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Post by Ekaitz Euritaizea on Aug 10, 2012 9:05:31 GMT -5
He stares at the large building with awe, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets at marvellous wonder. He has to admit -a little voice keeps on repeating inside his head- that even if it is nothing like the majestic structures which in the old Europe lay; even if it is no more than a few centuries old, it is true beauty what emerges from its materials. Accustomed to the Gothic and Romanic architecture -its either large and pointy buildings or small, dark and practical ones differing from this one’s appearance- this late 18th century French style, resembling the chateaus that he had seen so many times throughout the midlands of his continent, seemed like a newborn having a fresh toy to discover and learn through. The round shapes and harmonically pointy towers make it all the more interesting. Not to even mention the feeling that suffocates his entire being at the sight of the inside, its great hall flowing in space and shape. The building is a wonder that he could easily spend a whole day observing, and that he had done.
It is only when a man kindly -or so said man thinks- throws him out; only when he lays staring, once more, at the outside of the building; only when he blinks thoroughly because he feels his eyes begin to deceive him that he realizes the sun has abandoned him and stars have replaced its spot on the sky. Shaking his head, he sighs. Has he even eaten today? Maybe in the midst of inspecting the chapel and the transept, although he could not remember eating anything then. No, he had planed to go back and paint it, if the nice guard would allow it. Hopefully, next time, the old man would have a lovely breakfast followed by a nice relaxing shower before attending his post and, thanks to such a nice morning, he would carry a brilliant smile on his face instead of the sulky look that had scared the half-fox away. Well, it was always jolly to think such things could happen.
After a few minutes pondering about the guard and his nice morning, his stomach starts to envy the lovely breakfast that Ekaitz so thoroughly imagines. Hearing his insides plea for some nourishment, he checks his pockets for some money and ventures off in search of something. It does not take him long until he finds a nice little stand, choosing a large plastic cup of fries and trotting back to the cathedral, locating a lovely spot to sit down and continue staring at the building while he calms his inner hunger, a large and childish smile on his face.
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Post by Rowan Amber on Aug 10, 2012 20:22:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a18565; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Living in a shell With no soul [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #532624; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 300px; color: #7f6250;]"Can I get some food? Sorry that you can't see or eat, but I still have to eat and I see a food cart." Jezebel sneered as she held Rowan's hand as they walked by a church. It was Rowan's night to take of the brat child she shared with Alan Blythe. Not much she could do about that. Her ex was probably putting nonsense into the child's brain about her, but she wasn't sure the child knew that her father was a werewolf.
Rowan could smell the food, but everything else was mixed together. She just didn't know where the food cart was located. And Jezebel being a brat and pulling her along was not helping. "Oh look, there's an ugly church you could draw. Oh wait, you can't because you can't see. Sucks to be you, your livelihood gone because a beast took your sight away."
It took all the strength in her body that she could muster to keep from strangling the child. Rowan did not want to hurt her, but the way the brat was egging her on, was getting old and fast. It was all that had happened since Rowan had the child for a set amount of days during the week. Otherwise she was stuck with her father. Rowan just wanted to kill the man who put all of this mess in her child's mind. She wasn't even suppose to be known to him, so how Alan knew about her child was a mystery.
To solve the problem of the hunger for Jezebel, Rowan gave the brat a few dollars to get whatever she wanted. Rowan pulled her walking stick out of the back pocket of her jeans as she went to find a place to sit down. Moving the stick back and forth, she bumped into someone's foot. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bump you. Are you here to visit the church or admire its beauty? I'm Rowan." Rowan found an empty space next to the man and sat down a few inches away from him, listening to her child order food. |
[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td] STARRING: Ekaitz | OUTFIT: Here | LOCATION: Saint Louis Cathedral | [/td][/tr][/table][/style] [/center] |
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Post by Ekaitz Euritaizea on Aug 11, 2012 9:17:29 GMT -5
Maybe if he had actually paid a tiny bit of attention to his surroundings his food would not be lightly aching at the moment; still, it takes her voice to really notice the young woman and the squeaky voice of a little girl somewhere near. Shaking his head, he looks up at her and smiles, moving to the right to give the woman a place to sit. – Oh, ez, I mean, no, do not worry. – He sighed at the strong accent he could not seem to get rid off, staring back up at the building and grinning once again. – Admire it, of course. Although, can you believe I have been here for almost four year and I had never seen this masterpiece. – A light and childish laugh makes its way up his throat, almost representing the kid he really is. – I know I disserve torture or something alike. I should have come earlier. – Eating another fry, he realises his own bad manners, quickly placing the cup of food in front of her. – I know you must have money and all, but take some if you want. – Another broad smile and his eyes return to the awe before them. – Oh, and my name is Ekaitz, but you can call me Eka. People here do not seem to get the hang of the tz. Not your fault, we are very strange. – Another shy laugh and he leaves the cup between them, his mind pondering here and there.
After a small pause filled in peaceful silence -or as much as you can get in a city- he sighs, somewhat worried. – Have you ever seen it? I mean, the cathedral? Not to be rude or anything, but the stick, I can not tell if you have ever been able to see. – Scratching the back of his neck he begins to feel nervous, a slight feeling of having screwed up. But, in his defence, it had been a long time since he had a proper conversation, not to say tried to have one with someone he did not know. – I am sorry; it might have been a bit straight forward. It is just, if you have not seen it, I can describe it to you. Sometimes, well, most of the time, things are far prettier in our minds. – Taking another fry, he looks up to see the little girl he had heard earlier, somewhere near the cart. – I once had to babysit my sister. It was horrible. All she wanted was ice cream, so I gave her ice cream and also, by mistake, I gave her the biggest headache she had ever had. I think she still does not eat ice cream. – Laughing, he stretches his body subtly, his back starting to get cramped from the hours spent sitting there. Hopefully he would not scare the young lady away. He did miss social interaction.
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Post by Rowan Amber on Aug 11, 2012 14:14:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a18565; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Living in a shell With no soul [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #532624; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 300px; color: #7f6250;]Rowan smiled at his kind gesture and simply shook her head to say no. "No no, it's fine, food doesn't fill me like it used to. One of the downsides to being a vampire, I suppose." She had heard him place the cup of food beside her, but she left it where he had placed it. Hearing his excitement about the church was almost relaxing, she used to go to buildings around the city and just sit and stare at them for hours often times drawing the scenery around them before actually starting on the building itself as if she would ruin its beauty by drawing it first.
"I've seen it before. It's beautiful, but I haven't seen the inside. Churches don't exactly like my kind. The stick came a few months ago." Rowan smiled as she listened for her daughter somewhere. Still trying to decide what she wanted, picky eater. There was nothing she could do to get the child to eat anything, maybe it was her own fault or it was Alan's fault for giving the brat whatever she wanted when she wanted it. It wasn't something Rowan was used to doing. She always did stuff she thought was best, but often times forgot about the food because well, she didn't have to eat and only fed when the hunger was at the greatest near when she woke up for the night.
"That must have been strange. Ha ha. The child wanting the ice cream, but not realizing the consequences that went along with it. The child over there, Jezebel, she's a mess. I mean really a mess. Doesn't like me, she did once before her father put terrible things into her head about me. Told her vampires are ruthless and don't care.
I guess maybe that comes out as being my fault, not taking the responsibility of being a parent. Dropped her off at my brother's to live her life so I could draw my way through life. Look where it got me. Can't draw, stuck in this form forever, blind as a bat with a child who doesn't care."
Rowan sounded almost sad as she spoke. The one thing that she enjoyed the most was the one thing she missed ever since her sight went away. There wasn't anything she could do to fix it unless someone had an idea to heal holy water damaged eyes or found a way to successfully remove someone's eyes without damaging them to replace her gray-blue cloudy eyes. "I don't mean to put my problems on you. It's just that drawing used to be my life and my everything and now I'm just like a ghost floating around with nothing to do." |
[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td] STARRING: Ekaitz | LOCATION: Saint Louis Cathedral | [/td][/tr][/table][/style] [/center] |
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