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Post by Rose Rebellion on Dec 15, 2003 16:56:03 GMT -5
(con. from no where because of the jump ahead)
(Time: Late Fall, early morning, at the time the Cafe opens)
Wysteria shuffled in, coat and scarf on, one hoof in pocket, and a gloved hoof holding onto a tot bag. The purple mare was delighted to be in a warm place once again. She rubbed her hooves together to get them warmer faster. I hope Moony and Trinket won't mind me leaving so early like this. Wysteria then went to a booth and sat at the table. Her right hoof pulled a sketch book from the bag and she flipped it open, staring at her current pre-planned project whilst waiting to be served.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Dec 16, 2003 19:49:18 GMT -5
As a random waitress passed by her, Wysteria tapped her forearm. "Um...," she began to beat red. Stop that! You need to learn to be social! "Could you bring a coffee please? Nutmeg flavored, with cream and sugar.," she pushed out, her facing burning redder afterwords.
Once the waitress was in the back rooms, Wysteria looked back down at her sketchbook. Several doodles and random poses were strewn about on the paper, all of which contained the exact same pony, Moon Crystal. The first time Wysteria met Moony she just knew that she'd wanted to draw her. She still remembered that day too. The purple mare frowned, staring hard at the images. Something is missing... always something when I draw her... That was why she had taken this work out of her home, to avoid showing Moony. She felt very nervous about the topic, and she wanted to be alone to kink it out. She fumbled around in her tot, pulling out a wad of several colored pencils and pens. She fiddled through the cluttered mess, pulling an orange one out. With a swift fluid motion Wysteria scribbled the color around one of the doodle, giving it an orange outline. That helped some....but still....
The waitress returned with her order, and Wysteria thanked her softly and shyly. She set the sketch down and began to work with the packets of cream.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Dec 19, 2003 18:43:15 GMT -5
(ooc: Darn everyone and making their jump posts in the afternoon)
Wysteria had made it through her second cup, and her sketchings were still in the same condition as was before her first. There was just something more to Moony that Wyateria knew was there, but she just wished she could capture....just something.....
"Wings!," she said looking back onto the first day she met her. If she had remembered correctly, Moony wanted to fly. She fumbled around again, snatching a pencil. She began to scribble lines, jagged at first, and making several layers. Wysteria than went back over them darker, making the wings shape out. Moony was now an unipeg/alicorn (however you wanna say it) on her page. And the artist was satisfied.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Dec 22, 2003 21:34:26 GMT -5
Wysteria beamed at the sketching. The next time she had the apartment room to herself, she'd stretch a canvas and sketch it out on it. She couldn't let Moony see, she was determine to hide it. So on the spot she decided it to be an achrilic painting for it's fast drying tendencies. She closed the sketchbook, and shoved it along with her supplies back inside the tote bag. Than she placed a couple waded bills on the table for the bill and the tips. The artist stood and was about to make her leave, when she saw Sweetberry come in. "Now there's a face I haven't seen in a while." Since it was only one pony she was going to talk to, she felt calm and at ease and easily approached her.
(con. at Sweetberry's post)
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