occupied." She nodded down at her own sketchbook in explanation. She wasn't going to stand completely still or even strike a pose so that he could draw her or anything, that was boring. I'm a model, not a statue. Even though she was technically an ex-model, Rowena still considered it a large part of her life. Sometimes she thought about trying to get back into the business but she knew that she would need to fix her eating problems first. They wanted skinny girls of course, but they did not want someone whose flesh was clinging to bare bone. She was getting better with her bulimia but she'd need to make sure she was completely clear of it before she started modelling again. One day. It was the mantra she clung to. She'd be okay again. She wasn't depressed like Syria had been, she had the confidence that she could fix this. That she would fix this. But it was going to take time.
To ask what Ayden was doing here at the park seemed foolish. Someone else might have said it to start conversation, but as a fellow artist and noticing that he had his equipment in hand, Ro just assumed that he was here for the same reason as she was. "Sit down if you like," she offered instead, gesturing over to the empty space beside her. She turned her blue gaze away from him and down to the page where she started to work with her eraser and the fine tip of the pencil--she was trying to reverse the damage that had been done. Perhaps she could have gotten angry at him for startling her and causing her to lose her concentration, but Ro was not a Fire elemental. She didn't have an aggressive temper for the little things--this would be fixable, it was fine, there was no point in whinging on about it.
Realising that she didn't know, Rowena asked, "D'you live in the Hollow?" She knew a lot of people from school but only some of them actually shared her city of residence as well. The Hollow was, she supposed, convenient for elementals. It was close to their school, the Academy like a silent sentinel on which they could rely. It might have comforted some people to know that people like themselves were nearby. Ro only lived here because she and her sisters hadn't anywhere else to go.
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Post by ayden on Oct 18, 2011 5:43:09 GMT -5
When he had walked up, Ayden had seen the girl jump at the sound of his voice, and her pencil flew across the pad. Ayden's faced filled with guilt for messing up her picture. "I'm sorry. I thought you heard me walking up,
[/color]" he said quickly. Ayden's cheeks filled with color, and he shifted on his feet. Well, now Ayden was just feeling awful about it. He gave her a small smile, and mumbled out a hello. " I hope I didn't ruin your drawing too bad,[/color]" he said quietly. Ayden shook his head to himself, looked over at the park as if it intrested him. It was nice to know another artist, and some what relate to them. Ayden had heard about Syria, and couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to lose a sister. Ayden hestitantly sat down next to Rowena. He knew that she wasn't like Altair, but he had ruined her picture. Pure accident as it may have been, he understood the irritation. Ayden would've been upset about his drawing, but like Rowena wouldn't have showed it. Ayden sat his equipment down next to him, and took the camera off from around his shoulders. He glanced over at the blonde, and looked down at her pad to see what she had been drawing. " That's looking really good,[/color]" he awkwardly commented. Ayden sighed. He was such an awkward person, and he hated that about himself. The boy nodded his head, and said, " Yeah, my aunt's house is about ten minutes from here.[/color]" Ayden wanted to avoid that house as much as possible with hid latest out burst and all. Marcy was going to kill him for leaving two days before Skyla's wedding. A wedding Ayden didn't even approve of, but had agreed to walk his sister down the aisle. He predicted this marriage would not last. Ayden snapped out of his thoughts, and turned to ask her, " What about you? Do you live in the Hollow?[/color]" [sorry for the delay snd suckage] [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Oct 18, 2011 6:17:14 GMT -5
Rowena studied him critically through her bright blue eyes for a moment. They were not narrowed but there was still a hint of distaste hidden in their depths, distaste that she did not otherwise express toward the boy for messing up the drawing which she'd worked on for a little. "An' how was I meant to hear you?" she challenged. "Can't you see I was concentratin'?" Her tone was not harsh but her words were a little biting and blunt. She wasn't so irritated that she was going to start a fight with him but she was still going to make her point. Rowena had never been the type to hold back for the sake of someone elses feelings. Even around her friends she was known to be rather selfish. "It can be fixed," she replied. It wasn't so much an acceptance of the apology as it was a simple statement.
Unlike some artists Rowena was not shy about her work and thus she didn't pay Ayden too much mind as he sat beside her and looked at what she was doing. Syria had always told her that her drawings were good and she trusted the word of her (now deceased) sister above everyone else and so she would not hesitate to let anyone see if they asked. Unless she didn't like them, of course. Ayden might have irritated her a little but Ro couldn't say that she disliked him. They were almost like friendly acquaintances. Not quite friends but they certainly got along well enough when he wasn't messing up her work. Ro could be easy to get along with up to a point but she was rather selfish and so certain people could not handle her rather rude self-absorption. Only toward Altair was she more concerned with someone other than herself. "Thank you," she said when he complimented her work, still letting her hand glide across the page and not looking up.
She didn't immediately answer his return question, lips pressed together as she tried to work out what to do with a certain area of her work. Once she'd figured out her goal, her hand resumed it's movement and Rowena replied, "Yeah. With my sister." The absence of plural was evident--she'd once lived with Altair and Syria but now there was only one sister with which she could occupy the space. She didn't seem too emotional about this fact. Ro was trying her best to shut her emotions down again so that she didn't cry over everything that had to do with her triplet. She was gone, they were just memories, she couldn't let them torture her any more. "Speakin' of her, have you spoke with her lately?" Ro knew that they were acquainted but didn't know how well they got along.
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Post by ayden on Oct 30, 2011 20:12:42 GMT -5
Ayden tipped his head slightly as if in agreement with her. He could understand that; he often found himself in a state like that when he was drawing. "I understand where you are coming from. I apologize for ruining your picture,
[/color]" he said quietly. He honestly hadn't meant to ruin it or frighten her. Ayden got the feeling that she was the slightest bit of irriated with him, but didn't express that. There were times like these that he wished he wasn't the way he was. Being shy and such could be such a burden at times. Maybe if he were more outgoing he could somewhat flirt his way out of her anger. Guys could do that right? Or maybe it was girls who did that. Who knew? Ayden certainly didn't. He wasn't much of a people person, and certainly wasn't a ladies man. Ayden puffed out the air he had been holding in, and glanced around. In truth, Ayden felt like a creeper watching Rowena draw. But watching her draw was sort of peaceful for him. Rowena was like most artists, but then again she wasn't. The twins were so different, but alike at the same time. It almost scared him when he approached one of them, never knowing which was which. Obviously he was able to tell when approached Ro because she was drawing, and Ayden was pretty sure that Altair didn't draw like Ro. Ayden was almost certain that Altair was the twin who wanted to be a fashion designer, but he could be wrong. Ayden gave a sort of smile, and said, " Yeah, no problem. It's always nice to see someone elses drawings.[/color]" Even if a dimwitted boy ruined it. Ayden muttered to himself about being more loud when approaching people. He didn't want to give anymore people a fright, or the wrong people. Ayden shuddered at the thought. He didn't want another experience like with Sabby, and those Fire guys. They sat in silence for a while, which was just fine with Ayden. He could tell that Ro was concentrating, and he didn't want to agitate her even more by pesturing her. So, when she did speak Ayden jumped at the noise. Jeez Ayden, could you be anymore jumpy? The Wind student let his eyes linger on the ground while the girl spoke. It almost seemed if he were concentrating on the ground for no apparent reason. " Oh, yeah. I saw her a few days ago in the medical wing. Some Water students pranked her I think,[/color]" he said answering her question. That was the first time he had actually talked to one of the twins. Altair hadn't been very friendly with him, but that was okay. Ayden had managed her with his amazing charms. Not. " Altair is something else,[/color]" he said quietly. After a few seconds, Ayden realized what that must of sounded like to Ro, and quickly added, " In a good way. She has a personality that certain people can handle.[/color]" [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Oct 30, 2011 21:38:17 GMT -5
Rowena ignored the second apology by shrugging it off, not really caring since it was the second time that he had said it. She was a person that did not let her anger absolutely rule her emotions. As a Thunder elemental she was quiet and vindictive--if he had really infuriated her she would have been thinking about getting him back in due time. However, luckily for Ayden it generally took more than a minor screw up to get her angry enough to come after someone. It was Altair that usually solved her problems with violence and anger so Rowena left her to that. The twins--no, no, no, they were triplets, Syria was just... well, dead. The triplets had all been different. Syria had ended up in Water, proving that she was the sweetest of the three. There had been something damaged about the now deceased girl, though, Ro had known it even before she'd passed. She and Altair were just fuck-ups, Syria had been... well, different. It's me you're dealing with, not Altair, she thought with a sort of amused sarcasm. She could have said it aloud but didn't bother. Altair probably would have reacted differently than she had but that was alright. Ro looked up to her slightly older triplet but never had she particularly tried to be like her. They were all their own people even if they'd been born like three peas in a pod.
She nodded when he spoke. It really was nice to see the work of others and kind of learn how everyone had their own unique style and signature to their artwork. Rowena might not have been the most outgoing and approachable girl but she could appreciate art like nothing else. It was one of the things that could still make her smile with the same radiance she'd possessed when she was younger and before the addictions had took hold. "You should show me your work some time." It was a genuine interest of hers and even though she'd been irritated with him for a moment this showed just how quickly her irritations could pass. She didn't have a lot of retention for things like that. Though Rowena had met Ayden through her sister they got along mostly because of their common interest in things like art and so she figured it would be a good thing for their growing friendship to sort of share the things that they drew and brought to life on paper. Rowena really liked pen and ink drawings, they were a speciality of hers, but unfortunately she kept a special book and set of pens for that and it was not with her at the present. She would have liked to have shared that.
Though she might not have had a lot of anger she did stiffen noticeably when her sister was mentioned to have been in the Medical Wing. "Do you know which ones?" she asked dangerously, not giving a damn whether Ayden approved of her desire for violence or not. One of the most failsafe ways to rile her up was to put Altair in danger. Attacks against Syria used to bother her as well but seeing as Syria was no longer around... "Was she alright?" Her sister hadn't really told her about this run-in with the Water bastards--maybe she was too proud, maybe she had just not figured it worth mentioning. Maybe she just doesn't want to worry me, a part of her thought quietly. Ro knew that there were some things she didn't concern Altair with because she knew it would make her sister worry about her and figured that even the prouder, tougher sister might hide things sometimes. She arched a brow and glared for a moment when Ayden started what sounded like a criticism and then considered his words when he amended them. "Do you count yourself as one of those people?" she snorted disbelievingly, not thinking Ayden to be the type that Altair would hang around. She might have been wrong. She'd been wrong before.
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