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Post by charleston keeni on Dec 25, 2011 18:49:18 GMT -7
To say that Charlie was good at art was an extreme understatement. He could easily keep up with those Apollo kids even though he was only part demigod and the grandson of Ares to top it all off. His mother's musical abilities were obviously genetic. His talent to paint, sketch, photograph, and sculpt came out of left field, but he loved all the arts and appreciated his gift.
Charlie was in the art room meticulously working on a clay sculpture that he started in his spare time. It had become his secret little project. Noel had mentioned that the room smelled like clay and asked him what his sculpture was one. When he didn't tell her, she claimed that it was a sculpture of a naked man which totally was not the case. Out of all people, he didn't except her to pick on him too.
The reason he hadn't told his sister what his work of art was on was because he was afraid. He had to admit, it was weird to sculpt a statue of your neighbor, but Charlie just found Delilah's beauty so extraordinarily unique. Though he didn't believe he could capture her beauty in clay, he wanted to create something in her honor...even if they had never really met.
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Post by delilah brown on Dec 27, 2011 14:49:12 GMT -7
Outfit!
De scowled as she pushed the rolled up sleeve of her dad's oversized flannel shirt further up against her elbow, pushing her messenger back up against her shoulder. She was annoyed, tired and irritable, it was bad enough being associated with 'Clem Brown', the biggest git to have ever walked the halls, it was worse being associated with something as irreversible as bloody. It didn't help that random guys thought that getting with the youngest and only Brown daughter would be a one way ticket into both of her brothers good books...really made one feel all special and fuzzy inside...not.
She pushed open the door to the art rooms where she was pretty sure she'd left her sketchbook. She wasn't as good as Sam but she was fairly decent at art, albeit her skills being a little more temperamental than his. It was only once she was in there that she noticed someone else. She looked at him for a moment, pursing her lips slightly before she recognised him as her next door neighbour, she soon lost interest though, bending to look through the shelves, eventually pulling out her book.
((Sorry it's crap, I'll add more if you need!))
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Post by charleston keeni on Dec 27, 2011 15:35:28 GMT -7
Charlie practically had a heart attack when Delilah walked into the art room. He frantically grabbed the large white cloth, now an off white showing years of use, and covered his clay sculpture with it. Charlie grimaced at the thought of ruining the sculpture by not allowing it to dry before covering it, but he could not risk letting his next door neighbor and crush realize that he had been sculpting a stature of her. He shivered at the thought.
Delilah didn't seem to acknowledge him, but instead searched through the shelves. Charlie watched her intently as he saw her bend down pull out what appeared to be hear sketch book. "You sketch?" Charlie was surprised that the words had been his own, but he tried the best to play off his surprise at his voice as surprise that Delilah was an artist.
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Post by delilah brown on Dec 27, 2011 15:49:34 GMT -7
De looked round when she heard a voice, the book sitting in her hand as she looked at him somewhat sceptically before speaking.
"Well done Sherlock," She said sarcastically before crossing the room to get herself a small palette of watercolours.
"And I'm guessing you're some artistic type who lives in the art rooms?" She said vaguely as she moved on her tip toes to peer into one of the higher shelves.
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Post by charleston keeni on Jan 1, 2012 16:42:13 GMT -7
Charlie avoided commenting on her "Sherlock" remark. Obviously she sketched, but Charlie just wasn't the type of person to be confrontational even if he was the grandson of Ares. He especially didn't want to get in any awkward situation with Delilah. Well, more awkward.
He watched as she stretched to view the top shelves. Her body was perfect in every way that it moved and he couldn't help but feel mesmerized by his neighbor. Shaking his head, Charlie got himself out of the trance her body held against him. "Do you need help reaching something?" He stepped closer to her and peered into the top shelf with ease, not waiting for her answer. "Hm. I guess you can say that. I like it here."
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Post by delilah brown on Jan 8, 2012 14:10:50 GMT -7
Delilah scowled briefly, greatly displeased by the fact that she actually physically couldn't reach the shelves, eventually stepping back and giving him snippy instructions to retrieve the small wooden box of art materials she knew sat there.
"Mmm, it's fine until people start sticking up weird 'arty' pics of people 'abstractly' doing the dirty," She chuckled.
"Or my brother Sam's endless crap, still can't walk in here without the bloody art teacher going on about how much she loves my brothers," She snorted as she waited. It was pretty unsurprising that she pretty much lived in both her brothers shadows, they were pretty much celebrities.
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