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Post by Anasi Visatta on Jun 25, 2009 2:53:27 GMT
Idle hands are never a good thing, but busy hands aren't that much better. Especially, when a person can make this much pottery and this much artwork. All Anasi could really say was that it was stress relieving. The dream world was really doing a number on her mentally. Through all these years...she didn't think that she had helped with anything. She didn't think that she had learned anything about herself. It was just...so hard. She could speak to no one and could do even worse when she was nervous.
Under her left arm were a few pieces that were completed the other day and under her right arm was a painting. She was holding in her hand a small replica of the Nike statue...the one that she so resembled in the dream world. The Nike was famous for its symbolism. Her problem was, however...if she was worthy of such an honor. Though it would be nice to not be wearing such a clingy garment for once...but she could not be picky on such things.
She was transporting her artwork from downstairs to upstairs, wanting to store it in her room. It was obvious she was having a little trouble and found herself stumbling a little. There were just so many stairs.
The violet haired girl had pulled her hair back into a pony tail today, the heat getting to her a little. She wore a dark green tattered shirt and some blue jeans, both of which were covered in paint and wet clay. Not the most attractive look, but she didn't want to mess up her nice clothes.
She got near the top of the stairs and one of her ceramic pieces shifted under her arm. She tried to adjust to keep it from falling but slowly begins to turn to the worst and she found herself falling backwards....
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Post by Jack Callahan™ on Jun 26, 2009 21:33:04 GMT
Jack was not usually the type to care about schoolwork, or much of anything, really, but when his parents were called and told that he was failing, he sort of tried to take a little bit more interest. He had talked to the professor in question the other day and, after much debate, had been told that he could do a report for extra credit.
The report had nearly caused death, it was so long and in depth. He never really contemplated suicide, although he was seriously considering taking that up as he researched and wrote and researched and rewrote. But finally, he had finished it [eight freaking pages--single spaced] and had dashed with all haste to turn it in RIGHT THEN. And his professor had been shocked and pleased when he'd seen it, which made Jack feel even more excited about turning it in than he had been.
Which meant that Jack was sort of walking on air right now. There was a spring in his step that, while usually very much present, was a tad more prominent and he looked quite a bit more smug than usual [...somehow]. While this was all very well and good, it meant that he was also paying a lot less attention than usual, which led to him inevitably not noticing the pretty girl up ahead on the stairs until it was almost too late.
With a jolt, he raced forward, taking the steps two at a time until he reached her and steadied himself, catching her before she could topple over with all of that pottery. Which would have been catastrophic for both of them.
"Well, hey there," he said, smirking a bit. "You know, there are way better ways to get a guy's attention than falling on him."
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Post by Anasi Visatta on Jun 26, 2009 23:12:22 GMT
She squeezed her eyes shut, not believing what was about to happen as she tried to keep the heavy pottery from reassigning itself in pieces on the staircase. Seeing as she couldn't get her footing right again, she prepared herself for the worst...
...Only to meet something very close behind her. It looked like there was some hope for the day after all.
Opening her eyes, Anasi looked back over her right shoulder to see down the stairwell, then over her left as the person spoke. She jumped away from him in embarrassment. Her dark skin hid the rosy blush that crept onto her cheeks, though didn't exactly stop her from dropping what she thought was one of her most valuable pieces. There was a soft crackle as the small Nike figurine fell to its end upon the stair along with the acrylic painting (which remained unphased by the fall). Upon the paintings face was a landscape portrait of the first square of the dream world, the pillars towering over the random objects that were known to fall from the heavens (if there truly were such a thing in the dream world).
The wide eyed girl's gaze was snatched from the handsome male to her broken persona upon the stairs. She could feel her heart break a little, as every work she did was close to her heart. Though...it was all her fault. She shouldn't have been so jumpy after someone had rescued her like that. "I'm so sorry...I didn't know any one was around. I usually fall on less interesting things....like stationary objects...and my face..." Anasi said quitely, then mentally kicking herself for sounding so pathetic. She neeled down to set down the surviving pottery and clean up the destroyed one. "That one took me a long time..."
Her ponytail fell gracefully over her shoulder, seemingly the only graceful thing of today. Anasi kicked herself again, knowing the she should have taken 2 trips instead of one. Though, when she glanced up, she was a little less angry. What she said wasn't great for her self esteem...but it was true. He was a lot more interesting than a flight of stairs.
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Post by Jack Callahan™ on Jul 21, 2009 22:52:58 GMT
Jack was always a gentleman, no matter what, but even he did not have lightning reflexes of that caliber. Catching the girl was one thing and he was quite proud of it, but he did not manage to get the statue as it fell, despite the fact that she had jumped away from him and that he had sort of jerked forward to attempt to reach it. Which sort of sucked, as, almost instantly, he could tell that this piece was something special to her. He straightened up and gave her a sympathetic look, wondering if he should mention it or of he should just let her talk. She, after all, probably didn't want to talk about the recent loss of her artwork [at least, he assumed it was hers].
At her stammering apology, he gave his best Jack-grin and shrugged. "Heeey, you can't be lucky every time you fall," he said, giving her a little wink. Because it was obviously lucky to fall on Jack for more than just the reason that it meant you weren't falling on your face. "But, you know, after a lot of grief, almost everyone gets their big opening. And here, let me help you with that."
He reached forward in an offering to take some of the art work off her hands. He was, after all, a gentleman and she was, after all, quite pretty. And even if she hadn't been, he probably would have offered anyway. There was no reason that a guy couldn't help a girl he spotted on his way to his dorm to carry her artwork, especially since he had just witnessed her drop some.
"And besides, I'm interesting enough to make up for those less interesting things." He wiggled his eyebrows, since he was already grinning, and made sure that she knew that his arms were ready and waiting for anything she chose to put in them, be it art or...you know...something else. ;]
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