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if i was somebody (_namine_) wrote in poseidonacademy,
@ 2009-08-19 18:46:00

Who: Namine, and anyone else who feels like ~~pestering~~ joining her!
Doing what: Sketching landscapes and people!
Where: The front of the school.
When: Late afternoon/evening time.
Warnings: ... It's Namine so... possibly horrifying amounts of awkward!cute?

Namine sits in front of the school, on the nearest patch of grass that has a tree. There is a steady stream of people coming in and out of the main building, and she is enjoying watching them.

With her knees drawn up and her sketchpad on her lap, Namine slowly draws out the impressive structure of Poseidon Academy and captures the nameless people that walk to and from it. It's times like this, she's at her best, her most peaceful.

Eventually she switches to a new sheet of paper and writes on it in large, delicate letters. The page is ripped out of her sketchpad and set in front of her, to be seen by anyone who passes her by. It reads 'free portraits' and nothing more.

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latrineorderly
2009-08-20 01:25 am UTC (link)

[OOC: did somebody say pester?]

Excel Excel was carrying a large sign advertising for a particular nearby ramen shop. She huffed along quietly in the summer weather. Excel had been expressly ordered (after an incident or two or thee) not to interact with anybody in any way other than carrying the sigh, which was bright, and bobbed lazily above Excel's head at an angle that made it nearly unreadable. Hey, the pay was lousy but the boss was a good guy who seemed to like Menchi, although Excel had a slight hesitation about leaving the little dog there alone (something about the gleam in his eye and the proximity of butchering knives made Excel wonder if her emergency food supply might come to premature use). In the end a part time job was a part time job, and Excel knew that Menchi would take care of herself as usual. She was a good dog.

Excel turned a corner in her circular path around the block. Not talking to anybody sure made this job boring. She sighed to express her boredom just as the word "FREE" caught the corner of her eye. Suddenly Excel was standing in front of Nanime and her makeshift sign, leaning down to read it with a squint. "Portraits?" she blinked. What was the gimmick she wondered? Free with a contract or commission? The sign currently propped against Excel's shoulder and this shoved into Nanime's face proudly advertised free a order of ramen (with purchase of 3 bowls), yet this portrait offer had no parenthetical disclaimers or fine print whatsoever. On that note, what sort of portrait would be free and why would anybody want one? "What's the catch?" Excel wondered out loud.

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_namine_
2009-08-20 01:30 am UTC (link)

(OOC: Why yes 8D)

Namine was happy to continue drawing whatever she saw, or better yet, whatever came to mind. She had done numerous drawings of the school in the past day or so and did not need anymore. Hence the sign.

She looks up from her pencil and pad and blinks quite simply at Excel, as if she isn't comprehending english. For a moment she is silent even still and then she tries to smile politely. It works well enough.

"There is no catch," Namine says, she needs the practice if she's maybe going to be an artist, and even if she wasn't going to do that, she needed to constantly improve anyway. "If you would like one, I can do it," she is already studying Excel's face, working out the line art in her head and then pinning down the finer details.

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latrineorderly
2009-08-20 01:42 am UTC (link)

Excel stands up, blinking still. This girl must be an artist, or an art student. Lowering her sign, Excel leans on it, digging the top into the grass a bit as her weight presses, bending it. Her boss won't like that, later. "Alright," Excel suddenly shoves her arm out in a 'peace' sign pose, as though she were posing for a snapshot instead of a portrait. "Lay it on me!"

Excel holds her post for a few seconds. Five.. ten, until it becomes apparent to her that this is going to cramp her arm and just won't do. She goes back to leaning on the sign, and craning her neck to try and see if the portrait is being drawn yet. "Wait!" she blinks after a moment longer, pointing in accusation, "You aren't one of those people who says they are doing a portrait but then exaggerates everything to make the person all butt ugly and silly are you?!"

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_namine_
2009-08-20 01:49 am UTC (link)

Something like that. An artist, maybe that's what she was. Maybe.

Namine has the line art done by the time Excel decides that she can't hold the pose anymore. Yes, she is quite quick when she needs to be, and she does not lose any of her skill in the process. Namine is suddenly engrossed in drawing Excel in that pose, along with the obnoxious sign, and so she does not look up, but she does answer.

"... No, I happen to think that's very rude and an insult to art," some people saw humor in that, Namine didn't.

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latrineorderly
2009-08-20 01:57 am UTC (link)

Well that was refreshing. Of course Excel knows she is has no flaws in her figure that might be exaggerated. Actually, it was her clothing that would be the most likely subject of caricature, with her outrageous shoulder pads, short shorts, and generally spacey looking ACROSS uniform, but Excel would never recognize or admit to that point. She lowers her finger and arm to go back to leaning against her sign. The sign complains by bending against the grass and creasing a bit while Excel leans to try and peek at the portrait.

"HEY! Do you think you could draw me with somebody else?! ... Like.. arm around me and that kind of thing?!" Suddenly with this idea Excel pats eagerly at the sides of her shorts and then the rest of her pockets and clothing. She was sure she was carrying a picture of Lord Il Palazzo... somewhere. Excel reaches her hand down her shirt to check in her bra, digging around in there a bit longer than the modesty of most would allow, but the picture isn't in there. Did I leave it under my pillow? She thinks to herself.

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	_namine_ 2009-08-20 02:07 am UTC (link)
	Namine almost jumps, Excel is so very loud and Namine isn't used to it at all. Thankfully the drawing is safe and she doesn't mess it up, she hates going back and erasing. Better to get it right the first time around. "I could," she says, blushing at Excel's lack of .... whatever it was, modesty? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

latrineorderly
2009-08-20 02:38 am UTC (link)

Excel is sorely disappointed that she can't find her pocket photo of Il Palazzo. She decides it must have been left at home in her room, perhaps under her pillow. It was getting a little worn in a spot right over his lips anyway. She sighs.

"Well Il Palazzo is sort of tall and dashing with a cap and really cool glasses and god damn if he isn't amazingly sexy oh and he looks all noble and he has long hair," as Excel talks, she gestures to illustrate the appearance she is trying to obey. She rambles on for a bit, but in the end finds herself unable to adequately describe Lord Il Palazzo. Her body droops a bit and she leans more heavily on the stick that's holding the sign. "Oh nevermind, just a portrait of me then." To herself, Excel thinks she might draw Il Palazzo in later.

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_namine_
2009-08-20 02:53 am UTC (link)

Namine pauses in her drawing to listen. She tries to determine if the mental image she has of this Il Palazzo will do versus an actual picture. She decides that it will not and Excel will have to live without it. She decides all of this before even hearing Excel. Huh.

"It's finished," she says softly and hands the picture over. It is quite perfectly drawn, and includes the obnoxious sign. Excel is in the pose that she held for that simple ten seconds, and it looks as if the other female managed longer then that for Namine.

"Do you like it?"

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latrineorderly
2009-08-20 04:13 am UTC (link)

"Say this is pretty good!" Excel turns the picture over in her hand before tracing her fingers over the paper, imagining where she might draw Il Palazzo with his arms around her. Of course, in Excel's mind the drawing of Il Palazzo is much better than any she could actually do herself. She folds the picture up carefully and shoves it into her pocket with a sigh. Then she looks down at the sigh, which is doubled over bent and covered in grass stains. "GAH! Boss man's gonna fire me for this he said one more thing and I'm out and I'll have to shake him down if I want to get paid for today!" Excel's tone is suddenly panicked as she kneels on the grass over her battered sign. Franticly she tries to flatten it at and brush the grass off, but in her haste she rips it. "GAAH!" she cries out, fumbling in her pockets. "Tape. Tape!"

Really, Excel could care less about some crummy, annoying advertising sign. But losing a paycheck over it was another matter.

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