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Post by LACIE ANNE BELROSE on Apr 22, 2012 21:14:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAYBE I LIKE THIS ROLLERCOASTER, MAYBE IT KEEPS ME HIGH. WORDS: 450+ TAGGED FOR: theodore OUTFIT: here NOTES hope this is an ok start! xD sorry for my rambling
She should've applied as a caricature artist the way she was drawing at the moment. Planted at the base of a thick oak tree just outside of the food court, catching brief glances at unsuspecting passersby that she might render them accordingly. Her next act didn't begin for another couple of hours, and Lacie was having a grand old time drawing in the meantime. Draftsmanship, painting, dance…they were all forms of art, really, and she enjoyed each to an incredible degree for the freedom they granted her body and mind.
She shifted her weight against a gnarled root and homed in on an overweight woman in the distance who possessed a particularly distinctive profile. Thank god for sunglasses or else Lacie was sure she'd be questioned for her incessant staring. It took a specific type of person to be cool with assuming the role of model, and strangers weren't generally fond of being put on the spot. She felt like a detective or some such thing as she started in on general contour lines like her pencil were somehow an extension of her eye. In her head, she crafted a score of "spy music" to accompany her constant glances…something like the theme from Inspector Gadget except with a more prominent horn line. She fought a tiny smile at the thought as she started in on shading. The woman had moved beyond her vision, but Lacie had already sketched in enough features that she could work with the skeleton. She hummed a bit. Got up after a while and purchased a lemonade from one of the vendors before thumping back down in front of the tree.
It appeared quite a lazy life at the moment, that of a circus performer. But when she was in the midst of rehearsals or caught up in a live routine, nobody worked harder than Lacie Belrose. A few years ago, she'd been battling anorexia, and it was a wonder simply knowing how far she'd come. She'd shed so many past insecurities that stepping up on stage and exposing half her body to a crowd no longer sent her into an unseen fit of paranoia. Sure, sometimes she still got a bit obsessive where food was concerned, but she'd essentially transformed from the girl forced into the fashion world by overbearing parents.
Slowly, Lacie chewed the edge of her straw while finishing up the final touches on her drawing. Before long, she'd need to scout out another model..hopefully getting in another sketch before she was needed back at the Burlesque tent.
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Post by THEODORE AVERY CORNELL on Apr 23, 2012 22:35:44 GMT -5
The sky sprayed a forget-me-not blue on that pleasant afternoon. Theodore knew a lot about beauty, and he knew that the sky had never been more beautiful. Although he was the single man on the lighting situation at his traveling circus, he refused to spend the entire day untangling wires inside. One, because any tangled wires could remain tangled and still work. Two, because he had the lighting situation in his particular tent down to a science. And three, because he hadn't seen a sky that bright in a long time. He was headed for a walk.
The area he decided to stroll around was pleasant, the people seemed happy enough and the mood of the block was calm in a way he didn't know semi-busy outskirts could be. Every character there was going about with their own agenda and seemingly different purpose, yet they all intertwined on the side walks with ease. Theodore passed through the food court, to smell spices and foods from every corner of the world, reinvented to please their audience. A few people loitered around the grassy meadows and tables laid out, each for their own purpose. A few squirrels ran around the sizable trees scattered about. For a moment, you wouldn't believe global warming or war or reality television existed, everyone just sat down and breathed, like they were ready to live in harmony.
Theodore spotted a friend of his sitting down under a thick oak tree, the branches shading her face as she sketched the world around her. He thought this would be a nice chance to talk to her, but did not want to disturb her work. His feet led him back into the food court, where he picked up two especially steaming plates of mandarin chicken on white rice. Both included bubbling sodas who's cans he accidentally shook as he stumbled with the food. It was only when he sat next to Lacie that he noticed her emptied lemonade and he introduced himself with the comment, "Lemonade is not lunch." A half smile playing on his lips as he waited for her to jump at his surprise. He set the food down before anything else was jumbled in the mess. He didn't mind that she had already eaten some or that she probably wasn't that hungry- because hello, she was as close to the courts as him- he had wanted to buy her lunch just because. And he refused to let anything else effect his belief behind that decision.
He tilted his head, trying to look over her shoulder at the sketched beneath, but as if the sun had suddenly become pro-privacy, is shone into his darting eyes and caused him to look back at his meal. He didn't try again. "I brought you a proper meal" Another smile slipped as he tried to cover up the spontaneousness of the lunch before them or the nervousness on his brow or the distinct wind that just shook a couple of napkins out from under his plastic plate.
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muse; Walking the Dog by Fun.
outfit; here.
credits; zie @ CAUTION!
lyrics by Marianas Trench!
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Post by LACIE ANNE BELROSE on Apr 24, 2012 19:26:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAYBE I LIKE THIS ROLLERCOASTER, MAYBE IT KEEPS ME HIGH. WORDS: 750+ TAGGED FOR: theodore OUTFIT: here NOTES ^__^
She was so intently focused on her value-rendering at present that Lacie failed to notice the approach of her good friend, Theodore. His words hit her completely out of the blue and she jumped about a foot in the air as he expressed that lemonade did not make for a suitable lunch. "Ah!" she exclaimed involuntarily, the sketchbook slipping sideways from her lap. But in just as much time as it took for her to start, Lacie was able to turn and recognize her companion. Her shaken expression melted into an easy grin and she leaned towards him amicably, "God, Teddy, you scared me! Guess I was too far 'in the zone,' huh? Making myself into a starving artist or whatever without even knowing it." She laughed, pushed the vintage sunglasses up a bit along the bridge of her nose and then dropped her pencils down beside the drawing pad. It was probably best to take a break, anyway, before she got too caught up in the sketch and accidentally missed out on her performance. It had happened before, a couple of weeks ago, and so she knew it wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility.
While some artists might've been irked by the disruption, Lacie was far too much of laid-back person to really care. Besides, she thoroughly enjoyed Theodore's company. And by the looks of things he came bearing gifts, as well. She lifted up her empty lemonade cup and gave the straw one last run-over with her teeth before tossing it towards the wastebasket some few feet away. Naturally, it bounced off the rim, and she had to force herself to get up and dispose of it properly. "Oh, shoot," she said with yet another throaty laugh as she shuffled over and stuffed it into the bin manually. Once she'd loped back to her place by the tree, she surveyed the plate of chicken and white rice the other had so kindly brought for her. "Aw, thanks so much, Teddy. It looks crazy good." She grinned up at him and made a show of crossing her partially bared legs and settling the plate at the center of her lap. Really, Lacie was hungrier than she'd even realized, and she figured she'd have little problem finishing the meal off. "You, sir, are a true gentleman pulling stuff like this," Lacie said cheerily, scooting even nearer to the other as she lifted her fork and poised it for action, "People hardly ever bring me food."
Slowly, Lacie started halving the pieces of chicken with her fork until they were separated into small bits, and then she went about rearranging until each piece of meat was paired with a cluster of rice. Old habits die hard, as they say. But she didn't even think about it as she started in on eating the meal, bringing fork after small forkful to her perpetually pouting lips. Suddenly, some of the napkins went slipping away from Theodore's grasp and Lacie, dropping her fork down onto her plate, made to catch them wildly. Somehow, she was able to snatch one back from the wind without sending the rest of her lunch flying, and proudly she twisted to hand it back to her companion, "Oh yeah, Super Lacie to the rescue! Here you go, babe."
Somehow, she didn't even notice Theodore's nervousness or his eagerness to catch a glimpse of her drawing. She was too busy eating and casually taking note of how unassumingly appealing his features were: smooth skin that lay somewhere between light and dark, chiseled cheekbones, and perceptive eyes. She suppressed a smile at the realization and decided to take her mind off the subject for the time being.
"So how's the lighting tech gig going? All finished for today?" She swallowed and lifted up one of the soda cans Theodore had thought to bring along, as well, "I'm gonna need a nice biiiiig spotlight going when I hit the stage in a few." She chuckled and made to open her drink, only to have it start bubbling over the metal rim like a volcanic eruption.
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