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Post by afa on Mar 4, 2011 21:00:56 GMT -5
Every time Tim went to art, he was forever thankful he'd taken the class. Sure, it wasn't 'academic,' but it was fun. He would rather spend hours slaving over a drawing than a pile of math homework, anyway, and had he possessed the skills required for a career in the art business, he probably would have persued it. Unfortunately, he was mediocre at best. But just because his people looked like potatoes and his paintings couldn't even pass for abstract didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. He was actually quite excited about their latest project; something to do with a canvas. Plus, he'd been paired with Toby, who was actually legitimately talented. He'd almost been afraid that Toby would push him aside and take over the whole thing given these distinct differences in artistic ability, though he had never seen his partner as a particularly rude individual, and so far everything was going smoothly. At the very least, he'd been invited to Toby's dorm to commence work on their creation.
Strolling the short distance across campus to Mason Hall, Tim whistled to himself, keeping his hands in his pockets and away from the cold. It was March: the final hurdle before spring came in and kicked winter's ass. Also one of his favourite months, for various reasons, and the cause of the small grin on his face. He just needed to make it to June, and then... freedom. The fact that he would be graduating so soon was only just starting to sink in, and it was literally all he could think about. Besides, of course, the masterpiece he and Toby were about to create. Reaching the building and pulling the door open, Tim shook his head, hoping the gesture would somehow convince his now-windswept hair to fall back into place. As usual, there was no such luck, and his curls continued to stick out at awkward angles. He shuffled along down the hall, now paying attention to room numbers. Apparently, forty was the furthest from the entrance he'd come through, but the extra walking certainly wouldn't kill anyone.
Deciding, as usual, to take the polite route, he knocked on the door. He wasn't about to go barging in to some unknown dorm. What if people were naked? Or doing illegal things? As far as Tim could tell, Toby was perfectly normal, but one never knew. As Carter always said, it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for. Tim rocked slightly on the balls of his feet, tilting his head back and observing the ceiling while he waited. He had always liked Mason Hall, as it was old and kind of creepy. He also had a sneaking suspicion that secret passageways existed within its walls, though no one he knew had ever been able - or willing - to confirm this. Maybe Toby would know something.
ooc another amazing post by kitty xD
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Post by tobiasbaker on Mar 5, 2011 0:42:18 GMT -5
 it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He hummed softly to himself as he worked on getting ready for the project he'd been assigned to work on with another student, carefully laying the canvas down on the floor so they would have plenty of room before arranging a large pile of markers and pencils next to it. Sometimes he had to pause his careful movements and press a careful hand to his ribs - they still weren't entirely healed from the beating, and if he moved too quickly they reminded him of that fact with twinges of pain. His hazel eyes scanned over the supplies before he nodded with a smile, glancing up to make sure the artwork on his desk wasn't spilling over anywhere like it normally was. Honestly, his art stuff was pretty much everywhere on his side of the room - markers and colored pencils were scattered in random places around the rooms, and a lot of his works in progresses were scattered as well, although most of them were gathered on his desk in haphazard piles.
Artwork was also hung on the wall beside his bed - various pictures, although most of them were either his little brother or Kolt. A shy smile touched upon his lips at the thought of his fiance, slender fingers gently playing with the ring around his finger. Two more years, and then they could get married. The smile widened at the thought, because there was nothing he wanted more to spend the rest of his life with Kolt. His eyes traced over the pictures quietly before a knock startled him out of his thoughts, his head darting up with a yelp before he realized it was probably just Tim, coming over to work on the project. He smiled sheepishly at his brief moment of panic, shuffling over to the door and opening it, smilingly shyly at the other student. "H-hi..." He murmured softly, his head ducking down submissively as he took a step back, his hands gesturing slightly to the room behind him. "C-come o-on i-in..." Unknowingly, his fingers began playing with the ring again, smoothing over the uneven yellow band nervously as he waited for the other student to come in and make himself comfortable, keeping himself just out of arms reach of the other boy.
does it f e e l like a head to lean on?- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by afa on Mar 6, 2011 20:48:02 GMT -5
Tim had only been waiting for a moment or so when the door opened to reveal a shy-looking Toby. Hoping to make him feel more at ease, Tim grinned, giving a small wave. "Hi," he answered brightly, eyes lingering on his companion's face for a moment before darting quickly around the room, taking everything in. The first thing he saw, of course, was the canvas laid out on the floor. It was fairly big, and he could only imagine what sort of creation would form once they got to work. He also noted the pictures on the walls, and the piles of what appeared to be art on the desk. As he lived with three other people, Tim had always been careful about keeping tidy, but his room back home had somewhat resembled Toby's. Except his walls had been plastered with posters of hockey players and rock stars, and the stacks of paper on his desk had been more homework than anything. Still, he felt quite comfortable in this new environment. "Thanks," he nodded as Toby invited him in, stepping smoothly through the doorway. He shrugged his jacket off, looking at it awkwardly for a moment before turning to the other boy. "Where should I put this?"
It was a bit tense in the room; the uncertainty of feeling like there wasn't much to say or do, like he was kind of unwanted, began to nag at Tim. He had to remind himself that Toby had always been quiet. For all he knew, it was just his nature. Besides, Tim wasn't exactly the most talkative person around people he didn't really know. As far as he was concerned, the sooner they got working on their project, the better. Hopefully, things would loosen up as they settled in to what they were doing. He felt as if he should say something, but he couldn't really find the words; he had never been good at making conversation. Hooking one thumb into his pocket and scratching the back of his head with the other hand, Tim swallowed his nerves, smiling in what he hoped was a friendly matter. "So, where do we start?" he asked. Maybe if he got Toby talking about art, it wouldn't be so weird.
ooc AWKWARD CENTRAL. Nervous Toby makes Tim nervous P:
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Post by tobiasbaker on Mar 25, 2011 16:24:16 GMT -5
it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled shyly at the boy standing there, waving back awkwardly as the other boy greeted him in return. He knew his side of the room was kinda messy, with all the art scattered around - but try as he might, he could never quite get it organized. Last time he tried, he'd gotten...distracted in the middle of it by Kolt, and he hadn't actually finished sorting out the drawings. He pretty much just tried to keep them off the floor and in semi-neat piles now, and since nobody stepped on them he guessed it was working. Then again, nobody ever really entered the dorm except Kolt and whoever his roommate invited in. He moved back a few steps as Timmy entered the dorm, nodding at the thanks nervously and gesturing towards the bed when the other boy asked where he could put his jacket. "U-um, y-you c-can p-put i-it o-on t-the b-bed...I t-thought w-we c-could j-just w-work o-on t-the f-floor b-because t-there's m-more s-space?"
He posed it as a shy question, keeping his head down as he waited for a yay or nay vote from the older boy. He glanced at the light pencil lines across the canvas - he'd started a sketch before the boy had come in, having had an interesting idea, but he'd kept the pencil lines light enough that they could easily be erased if they needed to be, if Timmy had a better idea or didn't like his. "U-um...I s-s-started a s-sketch...b-but i-if y-you d-don't l-like i-it, w-we c-can d-do s-something e-else..." He mumbled hesitantly, running his slender fingers through his hair in order to keep it out of his eyes, fidgeting nervously. He'd understand if Timmy didn't like the sketch he'd started (an angel confronting a dragon, using his brother as a model for the angel because it fit so well) because his art wasn't all that good. At least, not in his eyes.
does it f e e l like a head to lean on?- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -
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