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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 5, 2012 21:38:01 GMT -5
Chronic boredom. It might as well have been a disease as Zeke was afflicted by it, constantly. The only person who really didn't bore him was Renate but he couldn't be around her all the time. So, he often slept or made other campers' lives a living hell.
Today, however, he wasn't in the mood for either. He just wanted to sit around and relax. That didn't necessarily mean sleep, but it did mean laying back in the shade and enjoying life. Yes, believe it or not, Zeke did that from time to time.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 5, 2012 21:45:50 GMT -5
Cascade raced into the clearing, making her way toward the tree for its shade. She hated the heat, but the outdoors simply appealed to her and stimulated her senses. With a bunch of art supplies in hand, stacked up high, she could barely see anything. At nearly a full sprint, she was graceful, her sneakers barely touching the ground with her dainty steps. Not looking where she was going, but memorizing the shortest path to the largest tree's shade, she ran underneath the shade and was about to come to a stop when she tripped over someone and nearly fell flat on her face. Immediately getting back on her feet, she brushed the dirt off of herself and made sure all her art supplies were well intact.
Who or what could be under the tree? Cascade sensed a presence behind her, and after quickly organizing her things, she turned to face whoever or whatever was there.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 5, 2012 21:51:40 GMT -5
Zeke had been staring up at the sky and, when Cascade tripped over him, he was startled and scolded himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings. "Watch where you're goin', shrimp!" he snapped, sitting up, straight, back across the tree, legs raised with his arm falling to rest on his knees, as they pointed toward the air. He was tempted to throw a dagger of ice at the girl, but decided against it. It was Cascade. He'd met her a few days before at the arena when he was letting off some steam. "And what are you doing?" he asked, not really caring.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 5, 2012 22:05:50 GMT -5
Cascade was surprised that it was Zeke she'd tripped over. Bowing toward him, she apologized. "Sorry, I should have-I mean, it was my fault-I'm sorry." She stumbled over her own words, thinking of English phrases to say. "I'm sorry, I should have looked to where I was going." Her English was still awkward, but all she could do was blame her dead mother, whose English was far worse than her own. She set down her supplies and tilted her head, silently asking Zeke if she could join him.
"Oh. I'm here to..." Cascade thought ahead to what she would do. Would she sketch first or paint first? There were so many possibilities. "..paint in the shade." She shrunk back again, rather intimidated by his strong presence and obviously annoyed aura. "What are you doing here?" After the words came out of her mouth, Cascade felt rather ashamed. What right did she have to question him being there? She felt a little stupid, asking someone like him a question like that. He didn't seem friendly, and his cold attitude made him seem rather impossible to befriend, but she still had to try. She wanted to see Ellyse smile more than anything.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 5, 2012 22:12:12 GMT -5
Zeke grinned as Cascade stuttered. So it seems he'd made an impression upon the girl. How nice. Or rather, how cruel. Either way, he knew his reputation wasn't in danger. He was a little surprised Cascade had found the courage ask him the same question. Shrugging, he replied, "Nothing." It was true. There wasn't anything he felt like doing. He would just take a lazy day, today, and relax under a tree. What else was he to do?
From what he'd seen of Cascade, before, Zeke was surprised she'd stuck around this long. Was she more courageous or more foolish than he'd thought? Well, he'd find out, wouldn't he?
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 5, 2012 22:27:53 GMT -5
Cascade's shoulder were hunched, and she could-without shame-tell someone she was rather frightened. She sat down behind her supplies, letting them act like a shield. There was no denying that the stench of fear made her seem small. At least Zeke didn't seem as intensely angry as days before at the arena. What could she say to him? She wasn't much of a talker, but that was the only way to start a conversation and carry it through. Zeke didn't look like the type to initiate a talk, anyway.
"Who's your godly parent?" She thought of Boreas, Khione, Kaikias, and Skiron.
She felt a small ounce of safety knowing that he didn't know of her godly parent. Taking out her sketchbook and several pencils, she began to draw him, secretly, hiding behind supplies stacked so high that only the top of her head could be seen from his position. It had been a long time since she'd drawn a human figure that wasn't based off of pictures. He probably wouldn't like it if he found out that she was drawing him, but she continued nevertheless. There wasn't much to draw in the clearing, anyway.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 5, 2012 22:41:00 GMT -5
Still, Cascade continued to pose questions to Zeke. He rolled his eyes. "I already told you and Gabrielle my father is Boreas," he said. "And you?" He wasn't about to give answers out without gaining some information, himself. It was foolish to do so. With every question she asked, he would answer, politely, but ask his own, as well, expecting an answer. It was the way he did things and it was the way he always would do things.
Bored, he began twirling pebble-sized hailstones around his hand, looping them through his fingers at lightning speeds. If they hit anyone, they would leave quite a bruise, if not a broken finger or knuckle.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 5, 2012 22:49:30 GMT -5
His father was Boreas-so that was what Cascade had missed during the arena. Surprised that he shot a question back at her, she hesitated to reply. Before she replied, he started to twirl hail in the palm of his hand. His talents astonished Cascade, making her unintentionally avoid his question. Rough-sketching his arm and deadly hailstones, Cascade simply forgot his question-she was too amazed. It wasn't that she didn't care, but on top of her bad English and shyness, she was rather oblivious when absorbed in something she was interested in. In this case, she was absorbed in finishing her sketch. She was nearly done. Her pencil moved faster in case he changed his position once more. Once completing the outline, she took out her colored pencils. She was lucky to have a box of 240 colored pencils of good quality, but it was tiring to lug it around all the time whenever she wanted to draw. So, she usually just memorized colors; the box didn't fit in her small satchel. Distracted again, she began to match colors with the ones she saw.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 5, 2012 23:00:11 GMT -5
When Cascade didn't reply, he frowned, sending one of the hailstones at the girl. It looped around the back of her head, close enough for her to feel the wind off of it, and returned to his hand without collision with his surroundings or another hailstone. "And what might you be drawing that's so important?" he asked, coldly. He had expected an answer but, when she gave none, it upset him. Had it been an older camper, he wold probably have sent the hailstone through the sketchbook. However, she was the youngest demigod at the camp, almost, so he made an exception, scaring her, instead. In his eyes, it was being nice.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 5, 2012 23:15:29 GMT -5
Intent on her drawing, she didn't notice the hailstone, but she felt the wind. Looking up, she tilted her head. Had she missed something again? "Um..." was all she could muster, for Cascade had missed whatever he had said, if he had said anything. Done with her drawing, she shut the sketchbook and slipped it into her satchel. She reached for her canvases, unsure of which size to pick from. Pondering her decision, she tuned out of the world, abandoning the resolve to befriend others-even if it was just for the moment. She knew it was selfish, but art was something she knew she had passion for. Whistling a tune to herself, she chose a 16x20 canvas and took out her acrylic an oil paints. She looked around absentmindedly for a subject, and then it struck her. She could kill two birds with one stone! She could befriend Zeke while painting. All she had to do was have the courage to ask him if she could paint him. Unfortunately, courage wasn't Cascade's friend, and it wasn't on her side today. She cleared her throat, unsure of how to phrase her request.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 5, 2012 23:25:47 GMT -5
(It's short)
Zeke arced an eyebrow as Cascade seemingly ignored the question, again. Sighing, he threw his hands up in defeat, the hailstones dissipating. He leaned back on the tree, letting out a sigh. He was bored, still, though not so much as he was earlier. Now, at least, he had someone to talk to, no matter how annoying she may be at times.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 5, 2012 23:30:28 GMT -5
"Could I...paint you?"
She finally asked the question, but it hung in the air, frozen, and this time, not by Zeke's abilities. Cascade felt bad for ignoring him for so long, but it wasn't like he'd taken interest in her anyway. Looking down in her lap, she felt ashamed. At least the hailstones had disappeared. Was he annoyed? Tired? Cascade couldn't tell, which made the situation even more awkward than it already was. Why was she always like this? She remembered in the past, when people taunted her. You couldn't even keep a conversation if you tried. Her mother had told her that, which stung even more. However, at that time, she didn't realize that it hurt, for she had no emotion. Now, she had some, and all she could use it for was being ashamed and such. How pathetic.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 5, 2012 23:45:31 GMT -5
Zeke was taken aback by the question. Paint him? He'd never been asked such a thing, before. the son of Boreas was unsure how to react. His platinum hair flowed in the gentle breeze and he just stared at Cascade for a moment. She seemed so ashamed to even consider asking him such a thing so, with his true kindness seeping through his cold mask, Zeke nodded. "I suppose." Then, he realized he didn't know what to do, now. "Am... I supposed to sit a certain way or something?" he asked, puzzled.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 5, 2012 23:51:35 GMT -5
"No...you can just...do whatever." Cascade felt more relaxed, relaxing her tensed muscles and actually looking him in the eye, her face still emotionless. She took out her paints, and began to paint the background first with no outline. Zeke seemed surprised. Had she not been casual enough about it? Or was this something normal people did not ask? Confusion made Cascade raise an eyebrow, but she quickly composed herself and went back to work. After finishing the basic color of the background, she worked to paint detail, waiting for Zeke to 'pose'. He could just act natural; any pose would be fine. When the acrylic dried, she could paint over it, and that would be when she'd paint him on there.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 6, 2012 0:01:50 GMT -5
Zeke nodded. Do whatever. Well, he didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he just sat there, normally. There really was no pose to him. He just acted naturally, sitting with his back against the tree, looking intently at nothing. His face was pointed not directly at Cascade but not away from her, either. She wouldn't be painting a profile of him. It was more to where it was about in between Cascade and what was actually in front of him. A 45 degree angle.
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