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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 18 2010, 08:26 PM (223 Views) | |
| Colossus | Dec 18 2010, 08:26 PM Post #1 |
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*Dec 29th* *10:46 am* *small sitting area between two wings* *Open to first four* The drop cloth was down, and gaining new drops of color to it as his spotted shirt gained more color as he used it to wipe off most of the paint from his fingers as his faded jeans managed to stay mostly untouched by the paint, though the knees were fraying as he often knelt to mix colors and get different angles on what he was doing. it started off as a rough sketch of Mr. Worthington flying back home, snow falling around him as the bare trees seemed to shine in the sunlight thanks to the ice and snow. Slowly he started to fill in the colors, fussing with his palet and scrap paper as he couldn't get his hair color just right. Getting an aha moment he quickly mixed the needed colors and internally rejoyced as he continued with his painting, his small cd player softly playing Origa, providing him with just enough background noise to stay just oh so slightly distracted. Moving onto shadows and light he pondered if he could make this shine like it had, or not, before adding in the small blurs in the background that were he and his family as they watched. This image was one Piotr had seen from the ground, Angel arching as he did a circle and merely flipped it to be a sky view, his face obscured. stepping back he frowned breifly realizing he just stepped in paint and shrugged. He was never "neat" about his painting, it stifled the creative process to not have everything sort of explode everywhere. Nothing got on the walls, or the furnature (which was covered also just in case). the paint mainly got on the canvas and the splots that didn't got on him and the drop cloth. He had chose this spot because no one seemed to notice it and it had great lighting and he figured his roommate wouldn't like the smell of paint, nor the open window. So, he had set up shop there and was humming softly along with the music as he stepped back again and made a few adjustments. Nodding to himself he set his brushes down and carefully set it off to one side to dry, before picking up another and starting to sketch the large blue man he had seen in the kitchen a time or two. I wonder if he speaks Russian, he thought briefly as he added to the general outline, noting that his face was an intelligent one, one that seemed it would know many things and many langugages. He was the Doctor, if Piotr was not mistaken. |
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| Shadowcat | Dec 18 2010, 11:05 PM Post #2 |
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Humming a tune kept the mind occupied as the day droned on. A jump and a skip accompanied the musical bit as Kitty moved from the girl's dorm to that ambiguous space between men and women's dorms. There was a large man standing within the space with a canvas and drop clothes and enough paint upon both and himself to probably paint another few paintings. Slipping behind eyes drifted over the work in progress and the Angel piece already done. Clearly there was some skill. Mind seemed to recall the large man around before, but the name escaped her. Then again it was possible the name wasn't known. It was possible it had never been uttered by another for her to pick up and know. That had to be the case. "Hope you have enough blue paint for Doc's body. You seem to have a lot of paint on the floor and on you buddy. Though you could make him purple or something just for fun I suppose. Maybe a pink, I think he's quite partial to pink so I hear. Or perhaps I made that up. Who can tell anymore. The world is a crazy place after all. Kitty by the way." |
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| Colossus | Dec 23 2010, 12:30 AM Post #3 |
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He paused mid sketching to turn to the young girl who had just popped up out of no where and tilted his head. "hm?" he asked softly, blinking adn looking back at his sketch, "Uh, Da, I haf enough.....dere is a bit of purple to him too..." he added, not really registering why he had been distracted. "an' some of this is old paint....does nto wash out good.." Turning back to his sketch eh kept sketching, wondering why she looked familiar. Then he paused and turned around to grab his sketch book and started flipping. "OH! You are Star Trek girl!" he exclaimed aloud before blushing, "Uhm, I...ken explain..." he added sheepishly, blush getting darker. giving her a shy sheepish smile he offered the page in his sketch book that showed her watching Star Trek and bit his lip. "I..draw...natural states," he told her shyly, before rubbing the back of his head with the non paint and pencil smeared hand. "Please do not be mad.." |
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| Shadowcat | Jan 27 2011, 09:48 PM Post #4 |
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Eyebrows rose at the name that she seemed to be given by the towering young man. Hands slid to the hips as she tilted slightly her weight onto one hip. "I should hope so big guy. Wouldn't want to think I had a strange stalker already or something." The fact that he was blushing was amusing for the most part. Watching him squirm brought a bit of joy that Kitty would have to question about herself later. Head tilted slightly as the image that was presented was taken in. At least it made sense now. Though it was still a bit odd. "Won't be mad there white Shaq. Long as you promise to not hide in the shadows and sketch quietly next time. At least let a girl know she's being studied so she can get all prettified and such." The sketch was gripped and eyes moved over it. "Not half bad really. You should be an artist or something." |
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| Colossus | Feb 1 2011, 10:30 PM Post #5 |
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Piotr blinked and tilted his head as a few pop culture references went over his head and blinked. "Nyet, saying I am drawing makes for bad poses...." he tried to explain, sighing. "An' I was sitting next to you when I drew this...." he frowned and put the drawing down and shrugged. He contemplated his sketch before he mixed a bit more paint together and started a bit, before frowning at the color. Damn it, too dark, oh well, a bit of trickery there and voila! Better! "I..am artist...In Russia...." he turned to look at the much smaller girl. He smiled at her, a shy smile, with a hint of plotting in his eye, "Art iz Russian inwention, you know, Keptain!" he proudly stated and added a bit more paint onto the canvas, waiting, just waiting for the desired reaction. |
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| Shadowcat | Feb 18 2011, 08:37 AM Post #6 |
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"Sketching, making a image, whatever you call it I suppose. Though how were you sitting next to me? I swear I'd recall a mountain of handsome next to me." The truth that Kitty ignored was that most likely if she was into something she would have been totally oblivious. An entire circus could have marched through that room that day and she wouldn't notice a thing. So it was very likely, in fact more than likely, that Piotr had been right next to her while doing the image of her. Eyes blinked as she came back to reality realizing she had done it again when she heard him speaking. Focusing totally back on the young man she raised here eyebrows. Russia, the accent had seemed like something from there or the numerous other countries that once used to be part of them or had sprung off them in the far past. Blinking for a moment at the enthusiasm of his last statement, she seemed momentarily bewildered. Then it hit her. He was adding in a Star Trek reference at the end. Clever. Smiling and shaking her head she patted him on the arm. "We have got to get you something else to impersonate than the cute but oh so very stereotypical Star Trek character you just chose." Kitty laughed as she thought about the show she loved that was supposed to be so far in the future where apparently stereotypes still heavily existed. Turning back to his painting she tilted her head slightly. "It's looking really great. Are you going to give it to Dr. McCoy?" |
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| Colossus | Feb 19 2011, 04:14 PM Post #7 |
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Piotr shook his head and put his palet and brush down. "Nyet, people......are....being not real when I draw them. They....get weird, not normal." he tried to explain, but figured unless someone was an artist like himself, they probably wouldn't get it. Sighing he picked this things back up and continued painting and snorted, "You hit me, twice. Also said something about Khan being a..uhm....." he coughed and kept painting, grabbing his dry brush and dragging it over the paint, smiling as he got a look like actual fur. Good. "Also, I am not fond of Chekov," he told her, tilting his head a bit her way, but eyes never leaving his canvas, nor his fingers slowign down. "Doctor Bones is my favorite. And da, he will, when I am happy with it. Gopsin Worthington will get his when I see him." he smiled. |
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