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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 20, 2008 23:01:26 GMT -5
"Uh... Mountain Dew if its not a problem and that sucks about the guitar." she said. Normally she would have taken some of the Daniels but she was in a caffiene only mood. She wasn't really sure why, probably so she could stay awake without getting that weird jumpy feeling she usually got. Alchohol made her sleepy and she didn't want to sleep until eight o'clock tonight. Then she'd be stuck on this weird schedual. She concentrated on playing the guitar and hitting the right chords. She did a little bit better this time and was alot more consistant. "Oh yeah !" she said when the song ended. She was starting to really like this game and kept liking more and more as she got better and better. "You're up."
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 20, 2008 23:24:14 GMT -5
"Not a problem at all." he said as he grabbed the green can from the fridge then shut the door with his foot and walked it over to her. He wasn't going to throw it at her because when he started making his way over she was still playing. He set the rock glass on a coaster that sat on the TV as he watched her play. She was doing better, and learning faster then he did. It took him like two tries to pass one song. She was already ahead of him. "Yeah, I was pissed. I didn't talk to him for a few months after that one. It had been my first guitar and I saved up forever for it. It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen with my fourteen year old eyes. It was a pretty basic type though, but had the rebel flag on it, with a whammy bar. I was so happy when I bought it... and I couldn't believe he broke it. He'd cut the strings before, but never actually damaged the guitar."
"Good job. You're already better then me when I first played it." he said with a laugh as he traded her the mountain dew for the guitar. He stood up again, and picked another song off the extra songs list. It was one he'd never played before, but picked it anyway. There were a few three noted chords in the song and they messed him up a bit because they were green, skip the red, yellow and blue. Sure, that would be easy on a real guitar, but it's strange on the toy one. He ended the song with a 99 percent notes hit and with a smile handed her the guitar again. He grabbed his drink off the table and opened the window in the room to look outside for a minute as he raised the glass to his lips.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 21, 2008 0:28:04 GMT -5
She set her can down at got back into place. "Seriously ? Thanks," she smiled. The song started and she kept up pretty well, doing just about as well as she had the last time. "Guess I'm at my personal best right now." she said picking up the drink again. "I thought Heath Ledger was the coolest thing when I was fourteen. I had just discovered all of the millenium teen comedys. 10 Things I Hate About You was the best." She looked over at the sketch in the corner. "That's really good," she commented. "It's whats out the window right ?"
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 21, 2008 0:47:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, you'll hit Rock star status in no time going at this rate." the male said with a smile as she said she must be at her personal best right now. He listened then as she talked about what she'd gotten into when she was fourteen. "Nice, I was all about horror and rock 'n' roll. I'd always be at my friend's houses learning how to play guitar and dreaming about a band that we were going to have. Then we'd stay up all night and cram our heads full of horror stories and gory movie monsters, and not sleep for hours because we were terrified that something would eat us alive... I think my favorite story was the one about the porcelain clown in the little boy’s room... It was only my favorite because I had one in my room. I heard that story and threw it out the window as soon as I got home... My mom was pissed, but I felt like I had conquered a demon." A smile curled Trevor's lips as he thought about the days when he could have been considered innocent. He was a good kid for the most part, when he turned fifteen everything in his life was kind of turned upside down. And everything about him changed.
He walked over to the sketch and let his eyes go from the window to the paper, and back again. He did this several times, and then spoke. "Yeah, I don't have it finished though. I need to add a bit more shading, here and here-- Need to finish this building-- add more detail to the trees--" each pause was a moment when he looked back to the window. Even though it was dark outside, he still knew what he needed to finish.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 21, 2008 0:57:33 GMT -5
"I got into the horror stuff when I was 12. My favorite was the guy that wouldn't die. It scared me so bad, I lived on the floor in my aunt's room for weeks with my sleepingbag." She thought about how mad her aunt got when she would trip over Jaydn in the morning. Her aunt wasn't a morning person and was always afraid she was going to break her arm or something when she stepped on her. She looked out the window and saw what he was talking about. "Yeah, you're right but it's still really good. Do you usually draw stuff like this or is it a rarity ?"
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 21, 2008 1:09:34 GMT -5
"Haha, Michael? I do believe-- He was my idol. The best of the slasher movie monsters." Trevor said with a laugh. Not like, he was going to become Michael one day and just kill everyone related to him, but he loved the dude. He was awesome, and always will be. The remake of the original Halloween was super freaky too; extra gory and the actors were great. "I lived at my friends houses when I was freaked out. My dad didn't help at all, because he usually freaked me out even more when he came into the house at late hours. He worked the grave yard shift downtown, and he always got home real late, and he tried to be quiet and that only freaked me out even more."
He listened to her question and shrugged slightly. "I draw a lot of realistic things, but scenery is a common one. This one was just when I was bored. I wasn't really trying, just decided that it was something to do-- Need to add more details to the window frame too..." he said, letting his fingers run around the edge of the paper, that was drawn to look as though it was really the frame of the window. He raised the glass to his lips and quietly drank from it before setting the glass down again. He turned the pages back and found a few drawings of himself. "I'm pretty easy to draw..." he said with a laugh as he looked at the pictures of him with different hairstyles. The one on top was the current one, but each of the others was slightly different. The last one was what he'd look like with snake bites. He had thought about getting some. He turned the pages back again, passing up a picture of a deer in a meadow, a cat on a bench, a daisy in a flower pot, a broken pen on a table, and many other random things that he was just scribbling down. Mixed in were more pictures of himself, some contour line drawings, and some charcoal handprints and so on... He flipped through the slow enough to allow her to see if she was looking at them. His eyes scanned each pictures as though he was checking to see if they were finished or not.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 21, 2008 1:18:53 GMT -5
"Yes ! That was his name ! And my aunt's house is really old and it's all creaky and has that old house smell. It's a horror movie waiting to happen." She looked at the pictures as he flipped through them. They were all really well done, he put more detail into his than she did. She liked leaving hers missing a couple of details, it made them more... flawed. She didn't like for her stuff to be perfect, but she didn' t like doing abstract. So she settled fot the inbetween, flawed sketches of ordinary things. She liked the way they looked, but the detailed ones were great too."I have tried to draw myself so many times. But I just can't get it right. Everyone says that they look just like me and they're great but I can feel that they're not right. I don't know. Perfectionism maybe." she shrugged. "You are great at this."
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 21, 2008 1:33:37 GMT -5
"Oh man, that's how my grandpa's house was. It was so old and had that really weird smell to it. It's like a smell that you'll never know unless you've been in a really old house. My grandpa used to tell me that someone died in his house. Right in front of my bedroom. He said this man just sat down and died. He told me when the police came to the scene that there was no evidence of a heart attack, he wasn't old, and he was in good health and didn't have any type of cancer. He just sat down and died. That never made sense to me because there has to be a reason, but I hated my room because of that thought..." Trevor said, still being puzzled by the elderly man's words. Maybe the guy was just trying to scare him, maybe he was right. Maybe no one could figure out why the guy died. Either way, it had always been one of those things that he thinks about every once in a while. It lurks in his mind and just makes him wonder if it's true or not.
"I read a quote one time, don't remember who it was by but it was like 'creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes, and art is knowing which ones to keep'. It's a pretty good quote, and it's the only reason I can draw myself. If you look at this one, I messed it up horribly--" He flipped back a few pages to a large one of himself. The picture was detailed greatly, down to the find pieces of hair draped over his face. He pointed out the size of the eyes, and how ill formed he'd drawn his teeth. The shadows were wrong, and everything in the picture was opposite because he'd drawn himself in a mirror. They were all just small little things that he pointed out, but that's what perfectionism did. You picked out the tiny things. "I bet it will just take a different medium to draw yourself. Have you ever drawn in charcoal?" he asked, but then looked back at her as she said he was great at this. A small smile curled his lips. "Thank you."
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 21, 2008 13:56:30 GMT -5
"That would have messed me up so bad. Some things have probably happened at my aunt's and she probably knows about them but she likes being able to safely walk across her floor at night," she said. "That's about right," she said of the quote. She noticed the flaws he pointed out in the drawing and realized that she hadn't noticed them before he made her. She might have if she had really studied them, but even then she didn't think so. "I've used charcoal before, and it looks great but it makes it harder for me to get my shading right. I'm still on the process of learning how to use it the right way."
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 21, 2008 17:01:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, my grandpa was a few fries short of a happy meal if you catch my drift. He was always telling me stuff like that, but I can't help but wonder if that's really true, because maybe I'm weird, but I swear whenever I'd walk over that spot in the house it sent chills up my spine. Even a few weeks back before I came here I walked in to get some things and I got that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach..." he said a slight tingle running up his spine at the thought of it. He hated that feeling... Thankfully his mind was pulled away as she began to speak again to answer his question about using charcoal to draw. He nodded slightly; understand her problem for he had the same one. He could do it, but he was just slow with it. "I love using charcoal, but I usually get more on myself then on the paper. It's so easy to use sometimes, but then it gets on my hands and I have a horrible habit of touching my face when I think, or when I look at something. So Before I'm done it's usually smeared up the sides of my face and on my chin. At one point I had some around one of my eyes and my mom freaked out because she had thought I got in a fight and not told her about it." he said, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. His mother only seemed to care he or someone else got hurt. Usually when someone else got hurt...
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 21, 2008 17:08:56 GMT -5
"I'm like that. Once I know something weird happened somewhere I always think about it whenever I'm near it. Really an annoying thing, especially at night," she said. There were these woods right by her aunt's house that were really creepy. Apparently. that's where the deserters hid during the Civil War. She used to have to go by it everyday and it scared her so bad. Then she figured out that if she walked an extra half mile she didn't have to go by them. So she got home later but got a better workout everyday. "That's how I am with paint," she laughed. "No matter how careful I am it always get's everywhere. So now in my room at home I have a painting corner that's just totally wrecked. The weird thing is it actually looks pretty good. My main problem with charcoal is it usually winds up on some part of the picture where I don't want it."
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 21, 2008 20:42:15 GMT -5
"Haha, I make it a point not to stay clean with paint. I have more fun painting myself sometimes then the canvas. Painting palettes annoy me, so I usually just use my arms or something to mix paint. And when I'm bored, I tend to draw on my arms, like in class, I have come out with drawings all over my arms and people ask me if they're tattoos. I like tattoos, but I dislike needles. So I'm good just drawing them daily." he spoke with a laugh. His mother used to call him the walking billboard because everyday he had something new on him, whether it was on his arms, his jeans, anything. He made it a point almost to be the kid that always changed himself everyday. His aunt said he was going to die of ink poisoning, and look at him now! Alive and kicking six years later. "Oh yeah, I hate that. Work so hard on a picture and then you make a mess and it gets somewhere you don't want it. I was drawing this thing one time, a picture of a white trumpet flower, really close view and the center was like a deep green color, and I got that deep green in the middle of one of the large white petals. I was so annoyed."
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 21, 2008 20:49:43 GMT -5
"I draw the fake tattoos, too. I'd get a real one, but my aunt won't sign the permission slip so I've gotta wait till I'm eighteen," she said, making a face. She had argued and argued saying that it wasn't like she wanted to get them all over, she just wanted one on her back. But her aunt said that tramp stamps were for tramps and that was the end of it. "I've done it so much, one day when I didn't redraw it I had like seven people ask me what happened to it. It was really funny." She listened to the story about the flower. "That would make me so mad. Whenever something like that happens I beat up the canvas. I just throw it around and stuff like that until I'm not as mad. Then I set it on fire in the backyard."
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 22, 2008 6:37:25 GMT -5
He laughed at her when she said she had to wait, but then a grin stretched across his face, showing that he wasn't serious. He knew the pain of having to wait for something you want. He didn't get his tongue pierced until just a few weeks ago. The thing still hurt like hell, but he loved it dearly. He'd always wanted snake bites too, but he was going to wait until his tongue stopped hurting before he tortured his lips. "Yeah that happened to me, one day I was sick and I just didn't draw anything and everyone was like, woah, I thought you had tattoos... It was pretty funny." he said with a soft chuckle as he remembered their faces when they saw his bare skin. It had been an interesting day cause no one had stopped bugging him about it. He got rather annoyed actually. "Ehh, I just threw it away. I didn't want to mess with it I was so pissed." he said with a shrug. He usually didn't deal with things, he just either walked away or got rid of the problem. That could be saying a lot if you didn't know him very well, but that's what he did.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 22, 2008 16:31:57 GMT -5
"I didn't know that they paid that much attention so it was a little creepy," she said with a grin. It wouldn't have bothered her, but she didn't know any of them and it was weird having strangers ask what happened to the stuff on her arms. They were scary looking strangers too. All of her friends or at least the ones in classes with her had seen her refresh them at some point or another. She just did it periodicaly throughout the day. People wondered it there was a schedual for her re-tattooing but she just did it whenever she got bored. Usually in history where the teacher was like eighty. She nodded, "I know what you mean about that. I get so ticked off at it that I have to do something and the messed up whatever-it-is is the best thing to take it out on. And some of the things I use to draw with look really cool lit up," she said with a laugh. She was a pyhromaniac and liked to burn stuff. She didn't set houses on fire or anything, but if she had the oppertunity she usually set whatever it was on fire.
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