Canvases and Oil Paints (Ame)

[MATTHEW GRAY]

[atrb=style, background-color: #0f0f0f][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,bTable] i thought i was rich because i had just one flower. and all i own is a single ordinary rose. the stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see. what makes the desert beautiful is that it hides a well somewhere. people don't find what they're looking for. and yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose or a little water. ― little traveler The artists one despair, besides always seeming to be poor, is running out of paints and canvases on which to create their masterpieces. Another issue is running out of the fluid and paper necessary to print out photos, something dangerous in an artists field of work. Unluckily, all three things happened at the same time for Matthew. With no money or supplies to get said money, he had to call his dad and ask for a bit of spare cash to help him get restarted. Luckily there weren't many complaints and he got his money quickly, and decided that afternoon he needed his supplies that day. Otherwise things wouldn't get done right? Right! With this determination, and knowing he had a bit of spare money to go clubbing that night, he set off outside without a jacket and had to retrace his steps. Sighing to himself but enjoying the cool weather he threw it on and left again, but realized it was inside out halfway down the street. At this point he was simply confused, but rearranged himself anyway and finally continued on his way looking normal. Squinting at the sunlight striking the multi-colored trees (because yes guys up here in Mass the trees are already a multitude of gorgeous colors) he smiled and caught a floating leaf. Gazing at the vibrant red coloring he felt the familiar itch in his fingertips and hurried to the store. He ended up spending a bit more than he had hoped, but left the store satisfied with the canvases and paints, and also photo supplies he had loaded in his arms. Although he was happy with his purchases, they stacked high, blocking his field of vision. So it was impossible for him to see in front of him, or the poor girl he was going to probably knock over when he bumped into her. Tripping over his own feet he crashed to the ground and groaned, quickly checking first his supplies to make sure they weren't ruined, then to the girl he bumped into. "Miss I'm so sorry!"

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[AMETHYST COOK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] NOBODY CARES WHEN the blonde was walking while reading a book. she didn't care that somebody might fall on her, or that she could easily trip. all she cared was that she finished this amazing book, so she could go get another one. that's why amethyst was walking so slowly, being careful. but, still, she couldn't see what was going on in her peripheral vision, and didn't see the man walking towards her. apparently, he didn't see her either. and that's why they collided. ame fell down, loosing place in her book. "my book!" she cried out, tears forming in her eyes, not from the pain in her legs and butt, but the pain of losing place in the book she had been reading. it had been such a good book, too. the blonde sighed, then fixed her shirt, getting up. she winced slightly, as she rubbed the back of her jeans off. "i-it's okay. i wasn't watching where i was going..." she said quietly, but sighed, as she bent over and picked up her now dirty book. "dang it," she whispered, assessing the damage done. "at least it's not that bad." amethyst got ready to go, stuffing her book in her red tote bag, but tripped over one of the man's art supplies, landing on her butt once more. "ow!" she cried out, as she hit the same exact spot she fell on before. TAGS Matt OUTFIT here NOTES lol, she's such a bookworm YOU'RE IN THE PITS coded by JIN of PRE & OTE

[MATTHEW GRAY]

[atrb=style, background-color: #0f0f0f][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,bTable] i thought i was rich because i had just one flower. and all i own is a single ordinary rose. the stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see. what makes the desert beautiful is that it hides a well somewhere. people don't find what they're looking for. and yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose or a little water. ― little traveler He watched her, unsure if he should feel bemused or worried. She seemed so simply focused on her book it was like she couldn't think of anything else. Smiling to himself he winced as she tripped over a canvas, and assessed the damage done to his supplies. Luckily for him, nothing was ruined. The photo fluid hadn't spilled, his papers were intact, no canvas was broken and no paint spilled. Gathering these things in a pile he stood and dusted himself off, holding out a hand to the fallen girl. "Here let me help you up, I'm Matthew. Matthew Gray, but everyone calls me Mattie." He pulled her up and thumbed his camera, dutifully hanging around his neck though hidden under his sweatshirt. He eyed her up and down, she seemed an interesting enough person and he snapped a picture of her quickly. This time he'd remembered to turn off the flash so it wasn't bright and obnoxious. Acting as though he did nothing wrong he dropped the camera and smiled brightly at her. "So what book are you reading? How old are you, old enough to drink?" Being new in town he was always looking for new drinking buddies, he needed someone who'd been here a while to show him around and tell him where the better clubs were, after all he wasn't going to wander around himself. He glanced her up and down, taking in how cute she was and smiling to himself. She certainty didn't seem the partying type though. He reached for his zipper and proceeded to zip and unzip his sweatshirt, revealing and then covering his bare chest repeatedly..

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[AMETHYST COOK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] NOBODY CARES WHEN taking his hand, the blonde gulped when she felt how warm it was. she wasn't used to physical contact anymore, not since she had been bullied and left in her 'pit of despair'. that's what she called the place she felt she was in now; the 'pit of despair'. she heard his name, and let go of his hand, looking away shyly. "i-i'm amethyst cook. people used to call me ame; pronounced amy, but spelled with an 'e' instead of a 'y'." her voice was still quiet and reserved. at the question of what book she was reading, she blushed and turned towards him. "it's kinda childish, but i'm really into these kinds of fantasy books. it's the kane chronicles by rick riordian, second book, 'the throne of fire'." she blushed even more when her asked if she was old enough to drink "i-in four years, i'll be old enough to drink. but, i'm only eighteen right now," she said, a little bit louder than she usually talked. amethyst was becoming bold with this man, but didn't know why. TAGS Matt OUTFIT here NOTES N/A YOU'RE IN THE PITS coded by JIN of PRE & OTE

[MATTHEW GRAY]

[atrb=style, background-color: #0f0f0f][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,bTable] i thought i was rich because i had just one flower. and all i own is a single ordinary rose. the stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see. what makes the desert beautiful is that it hides a well somewhere. people don't find what they're looking for. and yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose or a little water. ― little traveler He watched the girl, feeling a warmth spreading in the pit of his stomach. Licking his lips he smiled charmingly at her, she was rather pretty and seemed quite sweet. He enjoyed the shy nature she seemed to hold, but felt the urge to help her break away from her shell and become a little more outgoing. He pondered this and smiled at the idea of making a new friend in the town. After all so far he had one, Lee, and he was more of a friend with benefits. "Ame? That's real cute." Spelled cutely too, he slid his hands in the pocket of his jeans, leaving his supplies stacked neatly on the ground. They wouldn't be damaged too badly there and hey they'd already survived a fall and a trip. Rocking back on his heels he flashed another charming grin. "Hey fiction is the best. Fantasy and all that? I lot it, especially when the imagery is so detailed and precise I can paint the subjects. I love that the most." He gazed fondly at his paints, thinking about the half finished project he had back at home. He considered painting a picture for his new girly friend, he thought maybe she'd like that. Plus it'd give him an excuse to see her again, and drag her around. "Four years? Damn....well hey I claim the right to take you out drinking when you're legal 'kay?" He winked and smiled, and pondered his options to avoid ending the conversation. "Hey you hungry? I can take you out as an apology for making you fall a few times..." He grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head..

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] NOBODY CARES WHEN ame smiled at him, forgetting her shyness for a moment. "i'll hold you to that," she said, then her eyed widened, and she gasped, covering her mouth. "s-sorry, i'm not used to talking to people this long! i guess my old self came out a little." the blonde giggled nervously, then looked down at her converses. "huh?" she said lightly, her voice lilting. she snapped her head up, fast, and cracked it, but it didn't hurt. "Oh, i'm not really tha-" she was cut off by the rumbling of her stomach. blushing deeply, the woman sighed. "i g-guess so," she muttered, embarrassed and scared at what would happen if anyone saw them together. "so, um..." she was wondering where to go, as she was new here, only just finishing unpacking her stuff yesterday. "any good places around here, mattie? i wouldn't know, i haven't been here long, and the first place i learned the directions to was the bookstore, so, um," she bit her lip. ame couldn't believe herself! being so bold was not in her personality. not anymore. TAGS Matt OUTFIT here NOTES N/A YOU'RE IN THE PITS coded by JIN of PRE & OTE

[MATTHEW GRAY]

[atrb=style, background-color: #0f0f0f][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,bTable] i thought i was rich because i had just one flower. and all i own is a single ordinary rose. the stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see. what makes the desert beautiful is that it hides a well somewhere. people don't find what they're looking for. and yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose or a little water. ― little traveler "And that's a bad thing?" He seemed surprised a moment, figners poised on his zipper and eyebrows raised. She seemed like a timid girl, maybe too timid for his tastes, but he could see a bubbly girl underneath all the protective walls she'd built. Drumming his fingers on his thigh he tilted his head and watched her quietly for a moment. He saw a flicker of himself behind there, but he refused to sink into the recesses of his mind. LAcing his fingers together behind his head he grinned and winked. "Not hungry huh? I think your tummy objects to that statement." He put a hand over his heart and feigned hurt. "I didn't know I was such an undesirable companion. Promise I'll treat you nice though." He smiled warmly at the girl and offered out his arm like a gentleman. "I just moved here recently too, but there's a nice little bistro up ahead." He led her gently to the small restaurant, the golden light of the day shining pleasantly on the white umbrellas shading the tables outside. He set his art supplies on the ground once more and pulled out a seat for her.

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[AMETHYST COOK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] NOBODY CARES WHEN ame watched him carefully as he pulled out the chair, studying him. sitting down, the woman immediately went to the menu, opening it and looking through it. trying to make small talk as she read through the options, she opened her mouth to say something, when a drop of water landed on her head, which was a little bit outside of the umbrella. "huh?" she said, confused as to where it had come from. ame stuck her hand outside the umbrella, and realized that it was sprinkling lightly. "good thing we got here before it really started pouring," she muttered, and looked back down at the menu. "so... you're new here, too, huh? it must get boring. i know it does for me, my mom and dad are over seas at work, and i moved here with a little help from an acquaintance of mine. not really sure he can be called a friend," she said, accidentally saying a little too much. at least, in her book it was. the rain had stopped sometime during her talk, and she glanced up to see a rainbow. 'how pretty! look, it's a rainbow!" she said, excited like a child would be, because she had never seen a real rainbow before, only in pictures. TAGS Matt OUTFIT here NOTES N/A YOU'RE IN THE PITS coded by JIN of PRE & OTE