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Post by chance on Aug 4, 2008 20:40:36 GMT -5
It took Chance a moment to realize that he had company, the other man had moved so quietly into the gazebo and Chance had been so engrossed in his work. When he sensed the other presence, he glanced up and nodded his head in a quick greeting, before returning his eyes to the page in his lap. Under the guise of work, Chance studied the other man from beneath his eyelashes, as an artist he had found that he often watched people, studied them. The man was handsome, perhaps not in the most traditional sense, but his face was an interesting study in contrasts that had Chance's fingers itching to draw. And he seemed a thoughtful type, the way he sat quietly across the gazebo without saying a word.
Sitting up a little straighter, Chance set aside his drawings and smiled over at the other man. "Hot out there today..." He lifted an arm and ran a few fingers through his dark hair.
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Post by perch on Aug 5, 2008 2:44:28 GMT -5
Perch walked quietly through the park. Her eyebrows knitted together as she tried to remember when the last time she had come to the bronx had been. It had been a while, but she still remembered her favorite place. She smiled as she walked towards the gazebo. The minute she had gotten off the streets she had taken off her shoes so she could feel the grass under her feet. In her hand she carried her shoes and under her arm she had tucked a book. A free hand was always preferred when not near home. As she neared the gazebo she pulled the book out and held it in her previously free hand.When her father had become sick she had learned how to read so she could read to him when he couldn't and he had told her to never lose that skill so she read whenever she had a chance. She stepped into the gazebo quietly after looking over the other people who were there. They didn't look to harmful and besides, she had walked all the way there to read and she wasn't going to leave without doing so. She sat gingerly on the edge of one of the benches and then pulled her feet up so she was curled up. When her shoes were set safely beside her, she opened the book and began reading one of her favorite stories, peter pan.
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Post by peem on Aug 5, 2008 17:07:07 GMT -5
Peem smiled, looking at the other man evenly. He looked...well...homeless. But with the price of papers these days, he wasn't surprised. He could see that he was handsome, and had a kind face behind the grime. A good, trustworthy face. "It is, Hotter than Hell in a Heatwave.." He laughed lightly. "Or something like that."
As the girl came in Peem paused in talking, unsure if he should continue to talk if the girl wanted to read. There was a reader, an artist...and a man who listened. He simply had nothing to do with his hands.
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Post by chance on Aug 5, 2008 17:16:31 GMT -5
Chance laughed at the other man's response, nodding in agreement. He never gave much thought to how he looked these days, the hard years getting to New York and surviving on the streets had taught him that vanity had no place there. "When I get to hell, I'll let you know." Chance replied with an easy smile, pausing when the girl cam into the gazebo. She didn't say a word, merely set down her shoes and began reading, paying them no mind.
He studied her for a moment, as he had the man, noting the graceful curve of her neck and how her movements were innately feminine and he glanced at his tablet before returning his attention to the man. He tried not to inspect people to carefully, he knew it made them uncomfortable, but oftentimes the artist in him couldn't help it. Like now as he noted the unique chocolate brown of the other man's eyes. "Maybe it'll rain tonight," He added, somewhat hopefully, and mostly to fill the air between them.
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Post by perch on Aug 5, 2008 18:32:19 GMT -5
Perch's eyes hadn't left the page since she'd began reading but she'd developed a sort of skill that she could never seem to turn off. She was always conscious of what was happening around her. Sometimes it was easier to ignore people but today seemed to not be one of those days. She glanced up and happened to catch Chance looking at her. She looked back down quickly but then glanced up again just to study the other person. She kept reading, pretending to focus on the book but she couldn't help but listen to their conversation.
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Post by peem on Aug 5, 2008 21:07:13 GMT -5
Peem smiled. "Well rain is good, but then it just gets muggy...but its a nice break no?" He laughed, stretching out. The man seemed well mannered enough...he didn't add in that rain when lacking a roof over your head couldn't be the most plesant thing, either.
"Peter Pan is one of my brother's favorite books, Miss. Good choice.." He said casually.
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Post by chance on Aug 5, 2008 21:12:31 GMT -5
"Sometimes a small price to pay for a few moments of relief," Chance commented, stretching his long legs out in front of him. The other man had a kind way about him that Chance felt almost drawn too. He scooped up his drawing when the other man spoke to the girl, studying them both with his artistic eye. They were a unique pair, and perhaps that's what drew him, made him long to shape the lines, angles and curves of their faces with the lead of his pencil. Instead he etched them to memory, to try and replicate later, his dark blue eyes returning to the man before drifting back to his drawings.
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Post by perch on Aug 5, 2008 21:30:17 GMT -5
Perch looked up a little unsure of if she should answer or not. She hesitated for only a moment before a flashing a bright smile. "It's one of my favorites too" she replied and slowly set the book down on her lap feeling kind of awkward to be holding a book and talking at the same time."What brings you two to the park on a day like this?" she wondered aloud and her gaze flitted to the drawings held in Chance's hands. "You draw?" she asked Chance, her face lighting up just a bit. "You any good?" she continued as humor flashed in her eyes and settled on her face.
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Post by peem on Aug 7, 2008 16:45:06 GMT -5
"...good point, then." Peem smiled at the boy quickly, before turning his attention back to the girl. "Well then you have good taste..but most readers do." He shrugged at the other's question. "Just heading home; seemed like a good detour."
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Post by chance on Aug 7, 2008 17:15:47 GMT -5
"Just trying to stay out of the heat, same as you I suppose," Chance said with a quick smile before glancing down at the drawings in his lap and then quirking a smile at the girl. "Why don't you tell me?" He flipped back a page or so and found a completed one he'd done a few days ago of a kid playing in the park and handed it over to her, glancing back at the other man.
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Post by perch on Aug 7, 2008 17:41:42 GMT -5
Perch couldn't help but smile at Peem, "Thank you" she replied. "Parks are always a good detour if ya ask me, they're always much nicer dan da loud busy streets. Plus here's always nice cause ya got more of a breeze in dah shade." she said gesturing up at the gazebo above and around them before turning to Chance, "Which always helps wit da heat like youse said".
When Chance quirked a smile at her she automatically smiled back but this time she was a little more reserved, suddenly feeling slightly shy. She took the picture gently because she didn't know what it was drawn with and she didn't want to ruin it. She ran her finger down the edge of the paper as her eyes traced the details of the picture. It was amazing that so much detail could be put into this one little picture, it must have taken forever
She realized that she'd been quiet for a while so she had to say something, "'Dis is amazing." The words left her mouth but her eyes stayed on the page. "How'd you do that?" she said looking up. "You must 'ave a lot more patience dan i do" she laughed for a moment before looking back at the picture and then back up at Peem. "Did you see dis?" she held the picture out towards him.
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Post by peem on Aug 10, 2008 21:26:20 GMT -5
"I havent..." Peem looked at the drawing Chance did, letting out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Damn good if I say so myself, mate." He chuckled. "But I really don't know nothin' about art." He handed the picture back to Chance, looking over at Perch. "So wes got an artist, a reader..." He tapped his fingers over his head. "But I don't quite know what I got goin' for me."
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Post by chance on Aug 15, 2008 15:19:59 GMT -5
"I don't know how I did it..." Chance said with a little shrug, smiling slightly as Perch seemed entranced by his drawing. "I just put pencil to paper and see what happens." He'd been drawing most of his life, a hobby when he was younger that had proved useful here on the streets, at least as far as keeping him alive.
He watched as Perch passed the paper to Peem and the man whistled lowly in compliment, causing Chance to look away for a moment in slight embarrassment. He couldn't say why the stranger's approval meant anything to him, but it did. "Thank you," He said, accepting the paper back from Peem and setting it back with his other papers. "I would imagine you have quite a bit going for you," Chance commented with an easy grin, dark blue eyes finding Peem's before falling away and glancing over at the girl and then to the land beyond the gazebo.
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Post by perch on Aug 15, 2008 19:06:57 GMT -5
"You know i think oscar wilde said somethin once about pictures dat were dat well put togetha. My dad said it to me once when i was younger and he took me to a museum. I think it was somethin like 'every portrait dat is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter'? sometin like that..." she tried to recall but she wasnt exactly sure if she'd said it right. "anyways, your picture kinda reminds me of my visit to da museum." She paused and smiled, remembering the trip."bet you could get your stuff in dere." she added.
Perch nodded in agreement to chance's words. "not dat i know you very well but you seem like a nice guy and dats already somethin compared to many" she pointed out. Seeing as most of the world was filled with jerks it was true that just being nice made him better than half the people she'd ever known at least. Her dad had told her that everybody has got something they're good at, even if its just juggleing or even just staying alive. Peem definetely didnt seem like the type of guy who wasn't good at anything.
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Post by peem on Aug 16, 2008 12:31:14 GMT -5
Peem whistled low, nodding towards Perch. "Well you seem to know alot about all those things, Miss." He had read Dorian Gray, and the Importance of Being Earnest, but he knew little of Oscar Wilde himself.
After hearing the compliments from both people, he shrugged, brushing them off. "Well thanks, but trust me, besides being nice I'm not sure what else I got going for me." He laughed, always humble.
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