There's no retirement for an artist... [ Active | Open ]

[vidate_ensenara]

Characters: Feuilly and anyone hanging out at the Salem Center
Location: A bench by the fountain that now exists :|
Time: Sometime in the afternoon
Content: Feuilly has free time (WHAAAT) so he's drawing. Feel free to bug him.
Format: Starting in prose, but whatever is good.
Warning: Tibet None?

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[plzpookie]

Maureen treated herself to some tea this afternoon. She was walking around with a stack of fliers, handing them to random people she passed by. She'd managed to talk the recreation center into giving her a room Wednesday afternoons for Yoga lessons. It wasn't that hard to charm the girl into giving her a discount rate either.

She wore dark skinny jeans, a black camisole and a white leather jacket that afternoon, the heels of her boots clicking against the ground as she wandered around slowly. Her eyes landed on a familiar figure not too far away.

She climbed onto the fountain's ledge and walked along it until she was behind him, hovering over his shoulder and smiling. "So you're an artist?"

[vidate_ensenara]

Thankfully, he had gotten so used to the near silence of the winter afternoon that the click of someone's heels approaching alerted him almost right away. He turned to look up at whoever was approaching and- oh. Oh, man.

He hadn't spoken with Maureen since that whole Manhattan fiasco. He hadn't been avoiding her exactly, but on the other hand, he hadn't actually made the effort to find her or get in contact with her either. He couldn't blame his schedule because really - how long did it take to ask Bahorel or Thomas if they knew a way to get a hold of the dark-haired young woman?

Pushing those thoughts aside, he laughed quietly, turning back to his sketchbook. "I like to draw, yeah. Don't know if I'd go as far as calling myself an artist."

[plzpookie]

Maureen held her cup steady as she hopped down from the ledge and smiled at him. She was just as guilty about not staying in touch with him, since it was equally easy for her to get his number or email. She took a sip and continued to glance over his shoulder.

"I don't know, it looks like you're pretty good at it," she replied off handedly. "Mind if I sit with you?"

[vidate_ensenara]

He swung his legs off the bench to make room for her, shaking his head in amusement. "Everyone's their own worst critic, I guess."

He closed the sketchbook and turned to face her. "How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch - I know I was supposed to check on getting you a room for your yoga class at the rec center."

HOW DID I MISS THIS

[art_in_chaos]

Angela was so happy to be out of the school again. And with the worst of the snow being over with, she decided to take her sketchpad outside. Only when she got there it seemed someone was already there doing the same thing. "Great minds." She said with a friendly smile, indicating her own drawing pad.

We had an invisibility shield up :O?

[vidate_ensenara]

Feuilly looked up at the sound of a woman's voice, pausing in the middle of drawing a trio of rambunctious five-year-olds play tag amongst the snow drifts. He returned her smile and replied, "Seems like it. You don't find a lot of people willing to sit outside in twenty degree weather to draw."

[art_in_chaos]

She took a seat beside him and flipped open to a fresh sheet. "Well, most people weren't in the hospital for a better part of a month. Besides I love this weather. It's like the whole world has stopped. Great for still life." Ange said pulling out a pencil.

[vidate_ensenara]

A surprised and concerned look passed over his face at the mention of her being in the hospital. "Is everything okay?" He paused for a moment and then added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

He glanced around at the quiet townsquare (except for loud game of tag taking place just half a block over), and nodded. "It's good practice. Winter and spring make a bad time for murals, though."