away with the art [open]

[jazzet hope lucas]

Jazzet was still new to Paris and was getting used to being independent and not living with her parents, even so, her heart ached to be back in Russia with her familiar surroundings but she was refusing to go back home anytime soon. Her hair was pulled up into a tight messy bun with a few strands of hair falling around her face, she wore a white tank top under a black and red flannel shirt which was unbuttoned exposing her tank top, a pair of blue denim jeans hugged her waist and a simple pair of black boots that reached her calf covered her feet and kept her warm.

Making her way to the academy was interesting, Jazzet was yet to make it there without getting lost. Working her way through the halls Jazzet reached the art studio, opening the door she slipped inside and left it open behind herself. Pulling the simplistic black backpack from her shoulder she placed it on a table and unzipped it, reaching inside she pulled out her art journal and her iPod. Placing her headphones in her ears Jazzet turned her music on to 'Theory of a Dead Man's Not Meant to Be', smiling to herself Jazzet moved about the room as if she belonged there. Grabbing herself a canvas she propped it on an easel before she grabbed a few paints and paint brushes. Setting them out Jazzet reached out a hand and casually flipped open her art journal to the extremely detailed picture of a park she had drawn the day before, relaxing Jazzet sighed softly as she got lost in the music and started to paint.

When Jazzet painted it wasn't clean, even though her strokes were chaotic the finished product always come out looking breathtaking, getting lost in the music Jazzet sang softly to herself as she painted dancing around a little while she painted she ended up with paint on her nose, her right cheek, her arms and her clothes. She loved painting and she wasn't worried about paint being on her clothes, grinning to herself Jazzet closed her eyes and spun around in a small circle as she sung. She wasn't even aware that someone was standing in the doorway, facing her canvas again Jazzet went back to making her chaotic strokes every now and then glancing at her journal to make compare her drawing to her painting.


status: complete, tag: open , words: 401, outfit: here , credit: myst, notes: feel free to jump in.

[leelan]

The college experience is always said to be life changing. However, majoring in art in an academy in France was on a whole different level that not even Jaykob could even begin to describe. He had travel and experienced so much, but nothing was more shocking and life changing than waking up early, going to sleep late and having so many educational and creative things wrapped in your head. However, he wasn’t complaining that much – mostly because the nearby café shop had the best mango smoothies in town.

He had managed to pull himself out of bed that morning and go to the art studio, seeing as his sleep had been deprived due to his wild imagination. Even before that he had made sure to stop at the café shop to get his daily drink- actually make that two. If he was going to paint something, he needed as much energy as needed.

However as he walked to his usual art studio he not only found himself surprised to see someone in it, but also he found himself smiling at the sight in front of him. As he saw the girl in front of him with paint all over herself, dancing and singing along to whatever song she was listening to he couldn’t help but shake his head. Art majors were always so much fun to be around. You never knew what to expect and once you were in the zone nothing seemed to break you out of it- and as if anyone needed any evidence the stranger in front of him was surely it.

Walking into the room Jaykob set down the smoothies and took out his trusty camera from his bag. He raised it up to his eye, focused the lens and snapped away trying to capture a candid shot of it all. A part of him wished the girl hadn’t seen him so he could keep on taking pictures, but he also knew his luck was never good.

Jaykob chuckled to himself; he honestly didn’t care at the moment. “Pure Amazement that you are Miss. Stranger” he said to himself while snapping one more picture of her.


//outfit: Here // Words: 361 // Notes: Hope you dont mind me snatching this! //

[jazzet hope lucas]

Jazzet continued to paint completely oblivious to the fact that someone had walked in and was taking photos of her, as soon as the song she was listening to faded she heard someone speak but their words were muffled from her headphones. Turning her head towards the voice in time to hear the faint ‘click’ of a photo being taken before her music began playing again, smiling a little Jazzet tugged her headphones from her ears before she reached into the breast pocket on her flannel shirt she turned her iPod off before she placed it in her bag.

Turning her attention to the man in the room Jazzet smiled gently at him once again, “Hello” she said softly her voice was gentle and laced lightly with her Russian accent. Her accent wasn’t thick at all even though she was raised in Russia, Jazzet had a feeling she looked as if she had been splashing paint on herself rather then painting on her canvas. “I didn’t know anyone else was here” she said abashedly as a gentle blush spread over her cheeks, Jazzet didn’t know if the man had seen her dancing and singing while she had been painting. Placing her paintbrush down on the desk with her art journal she reached up towards her hair and tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ears smearing some more paint on her left cheek, Jazzet didn’t see a problem getting involved with her art as much as she did.

Continuing to smile gently at him Jazzet soon clasped her hands in front of herself, “I’m Jazzet Lucas” she said after a moment of being quiet. Biting her bottom lip slightly she wondered who the man before her was, he was attractive that was something Jazzet could admit to happily. She wanted to get to know him because he seemed like a nice person, but then again, Jazzet had met people who looked nice and were anything but nice.


status: complete, tag: jaykob , words: 328, outfit: here , credit: myst, notes: I don't mind at all!.

[leelan]

As the girl turned around Jaykob couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of her, she indeed had managed to get a lot of paint on her, but it could also be said that she was cute enough to be her own masterpiece – if you will. The girl was very cute, and the fact that seemed unafraid to get down and creative just made her that much more attractive.

He let out another laugh when he saw the newly painted dash of paint on her cheek; she seemed clumsy enough to hang out with him that was for sure. He grinned as he picked up on her accent; it was subtle but definitely there, definitely Russian. “Hey is okay, I was quite enjoying that demonstration- actually you helped me get into my zone” with his own accent appearing he slowly raised his camera as to show evidence.

He set down the camera down on the table and walked further into the room as silence took over for a few seconds, he was looking at the art around when he heard her introduce herself. His focus being lost he had almost tripped, his first instinct being to grab the nearby shelf which only made all the brushes and papers fall down to the floor. Blushing profoundly he raised his head to look at her. “is nice to meet you Jazzet. I’m Jaykob – but as you can see I can also be called klutzy” he joked trying to play off his horrible luck at flirting.

Deciding that he was better of sitting he sat down in the nearby stool and rubbed the back of his neck (an act that always proved to declare his nervousness) spotting a paint brush with some orange paint at the tip he slowly raised it up to his top lip and painting a semi-discombobulated mustache. “ I mustache you a question” He joked. “What brings you here to the art studio on a day so beautiful like today – although, I must say you make this room quite pretty with your presence” trust Jaykob to be the one to say a corny joke as a failed attempt to flirt with a girl.



//outfit: Here // Words: 372 // Notes: haha I had to make the mustache joke! //

[jazzet hope lucas]

Blushing deeply Jazzet was mentally kicking herself for being silly enough to dance and sing in a room that others used as well, hearing his accent she smiled a little as she cast her eyes down to the floor before she looked at him once again in time too see him raise his camera slightly. Giving a small laugh Jazzet crinkled her nose a little as she grinned, seeing him trip she gasped softly and took a step forward in-case he needed a hand up. Seeing him blush made her smile only lightly, she didn’t think it was funny that he had fallen over at all. But then again, it was only Jazzet’s way too feel bad for him falling over.

Biting her bottom lip Jazzet dipped her head a little in a small nod, "Its lovely too meet you as well Jaykob" she said softly. Jazzet had been taught to always use her manners around others. Smiling she watched him take a seat on a nearby stool. Watching as he picked up a paintbrush with orange paint on it and paint a mustache on himself she giggled a little at his antics, Jazzet was quickly starting to like Jaykob even though they had just met each other he seemed like someone she would be happy too spend time with.

Shrugging her shoulders a little Jazzet raised her eye brows a little as she tried to search for the right words, "I, just felt like painting today. And I was a little bored of my apartment" she said before she frowned at Jaykob a little as she smiled at the same time, "Oh, I wouldn't say I make the room pretty" Jazzet said with a small shake of her head. She didn't see herself as overly pretty or anything, even though people had told her she should do modeling it just hadn't been something she was interested in. "How about you, Jaykob? What brings you inside on a day like this?" she questioned with a small grin, she liked turning some questions back on others.

status: complete, tag: jaykob , words: 345, outfit: here , credit: myst, notes: hahaha the joke was cute!

[leelan]

He liked her. He liked that she was able to be free and not care about dancing and singing in such a public place. Most girls he met where always self conscious and always caring about looking good, but the girl in front of him seem to not care- and that made her look amazing in his eyes. He saw the worry in her eyes when he almost trip, although most people would laugh she hadn’t- she seemed to generally care; in his book that was just another refreshing aspect of the girl.


He grinned as his little mustache joke made her giggle. Jaykob tried to always make those around him laugh. It was the best medicine after all. He nodded in agreements to her words, being in an apartment could be like prison- especially when you had ideas flowing.


Walking over to the table that he placed the smoothies on, he picked them up and offered one to her. “on the contraire, I believe you make this room twenty-times more prettier.” he slightly flirted more so stated fact. He appreciated women, and he knew that everyone deserved to be told they were beautiful. In Jazzet’s cases he was more than happy to state the obvious.


He picked up another paint brush and dipped it into multiple paints and then started to paint on a blank piece of paper. “I had a dream that I would meet a girl with a great sense of rhythm and gorgeous voice. So I decided to come here and hope it be true” he joked lightly. Although he must admit her voice was quite amazing.


“In all truth, I feel like sometimes being at home limits me to so many possibilities. For example, if I was at home I could of drawn this amazing mustache but have no one see its total awesomeness” he said before taking a sip from his drink. “You know, there is nothing like a mango smoothie to lighten an artist’s morning” He winked at her.




//outfit: Here // Words: 344 // Notes: Sorry is a suckish, is been a long week! & sorry for the delay! //

[jazzet hope lucas]

Smiling gently Jazzet watched as Jaykob moved around the room, watching as he picked up the drinks he had brought with him she raised her eyebrows slightly when he offered her once. Taking it from him Jazzet sipped a little of the drink before she carefully placed it down on the table, listening to him she laughed softly once again as Jaykob spoke. "Oh dear, I must be disappointing to you then. I have no sense of rhythm and I'm afraid my singing isn't too good" Jazzet said smiling as she watched Jaykob painting on a piece of paper. Grabbing a near by stool she perched herself on it comfortably so she wasn't standing, reaching out to her art journal she flipped it shut and shifted it a little closer to her bag.

She had nothing against people looking at her journal she just liked having it close to her, picking up the mango smoothie she sipped it thoughtfully as she admired Jaykob her eyes taking in every detail on him so she could draw him later. Licking her lips when she placed the drink down again Jazzet looked once again at Jaykob as if he had become the most interesting thing in the room, propping her elbow on the desk before her she rested her chin on the palm of her hand.

Grinning as Jaykob spoke Jazzet laughed again, "That is very true, and everyone would be deprived of the wonderful mustache". Shrugging her shoulders a little Jazzet smiled a little guilty "I'm afraid I wouldn't know. This is the first mango smoothie I have ever had" Jazzet said with another shrug of her shoulders, sipping some more of the smoothie she grinned at Jaykob "Though it is rather yummy" she giggled. Playing with some of her hair Jazzet was quiet for a moment before she spoke once again, "Hm, will you tell me a little about yourself Jaykob?" Jazzet asked tipping her head to the side a little as she watched him.

status: complete, tag: jaykob , words: 334, outfit: here , credit: myst, notes: that's alright! and sorry about my late reply!!

[leelan]

Jaykob’s eyes widen as he heard the newly spoken fact. “YOU”VE NEVER HAD MANGO SMOOTHIE” he turned around to look at her. He lowered his heard bashly “sorry, didn’t meant to yell” he apologized. He grinned as he heard how yummy she thought it was and sent a smile her way “Well I am glad that I was able to give you this amazing experience”

Placing the brush down, he turned around in his chair to face her. He watched her face carefully, the way her nose scrunched up when she giggled and the motion of her hand as she twirled her hair. Thank the high power for his decision to have gone to the art studio, or else he would have missed meeting a rather beautiful girl. Blushing at his thoughts, Jaykob lowered his head rubbing the back of his neck.

Looking her way as she asked the question he thought about it. There wasn’t much to say about him, not much people wanted to know. And he liked that way, the less people knew about him the less sorry they would feel. He usually was the one to ask for that question, being on the other side was both refreshing and nerve racking in his eyes. “Well!” he began jokingly. “As you can tell, I'm Australian- born and raised in the outback if you will” he winked at her, before taking a sip of his drink. “I grew up traveling and doing adventurous things, name it and I’ve most likely done it.” he thought about what he said for a second. “Oh my- that probably made me sound like a douche. Trust me when I say I'm not a stuck up rich person- far from the contraire” .

A lot of people always judged him for coming from a family that could travel the world for pleasure; they always judged that he was able to afford a lot of stuff. However, what they didn’t understand was that he never cared about it all. As long as he had food and a camera in his hand he was a happy camper. “What about you beautiful? Tell me something about yourself?”





//outfit: Here // Words: 344 // Notes: Its okay, now is my turn to apologize for the lateness, my grades were slipping O.o //