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Post by cherry on Aug 22, 2009 1:42:58 GMT -5
Analeigh picked up her paint brush from the jar of paint and dipped it into the jar of blue. She started to stroke it across the pallet as she sat on a high stool in her art studio.
It was night and Analeigh was a little afraid. The night time had always scared her. She was always afraid her parents were going to find her. Analeigh's hands shook with fear as she thought of it. She dropped the brush and the paint from the bristles spilled on the floor. She sighed and jerked her head backward. She hopped down form the stool and picked up the paint brush. She jumped when she heard a sound.
Analeigh thought she heard something outside. She edged toward the back door and looked out into the hot,d ark night of the Outlander's City. No one. Analeigh sighed relief and turned back around to head in to the building.
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Post by Neko~San on Aug 22, 2009 1:51:13 GMT -5
Jayeson sat outside the window of the womans art studio. She always painted her best at night. He loved watching how some people could turn the white nothingness into such beauty. He moved and knocked somethin over. Cursing himself, he slipped inside and watched her continue painting. It was a beautiful picture. Maybe he would buy one of her peices to give to Zara. Antother time.
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Post by cherry on Aug 22, 2009 1:57:34 GMT -5
Analeigh looked over and saw the trash can on the ground and the trash had spilled out of it. "Damn kids." She muttered. She got on her knees and pulled up the sleeves of her silk sweater and started to throw it back in the can. When she was done, she pushed the can up and placed it back against the wall of her studio. She could see something moving out of the corner of her eye. She gulped. "Who's there?" She called.
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Post by Neko~San on Aug 22, 2009 2:01:38 GMT -5
Jayeson gave a small sigh, so unlike him. It wouldnt hurt to not scare the poor woman to death. H e stepped out of the shadows, looking at the woman.
" I'm sorry. Your paintings are so pretty, and I can never find wherever you sell them. I wanted to see them....." He trailed off. He didnt mean to be a tresspasser, but he didnt exactly know how to be friendly.
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Post by cherry on Aug 22, 2009 2:07:14 GMT -5
Analeigh sighed relief. "No, it's perfectly fine." She told Jayeson. "I'm Analeigh." She walked over and extended her hand.
When he mentioned her painting she smiled. "Why, thank you." She smiled. She always liked to know what people thought of her paintings. "I sell them here..at the studio." She told him. "Come inside. It's not safe to be out here at night."
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Post by Neko~San on Aug 22, 2009 2:11:27 GMT -5
Jayeson snorted. He was safe anywhere he went.
" My names Jayeson." H ereplied. He followed the woman inseide. Hung all over where paintings she had done. He looked at them all, wondering how many he could buy before he ran out of marks.
" You're work is beautiful." He told the woman again. She had her back turned, working on the painting. He stood behind her, watching the brush carve lines into the stark whiteness.
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Post by cherry on Aug 22, 2009 2:18:45 GMT -5
Analeigh smiled and thanked him as Jayeson continued to comment on her paintings. "Thanks, I try to do my best." She walked over and picked up the brush. She walked over to her small table which held different jars of paint she had mixed. She picked up a purple jar and walked back over to the stool. She continued to paint.
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Post by echo on Aug 22, 2009 20:40:13 GMT -5
Trigger walked up and down the empty streets of the City. He got out his gun and loaded it with bullets, heading for Analeigh's art studio. He had given hr a loan a few weeks ago and she hadn't repaid it. Okay, well he never actually told her that she had to repay it but...threanting to kill her is much more funnier then telling her.
He put his gun at his side as he kicked the back door in and stormed in. He knocked Analeigh off her stool as she looked at him and pointed the gun at her head. "Where's my money?" He asked, calmy.
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Post by Neko~San on Aug 23, 2009 9:54:15 GMT -5
The man came into the studio and grabbed Analeigh. Jayeson stood there for only a moment.
With stupid fast reflexes, he snaked his arm around the mans neck.
" Please sir, take out the clip, rock the chamber and put the gun down or I will kill you, slowly and painfully. I do not appreciate people interrupting my conversations." He was glad Zara wasnt here. He held the man, waitingfor him to do as he had asked.
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Post by cherry on Aug 23, 2009 10:54:05 GMT -5
"Trigger what the hell are you doing?" Analeigh screamed, hustling to her feet. "What do you mean money?" Analeigh asked, dumbfounded. She had no clue what Trigger was talking about, or why he had pointed a gun at her. Luckily, Jayeson was here. Analeigh feared Trigger might have pulled the trigger if she was alone.
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Post by echo on Aug 23, 2009 12:09:35 GMT -5
Trigger pushed the elf away form him. "Why don't you go along and play in incoming traffic. This business is between me and Ms. Freeman over here." He hissed. He looked at Analeigh and brought the gun up again.
"You owe me money for that loan a few weeks ago. Now where is it?" He hissed.
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Post by Neko~San on Aug 23, 2009 13:31:40 GMT -5
Jayeson had no choice. With his long legs he kicked the gun away from the man. He had been pushed away because he want usug enough force. He didnt want to hurt the man at this point.
He grabbed the mans wrist and twisted him to the ground.
" I said, leave."
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