voices inside are screaming [avalon!]
Dec 9, 2013 13:21:54 GMT -5
Post by Neil Lockhart on Dec 9, 2013 13:21:54 GMT -5
neil x avalon
The tip of a paintbrush gracefully slid across the paper, making smooth noises as it did so. It traced an outline of what seemed to be a protruding curve of the ground. Vivid green mixed with hints of pink and purple would soon follow on the curve. A paintbrush portrayed the colors. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he added in the finishing touches. And at last, after hours of work, it is done.
A painting. Neil had never done a true painting before, only sketches and poor coloring. And those would turn out horrible as he could not seem to figure out what color would go well with what. But this time was different. This time Matisse was guiding the way, guiding the brush. Well to be fair, the brush is his tail, so how could he not guide it? Smeargle tails have incredibly smooth fur which make good paintbrushes, which is one of the many reasons why Matisse is a great artist. In a palette next to the duo was a variety of colors ranging from your average red to a special crimson. Dipping, washing, dipping, washing. When Neil would dip the wrong color Matisse would click his tongue and quickly fix it. Matisse was like an art teacher, or at least could be one.
The painting was of the hills right on the outskirts of Nada Citadel. During the sunset Neil would sometimes go out and sit on those hills, sketching whatever he sees. He'd mostly see trainers with their Pokemon just hanging around. It wasn't a dangerous part of the city, if it was then that would be on the no-go list of Neil's. The no-go list is what the name implies, a basic list of the places he should avoid or not go to. Right on the top of the list is the gallows, where the prisoners are held. That was just the way he was - peaceful.
After they had completed their painting Matisse would skedaddle off and away to find something else to do. Matisse would spend his free time reading a book, or watching cooking programs on television. Neil's interests are relatively similar, reading and watching TV are things he likes to do. But on this particular afternoon he felt like going out of the house, which was unusual. Neil is an introvert, so he tends to stay away from the general public, large crowds in particular. He'd just feel entirely deprived of his energy and would even collapse at times. But he really wanted to get out of the house. He thought of a place he could go to where it would be quiet and relatively empty. The Library.
Neil approached the library, a grey building which looked rather old. The doors were made out of wood. Neil ran his fingers against the doorknob, grabbing and turning afterwards. The handle felt smooth. With a scarf around his neck, Neil entered the library.
Eyes scanned the area, immediately noticing the large shelves containing books stacked up in order. He was here alone, and he came looking for a certain book. Neil approached the reception where a librarian sat. He pulled out his notebook and a pencil, quickly writing down words on the paper. Flipping the notebook, he showed what he wrote to the librarian. Gone - Henry Boid. The librarian didn't say a word, but rather she pointed down to a row of shelves right behind the counter. Neil nodded a thanks and was on his way.
These weren't your average shelves you find at home, no. These were much larger shelves which towered about two and a half meters. To get the book on the top shelf you had to use a ladder. Neil's eyes glanced around trying to find the book he so desperately wants. It's a romance novel, which he seems to be taking more of an interest in. Left, right, up, down. No luck.
Neil sighed and leaned against the shelve, sliding down to sit down almost instantly. He held his head in his hands and just closed his eyes. It wasn't because he was sad but because it was more crowded than he thought it would be. Sliding the notepad out of his bag, he started to sketch what he saw in the main area of the library. Maybe someone could help him find his book.
@avalon