Quentin James (boycott_love) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-07-15 07:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-08, quentin |
I forget where I come from, and I don't care.
Who: Quentin and Jenny (plus Quentin's familiar, Willie)
Where: The park
When: Afternoon
Quentin needed out. Sometimes his best work wasn't done in the studio, or in his apartment, but when he just went for a drive and found a place to sit and sketch for a while. He had a few commissions to work on, and those would get done, but he found himself facing a small bit of artist's block, so to speak. So he tossed a few supplies into the Mustang and took off. As it was Quentin, it wasn't like he had a destination in mind - or even really knew how to get there - but the weather was nice and he liked the feel of the wind in his hair as he drove. Soon, he wouldn't be able to take the top down on the Mustang anymore, and he was going to enjoy this while it still lasted.
Eventually, he found himself at the park in town, and figured this was as good a place as any to settle in for a while. With his art supplies stuffed into a worn leather messenger bag, Quentin found himself a park bench and settled in. He was still wearing flip flops - again, something he wasn't giving up until he absolutely had to - and he stretched his legs out across the bench, said flip flops toed off absentmindedly. Willie had followed him, of course, because Willie always followed him, but the bird knew enough not to bother Quentin when he was working. Mostly. Otherwise the seagull was going to get chased around by floating markers again. Quentin was not above using his telekinesis to make sure Willie got the point.
So focused was he on his work that he never even saw someone else coming up to him. When the wind caught one of the loose pages in the back of his sketchbook, Quentin simply waved a hand and summoned it back to him. It was rare for him to be so nonchalant with his powers, but he was in a good mood, and art tended to distract him.