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Post by Remus Singer on Apr 23, 2013 18:22:44 GMT -5
Remus brushed some of his semi long and messy honey golden hair out of his face as he walked up the large stone steps towards Ridgeway Academys expansive Library. He held onto the shiny black wrought Iron railing as he headed up the stairs. Remus smiled softly as he caught quite a few girls stopping to look at him or even doing up takes as they walked down the many pathways to get another look at him. He laughed softly under his breath and entered the Library ran his hand over the intricate designs that covered the large dark oak doors. Remus walked into the actual Library itself and past through row after row of the dull covered books before he reached the a very long wooden oak table and slid into one of the dark and slightly battered and worn chairs and swung his black and white backpack onto the table and pulled out a sketchbook and a bunch of drawing tools. He leaned my head down and started sketching a few strands of his honey golden brown hair fell over his face his brother Isaac hated his long hair but Remus loved it seemed much more natural for him. He started tapping hid pencil on the table and looked up as he heard someone humming to the beat of his tapping. Notes: there! much longer...(Not Really) Tagged: Astrid!  Words: 223 |
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Post by Astrid Cox • Dakota on Apr 23, 2013 19:36:41 GMT -5
I finished the last stroke of mascara on my eye lashes, and grabbed my sketch book and pencils. I planned on going to the library and drawing a dead flower or something that mirrored my mood: depressed. Ever since I came to Ridge Way my mood has brightened up, but not by much. I walked out the door, quickly looking down at my clothes, ripped jeans, white crop top, and black wedges with little spikes. I walked down the hall and stepped out onto the hot campus. I kept my gaze on the ground as I speed waked to the library. I opened the big wooden doors and thanked god for the air conditioning. I searched for a table where I could be by myself, but there where none. So, i walked over to a table with a guy who was also drawing. When he began tapping his pencil to a beat I began humming. When I realized I was I stopped and closed my eyes, hoping he hadn't heard. I opened my eyes, and met his.
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Post by Remus Singer on Apr 24, 2013 15:43:31 GMT -5
Remus locked eyes with a girl as she started humming to his tapping he gave her a small smile as he stopped tapping and said, "i'd keep going but I think the librarian will murder me in a minute" He let out a little chuckle as he glanced over to where the librarian was sending death glares at them he shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair messing up his already mostly messy and untidy golden brown hair as he tried to think about what else he could add to his drawing. He was drawing a portrait of his horse Wrangler at the thought of his 16.1 hand dark bay Hanoverian gelding he couldn't help but smile Wrangler was a bit wild and skittish at times but other then that he was a dream to ride excelling in every class he preformed in.
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Post by Astrid Cox • Dakota on Apr 24, 2013 19:36:36 GMT -5
I smiled at him. I walked to the seat in front of him and sat down. He was drawing a picture of a horse , and it looked really good. "I love your picture." I said surprised that I even said anything. I carefully placed my sketch book on the table and flipped through the pages already filled with drawings. Some where happy, some where sad, but my favorite thing to draw was landscapes. Once I sat and drawed an empty road. I stopped at an empty page, I put my oencil to the paper but stopped and looked at the guy. "I'm Dakota." I said shyly.
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Post by Remus Singer on Apr 26, 2013 16:44:00 GMT -5
Remus looked up at her and gave her a small smile as he said, "Thank you and nice to meet you Dakota i'm Remus" He stuck his hand out for her to shake as he glanced at her notebook it was filled with drawings that seemed to be depicting varied emotions from happiness to sorrow he wondered what had made her draw sad drawings but he knew it wasn't his place to pry into her life so he didn't say anything.
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Post by Astrid Cox • Dakota on Apr 26, 2013 18:30:48 GMT -5
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Post by Remus Singer on Apr 27, 2013 6:53:57 GMT -5
Remus watched her start drawing flower petals of what looked to be a rose she was a really good drawer from he could see he nodded and said, "yeah it is his name's Wrangler my uncle's driving him down here tomorrow my parents don't own a trailer so we had leave him with my uncle for a few days but it'll be an interesting turn of events to see how he takes to this place" Remus smiled at the thought of his competitive and slightly skittish 16.1 hand dark bay hanoverian gelding.
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Post by Astrid Cox • Dakota on Apr 30, 2013 15:48:37 GMT -5
I listened to Remus, and his story about his horse. I had always been slightly interested in horses, but I never had the time (or money) to actually try and ride. "I used to like horses, but I never got a chance to ride." I said, my tone wasn't sad but nor was it happy.
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