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Post by Eirik on Sept 26, 2005 20:26:15 GMT -5
Arthur had gotten on the train somewhere in the west of the but was now merely hours away from Bayville. In the seats across from him sat two socials workers making sure Arthur got to his new home at the school. They did not like this assignment or Arthur but Arthur could careless about them. Arthur knew someone had phoned the police station and told them they would take him but Arthur had no idea what to expect and feared change greatly. In the site next to him sat a quiet girl whom Arthur quiet liked. They shared a mutual understanding of each other without saying anything at all. Arthur couldn't really talk well and had a hard time understanding meaning of what people were speaking and speaking words himself. The social workers said the girl was mute but Arthur didn't care, actually he was more grateful for it. Arthur could really once express himself through Art.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Sept 26, 2005 21:14:16 GMT -5
Fineen sat very still and quite looking straight ahead of her. Her stare could burn a hole in the seat infront of her. The only sounds she made was the tipping of the heels of her black dress shoes against one other. She paid little to no mind to where she was or where she would end up .Her mind was divide between the past few years with her parents and what her life would be like now that what her brother had for told had come to pass.Between her thought her blink stare find its way to a the boy seating beside her.
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Post by Eirik on Sept 26, 2005 21:21:50 GMT -5
Arthur was holding out an assortment of candies in his hand that someone had gave him along the way, towards Fineen. There was no smile on his but he liked this girl and how quiet she was. Arthur was a strange one and everyone else quickly hopped seats when they realized but when Fineen transfered from her train from the north she had no problems sitting next to him.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Sept 26, 2005 21:36:09 GMT -5
Fineen eyes widen and froze at the amount of candies the young boy was holding infront of him. She would normal shake her head to a stranger offering candy, but knowing that he was different like her she just smiled at his action and took a piece of candy. Her eyes soon returned to her staring at the seat infront of her, but she did not continued the tipping of her shoes. This boys action seemed to same how snap her into the moment. what happens, happens and there no point in warring about it. The smile remained on her face as she sucked on the candy for sometime afterwords.
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Post by Eirik on Sept 28, 2005 15:09:35 GMT -5
Arthur nodded to her as she took a piece instead of smiling to her. That was one of Arthur's biggest problems. He could not express what he was feeling. His face hardly ever showed any emotion at all. Thought at the moment he was quite happy. The two stiffs on the sits across from them were sleeping and reading. This left Arthur feeling better as well. He hated how people treated him like a lab experiment. Arthur looked into his hand and found a piece for him. It was pineapple favored and he loved it. After it found it's way into his mouth he put the rest away in one of his many pockets.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Oct 9, 2005 18:28:30 GMT -5
Besides the crys from a small baby that sat with its mother two seats behide the two, it was a silent ride. Fineen still eating the sweet candy that this strange boy presented her with. She found it odd that this guy did not say a word, If you could talk she would yell to the havens above. Her eyes lower as her head did in sadness. Maybe her silents made him not want to talk. Her hands rose to her face and covered her eyes. She looked to be crying but not a sound or tear was present. Her soft white hair fall, blocking her child like face from anyone else.
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Post by Eirik on Oct 12, 2005 17:17:43 GMT -5
Arthur sensed she was unhappy and thought of ways he could make her happy. He rummaged through his carry on bag and pulled forth a sketch book and a pencil. He looks over at the girl and started to sketching her. He hide the drawing from her view but continued his work. He looked up at her constantly.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Oct 13, 2005 0:42:54 GMT -5
Fineen face still buried in her pale skin hands, her hair covering her lonely face. She started to hear the scratching of a pencil to paper. With a her head still down she slowly brushed her snow white hair away from her face . She tucked her fine hair behind the ear that faced the boy now revealing once again her icy blue eyes to him. With each passing glance the boy took at her a smile began to grow on the small Ferly face. The boy looked older then she was but she did not care for she liked younger then she was. The train bumped around as if the track was made of bones and not steel. Her eyes where dry not a tear was dropped.
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Post by Eirik on Oct 13, 2005 10:16:45 GMT -5
Arthur looked up again from his sketch book to see that Fineen was now smiling once more. He felt better too because of it. Now quite happy but his face remained expressionless despite the facts.
His hand continued on working away at the sketch of her. Nice, short graceful strokes were being made. It gave his drawing incredible amounts of energy and life. The drawing had near prefect structure, contrast and perspective all done subconsciously by the great artist. He was never thought this stuff but had just always known it. His strange way of thinking had opened up the world of art to him at a very young age.
After a few more minutes the drawing was complete. Almost anyone who would have seen it would have gasped at how magnificent it was but Arthur felt it fell short of what he was trying to capture. He almost didn't want to show her it now. He felt that she would have been upset if he did not. So Arthur peeled the drawing from his book and decided to give it to her. He reach over and held it out to her but looked at his lap afraid to make eye contact.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Oct 13, 2005 22:49:33 GMT -5
Fineen's wide eyes stared at the wonderful drawing that was of her. Her head had been shot up straight by its likeness to her. She pointed at the masterpiece that Arthur had made in a matter of minutes. She pointed back and forth from the picture to her signing if the picture was for her. As he held it out to her, she saw he was looking down at his lap as if afraid to look into her eyes. Why would he be so shy about presenting her with a marvelous gift. As she reached for the portrait she stretch and kiss his cheek with her soft lips. She did not even realized what she just did tell she was back in her seat, but her face soon revealed it. Her once pale skin beamed a brilliant red, her cheeks look like they were pinched by many grandparents after a very long family reunion.
she pulled her hair over her face as to hide her shame of what she had done. After all she was only 12 years old, and Arthur look to be in his teens. <What was I thinking> echoed in her mind. < Maybe he did not noteice... I hope he didn't notices...please make him not notices> she yelled in her thoughts.
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Post by Eirik on Oct 17, 2005 5:15:31 GMT -5
Once Fineen had kissed his cheek Arthur's attention turned from his lap to her in less then a blink of an eye. He reach a hand up and touched his cheek. His mother had use to do that along ago before she had died. No one since had done that. He hardly even got a hug. He noticed Fineen was red in the face and decided to look away. People didn't like to be watched if they were not feeling well or embarrassed. Arthur could not understand why she was red in the face. Her gift of a kiss though far out weight his gift to her, the drawing. Arthur's gaze came to rest on outside the window. Landscape was rushing them quite quickly. He hated the train before he got one this one with this nice girl in it.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Oct 30, 2005 12:35:20 GMT -5
Fineen sat in her sit ,her eyes squashed shut as not to leave an light in or out. As the picture that was a great likeness of her rested in her shaking hands. With the everlasting silences between the two she could not tell if he had noticed the foolish kiss she so childishly placed upon his cheek. < I have to know > she though as she slowly opened her eyes. With a small unnoticeable turn of her head she gazed at Arther. He was watching the landscapes races past the trains window. He showed one signs of caring about the kiss, she side in relief. The red in her face slowly faded as the train ride continued to push on. She wondered what path this boy was on the train for, she was on her way to her brother, where was his final stop. She ached to talked to this boy but she had to keep her thoughts in her head till she reaches New York, till she was in the safetied of her brothers arms. Her mother last words to her before she was forced to leave her loving home. Warned her that there are people in this world out to help others, and theres are those that are out for themselves. Even tho she felt Aurthur wasn't a guy out for himself, that he wouldn't hurt her she would keep the deathly silences, it wouldn't been broken by her. She continued to gaze up at him, there was something about him that she could relate to. It wasn't only their speechless conversation that connected the two, there was something more that laid deep within them that sent the quite two apart from the rest of the passengers on the train. < But what > she wondered. as the train bumped along its unsure tracks.
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Post by Eirik on Nov 14, 2005 21:44:27 GMT -5
Arthur turned back to the girl she looked better then she had a moment ago. At least she was happy now, for which Arthur was happy. He smiled softly but it quickly faded. Arthur always did have a hard time expressing himself. Since Fineen had like the first picture so much he would draw her another. This time it was of a farm house the train had just passed on it's way to NY. With one quick look Arthur had it committed to his memory and and started sketching once more. After it was roughed out, Arthur continue to add more and more detail. He added layer on top of layer to it. Once finished he handed it to her but this time felt comfortable enough around her to be able to look at her as he did so.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Nov 20, 2005 14:27:46 GMT -5
Fineen saw a short lived smile from the teenage boy , but it quickly ran to hide from his face. He quickly dove himself into another blank piece of paper, he sketched faster then the fall wind blows through the tunning autumn leafs. Fineen watch in a amazement, she had ever seen anything quit like this. Before she could finish blinking he was finished and had reached over and passed it to her. She now had two works of art, her portrait and the wonderful farm house that reminded her of home. A small tear began to form in the corner of her eye, she missed her mama and papa. Knowing her parents had no choice but to force her leave, they felt it would be safer for her to be with her brother. Her once happy and peaceful farm land would soon to be covered in anti-mutant groups, the world was slowly being casted into the shadows. How was her brother going to protect her if there was no place to run, no light to cut the dark, but she had to hope there was hope still in the world. She placed her finger to her eye and wiped the small pool of water away, she nodded to Aurthur in her way of saying thank-you, she dared not to speak the heart fulled words. She gazed at the pictures once more, and then back to the smile-less faced boy. How and why could someone so gifted not be able to show their expressen through their face ,but through a pencil, a small chunk of wood and lead. See just stared at him in wonder.
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Post by Eirik on Nov 20, 2005 18:30:14 GMT -5
Arthur noticed he may have hurt her feelings or did something to upset her. He had noticed a tear form. He quickly put his drawing pad and pencils away before he could do more damage. He knew very well what pain felt like. His life was full of it. He rummaged around the inside of his carry on back pack but could not find what he was looking for. A frown brief touched his face then was anger in a second then was gone completely. Arthur dropped the back pack on his feet in a vent of frustration. After a brief moment Arthur was ready to try again. He started with the side pockets and quickly found what he was looking for.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Nov 24, 2005 18:31:39 GMT -5
As fast as he could draw he shaved his art tools away out of sight ,Fineen watch wide eyed at Arther frustration fit, she was unsure why he would be acting so out burst. She looked at his backpack as it hit the trains red carpet floor with a thud. This boy was an odd one she though as he once again calmly began to look through his sack. He grip through his backpack's pockets as if trying to find something, he reminded her of a squirrel trying to find his lost acorns. soon Fineen could tell his long and fanatic search as over. She wait to see what could cause him to act so different then before.
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Post by Eirik on Nov 24, 2005 20:02:48 GMT -5
Arthur pulled out of his bag cupped in both of his hands something that he had made a long time ago that he felt he needed to share with Fineen and show her. He looked at it for a minute wondering if it was a good idea or not but came up at a stale mate. Arthur though still decided to show her none the less and stretched his arms out towards her to show his work to her.
Cupped in his hands was a true work of art and even he felt that it was. It was one of the few things he had made that he took pride in. It was a medallion but made out of clay instead of metal but was truly awesome. It was craved with such care and love that it was one of those things that made you life seem more whole for seeing and experience it. It was beautiful, every inch of it both of them. It was mostly designs and things that looked like runes but the scroll work and detail of it could boggle any mind. It was one of those things that only a special mind like Arthur's could ever envision or conceive of it.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Nov 27, 2005 12:57:46 GMT -5
Fineen gazed at the work of art that was placed infront of her wide eyed charming face. Fineen was not sure what the medallion truly meant but she know it most have a strong place in this gifted boys heart. She had recognized same of the marking on the piece but over all she was lost in the marks and curves of the clay itself. She slowly moved her hand infront of her fair pale body, as to ask if she could hold this work of wonder. Fineen looked into the still boys eyes, he seemed to understand the piece for more then its beauty, it was more then just a work of the heart, it was a blind of the soul. Fineen's brother had the same power over her with his travels stories as this boys art did. The train still on its bumpy tracks seemed to ever end, this trap was starting to sink in, in all the wrong places. Fineens butt was numb form the hard sits and her eyes dried from crying most of the way. She was not one for crying but she was tore from her home and love ones by the cover of night , and tossed onto a train with little of a choice. Tears where easier for her to shield then words. She felt like she was alone in the world, that the fates had dealt her an unfair hand. But she was one not to look back at the past, for to dread on the past would cast a shadow on ones future. She wiped her hair out of her face, her hand still stretched out to hold the clay medallion.
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Post by Eirik on Nov 27, 2005 14:10:37 GMT -5
Arthur watched Fineen as she put her hands out as if she was asking to see his art. Arthur gave it another long look before reaching out his arms towards her. He held it quite gently and said nothing as his hands were now above Fineen's. Arthur would not set it in her hands might it fall and brake. So he sat completely still waiting for her to scoop it up and out of his cupped hands. Arthur was very proud of it and thought it was among his best work but he was not trying to boast his talents to impress Fineen. It was more to share an experience with her. The medallion was just that and experience. It would have different effects on different people but it was still an experience anyway some one cut it.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Nov 29, 2005 22:45:37 GMT -5
Fineen cupped one of her reached out hands under the priceless piece of earth. With her right hand firmly holding the medallion ,her left hand come to a rest covering it from other eyes. She held the small piece of wonder with great care, as if she held a wounded bird that had fallen from the safety of its mother breast. The train rocked back and forth on it unsure tracks, this train pulled on as did Fineen as she gazed at Arther's craftsmanship. The marks of clay clouded her thought as the sun began to hide from the nights moon. She had been on the train for over 24 hours but her silent conversation passed time quickly. The red, golden clay was so smooth to the touch but so hard liking. Her fingers read the rune like marks that encased the mystery,baked in the clay. She know the feel of a few of them, but many made her mind draw a block. It was hour scene her childish kiss, and she totally had forgot about it. The supper cart was being pushed down the trains hall ways, as a thin woman followed after. The bumps on the tracks had become very large and where jerking the two about. The woman pushing the cart rocked back and forth with each passing bump, she seemed to be use to it and just went with the flow. As for Fineen she was bobbing around like a seagull on a not so calm sea. Her hand quickly closed on the medallion as to keep it from flying out of her pale fair skinned hand. At the first sign of a safe moment she was planning on passing the art back. Just as the cart lady stopped right beside her " Would you care for anything sugs" the woman asked the two.
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