9 May 2024, 19:41
Papers never flew before
Lysander was quietly sitting in a soft patch of grass, just sketching away. A wild flower? drew it, same with anything that graced his view. the day was quite windy and would occasionally blow his hair in his face, it would peeve him but the sounds of nature around him would clam them down.
At least an hour later the wind picked up and it was blowing leaves around like crazy. Then Lysander papers flew all over the place. In a pure state of shock he ran to pick up the pages closest to him. the harder the wind blew that farther his sketches flew away, he was lucky none flew into any water sources.
Finally Lysander had picked up what he thought was all of his sketches but turned out 2 were still missing. In a state of defeat Lysander flopped onto the ground and just laid on the ground in misery that he had lost his precious drawings of a wood-pigeon and a native wild flower. As a coincidence the two drawings Lysander had lost were his 2 favourites.
Lysander soon started talking to himself as some of the kids around him watched
"why did I draw on a windy day like this! why am I so stupid" Lysander muttered to himself
At least an hour later the wind picked up and it was blowing leaves around like crazy. Then Lysander papers flew all over the place. In a pure state of shock he ran to pick up the pages closest to him. the harder the wind blew that farther his sketches flew away, he was lucky none flew into any water sources.
Finally Lysander had picked up what he thought was all of his sketches but turned out 2 were still missing. In a state of defeat Lysander flopped onto the ground and just laid on the ground in misery that he had lost his precious drawings of a wood-pigeon and a native wild flower. As a coincidence the two drawings Lysander had lost were his 2 favourites.
Lysander soon started talking to himself as some of the kids around him watched
"why did I draw on a windy day like this! why am I so stupid" Lysander muttered to himself
10 May 2024, 15:07
Papers never flew before
A paper blew by Felix as he was chilling in the grounds. Out of reflex, he grabbed it, and then noticed another, caught on a bush a bit farther on. Out of curiosity, he went to see what it was, still holding the first paper in his left hand. He picked it up, and saw that it was a drawing. A really nice one too. A picture of a woodpigeon. "Cool." he said to himself. He looked at the other paper, thinking that it was probably something similar. He was right, it was another drawing, this one of a flower.
Looking around, wondering where the drawings came from, he notices a guy, flopped down on the ground. He looked pretty upset, and Felix mentally debated the possibility or non-possibility that these drawings were his. It seemed probable, so he started off in that direction.
When he reaches the guy, it seems even more likely that these papers are his. He looks pretty upset, and Felix crouches down beside him. "Er... are these your papers? They flew over, in the wind. They're really good.". He sure hopes they are his papers. Otherwise, this is rather weird. In his opinion, at least.
Looking around, wondering where the drawings came from, he notices a guy, flopped down on the ground. He looked pretty upset, and Felix mentally debated the possibility or non-possibility that these drawings were his. It seemed probable, so he started off in that direction.
When he reaches the guy, it seems even more likely that these papers are his. He looks pretty upset, and Felix crouches down beside him. "Er... are these your papers? They flew over, in the wind. They're really good.". He sure hopes they are his papers. Otherwise, this is rather weird. In his opinion, at least.
"How do you document real life, when real life's getting more like fiction each day?" - Mark Cohen, Rent
10 May 2024, 19:42
Papers never flew before
Lysander popped his head up when someone said that they had his drawings. the drawing that he had lost. they had fully pulled themselves up and stood tall. Lysander took a few steps towards the boy. he had left his satchel on the ground were his pens and papers were.
"oh thank you very much,. uh?" Lysander questioned only knowing a few other students there. He was great full but didn't know what to say. "if you want you could keep one of them as uh thanks" Lysander continued "I know its a weird thank you" Lysander finished speaking. In a few minutes he was back on the ground drawing and semi-water colour.
the wind blew harder and the water bottle he was using for his water colour had small splashes on his pant-leg. He wasn't great at communication and just leaving would come off as rude to other and was soon regret his absurd leave of absent. But that thought was lost when his water bottle finally toppled over and splashed all other his leg and art. Lysander was upset and got up but in that same time he saw that boy that gave him his artwork back sitting and reading, he didn't want to bother him but Lysander walked past him when they were looking for a less windy place to draw.
"oh thank you very much,. uh?" Lysander questioned only knowing a few other students there. He was great full but didn't know what to say. "if you want you could keep one of them as uh thanks" Lysander continued "I know its a weird thank you" Lysander finished speaking. In a few minutes he was back on the ground drawing and semi-water colour.
the wind blew harder and the water bottle he was using for his water colour had small splashes on his pant-leg. He wasn't great at communication and just leaving would come off as rude to other and was soon regret his absurd leave of absent. But that thought was lost when his water bottle finally toppled over and splashed all other his leg and art. Lysander was upset and got up but in that same time he saw that boy that gave him his artwork back sitting and reading, he didn't want to bother him but Lysander walked past him when they were looking for a less windy place to draw.
13 May 2024, 15:28
Papers never flew before
He looks up, noticing the guy with the drawings walk past him. Not much of a talker. He kind of likes that.
Felix chose to keep the picture of the wood pigeon. It was pretty damn good, and he needed more different stuff to decorate his dorm space anyway.
All he had currently were a couple of band posters, a few small wood sculptures, and a picture or two with his Cub Scout troop.
Felix sure missed going to Cubs, and had been looking forward to moving up to Scouts, but going to a boarding school made it kind of impossible to attend meetings, and he was a bit far away to stay with his local troop too. As much as he liked magic and the wizarding world, it had pulled him away from one of the few things he was actually dedicated to.
He just flops backwards, putting down his book and looking up at the sky. The clouds are really nice, though he's never been the cloud-watching type of person. More the nature-watching guy. Maybe clouds count as nature? He's not going to count them as such. He doesn't feel like it. He pulls some of his homework out of his bag and looks it over. He means to start doing it, but after a few minutes, his brain feels sort of fried, so he doesn't.
Felix chose to keep the picture of the wood pigeon. It was pretty damn good, and he needed more different stuff to decorate his dorm space anyway.
All he had currently were a couple of band posters, a few small wood sculptures, and a picture or two with his Cub Scout troop.
Felix sure missed going to Cubs, and had been looking forward to moving up to Scouts, but going to a boarding school made it kind of impossible to attend meetings, and he was a bit far away to stay with his local troop too. As much as he liked magic and the wizarding world, it had pulled him away from one of the few things he was actually dedicated to.
He just flops backwards, putting down his book and looking up at the sky. The clouds are really nice, though he's never been the cloud-watching type of person. More the nature-watching guy. Maybe clouds count as nature? He's not going to count them as such. He doesn't feel like it. He pulls some of his homework out of his bag and looks it over. He means to start doing it, but after a few minutes, his brain feels sort of fried, so he doesn't.
"How do you document real life, when real life's getting more like fiction each day?" - Mark Cohen, Rent
13 May 2024, 19:24
Papers never flew before
Lysander had finally found a less windy spot to sketch and draw, he thought to himself "no wind no problem surely right" but he also knew that he's always been 'Bad luck Lysander' and other such. He has good day they always have a downside. One drawing he had was of his bad luck days, were he won first place in a art contest but then it got run over by a crowd of kids at his old school (when he still lived in Mexico) and then kiked out of the art contest be they didn;t have his art with him.
Lysander was sketching a few animals and birds: Red squirrel, sparrow, Eurasian blue tit and a black bird. They were proud of their artwork until the ink container that he used for outlining had split all over the black bird drawing he had just finished the sketch.
Lysander soon sighed they knew it was coming and it finally happened. They placed the piece of paper of to the side and left it to fly away or someone to pick it up. They just started to work on another black bird drawing or something else in that madder of time he'll just forget about how he messed up.
Lysander was sketching a few animals and birds: Red squirrel, sparrow, Eurasian blue tit and a black bird. They were proud of their artwork until the ink container that he used for outlining had split all over the black bird drawing he had just finished the sketch.
Lysander soon sighed they knew it was coming and it finally happened. They placed the piece of paper of to the side and left it to fly away or someone to pick it up. They just started to work on another black bird drawing or something else in that madder of time he'll just forget about how he messed up.
Reducio
April 26th 2024