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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 6, 2012 0:09:46 GMT -5
Her brushstrokes became faster as a figure emerged, and Zeke's natural pose became visible. She changed colors often, adding shadows and mixing colors to generate different tones. Finally, she had finished the torso and below. She focused now on the head and neck, the face being the most detailed part. When she got onto the face, she nearly leaned closer to Zeke to stare and analyze his face, down to his cheekbones. Deciding that her decision would have been weird, she actually leaned back at squinted at him, measuring proportions with her eyes. Taking a smaller brush, she finished up his face, making that painting one of the quickest she'd ever done. It looked considerably realistic-realistic to the degree that it was rather creepy-but not so realistic that it looked like a photo, after all, she was using acrylics on canvas and still wanted the canvas texture.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 6, 2012 0:24:02 GMT -5
Zeke watched Cascade out of the corner of his eye as she used many different colors, changing them after seemingly each brushstroke. Soon, she was done. He didn't expect her to finish so quickly so he didn't expect great quality. After all, she was only 11. Standing, he walked over, wordlessly, and took a glance at the painting to find a very lifelike portrait of him. "Wow," was all he could say. There was nothing else to say. It was amazing, the detail. It was almost like looking into a mirror, though not that lifelike.
Looking down at Cascade, he grinned. Not his usual cruel, hyena-like smirk but, rather, a warm, friendly smile. "It's really good," he said. "Is there a painting god?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. It was a compliment but he was quite certain there was no god of painting.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 6, 2012 0:41:09 GMT -5
Cascade looked up, about to answer him, when she noticed his smile. His actual, warm, kind, friendly smile. She was about to gape when she realized that was impolite. "Urm, I didn't tell you, did I? Did you ask? I'm the daughter of Poseidon." She didn't expect much response from him, though Ellyse did tell her to watch who she told; she was a child of 'The Big Three', after all. "Urm..do you want it?" She meant the painting, of course. After all, it would be rather strange to keep a painting of someone else sitting around in her cabin, staring at her at night. That would be rather creepy.
She was still surprised by the smile-it wasn't something she'd expected. He seemed...rather approachable. However, she wasn't quite sure. Was it another facade he pulled off? She'd heard other campers talk about him, and not any of the gossip was pleasant to the ear. Cascade didn't smile back, still wondering which side of him was his real self.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 6, 2012 18:16:09 GMT -5
Poseidon. God of the oceans. Looking at the girl in front of him, Zeke could see it. She seemed like the type of person who would just 'go with the flow' of things but still capable of becoming a dangerous threat if you upset her. Then, she asked if he wanted to keep the painting. "Uh... no, no. It's too good for you to just give away," he said. He would like the painting but it would be a bit creepy having a painting of yourself painted by an eleven year old girl hanging on the wall. "You keep it." It wasn't a command, but rather a request. She'd painted it, herself. It was her masterpiece. She should be able to keep it.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 6, 2012 19:28:09 GMT -5
Cascade was about to open her mouth to argue, but instead, she thought about it. "Uh, would anyone else want it?" She said this statement in a way that wasn't rude, like Ugh, get rid of this ugly thing right away!, but in the manner that plainly stated, it'd be awkward to have a painting of someone so realistic in her cabin. Frankly, it'd probably hinder some sleep. However, Zeke seemed to be rather kind at the moment, and she had to savor that. So, she wasn't sure of what to do with the painting. What overcame her to even ask to paint him? Why would she even request that? What made her want to paint him? Perchance it was because there was no one else there, but she knew she could have painted scenery. Cascade was puzzled with bewilderment of her own actions.
She slung her satchel over her shoulder and collected her things, stacked so high she could barely see over them. Before she reached for the painting, she looked Zeke intently in the eyes, hoping to send him a mental message.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 6, 2012 19:35:50 GMT -5
Zeke thought for a moment before replying. "I doubt anyone would want it. However, you could always start painting demigods or something like that. Paint everyone in camp!" he laughed, offering suggestions. If she didn't want it, he would take it, he supposed, but he would rather her keep it. He was content with not having to take care of anything specific. He wouldn't be able to just throw the painting somewhere but he didn't have the time - or, rather, the motivation - to keep it in pristine condition.
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 6, 2012 19:40:33 GMT -5
Cascade bent down into a perfect bridge, but still couldn't reach the painting. Returning to normal position, she took a few steps back and did the same, over and over again, probably looking like a fool. What Zeke said was impossible in her standards, but she supposed she could try to overcome shyness and do as suggested. However, if she couldn't reach the painting...
She supposed that she had room somewhere in the cabin. Perchance she'd put it near Ellyse's bunk while Ellyse was sleeping to freak her out when she woke up. That'd generate a laugh from the both of them, but not after some scolding.
[[Sorry short. >w< You logged off Facebook right when I chatted you. xD]]
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 6, 2012 21:03:32 GMT -5
Zeke laughed at Cascade, who kept reaching strangely for the painting. He iced the bottom of it over, gently, lifting it and moving it over to the girl. "There ya go," he grinned. He still couldn't believe she had asked to paint him, even while staring at the finished product. This girl was full of surprises.
(Yeah, short, sorry... )
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 6, 2012 21:13:44 GMT -5
Tentatively grabbing the painting from the ice, Cascade offered him a small smile-the first smile she'd shown someone other than Ellyse. She thanked him and stood up straight, out of her bridge position. Other than picking up the painting, she didn't know what she would do. "Err, so...how are you today?" She felt stupid. What kind of question was that? Still, it was in Ellyse's suggestions as a conversation starter, and that's pretty much what she needed if she wanted to befriend Zeke like Ellyse wanted her to.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 6, 2012 21:30:18 GMT -5
Zeke leaned back up against the tree, the hailstones returning. They swerved through his fingers, again, as he replied. "Um... good, I guess," he siad, not really sure. It was a normal day, neither good nor bad. Neutral. But he didn't want to seem depressed or anything, so he replied with a 'good'. Why was she even asking him? Did she honestly think they were friends, now, just because she painted him?
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Post by Cascade Avalon on Jul 6, 2012 21:35:35 GMT -5
Feeling rather pathetic, Cascade just nodded, making her feel even more lame. "Uh..I..have to go." Nearly tripping over her own feet, she turned away from Zeke and sprinted away, feeling rather warm in the face. She was utterly helpless when it came to befriending people, and she supposed she deserved to feel embarrassed. After all, it wasn't right for her to just simply and naturally assume friendship with someone after she knew she was so entirely intimidated by that person. Making her way out of the clearing, she headed back for the cabin.
[Derp, done with thread? o.o]
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 6, 2012 21:50:04 GMT -5
(Okay)
Zeke waved, carelessly, and returned to his serene relaxation day. Peace and quiet - that's what he really wanted. Hands resting behind his head, he closed his eyes and laid there, letting his worries slip away. He wouldn't fall asleep. His eyes were closed and mind relatively blank but he was still relatively alert, listening to his surroundings. That way, he could make sur eno one else tripped over him.
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