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Post by siva on Jul 28, 2011 20:02:39 GMT -5
 Though the outdoors beating down with merciless, sweltering heat, the mall’s interior was thankfully chilled with the wonderful invention of air conditioning. Crowds had already come in that afternoon to pick up on the latest deals and the large food court itself was practically packed full of shoppers taking a break to enjoy a late lunch before continuing on their frenzy. More than one was loud, laughing frivolously with their friends as if they had been separated for an eternity rather than a handful of days.
Of to the side in a little out of the way crevice where the crowd was thinnest, Siva sat at one of the nifty little round tables with a cup of cold coffee for company. Easily tuning out all the noise, he lazily leaned on one hand, the pencil in his other moving in short, sure strokes across the page. Though this particular drawing was still in its beginning stages with a light, rough step laying the foundation to a more detailed picture, it was clearly the fountain that gurgled endlessly in the middle of the food court.
It wasn’t the first time Siva drew that particular piece of architecture and it certainly wasn’t the last. He had drawn it dozens of times and could probably do it from memory by now but Siva liked catching the water as it splashed almost playfully into the wide basin. Occasionally, his pencil strayed from the focus of the drawing and started to add more detail to its surroundings. Siva easily added in pieces of the far wall, lined with flashing shop signs and along with them, the silhouettes of shoppers; bits of tables around the fountain itself, some empty, others occupied with people eating or talking jovially and laughing at some—
The sound of a shrieking, high pitched voice somewhere to his right caused the male to flinch. The world came back alive in a full cacophony of human voices and noise ringing loud in his ears. Caught off guard, his pencil skidded across the page, creating a dark line in the paper. He frowned at it like it was offensive, not bothering to glower over to the side to where a couple had begun conversing loudly. Well, there went his peace. Snatching up his eraser and tuning out the noise, Siva attacked the stray line even though he knew it was a wasted effort. Pencil that dark never lifted well. Of course, he could continue around the line but just seeing it there dark and heavy amongst all the lighter lines cause his frown to deepen. Flipping to the next page, he gave the food court a quick once over, not feeling like drawing the fountain again.
Eyes not focused on anything in particular, the pencil made a few revolutions around his fingers before he started again with long strokes, seemingly random strokes. Movement, he wanted to draw movement. Siva didn’t really know where he was going with this picture, but the oblong shapes he was drawing were starting to look like feathers and a few more strokes showed arms lifted high and graceful as if in dance. ’Firebird’, he thought.
everything is but a blur !?
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Post by jamie on Jul 30, 2011 10:57:44 GMT -5
Usually Jamie McAllister was not the sort of person to wander around a mall by himself. He was almost always with someone, whether it was a close friend or someone had just met. Despite the fact that he liked to keep a little bit of mysterious air about him Jamie was generally a social creature by nature. Just because he didn't want to inform someone of his deep familial past didn't mean that he didn't want to be in someone's company. So it was for this very reason that there was a small frown clinging to the edge of his lips. It was thin and barely noticeable but it was still there.
The teenage boy stood off to the side of the food court with a few shopping bags hung over his right arm in a colorful array that represented the several different stores he'd already visited and chosen from. A small phone was resting in his hands but he wasn't busy with a phone call or a text. Jamie only glanced down at it randomly every once in a while as if he were waiting for something to happen. One of his friends was supposed to meet him here but they were late. Very late. In fact, they were at least an hour and a half late. Jamie did not like tardiness. Punctuality was one thing he valued above others.
The boy who looked almost flawlessly like a girl took a deep breath as he pocked the phone inside of his tight black skinny jeans. Once he was finished he pushed a few strands of bleached hair out of his blue eyes and moved away from the wall. Jamie supposed that it was pretty much time to leave if his friend were never going to show up. He didn't want to look pathetic any longer strolling about the shops by himself.
Jamie began to move fluidly through the small clutter of tables that were off to the side and he passed by what appeared to be an Asian boy with a sketch pad. His cumbersome load of shopping bags gently grazed against the boy's arm and table as he passed and one of them snagged onto the corner of it. Jamie gasped softly as he felt some sort of resistance that hindered his progress and turned to glance back at the table. His eyes washed over the boy for a moment before he gently plucked his bag free.
"I'm sorry. I guess I have too many bags." His voice was soft with a slight hint of femininity but not enough to conceal his true gender. In the short moment that Jamie had taken to free his bag he had also come to a judgment about the boy. Most people with sketchpads in malls were loners.
 credits; caitlyn of caution 2.0 made this template. do not remove the credit, or she'll throw you to her piranhas. lyrics are from monster by paramore.
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