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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2008 17:20:13 GMT -5
Sometimes they have bands playing here, but more often than not it's just an empty place to come and sit.
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Post by bella on Jun 22, 2008 18:12:25 GMT -5
Quiet, and meek footsteps walked across the park as Bella held her sketch pad and a few pencils in her hands. Its been a month since she ran away, and she was trying to make sure no one recognized her. Especially her parents' friends, if they told her parents where she was at, all hell would break loose. Well, no, they wouldn't care. They didn't care enough to save their only child from the jealousy of her uncle, why would they care if she ran away?
She found a nice, cool spot to sketch in. She sat down, and looked around, trying to see if there was anything she could sketch that would be interesting. There was nothing that interesting, just a few birds and such things. Bella sighed, she glanced up at the gazebo in front of her. Inspiration began to rush through her veins, a small smile crept over her pale face, and her green eyes began to glimmer with delight.
Her dainty hands began to sketch the outside of the building. Her brown curls hung in front of her face, but she didn't bother to push them away. If she did she might lose her inspiration, and that wouldn't do at all. Her artwork was her salary, it was her job, her passion, and her love. She glanced up once in awhile, just to look at the building, and then her head would go back down. Everything around her now was a distraction, and she couldn't look up for the slightest thing.
That is, unless the slightest thing just so happened to be Edward.
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Post by bella on Jun 23, 2008 12:05:48 GMT -5
Bella continued to sketch, making sure that everything was even and perfect. That's just what she was; a perfectionist. She paused for a brief second as she studied the gazebo in front of her, and then the paper she held in her hands. She bit her lip slightly, and then continued.
Her artwork was her only escape from her home life. Her previous home life. Living there was too big of a burden to bear, that's why she ran away. Bella got fed up with her uncle's and her parents' behavior. How could someone be so oblivious to what she was going through? That was the question she asked herself every day.
Bella had an eerie feeling, like someone is watching you. She had felt that feeling when she lived at home. She turned around and saw a young man watching her. She almost let out a sigh of relief, at least it wasn't Edward. She glanced down at her sketch, it was almost done. And the inspiration she had would be easy to get back, a small conversation wouldn't do any harm. "May I help you?" She said.
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Post by bella on Jun 23, 2008 20:12:01 GMT -5
Bella smiled, and turned her sketch pad so he could see it. "I'm drawing the gazebo, its beautiful architecture inspired me." She said. Every day was a gift to her, because she had the gift of freedom. Nothing could hold her down, no one was there to abuse her, and nobody could tell her what to do. She didn't have to follow Edward's rules, and she didn't have to cry herself to sleep every night anymore.
Her steady, green gaze studied the young man in front of her. He was handsome, then again most men in New York were. He had brownish/blondish hair, and from what she could see he had blue eyes. Her lips twitched into a smirk, "My name is Bella.." She said, softly.
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Post by bella on Jun 24, 2008 12:26:20 GMT -5
The corners of Bella's mouth twitched into a smile, "Thanks, I try." She said. "This is how I earn my living." She glanced back down at her sketch pad, and then added a few more soft lines to the picture. She was a perfectionist, and everything had to be perfect. If it wasn't, she considered it bad, and threw it out. Thankfully this time she had enough inspiration to keep on going with the picture.
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Post by bella on Jun 24, 2008 15:01:56 GMT -5
Bella pushed back some of her brown curls, so that they laid on top of her head carelessly. That was her style, just careless. She stopped caring a long time ago, most of her nice clothes were either ripped or stained with blood.
She smiled, "Thank you.." She wasn't used to compliments, in fact she was used to derogatory remarks from her uncle. In his eyes she wasn't good enough, she wasn't smart enough, she wasn't pretty enough, and she was good for nothing. After hearing those things over and over, day in and day out, she couldn't help but believe them. Her own mind was playing tricks on her. Bella studied him, wondering what his occupation was. "Where do you work?" She asked.
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Post by bella on Jun 24, 2008 22:17:27 GMT -5
Bella raised her eyebrows, "Oh really?" She's been to Brooklyn before, of course. It was a nice borough, and she often visited there to paint or sketch the bridge. The Brooklyn Bridge was one of her favorite things to sketch, it was so interesting.
"I just sort of wander wherever." She said with a simple shrug. She didn't have a 'real' home ever since she ran away. It was fine with her as long as she wasn't at her parent's house with Edward.
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Post by bella on Jun 26, 2008 11:03:16 GMT -5
"Brooklyn is very nice," Bella agreed, some of the people there weren't the nicest. But every person had a story behind them, and some people's stories caused them to be meaner than others. Like Bella, she tried to hide everything that's happened to her, and it caused her to get angry at people easier. It was hard to try to hide something that has been apart of her for so long.
She smiled slightly. "Maybe I could help you, where do you want to go?" She asked.
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Post by bella on Jun 27, 2008 16:20:52 GMT -5
"Ohh," Bella nodded, understanding. She didn't know James's brother, so she probably couldn't be much help. "I hope you find him." She said with a small smile.
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Post by bella on Jun 29, 2008 14:48:53 GMT -5
"I'm sure he will." She said with a smile. She knew nothing about his brother, she didn't even know his name.
Bella didn't know what to say next, she fidgeted with the lead pencil in her hand. "So, what's it like living in Brooklyn?" It was a stupid question, but she didn't know what else to say.
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Post by bella on Jul 21, 2008 21:01:29 GMT -5
Bella smiled in reply, Brooklyn really was a nice place. She stayed there for a night or two, but mainly she lived in an alleyway of Midtown. It wasn't the nicest place to live, but it beat living at home with Edward always down her neck asking what she was doing, where she was going. Ugh, it was annoying, Bella was a very independent girl, she learned at an early age the only person she could depend on was herself.
"Oh...well, I stay wherever really." She said, nonchalantly as if it wasn't a big deal. Which it wasn't, but she did miss having the security of knowing that she would come home and it would always be there. Sometimes she would go to her alleyway, and some of her things would be gone, or a loaf of bread would've been eaten by some of the cats living there. "I live in an alley in Midtown, that's where I'm staying at right now." She was only staying in apartments until she had enough money to buy a cheap apartment. Or, she could always live in an abandoned building or something. She would have the comfort of home without the price. Bella smiled at her idea, how clever was she?
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Post by bella on Jul 22, 2008 10:13:25 GMT -5
"I do pride myself on it." She said, earlier on she would see people living in alleyways, and she would pity them. She thought they were just too lazy to go out and get a real job, now that she actually had experienced it, she thought differently.
"I'll think about it." Bella said with a smile, "I'm already getting tired of the alleyways in Midtown, but that's just me. I can't stay in one place for too long." She said with a shrug.
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Post by bella on Jul 23, 2008 11:48:35 GMT -5
Bella nodded, "Yeah...I better be going as well." She said, she still didn't know her way to Midtown very well, and she didn't want to get lost. Especially since she didn't know who could be roaming the streets. The last thing she wanted was to get caught by her uncle.
"It was nice talking to you, James." Bella smiled, "And I hope you find your brother." She said as she picked up her sketch book and pencils. Its been so long since she actually had a conversation with someone, she felt a pang of sadness that it had to end. Needless to say, that feeling didn't last long. She knew she had other things to do, and it was stupid of her to be in the park sitting in broad daylight where anyone could find her.
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Post by chance on Aug 4, 2008 19:48:01 GMT -5
<New Day>
Chance was lounging in the gazebo in the middle of Pelham Bay Park, trying to stay out of the oppressive heat of the sun. It wasn't good for business, but then again, the summer heat had a way of sucking all possible business out of nearly every corner of the New York streets. He glanced back down at the half drawn face on the page in his lap, some rich lady who'd paused for half a second before dismissing him underneath the grime. It had been a slow day in general, but begrudging the lack of coin in his pocket wasn't going to get him anywhere.
Instead, he flipped to a new page and eyed a tree that was just a few feet from the gazebo. He wasn't much on landscapes, preferring the complexities and layers that he found in a human face, but it would keep him in practice and there was little he loved to do more than simply draw. His hands moved smoothly over the paper as he carefully sketched out the outline of the tree as he stretched his long legs out and became absorbed in his work.
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Post by peem on Aug 4, 2008 20:26:35 GMT -5
Peem was wandering before going home. The price hike was hitting him a bit harder than he had thought it would...he was considering trying to find a job at the docks. The work was harder, but at least he'd be able to help his mother out a bit more.
Cutting through the Park, he figured he should get out from under the sun, stepping into the Gazebo. There was someone already there, but he figured that the other wouldn't mind...he was drawing though, so Peem sat down, quietly, not wanting to disturb the other man.
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