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Mar 27, 2007 10:52:28 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 27, 2007 10:52:28 GMT -5
Ian lay on the sand; his shirt unbuttoned despite the red hair and fair skin that recommended against such things; his eyes were shut and his hands spread to the sides, fingers sifting through the sand idly as he started to doze off. The morning was waning quickly, and as noon approached the sun shone more fiercely over the northern beach of the isle.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 11:00:23 GMT -5
Post by Roxanne Carter on Mar 27, 2007 11:00:23 GMT -5
Roxanne walked along the beach, getting some fresh air as she was extremely hung over from the Kinrick party the night before. She continued down the stretch, seeing the familliar glow of red hair a little ways down. "Didn't expect to find you here.." she said, standing over Ian, blocking the sun.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 11:08:52 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 27, 2007 11:08:52 GMT -5
Ian opened his eyes and sat up, a small shower of sand falling from his hair as he looked at her. "Oh . ..Roxy, hi there. Yeah . . ." He was a little drowsy, searching for some cognizant thing to say and finding none. He smiled a little and put his palms down flat on the sand, looking around for his messenger bag and catching sight of it, he nodded to the bag. "I was going to draw, but it's so warm out . .. very nice . . . I just didn't do anything . . ."
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 11:16:37 GMT -5
Post by Roxanne Carter on Mar 27, 2007 11:16:37 GMT -5
"Oh really? Well, yeah.. it is a pretty nice day.." she said, holding her arms up, feeling the sun's warmth on her skin. "Mind if I sit down? Watch you draw something.." she added, pointing to the patch of sand next to him.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 11:22:20 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 27, 2007 11:22:20 GMT -5
"No-not at all," Ian said, dragging the bag over to himself and selecting a pencil from the irresponsible clutter at the bottom. He set his pad on knees drawn up and looked around, hoping that inspiration would strike him soon. Finally, he settled on two seagull picking at a crab, hopefully dead . . . else it was a morbid sight. He hesitantly sketched out the first few lines, nervous about being watched somehow.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 11:32:02 GMT -5
Post by Roxanne Carter on Mar 27, 2007 11:32:02 GMT -5
Roxy gave him a small smile, and proceided to take a seat next to him. She took off her shoes, squishing her toes in the sand as Ian prepared himself to draw. When he finally began the first few scratches, she leaned over his shoulder slightly to see what he was drawing, but couldn't yet make it out.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 11:35:21 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 27, 2007 11:35:21 GMT -5
Ian stiffened a little and looked at her coolly, sort of backing away from her as best he could. "Do you mind?" he said in irritation, drawing the pad to himself, possessive as always of unfinished work. "I'd rather you not . . ." It was exactly the sort of Aeridorn curiosity his brother possessed after all, and had always grated on him.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 11:39:04 GMT -5
Post by Roxanne Carter on Mar 27, 2007 11:39:04 GMT -5
"Alright alright.. chill" she said, holding her hands up in defence. "Just let me know when you're done then.." she added, leaning back in the sand with her hands behind her head, hoping to get some sort of tan.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 12:03:45 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 27, 2007 12:03:45 GMT -5
"There's no such thing as done," Ian proposed. "It's never good enough." He sighed and continued, noticing the crab had not moved, he safely assumed it was dead. The two gulls were recognizable on the paper now; he'd begun to draw the surrounding vista, focusing on a oddly-shaped scrubby shrub in the foreground, obsessing over the intricacies of each tiny oval leaf.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 12:12:49 GMT -5
Post by Roxanne Carter on Mar 27, 2007 12:12:49 GMT -5
Roxy rolled her eyes, but did so subtly as he was busy with his drawing. "You shouldn't worry too much about what others think, you know? If it's good your eye, then it's good enough for anyone" she told him.
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 12:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 27, 2007 12:18:41 GMT -5
He stopped drawing for a second, letting the pencil roll slightly down the pad before he slammed a hand on it to stop it, and looking at her. "Nothing is ever good enough . . . nothing . . ." It wasn't just art, it was everything in his life. Orychle was better, Ian claimed he wasn't on the surface but secretly feared otherwise. "I'm not good enough. I can try all I'd like and I'll only be the best at falling short."
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 12:59:53 GMT -5
Post by Roxanne Carter on Mar 27, 2007 12:59:53 GMT -5
She sat there, a little startled by his aggressiveness at first, but then gave him a look of sympathy. "Ian.. don't talk like that.." she started, choosing her words carefully. "I really don't understand your obbsession to comparing yourself to others, but you really should stop. It'll get you no where.. besides, no ones the best at everything.."
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 13:05:32 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 27, 2007 13:05:32 GMT -5
"I . . ." he began, then shook his head. "No, but I can try . . . I'll not be happy . . ." He smiled and shook his head. "You're right, nobody is the best at everything . . . but I'd like to be the best at something."
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 22:44:02 GMT -5
Post by Roxanne Carter on Mar 27, 2007 22:44:02 GMT -5
Roxy smiled now and patted him on the shoulder.. "there you go.. you're getting a little better" she said. "Everyone wishes they were the best at something though.. for some people it's just not as obvious.."
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Sleepy
Mar 27, 2007 23:02:59 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 27, 2007 23:02:59 GMT -5
"Hmm," Ian muttered noncommittally; his failure to declare a major was a fair indication of how not obvious talents could be. He looked at the gulls and out over the diamond-sprinkled waves, so vibrantly blue in the noontime sun. "I'm sure there is some area in which none can touch me," he said firmly, narrowing his eyes and glancing out over the horizon, his eyes catching on the cave.
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