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Post by paikea on Jul 9, 2010 9:28:26 GMT -5
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Post by rocky3 on Jul 11, 2010 22:00:11 GMT -5
The pencil races rapidly across the page, Flustered with a array of muse and inspiration. The man sits on some random steps on a street that is not his own. Passing by a theater that has obviously been abandoned for some time now. The windows faded with dust and it has gone without any upkeep. Cracked steps with leaves and dirt upon the entrance. Still the sight of the once welcoming attraction has now became a reminder that memories may still linger here for older folks whom spent there teenage youths dating in the theater. Ray starts to sketch this subject as a reminder to those few who would have missed this rusted building. Although as Ray nears the middle of his sketch he hears this acoustic guitar playing from inside. Ray immediately moves his pencil to the rhythm of the music playing. As it gets more and more original something odd happened within Ray's artwork.
The music being played with her hart and soul have not gone unnoticed. Ray's eyes began to turn a flash of white and as the sounds of her guitar ceased Ray looked down on his picture to see a portrait of the young Sophie packing up her guitar while police officers armed with flash lights and dogs enter the old abandoned theater. Ray shakes his head in disbelief that he drew this picture for he did not realize what he was drawing at the time. Only connected by the music was he able to form the artwork. Ray sees in the sketch were the young girl is about to flee to. Her face and eye direction is to the exit and Ray cut across backyards while he tried to catch the young woman whom had already made some distance.
Winding in and out of different streets this girl was obviously running from something or someone. Ray did his best to follow her from the distance he was at but no such luck. Ray soon was left behind as Sophie had made her get away. The police most likely were far behind and wouldn't have known the person anyway. Unless this girl was on the run or something. But from the picture she looked sweet and like a good child. Ray wanted to know more about her as he enjoyed her music. He was wondering if she played professionally. Ray grew tired of looking for her. He wandered into the more expensive hotels soon after Sophie. However this was not on purpose. Ray was actually staying at one of these high end hotels. He tried to take out his keys hidden deep within his pockets while still trying to hold on to his art supplies.
Struggling with the whole ordeal he was not looking were he was going and actually bumped into the person he was looking for. She dropped her guitar while bumping into Ray. Ray also had dropped his art supplies but gripped his keys tightly. The page Ray had just drawn flipped open revealing the portrait of the young girl playing her guitar. Ray picked up the females guitar instead of his art book. "Its ok, I was trying to get my keys and I didn't see you there." Ray replied. "I'm fine how about you? Your guitar case seems to have gotten a few injuries though, sorry." Ray told the girl handing her the guitar with a smile.
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Post by paikea on Jul 12, 2010 15:34:48 GMT -5
[/i] be dangerous, but at the same time, he didn't look threating at all. Sophie was very confused as all of her thoughts jumbled up into one very thick soup of thoughtfullness. She held her forehead for a breif second, and stood up to hand the man his artwork. "I'm sorry for looking," Sophie said, "but your artwork is pretty magnificent." She held one hand behind her back, which was at the ready, already creating a tiny spark of electricity. "I do have to ask one thing, how do you know what I look like, even though this is the first time we've met?" If this man was to mean any harm, one quick bolt to the neck would knock him out for days. Sophie may get in trouble, but that was a risk she was willing to take. [/ul][/sup] |
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Post by rocky3 on Jul 12, 2010 19:47:42 GMT -5
The stranger told Ray that she was fine so not to worry, Ray smiled happy that she was all right. Calling her prized musical tool a name Ray had never heard of before. "Annibal? That's interesting any reason why you named your guitar that?" Ray immediately asked the question as it came to him. In his mind there was some reason why she had called the instrument that. He had often heard of people naming there instruments after loved ones or stories that they had heard of. Ray didn't understand why people would name things like that and the same with cars. But he liked the idea of it any way. He of course named his pictures that he painted without realizing the similarities in naming your art work and naming your musical instruments.
After Sophie grabbed her belonging she started to help Ray with his stuff. Scattered on the street were pages and pages of different people in different areas, doing different things. Seemingly random but Ray's art is never random. He was the Aurthur of this comic book called the 9th wonders. A comic that depicts people with abilities doing various heroic deeds and such. But little did the public know that these were actual people whom possessed these powers and how did Ray know about them? He is able to draw the future and has drew these people preforming there tasks weeks months even years before they actually do them. But in some special circumstances like this one Ray can draw a picture seconds into the future if he is inspired by them. Ray had drew the female because he had been inspired by her music.
Ray retrieved the artwork from Sophie. "Thanks allot." He told her while eying his pages to see if they were damaged or full of dirt. They all seemed to be fine thankfully. Sophie apologized for looking at them but then she told Ray that they were magnificent. Ray smiled brightly. "Thanks, Well its sort of my job. I'm a comic book artist as you call it in America. In my country we call it manga." Ray informed Sophie. She then asked something that Ray knew was coming. She spotted the picture of her. No doubt while she was helping collect them off the street. Ray couldn't answer this question truthfully without sounding like a crazy person. But he figured what the heck, She must have an ability also or be involved with someone who possessed a power. Ray tends to only draw those that are effected by people with abilities. "I know this might come as a shock to you, but please don't freak out. I can paint the future." Ray decided to tell her the truth. But not the whole truth, that would really freak her out.
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Post by paikea on Jul 15, 2010 20:51:56 GMT -5
[/i] Sophie stood there, in shock. Had she heard him right? He can paint the future?! Had she seriously found another person with an ability? Sophie's face light up with delight. Her posture suddenly straightened up. "Seriously?" She asked. "I never thought I'd run into somebody with an ability like... literally!" Sophie spun around in amaze. "It's just like comic books! But this time, stuff that never ever happens, well, happens!"[/ul][/sup] |
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Post by rocky3 on Jul 16, 2010 0:35:03 GMT -5
It seemed that the female standing before Ray had a power after all. After saying that the job of a comic book artist was neat she sent a spark of electricity from her finger tips. It was most likely done by accident because she had no reason to do it willingly. Ray smirked a little bit but didn't mention what he had seen until after he told her about himself. He wouldn't have wanted her to feel like the odd one here. Of course Ray's ability freaked out everyone he met with or without an ability. Not the power to paint the future, but the true ability that Ray possessed. He is able to see and communicate with the dead spirits, The spirits are able to posses his body and walk among the living. If that said spirit happens to have an ability then Ray obtains there powers and skills. He wouldn't tell the girl about his true ability yet because it often sent people running away from him. Something about this girl caused Ray to want her to stay.
It was all ways awkward telling someone that you have a special ability. Unique to yourself that nobody else had. It was sort of strange like telling a secrete about yourself on the first encounter with a new friend. But Ray had all ways believed to get everything out in the open. He will eventually inform the girl of his shamanism. The girl had a power herself so she knew how it felt. Wondering how the other would take the sudden news that the person standing before you is special and extraordinary. That they are not just your average everyday human from down the street. Ray gave her a warm smile. "I saw that little spark. I'm sorry to pry into your life but I have to ask. Are you able to generate electricity?" Ray asked her as nice as possible. "It's ok if you can. I promise I wont tell a soul." Well living anyway. But he wanted her to open up about herself and Ray wanted to get to know her. She seemed very interesting and the music she was playing before was inspiring.
"Oh yeah I forgot the reason why I was looking for you." Ray mentioned before eying her guitar. "That was you playing in the theater right?" He asked her. It obviously was because Ray had drawn her there and she was playing the guitar but Ray just likes to state the obvious sometimes. "I was wondering If you played professional? And If I could buy a CD or something. That song was great and I would love to hear more. You have talent." Ray complimented her musical talent after he had asked her for a Cd of some sort. She was very good at playing the guitar it must have been with her for a while. Ray smacked himself in the face suddenly. "I'm sorry I'm so rude I have yet to introduce myself and here I am asking you all these questions." Ray apologized to the female feeling like an idiot for not even telling her his name.
"My name is Ray Nekawa, nice to meet you." He told her holding out his hand for her to shake. Something that he should have did when they first met. Ray was all ways doing things like that talking to strangers and forgetting to introduce himself was on the top of his list for things he normally does. Ray then realized something. "I have actually painted you before. I just realized it now while thinking about it. But I don't have the painting with me it's up in my hotel room." Ray told her and then reveled his keys he was still holding. "That's were I was heading now before I bumped into you." He informed Sophie. "Hey if your not to busy want to come up and see it? I will give it to you as a gift. Who knows it might look nice in a living room or something. What do you say?" Ray invited her to come up to his hotel room. It did seem odd for someone to invite a stranger to there room but Ray wasn't thinking about that he just wanted Sophie to have the painting as it was of her anyway it seemed only reasonable that she should own it.
Sophie seemed excited about meeting a pre-cog and she told him that it was like the comics were amazing things happen and so on. Ray had to laugh a little at her enthusiasm. She probably didn't meet to much people with abilities. Ray smiled at her. " Its great I'm happy that I didn't freak you out. The comic I draw actually is about real people. There lives are like living comic books all day." Ray added on to her comparison. His life was like a comic also maybe Sophie will become apart of the story now that they had met. "I'm glad your into people having powers like this, some people I had met are not so keen on the idea. But I think that with are powers we are able to act like heroes from the comic books, that we can do good in this world and I really believe that we can save the world from what ever comes are way." Ray might have sounded cheesy but it was how he truly felt.
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