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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 13:30:06 GMT -5
The Finn looked up at one of the girls. She had offered him to come and join them. Crow debated weather or not he should. The shy side said no and to walk away. But, the side that longed for a friend or two told him to go. He nodded, mainly to himself, and began walking toward the girls. He was incredibly shy and it could tell. Though, Crow didn't mind.
Crow, once near the girls, had sat down just behind them. His legs cross with his notebook on top. "Umm...Thanks, you know, for inviting me over here..." he said softly, obviously shy. A gentle breeze came in and blew his hair. He looked up at the setting sun and then opened his notebook slightly, showing off a picture of a crow, finely detailed. The work was done great and had a realistic look to it. |
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 13, 2008 13:48:22 GMT -5
Skinner nodded and turned to the young man. He looked strange, but not in a sense. Like she thought before it was intriguing.
"It's nothing. We were just chatting a bit. I'm Skinner and this is Emily," Skinner said, her Aussie accent bleeding through. She Peered over at his drawing, looking at the complex lines and shadows of the crow. She was in awe. Skinner did a bit of drawing herself, but only mere doodles and sketches. Nothing major. This drawing looked almost genuinely real.
"That's amazingly good," she mused softly, looking at the notebook.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 13:53:13 GMT -5
Emily smiled as Skinner introduced her. As Skinner leaned over and looked at the picture, she tilted her head a little, taking it in. "That's amazingly good," Skinner commented.
Emily had never seen anything like it before. All the individual lines mixed together to make an intricate picture. "It's beautiful," she breathed out. It was all she could say and all her mind could comprehend. She was used to seeing paintings and stuff in the hospital, but this certainly surpassed them all by far.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 14:04:35 GMT -5
Crow blushed slightly at the comments to his drawing. "Thank you. I'm a artist. I paint. Or draw. Whatever you want to call it. Oh, Vieno Laine. He told them his profession and his Finnish name. In his voice, it had a slight accent, hardly noticeable. But, if you did notice it, you could tell that it was not American nor Australian, but Finnish. "But, umm, Call me Crow. Everybody else. does. Nobody calls me Vieno. Hard to pronounce i guess. He went on. What he said, was true. Rarely was he called Vieno. He opened the notebook to more drawings.
"You can look at them if you wish." he told. In the notebook there was many pictures of animals. None of landscapes and few of plants such as roses. Most common was drawing of Crows and Ravens. Crow looked at the notebook. He had showed others pictures in this notebook before. He always gets the same response. Though, ever time he gets told, he still feels embarressed from the attention he gets. He loved drawing and selling his paintings and drawing. Though, he isn't fond of the attention. |
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 13, 2008 14:14:28 GMT -5
Skinner picked up the notebook and nodded, looking through them. They held a certain air, of strength and melancholy to each drawing. Seh finished glancing through the notebook and handed it to Emily. "Well either way you are a very talented fellow, Crow," she said, chuckling.
Skinner yawned a bit, looking back at the ocean and then back to her two friends. "So how come you were in Sydney, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 14:30:43 GMT -5
Emily gently took the notebook from Skinner, flipping through and looking at the picture on each page. She was enthralled with them. She listened to what they were saying but continued to look at each picture. Emily had always sort of wished she could draw, but had given up on it long ago. Each picture stole her imagination. She spent at least a minute or two on each one, taking in every aspect.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 14:39:20 GMT -5
Crow nodded to them, in a thank you kind of way, "Thanks. Drawing always came easy to me." he told her. He remembered when he was a teenager on how much he would draw. Drawing just became addicting to him. "I was in Sydney because someone ordered a custom painting of a Kangaroos. So, i came to Australia. No place better to paint Kangaroos then Australia. I was then flying to LA to take the painting to them.... He told them of his reason to be in Sydney and fling to La. |
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 13, 2008 14:42:02 GMT -5
Skinner chuckled and nodded. "Of course. That makes a lot more sense. Did you get a painting of a joey?" she asked, using her slang for a baby roo. They were adorable and she loved them. She'd gone on a road trip to the the far side of Australia with a friend a couple years ago and the baby roos were her favorite part of it.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 15:30:38 GMT -5
Emily smiled at the mention of kangaroos. They were another one of her favorite parts of Australia. She carefully shut the notebook and handed it back to Crow. "They're really good," she murmured, smiling. Emily was very content to just sit there and listen to the two. She just liked the way that it sounded when they talked, since both had a bit of an accent. Emily really didn't want to ruin it with her dull American accent.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 15:46:31 GMT -5
Crow nodded again, "Thanks. And yeah. I had 5 kangaroos. 4 Adults, 1 joey. He smiled at the memory of the painting. Sadly, he lost the painting in the crash. Weather it was just lost or destoryed, the Finn didn't know and probably wouldn't know forever. "Enough about me. What about you two? Tell me about yourselves. he insisted. He wasn't sure he could handle any more talking about himself. He hated the attention. He was very shy. |
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 13, 2008 15:57:29 GMT -5
Skinner laughed and shook her head, her cheeks raising in a grin. "I'm not that interesting actually. I'm a part time med student and a full time surfer." She grinned again, laughing at her introduction of herself.
"Ands that's about as interesting as it gets."
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 16:10:36 GMT -5
Emily glanced down at the sand. "I'm just a nurse and a dreamer to boot," she admitted. "Nothing interesting here either." All Emily did with her life was work pretty much, along with researching a bit. She was terribly uninteresting though. She smiled a little at her lack of a story. "Sorry. I guess that we're not very entertaining in the story department."
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 17:35:34 GMT -5
Crow nodded to them, listening carefully. They didn't have much to say. But, neither did Crow. He looked up at the sky. It was nearly dark, to late to draw. He didn't know what else he could do. He wasn't good at starting conversations. Though, he started, "I wish i was in Finland. It is not nearly as hot. Maybe....21°C. Better then this forsaken heat. |
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 17:42:40 GMT -5
"I wish I was in Finland. It is not nearly as hot. Maybe....21°C. Better than this forsaken heat."
Emily smiled at the notion. "It's not too horrible," she shrugged. "Of course, it's only sunset. It'll probably be hell tomorrow late morning and early afternoon." Emily didn't really mind heat too much. After living in LA her whole life and having a beach just nearby, she didn't think much of it anymore. "Although, I'm sure that 21°C must feel wonderful."
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 14, 2008 0:03:23 GMT -5
Crow nodded, "Very nice, indeed. It is incredibly hot here. Too hot. he wiped his forehead. You would think Crow would be use to the head after traveling every where from the bitter winters of Scandinavia to the desert heat of Egypt. But, no. Crow would most likely never get use to the heat. He would only get used to the coldness from his home country and neighboring countries Sweden and Russia. |
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