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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 15:35:21 GMT -5
 Olivia's dainty fingers held the rather large brush lightly. Her brownish, green eyes stared over dark murky water as if she wasn't really looking at the water. Instead, she was in her own head, thinking thoughts of nothingness. She felt empty and almost sad. There was a lingering feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't explain- she never could. When it had started, she didn't know. But if she knew anything in the world, it was that empty feeling. She blinked once as if lifting herself off the trance and glanced once more at the canvas set on her easel. The painting was of the lake, but her canvas was dark and grey while the world that was around her was bright and blue. The sun shone brightly on her freckled face and lifting her head up towards the sun, she closed her eyes and smiled slightly. Perhaps her painting showed what she felt on the inside. Regardless, she turned back to the painting and taking a large gob of white paint, splashed it across her beautifully tragic painting of the lake. People in her faction didn't paint sad, grey things like that. Cleaning out her brush, she painted a bright blue background mirroring the sky. It was a good thing that the Pier was nearly empty. In fact, she was sure that there was no one around that was in her faction. As much as she loved her faction and her family, sometimes she just needed to get out of there. The Pier wasn't really an ideal place for most people in Amity. Perhaps that was why she liked it so much. It was busy. It wasn't a field. And it was cement for miles. Her body was jolted and her elbow pushed upwards, the tip of the brush left a long thin streak of red across the canvas. "Excuse me!" she stated rather irritably towards the person who'd bumped into her. |
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If you learn from defeat, you haven't really lost.
22
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HETERO
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ERRAND BOY
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Post by Max A. Pierce on Apr 4, 2014 10:13:43 GMT -5
 Documents for the Erudite faction there, a guitar for an Amity here. . .today was one of his busy days. Max spent all day running from one faction sector to the other without a single break. He had to skip breakfast to collect a delivery which needed to be brought to some important Candor people. Admittedly his meals were never much. If he was lucky he would get some fruits from the Abnegation people who distributed food to the Factionless. It was food from his birth faction – when he was unlucky he would have to see his family.
The brunette ran through the city, passing the Hub as he made his way to the Candor sector where he went straight to the headquarters. He ruffled through his hair as he stared at the Mart. Then he checked the white envelope, tapping at the seal which kept its content hidden from curious people - like him. With a grin the slender but yet athletic boy walked through the automatic glass doors and jogged up the stairs. As always someone was already waiting for his arrival. The fair haired woman turned around, greeting him with a smile. "You're on time. Good." she said before reaching out. Max nodded, returning her smile as he handed her the envelope. As soon as he reached the staircase he dashed down the stairs and the hallway.
The wind blew in his face, brushing his hair back. His dark, baggy jacket flapped around as he sprinted. His clothes were all stained with earth and dust, changing the once black jeans into more of a brownish color. The spots at his knees were ripped, treads hung lose from falling down. But he cheerished those clothes. They were full of memories, memories of his time as an initiate.
All of a sudden the alarm on his watch, the only luxury good he owned, which was tightly strapped around his left wrist went off. It was time for a short break - finally. As far as he knew the next customer did not expect him until sometime around 2. With a groan he stretched his arms, lifting them above his head as he slowly made his way to the Navy Pier.
When he arrived he spotted someone with a brush and canvas. As curious as he was he walked up to the girl, watching in amazement how the colors slowly tinted the white paper. The boy peeked at it, crossing his arms behind his back but suddenly losing his balance and he stumbled forward, accidentally bumping into her.
"Sorry sorry." he said apologizing, dark eyebrows raised at the painting. "Oh...there's something on..." he started saying while pointing at the obvious red paint which didn't look as if it belonged there.
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