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Nov 29, 2009 22:29

Xander really didn't know why he'd signed up for the drawing class. It had just seemed like the right thing to to do. And he was honestly surprised to find out that he enjoyed it. He'd never been much of a writer, like Willow had been with her diary, so he'd never really had a way to put his ideas down on paper before and that's what this felt like ( Read more... )

xander harris, buffy summers, stacy hutchins, max carrigan, o-ren ishii

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chose November 30 2009, 05:18:06 UTC
Buffy paused in her tracks. The island wasn't so large that running into familiar faces was underheard of, but it was still a little strange to catch Xander out and about. Particularly when he was...sketching.

"Wow," she breathed, getting a better look as she walked up behind him. "Aren't you a regular Michaelangelo. Or, you know. Insert dead artist's name here."

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scoobys_heart December 1 2009, 02:53:32 UTC
Xander looked up at her standing behind him, and gave her a slight bashful grin with a small shrug. "Just practicing for my class. How you doing Buff?" It was still weird having her here. Not that he didn't like it, but it was still weird to wake up in the morning and remember that she was in the next room again.

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chose December 3 2009, 02:01:16 UTC
"Same old, same old," Buffy replied, grinning. "And by same old, I mean various activities which are neither same nor old, as I haven't been here long enough for either."

She pauses for a moment, considering those words. "Although I was thinking about doing some good old-fashioned scooby research. See if I can find out what I'm up against back home, even if it's one-hundred percent completely in vain."

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scoobys_heart December 3 2009, 04:03:37 UTC
Xander considered her for a moment, biting his lip. "But you probably won't remember it when you get home anyway. Why not just relax and enjoy yourself?" He didn't know the details, but from Anya, Spike and Giles, he knew things didn't go well. He'd rather see her enjoy herself while she could, without the weight of the world on her shoulders.

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babyviper November 30 2009, 06:11:45 UTC
"Your skill will increase with time," O-Ren said, and it wasn't until a second or two later that she realized she was talking a bit too much like her teachers. "I mean. You're good. I can see that you have talent."

She shifted her weight, smoothing her hands on her skirt. "Gomen ne. I've been trying to be more spontaneous in speaking to people. It's not working."

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scoobys_heart December 1 2009, 03:00:26 UTC
Being so concentrated on his sketch, Xander hadn't noticed her walk up until she said something. He looked up with a surprised blink, which quickly melted into a friendly grin as he picked up on her nerves. "Oh hey, thanks! I don't know about talent, I just like doing it."

He paused his hand but not lifting up so he could give her his full attention. "Hey, don't be hard on yourself. I'd say that was very spontaneous. I'm Xander."

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babyviper December 1 2009, 03:12:04 UTC
"My name is O-Ren," she said, perhaps a little pleased that she was still able to approach without notice. A small comfort, but still a comfort. She shifted the sword at her hip without thought, so that she could crouch beside him.

"What are you drawing?"

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scoobys_heart December 1 2009, 03:46:45 UTC
It was a testament to all the time he'd spent around Buffy in the past few years that the sword around the girl's waist didn't phase him for a moment. It was amazing what didn't phase him anymore...and that was kinda a sad thought.

"I'm drawing that hut over there. I'm trying to do it in one continuous line." He explained as he started moving his hand again to start drawing in the roof.

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so_heavy November 30 2009, 21:46:50 UTC
There's a sort of comforting familiarity to being around artists, Max finds. It's nice to know, in the obtuse sense, that there will always be people making art, but nice too, that it reminds him of Jude not as the manipulative bastard he sometimes is, but as the quiet creative genius.

Unlit cigarette tucked behind one ear, Max steps over to the guy, gives a nod toward the sketch pad. "Sometimes I think I should try drawing, and then I remember I don't have a creative bone in my body," he remarks.

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scoobys_heart December 1 2009, 03:14:56 UTC
Just like Xander didn't really think of himself as a dancer, he didn't think of himself as an artist. It was just something he did that made him feel better so it didn't matter if he was good at it or not.

He looked up and gives the guy a friendly smile. "I don't think I do either, it's just oddly relaxing. Even if it does come out looking like a 5 year olds scribble."

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so_heavy December 2 2009, 07:06:41 UTC
Artists can be a fickle bunch, jealously protective of their work; Max lives with one, has lived with one for what feels like forever but isn't, knows how it goes. He'd kept his eyes from wandering, resisted peeking until now, when he takes the guy's remark as invitation for an assessment and finds him modest.

"I don't know, man, that looks pretty good to me. One of my best friends is an artist, did it for a living before he showed up here, and he does a lot with some scribbles."

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scoobys_heart December 3 2009, 03:57:30 UTC
Xander cocked his head as he looked at his sketch, then shrugged. It looked enough like the hut, but wasn't that point? Did that make him an artist? He'd...honestly never thought about it. "I guess. Your more of an expert then me, I'm sure. I just like doing it."

"Oh," He wiped his free hand on his jeans before offering it to the guy, "Xander, hut artist extraordinaire. Nice to meet you."

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saved_the_knees December 1 2009, 02:46:57 UTC
She'd come back for her shoes. Months later and Mathias would probably still be finding odds and ends scattered around the hut. Things she'd forgotten she even had.

She still had a problem walking through the jungle in open-toed shoes, and after a pretty bad blister, she'd decided maybe she should go see if she'd left her sneakers behind in their hut. His hut.

It wasn't hers anymore.

After searching every corner, she'd only found one. The left -- hidden under her bed, along with a hair scrunchie and a candy wrapper from Halloween. With a defeated look, she slipped out of the hut with her one shoe hanging loosely from her hand, stopping when she saw the man with the sketchbook just outside.

"Hi."

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scoobys_heart December 1 2009, 03:37:10 UTC
Xander had already started incorporating the woman into his sketch before he realized she was standing there looking at him. He blushed bashfully and gave her a small wave with the hand that wasn't holding the charcoal. "Uh...hi. Umm...I hope you don't mind me drawing your hut?" Awkward? Just a little!

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saved_the_knees December 1 2009, 05:57:32 UTC
"Oh! No. No, it's totally fine," she said, putting on a smile and wandering a little closer. One of her skinny shoulders rolling in a helpless shrug, she laughed and said, "It's kind of not really even mine anymore."

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scoobys_heart December 1 2009, 18:50:55 UTC
"Oh." Xander thought about this for a monet before asking with honest amusement, "Is this one of those 'Yay! Your moving out' moments or 'I'm sorry your moving out' moments?" It was an important question because he didn't want to offend her by acting the wrong way.

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