Post by Mars on Sept 8, 2008 14:20:51 GMT -5
As far as ratings go...just from language I'd say this is PG. If all goes well, chapter two should be posted soon. Enjoy, everyone!
Once upon a time in the not-so-distant future…
The Space Needle. That interesting time between evening and nightfall.
The sun was beginning to set and hints of pink flickered into the blue sky. I was sitting as close to the window as I could, perched with a drawing board and pastels in hand. The view was beautiful, just beautiful, and there I was busily trying to do it some sort of justice.
I suppose I’m not being fair. The drawing-in-training actually looked nice. The problem was that I kept getting distracted-slash-mesmerized. Gazing intently out the window and sighing, my chin propped against my hand.
I had just finished adding a touch of pink to the pastel sky and was in the middle of another sighing spree. In other words I was too distracted to even notice footsteps walking up behind me. And, consequentially, I had no idea anyone was behind me. No idea at all.
“That’s insane.”
The voice made me d**n near jump clear out of my skin. It did make me drop the pastel I had been holding right on top of its box.
“H..huh?” Oh my gosh!!!! In two seconds I had managed to discover the intruder’s identity and somehow keep from freaking out. A total miracle, in other words. I mean, Apolo-FREAKING-Ohno had just randomly approached, and kind of complimented, me. Holy crrrap! “Uh..I’m sorry. What did you say?”
He walked closer and pointed at the contents of my drawing board.
“This is really good. Can I make a suggestion?”
“s…Sure. Go ahead.” Let’s face it. No matter what he was going to say, I would listen. Even if it meant slashing over the whole drawing with black India Ink, I would do it! Thankfully, though, he didn’t suggest anything that serious.
“You should put a little more pink right…” He reached over and smudged a small area with his right thumb. “..Here.”
“Gotcha.” I picked the pastel back up, tilted my head, and went to work. I was well aware of the fact that he was watching every slight movement…self-conscious, in fact, but I was also trying hard not to let any nervousness show.
The chalk dusted lightly over the area, barely even touching the Apolo-thumbprint. I saw what he meant and agreed completely. That one little spot made all of the difference.
“There. How’s that?”
“That’s great.” He turned, smiling, to face me and I fought pretty hard to keep myself from fainting. Despite this I –couldn’t- stop the traces of blush spreading across my cheeks.
“T…thanks.” I blinked twice. My eyes darted from the picture to the pastel in my hands, down to my feet…and finally back to him. “Er…I’m Marlise, by the way. Or just Mars.” The pastel was dropped quickly back into its box. I offered my right hand, all-too-aware of the colored dust covering it.
“Marlise..I like that.” Then…Lucky me, he shook my hand, pastel and all. “I’m Apolo. I get the feeling you already knew that.” So polite, so charming…and his hand was so warm!
“Yeah. I-I’m a bit of a fan.” His grin widened.
“It’s always nice to meet fans.” He wasn’t just saying that for the sake of talking, either. Something about the gleam in his eyes and the quirk in his smile screamed complete sincerity. He turned his gaze out the window and sighed. “…The view’s amazing, isn’t it?”
“It sure is.” My response was half spoken, half sigh. I wasn’t really talking about the landscape, either. He was probably too preoccupied to notice, though, running his hand lazily through his hair as he gazed intently.
In this time I had a sudden surge of inspiration and made a quick sketch of his pose, hair ruffle and all. Whiiich gave me an interesting idea.
“Hey…could I ask you a favor?”
“Maybe. What is it?” I bit my lip and went for it. No harm, no foul, right?
“Could I draw you?”
“What, like, right now?”
“No..I mean, maybe we could set up time for like, tomorrow. If you have time tomorrow, I mean.” I get nervous and start rambling. Always have, always will. It’s a proven fact. This proven fact was pretty obvious at this point. In fact, looking back, I’m surprised I didn’t squeak and faint at his feet the moment he opened his mouth!
That was still nowhere near as surprising as what he said next.
“Sure. Tomorrow’s great. How about, say, noon or twelve thirty?”
“…Are you serious?” Wide-eyed, incredulous. In other words, I was in a state of shock.
“Yes, I’m serious. We’ll get lunch, talk, and you can draw as much as you want.” Another sincere smile. “I promise.” He held out his hand. I grinned (nervously) and shook it.
“Deal.” I was officially psyched out beyond all reason. “So…We meet here, tomorrow, at noon?”
“Yes. Definitely.” A pause as he glanced at his watch. “I’m looking forward to it already.”
“You have no idea!” Another nervous smile as we shook hands one last time. “See you then.”
He nodded, gave a small wave, and walked away. I packed up and couldn’t resist letting out a silent cheer. As far as I was concerned, nervousness could screw itself.
Once upon a time in the not-so-distant future…
The Space Needle. That interesting time between evening and nightfall.
The sun was beginning to set and hints of pink flickered into the blue sky. I was sitting as close to the window as I could, perched with a drawing board and pastels in hand. The view was beautiful, just beautiful, and there I was busily trying to do it some sort of justice.
I suppose I’m not being fair. The drawing-in-training actually looked nice. The problem was that I kept getting distracted-slash-mesmerized. Gazing intently out the window and sighing, my chin propped against my hand.
I had just finished adding a touch of pink to the pastel sky and was in the middle of another sighing spree. In other words I was too distracted to even notice footsteps walking up behind me. And, consequentially, I had no idea anyone was behind me. No idea at all.
“That’s insane.”
The voice made me d**n near jump clear out of my skin. It did make me drop the pastel I had been holding right on top of its box.
“H..huh?” Oh my gosh!!!! In two seconds I had managed to discover the intruder’s identity and somehow keep from freaking out. A total miracle, in other words. I mean, Apolo-FREAKING-Ohno had just randomly approached, and kind of complimented, me. Holy crrrap! “Uh..I’m sorry. What did you say?”
He walked closer and pointed at the contents of my drawing board.
“This is really good. Can I make a suggestion?”
“s…Sure. Go ahead.” Let’s face it. No matter what he was going to say, I would listen. Even if it meant slashing over the whole drawing with black India Ink, I would do it! Thankfully, though, he didn’t suggest anything that serious.
“You should put a little more pink right…” He reached over and smudged a small area with his right thumb. “..Here.”
“Gotcha.” I picked the pastel back up, tilted my head, and went to work. I was well aware of the fact that he was watching every slight movement…self-conscious, in fact, but I was also trying hard not to let any nervousness show.
The chalk dusted lightly over the area, barely even touching the Apolo-thumbprint. I saw what he meant and agreed completely. That one little spot made all of the difference.
“There. How’s that?”
“That’s great.” He turned, smiling, to face me and I fought pretty hard to keep myself from fainting. Despite this I –couldn’t- stop the traces of blush spreading across my cheeks.
“T…thanks.” I blinked twice. My eyes darted from the picture to the pastel in my hands, down to my feet…and finally back to him. “Er…I’m Marlise, by the way. Or just Mars.” The pastel was dropped quickly back into its box. I offered my right hand, all-too-aware of the colored dust covering it.
“Marlise..I like that.” Then…Lucky me, he shook my hand, pastel and all. “I’m Apolo. I get the feeling you already knew that.” So polite, so charming…and his hand was so warm!
“Yeah. I-I’m a bit of a fan.” His grin widened.
“It’s always nice to meet fans.” He wasn’t just saying that for the sake of talking, either. Something about the gleam in his eyes and the quirk in his smile screamed complete sincerity. He turned his gaze out the window and sighed. “…The view’s amazing, isn’t it?”
“It sure is.” My response was half spoken, half sigh. I wasn’t really talking about the landscape, either. He was probably too preoccupied to notice, though, running his hand lazily through his hair as he gazed intently.
In this time I had a sudden surge of inspiration and made a quick sketch of his pose, hair ruffle and all. Whiiich gave me an interesting idea.
“Hey…could I ask you a favor?”
“Maybe. What is it?” I bit my lip and went for it. No harm, no foul, right?
“Could I draw you?”
“What, like, right now?”
“No..I mean, maybe we could set up time for like, tomorrow. If you have time tomorrow, I mean.” I get nervous and start rambling. Always have, always will. It’s a proven fact. This proven fact was pretty obvious at this point. In fact, looking back, I’m surprised I didn’t squeak and faint at his feet the moment he opened his mouth!
That was still nowhere near as surprising as what he said next.
“Sure. Tomorrow’s great. How about, say, noon or twelve thirty?”
“…Are you serious?” Wide-eyed, incredulous. In other words, I was in a state of shock.
“Yes, I’m serious. We’ll get lunch, talk, and you can draw as much as you want.” Another sincere smile. “I promise.” He held out his hand. I grinned (nervously) and shook it.
“Deal.” I was officially psyched out beyond all reason. “So…We meet here, tomorrow, at noon?”
“Yes. Definitely.” A pause as he glanced at his watch. “I’m looking forward to it already.”
“You have no idea!” Another nervous smile as we shook hands one last time. “See you then.”
He nodded, gave a small wave, and walked away. I packed up and couldn’t resist letting out a silent cheer. As far as I was concerned, nervousness could screw itself.
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