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rainbowfic2012-03-20 11:13 am
five_steps_back) wrote in rainbowfic2012-03-20 11:13 am
Olive Green 5, Shell Pink 14, and Chocolate Brown 3 with PbN, Chalk, Feathers, and Pastels
Name: Nikki
Colors: Olive Green 5. New Orleans Fizz, Shell Pink 14. Hold it to your ear and hear the ocean (Aiden misses New Orleans.), Chocolate Brown 3. Snickers
Styles and Supplies: Paint-by-Numbers (Kat's), Chalk (Wall of Water), Feathers Cloase Watch - Agnes Obel), Pastels (my gen card; N1: hatred)
Rating: G
Word Count: 228
Story: Third Account; the title of this piece is 'Thunderstorms.'
Summary: Aiden misses New Orleans.
Aiden hated thunderstorms in New York with a passion, simply because of how homesick they made him. It was ridiculous, considering that thunderstorms in New York were absolutely nothing like the ones back home. He couldn't watch the clouds roll in, low in the sky, or feel the wind blow away the humidity; there wasn't much of a sky in New York, and everything had a cramped heat to it, no matter where he was or what the weather was like. Even the rain itself felt different, and how different could water be from one place to the next?
Aiden was snapped out of his thoughts when a dishcloth hit him in the side of the head before it fell into his lap.
"Are you going to help us clean the café before customers get here, or stare out at the rain all day?" Ira asked, her voice bitter and irritated and a bit petulant, the way always was when she spoke to him.
He grinned, telling himself it was just to piss her off. "Feeling lonely without m'company, bebe?"
She glared at him, but he saw the flush rise in her neck. It deepened when he smirked. "I should just shoot you," she muttered loud enough for him to hear before she stomped away.
He did hate the thunderstorms in New York. Other things weren't so bad.
Colors: Olive Green 5. New Orleans Fizz, Shell Pink 14. Hold it to your ear and hear the ocean (Aiden misses New Orleans.), Chocolate Brown 3. Snickers
Styles and Supplies: Paint-by-Numbers (Kat's), Chalk (Wall of Water), Feathers Cloase Watch - Agnes Obel), Pastels (my gen card; N1: hatred)
Rating: G
Word Count: 228
Story: Third Account; the title of this piece is 'Thunderstorms.'
Summary: Aiden misses New Orleans.
Aiden hated thunderstorms in New York with a passion, simply because of how homesick they made him. It was ridiculous, considering that thunderstorms in New York were absolutely nothing like the ones back home. He couldn't watch the clouds roll in, low in the sky, or feel the wind blow away the humidity; there wasn't much of a sky in New York, and everything had a cramped heat to it, no matter where he was or what the weather was like. Even the rain itself felt different, and how different could water be from one place to the next?
Aiden was snapped out of his thoughts when a dishcloth hit him in the side of the head before it fell into his lap.
"Are you going to help us clean the café before customers get here, or stare out at the rain all day?" Ira asked, her voice bitter and irritated and a bit petulant, the way always was when she spoke to him.
He grinned, telling himself it was just to piss her off. "Feeling lonely without m'company, bebe?"
She glared at him, but he saw the flush rise in her neck. It deepened when he smirked. "I should just shoot you," she muttered loud enough for him to hear before she stomped away.
He did hate the thunderstorms in New York. Other things weren't so bad.
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Good job.
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