In The Middle || Open

[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]It was early. Early enough for the world to be washed over in a dull and pale glow. Felix had been up for a while now, with a pad of artist's paper and a metal tin of sketching pencils in his bag. He had been sitting in the ruins for a good few hours now. He had drawn the ruins, and was now using his imagination to make his drawing look much more fantastic. He was curled into the stone wall he was sitting on, with his legs drawn beneath him. His hands, pale and bony were swiping across the page to create bold and vibrant lines with the pencil in between his fingers. He was drawing a fight in the ruins, and his eyes very rarely looked up from the page. Sometimes he needed to reference something, a pose or a twist of a body. Of course he was alone, and couldn't do that by himself. So he used water. Small blobs of water he moulded to meet the shape of a body. He used perspective, and let it hang in front of him while he continued to sketch and draw the first piece of work he had had inspiration for in months. It was hours before he was done. Colours had been added and the piece still looked unfinished, but he was happy with it. An epic fight scene between a Fire Sprite and an Earth Sprite. One of them was on top of some of the higher and crumbling pieces of the ruins, and the other, the Earth Sprite, was running along columns of earth they had drawn up. It was a wonderful piece of artwork and he wanted to keep drawing things like that. He wanted to be able to draw the sprites and the tricksters and the night walkers. He wanted to capture their beauty and their powers in art. It was then that Felix decided that he always got inspiration from people displaying their powers, and stood. It would do no harm to find someone willing to show off their powers for him. Tossing his bag onto his shoulder, and carefully packing everything away, Felix caught his water in a bottle and placed it in the bag too. He made sure the lid was tightly placed on the top before he began to leave the ruins for the streets nearby. There had to be some people around that were willing to listen to an artist. If he had to, he would pay them for their time. Perhaps he could put up an advert in a shop! He thought, as he walked down the street. He walked for a while, and when he eventually found someone, he tapped on the shoulder, hoping that he hadn't just approached a human. He supposed there was only one way to find that out. "Hi. Are you a Sprite? Or a trickster? Maybe even a Night Walker? I need someone to be a model for my art." Asked the ginger man with a smile on his face. Was it a stupid question? Probably. Did he think he was going to find anyone? Of course not. But he was foolishly hopeful. Felix's mood was always improved when he found inspiration. His dutch accent laced his voice, and he hoped he was speaking clear enough to be understood by the person in front of him.[/style]

[rebecca jane grayson]

She had had enough of staying in the manor and doing nothing. The silence had slowly but surely seeped into her unconsciousness and reminded her of how truly alone she was. Her father was off on some business trip, most likely bedding a stewardess and her mother was at another one of her functions. Save the whales, adopt a highway, something the merited more importance than her daughter that was for sure. Making a grab for her keys she headed out the cold home and headed for wherever her feet carried her, no true destination in mind.

She loved to walk. It was a favorite pastime of hers. She would set out with nothing in in hand and nothing in mind and walk for hours until she could walk no further. She often found things to see or people to observe along the way and it always did its job in calming her rampant running thoughts. Today however as she made it into her fifteenth minute of her trek she wasn’t as lucky. What she needed as much as she loathed admitting it was another human being; someone, anyone to make her feel like she wasn’t dead.

She often twittered on the edge of feeling dead. Her life barely constituting as living. It was the same monotonous thing after another. Going through the motions was not how she wanted to be, but It was how she was forced into living. She stopped her walking and pondered her reflection on a storefront window when suddenly she felt someone tap her shoulder.

She spun around coming faced to face with a gingered male a few years older than her but not many. He spoke with an accent as he asked her if she was one of the gifted of the town. She raised a brow as he finished his questioning. That’s awfully forward of youshe told him looking him in the eyes – always one for intimidation tactics. lucky for you she began, quickly changing her attitude from ice to someone pleasant remembering her dilemma. I happen to be a trickster --- and a supporter of the arts … she gave of her infamous smirks and held her hand out Rebecca Jane she said introducing herself.

[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Felix was glad to see that the person that turned on him wasn't the sort of person that would burst into rounds of anger and shouting. He was a good enough guy, once you got past his shell of him not wanting to know. But even he was phased by stangers shouting at him. So instead, he greeted the icy stare he had shot at her with a tight smile. It didn't sit well on his face. It looked misplaced, as if someone had stitched it on from someone else's face and it wasn't right for his posture. Which was true enough, so he soon stopped smiling and instead placed his hand in his pocket. He had been drawing for a while now and his fingers were aching. As were his eyes, and his neck. And his face, now that he had been smiling as big as he had been. Deciding to completely ignore the sudden change in personality, both because he could and because he wasn't the type of person to be phased by all of that. He knew that people had shields, and even more of them wanted to protect themselves from something nasty, he chose to look right past those. As if he was a very clever person seeing past a Trickster's illusion. And it turned out he was. "That's great," he said, his voice cool. "That's great to hear," said Felix, taking his hand up in a swift movement to take her hand. "I've been looking for a new muse, and I've found that drawing powers, or people with those powers are really helping me with that." Said the Water Sprite, shaking the blonde person's hand in a smooth movement. He soon parted their hands, not a huge fan of touching, was he. "I'm Felix, Felix Nutt. Feel free to get any name calling out of your system." The orange haired man waved a hand dismissively. He was used to people finding his name entertaining. He couldn't help it, he had grown to not be bothered by it. He was happy to introduce himself to someone, but getting to know them would prove difficult. "Are you, maybe, interested?"[/style]

[rebecca jane grayson]

The young man seemed uncomfortable in his own skin if his tight lipped smile had anything to say about him. To her this was fine and dandy she couldn’t care less of anyone’s comfort but her own. She wasn’t one to go out of her way to accommodate and anyhow he was the one to approach her. She gave the rest of him a once over there was nothing really remarkable about him except he was a ginger and she had met very few.

The handshake was rather quick which suited her since she felt other’s hands were always clammy against her skin. She detested hand holding for that reason. And she merely nodded as he explained his muse. She didn’t know much about muses herself as she wasn’t much of an artist but she figured they were hard to find with how often people complained about them.

“Felix” she nodded. “Right well don’t expect the entire population to be as immature to bag on a name like Nutt…. Quite frankly it’s too easy… and tasteless” she gave a small smile. She hated when people had to resort to butchering someone’s name for the sake of ridicule, there were so much more creative and intelligent things to make someone uneasy.

“Well” she said thinking aloud after a beat, “What would I have to do?” she wasn’t about to put herself out for someone she didn’t know but if it was easy enough and could get her mind off of her life than she figured why the hell not.

[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Felix's strong shoulders rolled in a shrug. "Working from experience. You wouldn't believe the amount of times I've been called 'Butt'," he explained, a light tone to his voice. That didn't seem to suit the straight line his mouth had formed or the serious glint that sat in his eyes. He was not a very laid back man, and preferred to keep his distance, both emotionally and physically from other people. But he found it was easy for him to get on with people when they were in the same sort of mindset. So far, that was what he was getting from this blonde woman. The corners of his mouth threatened to tug upwards as she agreed. "I totally agree with you." Said the orange haired man, rubbing his fingers across his chin in a swift movement. At her question, Felix's inkling of a smile vanished. It was a simple enough question, and one he knew the answer to. He didn't blame her for asking him, nor did he blame her for any thoughts that might have been going through her head. He knew that asking a stranger in the street to model for you could be taken in many different ways. Especially since nude modeling was such a popular trend these days. He lowered his artist's hands and nodded his head. "Totally understandable question. All you'd have to do was.. Display your power in a way that I can put down on a piece of paper. I could pay you, if you wanted, and if it was a big deal, you could keep the art I make. I'm not going to be making any profit out of it." Felix said honestly. He waited for a response, his face - for the most part - expressionless.[/style]