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[isaac clarke]

( in my fantasy I'm a pantomime

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With school only having just started, Isaac Clarke was having a very hard time reconnecting with his work. Lets face it, Iaaac didn't do school. Well he obviously did but not very well and not really by choice. He never did his homework or papers, but still managed to ace all his tests and finals which baffled most professors. He was lazy, unmotivated and uncaring about school. The only reason why he was there to begin with was so he could get more on an education on something that he actually cared about, and that was his art. He always heard that college was the best way to meet some of the most talented artists, study the most abstract styles and techniques and have access to things that would cost him a small fortune. None the less, a few days deep within the old routine of classes Isaac was already dying for summer to come back. He had no worries, no regrets and nothing that had to be done by next week. That was the only thing that Isaac hated about studying art - the timelines. There was always a due date or a time when something had to be finished and completely. You can't put a due date on art, it completely kills the creative flow. A piece of art is ready when it's ready, and thats that.

Isaac couldn't tell you how many times he has submitted an unfinished work of art for a grade. He always said it was done, just for the sake of the professor, but once he got it back or before it was hung up somewhere around campus or at an art show he always finished it to his standards. He sighed, sitting in the middle of the quad at Balston as the sun was high in the sky, the fall time weather still not completely settled in, but he was sure in a couple more weeks he wouldn't be able to sit out in the quad and a t-shirt and shorts. He was located off to the corner, but he had a fantastic view of the school and an even better view of the student body. It was the perfect set up and with is lack of muse for art work lately he had to come up with something to draw. Something that gave him some kind of motivation. But still he stared at a blank canvas, large framed glasses staring at nothing. He normally can come up with anything if he really had to, even draw video game characters of something. But he was stumped.

One would think that with the two most important people in his life having major issues right now he would have some kind of muse. One would think that with his new tattoo - which, is obvious on his arm, it takes up a large part - that he would have more muse to at lest draw another tattoo. But no. He wasn't that lucky. He assumed it was all stress, this year his main art class was an independent study, which he was suppose to have an art show at the end of the term with all the art he has done. It was a lot of pressure, he's never actually done one before on his own. And, if advertised right, a lot of important people could see what he can do. Maybe land an internship, or something. It was funny how Isaac was more concerned about his art then the mess his social life was in. I guess it just shows how his priorities go.

Looking down at his cellphone Isaac realized he probably could have called one of the two girls and just drew one of them. It was always a good fall back, but it wasn't really something he wanted to do. Thinking back to the past few days, he reacquainted himself with the stress of school and social interactions. This kind of thing is why he doesn't get involved, he doesn't need this shit. Regardless, he remembered the mysterious .. girl he met in the Luxford - Balston Chat room. The Acrobat. He really wanted to meet her, but he only remembered her first name an a faint image. On the thought of acrobat Isaac came across and idea - something circus themed. Or carnival or something - but in his style. He took out his pencil, making a quick rough sketch in the top corner of the paper.

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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?

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The school year had started out strongly with huge assignments, homework and a ton of new students running around on campus while trying to find their way around the place. Emi enjoyed watching them doing exactly what she had done last year – fighting to find a place to be; both socially and literally. And you really could say that the first two months of college is a struggle. It's a new place and new faces and a whole new level in the classes. Emi had had a hard time back when she started school. Both when she started high school in Denmark and college hear. After all, she had been raised in circus and ”home schooled” with the other kids to start with. And it was a safe atmosphere for her because it was a place she had always known. Coming to other places like the ones mentioned before had been a huge upheaval for her and it had taken months for the girl to find her place socially. Mostly because of her odd appearance, people had been a bit shut off and reluctant about her. She had been the ''freak of the year'' so to speak. She didn't quite know how, but that had changed over the summer. Some people still took their distance and didn't talk to her of course, but she had met so many others during the summer and none of them had taken a dislike towards her. No, in fact, she had met people, who even stood up for her when someone threw comments at her. And she had met the boy she was madly in love with, and she had gotten a big sister all of a sudden. So suddenly, it did not matter that she wasn't popular in school, because she had lovely people to be with in her spare time. She's just focus on school during the hours of day and focus on friends and 'family' during the hours of night and afternoon. It couldn't get any better in her opinion.

Now, the red headed girl was moving around in the school quad between all of the other students that felt like enjoying possibly the last good weather of the year. They were getting closer and closer to winter after all; but today the weather was so good that you'd even see people wearing nothing more than shorts and t-shirt. Emi however, had not followed that trend of the day. Even though she was jacketless, she was wearing just a little bit more than all the rest. She couldn't allow herself to become sick with all the shows she was booked to do at the moment. She was getting more and more popular with her acrobatics now. She was hired to public and private events where she'd do some acrobatics for her audience. Hell, she had even performed to a child's birthday with just regular acrobatics. Maybe, she was actually getting a chance to fulfill her big dream of becoming a pro and maybe even performing with the cirque du soleil. If her 'popularity' increased further, maybe she would be noticed by someone. She really wished that such a thing would happen for her. But as much as it was a dream of hers she also hoped that it could wait till' she was done with school. She was a headstrong girl, who always tried to finish what she started, so obviously, she'd want to finish college too – and with good grades!

The big, brown bambi-eyes fell on a guy sitting in a corner with papers and pencil and he was drawing something. It made Emi curious, like she always was about other peoples' drawings. A part of the reason was her 'big sister's' fascination with drawing and how good she was with a pen and paper. Emi could only dream to do so herself. But of course, she would just be happy that other people had the gift of drawing and she'd sure as hell enjoy it as well as them. So she stood up behind him and watched the drawing he was working on for just a few seconds, before she recognized the theme and she could not help but smile. She coughed a little to make him notice her presence. ”If you want it to look like the real thing, you should make the stripes there wider” she noted and pointed with a finger to the area she was referring to. Then she smiled sweetly at him, apologetic to some point. ”Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt or anything” she said with a small laughter and shrugged with her feminine shoulders, before quickly running her eyes up and down his face and body to try to figure out, what kind of guy he was. ”I'm Emi” she introduced herself with her soft voice and tilted her head to the side, as she reached out her hand for him to shake.

The guy had her all curious due to his appearance and his drawing. He did not look like all the other guys at Balston. Sure, there was a few alternative guys here and there at school, but no one quite like this one. He looked older than a usual college-student around here. But she doubted that he was older. Maybe that was just the way he looked. It wasn't all clear to her. Besides that, he looked at the drawing with so much thought in his eyes and so much focus. It was clear to see that it was not just a little thing he did. She figured that art was very important to him. But he was also sitting in a position that seemed... Lazy? Yes, that is probably the best word to describe it. He surely wasn't what she'd call athlete material, even though he could be stronger than he looked. He didn't seem like one of the geeks or striver. So she figured that he was one of the art-students at the school. That was reason enough for her to want to talk to him and get to know more of him, more than she wanted to know everybody. Basically, she was the friendliest of people and she loved getting to know new people. But some were hard to approach just like that. Here she found a pretty good way.. At least, she thought so herself.

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[isaac clarke]

( being for the benefit of mr kite

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The rough pencil outlines that Isaac sketched on his large canvas were forming something that looked like the circus, but for Isaac he had to actually pretend he was there. He has been to a lot of circus's and carnivals in his day, specifically considering he was from Outlier and the summer circus was there every summer. His parents always brought him there because he had such an active imagination as a kid, they thought it would fuel the fire. Which did, but Isaac hasn't actually been to a circus in a while. Being as old as he is now, he has seem everything from the circus torn, stretched, turned, and ripped apart into something that would be the fear of some children and a lot more adults then it should. Isaac couldn't understand why something meant for children could be turned into something so dark and fearful, but then again he didn't really understand a lot of things. He guessed it was something he would have to work on if he was going to he writing all these papers on philosophy.

Still, as he drew what looked like a circus tent forming Isaac was imagining the circus in his head. He was envisioning it into his head and transposing it onto paper in his style of art. It wasn't going to be perfect nor was it going to be something that was an exact replica or the real thing but then it wouldn't be original. Isaac had high hopes for this piece of art that he was working on, thinking that it might turn into something he can put in his art show - he's never done a circus themed piece of art before and to be honest he was a little disappointed in himself. He expected more of himself in that aspect, as he started to sketch out the bigger picture on his canvas. He started to see it flow in his head just as easy as the pencil dragged across the paper. Art was always a vision for Isaac, he has to be able to visually see what he wants to put on a canvas in his head before he can start sketching. Sometimes free-drawing works for him but not always.

Sighing, he brought his pencil down for a minute to take a look at what he had thus far. Nothing major, mainly just the tent and a few other miscellaneous things that were circus related up in the corner of the canvas. He was deep in thought about the artwork, nothing else distracting him - like Chess & Dazy, for instance - because he really didn't care about anything else. It was apparent in the way he was sitting, but anyone with a good pair of eyes on them could see the intense way he was thinking and looking at the canvas. It wasn't long until someone with eyes that good approached behind him, Isaac unaware at the time because he was too focused on what he was doing. Given any other moment he would have noticed right away, but it wasn't until the person cleared their throat and spoke that Isaac even knew she was there. Her voice was like nail on a chalkboard, Isaac giving an extremely annoyed look without even turning around to acknowledge the person behind him. He saw the finger point to the tent, and he snorted. "For one, I don't like strangers sneaking up behind me. Two, I hate strangers who tell me how to draw," he hissed, his back still to her. He caught her apology, but said nothing in return. "Notice my back to you, not acknowledging you exist? that means you can leave," he said rudely, her name echoing in his head.

Curiously, Isaac spun around in his chair, pencil still in hand as he took in the appearance of the girl standing in front of him. He blinked a bit, bright brown eyes surveying her through his large black glasses before a grin coming across his face. If this was the Emi he met in the chat room he was beyond thrilled, and should offer an apology for being so rude. But, to be honest, he just didn't give a flying fuck. Still slouched in his chair he noted that she was a lot different then all the other girls at the school. It would be considered an eyesore for some, but to Isaac it was a breath of Fresh air. He always loved how Chess and Dazy were different from everyone else, and he liked Emi as well for that same reason. It was at lest an excuse to talk to her a bit more. She was full of self expression, which Isaac loved." Emi ... Emi as in the Emi who does crazy acrobatic shit?" he asked, his eyebrow arched curiously as he waited for a response. "I'm Isaac - Isaac Clarke," he offered, but no hand to shake, nothing but a simple smile. He just wanted to know if this was the girl the piece of art he was working on was inspired by.

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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?

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As he added more lines and shadows to the drawing she got more and more fascinated with how easily one could change a drawing with only few lines with a pencil. It changed from one kind of art to another and this was clearly one of his very own kind; and that wasn't a bad thing. In fact, the ability of thinking yourself was reason enough for the sweet girl to admire him a little. Somewhere inside, she was really hoping and wishing to see more of his art soon. If everything he did was just half as beautiful and unique as this one, she'd have a great time looking at every single piece. She was just the kind of person, who could sit down on the floor and watch a drawing or painting for hours while creating all sorts of interpretations and analyzing every single element in the picture. It was a part of her talent and intelligence that she was able to interpret things – both in literary, imagery, psychologically and philosophically. Therefore she surely did well in the classes of those subjects. She loved spending time in those classes and her teachers loved having her there... Well, at least to the point where her enthusiasm took over and none of the other students could get a word in. But hell, she thought she had all the best comments anyway, so it was probably okay. She did get A's all the way through those classes. Science though – that went all wrong for her. And that's why she had gotten a tutor to teach her all that impossible science. Really, Emi was left clueless in a class with physics. They didn't fill out much of her schedule luckily!

She arched an eyebrow at his hostile way of reacting with her comments and greeting and even the asshole-ish comment of him turning his back because he wanted her to leave. But she wasn't all that easy to get rid of, and even though she really wanted to shoot some cocky comment right back in his face, she kept herself back and took a silent breath instead. She still looked at him with curiosity and the usual warmth in her special eyes, while she stood in front of him with a relaxed posture, and carefully watched. ”Well, the fact that you are talking to me tells that you are acknowledging that I exist” she replied in a soft neutral tone of voice. She did nothing to bother him too much, so the words she spoke didn't sound as bad as if she had chosen any other tone of voice. ”You draw really well” she told him with a gentle smile and her head to the side. When he recognized her for her acrobatics and he seemed to smile wider and show a hell of a lot more of the reaction she liked to see in the people she met for the first time. He knew her name too and all. And just then, she remembered the boy, she had met in the Balston-Luxford chat room. They hadn't been writing more than a few messages to each other that day, but he had seemed nice. Nicer than this asshole at least. It was kind of an surprise for Emi to meet a guy, she had believed to be one of the friendly, approachable ones, and then see him as a huge ass like this. Well, like he was before, that is. Because now, he seemed more like what she had imagined. ”Yes, I am that Emi in person” she said with laughter and lit up a little because of that and because of his more open way of greeting her, now that he knew, who she was. She nodded to him and placed herself next to him. ”It's nice to meet you Isaac. That wasn't quite the friendly greeting I had imagined” she said totally blunt, because Emi was always honest about everything. She was known to speak up her mind and let everyone know. But as before, her tone was neutral and soft. Her eyes even had a little teasing glimpse in them, as she looked into his eyes.

Yet again, she watched the paper he was doing his magic on and she smiled a little wider and with a clearly curious expression in her eyes. ”I really love that picture. It brings back a lot of good memories” she said, while watching the picture he had drawn for a moment before looking at him again and with a little child's curiousity, she moved closer. ”What year are you in? And you study arts, right?” she started asking. Simple, easy questions for now. Later on, she'd probably move onto harder and more personal questions. Even though the girl did act like a child a lot of the time, she still had some sort of sense for how to act around people during the first meeting with them. And interrogating them is not the way to make friends. That much she did know, even though she had grown up in a society, where everybody knows one another and there isn't many secrets. So far, Emi was doing well in the 'real life' despite that she had been raised otherwise.

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[isaac clarke]

( i keep getting attacked by the girl in the black hat

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Isaac's personality normally turned people off right away. He was just that kind of person who was rude and a douche to everyone he met or knew. He couldn't really give you a good explanation as to why, he just finds the majority of the world annoying. So he is just hostile by nature, even though he truthfully should just love everyone like his hippie parents. He's gotten into many fights over comments like he just made to Emi, but to the wrong people he guessed. He lost some, he won some, he was never particularly a great fighter but he was no slouch either. Still, he was curious to see that she didn't give him a snippy response, rather a ... smarter one. He appreciated it, not really giving her the benefit of the doubt on anything up until that moment. But it also showed a personality that either liked to avoid conflict or was just too nice. Isaac wasn't really sure which one she was yet, but he was sure he was going to figure it out.

"I suppose I can't argue that," he offered, slightly defeated at her response. "Thank you, this is the first thing I've been able to draw in past couple weeks," he said sincerely, not really knowing if she cared or not, but it was a compliment and he'll always take them on his art. He glanced back to the picture, then back to Emi when she confirmed it was her. His smile only broadened at the thought, knowing exactly what he was going to do next art wise - only he wasn't going to just yet. He wanted to chat her up a bit more - maybe pick her brain for some more muse. She was the carney, after all. "Yeah, I can be a dick," he openly said like it was no big deal, shrugging it off like it was normal. He was completely honest with himself and everyone else, there is no reason so sugar coat it or try to hide it. But he didn't offer an apology, only a rebuttal. "But you are way to nice," he said with a point of his pencil and a devilish grin replacing his smile as he stood up and grabbed his sketchpad and chair. "C'mon, we're moving to that bench," he told her, pointing to the one not far from where they were.

"I can imagine - I'd love to hear some of the stories you have to share," he inquired curiously. It would really help him concentrate, and it would be a really good way to keep her distracted and sitting in once place. As he walked with his things in hand he looked to her again. "I'm a junior this year, studying philosophy actually. And art - I'm a double major," he told her, a little annoyed with the questions but not minding answering. It wasn't like it was anything serious, just simple basic information. As they reached their destination Isaac stopped and stood by the bench he gestured to before. "I would love to hear what you study. It's got to be something interesting," he said with a small grin, curious what kind of major someone like her would take. He had a feeling that she didn't just major in anything, it have to be something as thrilling as doing amazing acrobatic tricks in the air.

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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?

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Emi wasn't the girl to be scared off immediately just because of a little resistance and this situation was not anywhere near as horrible as others. She had once experienced that she had taken contact to a boy who had -instead of asking her to leave – talked shit to her just because she wanted to talk. She had gone home and tugged herself into a cover, a pair of thick socks and a big shirt and she had watched TV in the attempt of forgetting the things he had said. She never seemed to show it openly when she was hurt, but it hit her hard whenever someone talked badly about her. Not so much when it was the appearance people talked about, but if they said something about her personality or her past, she would feel it like a stab in the heart... With a spoon. She never talked to anyone else with the same type of words or tone because that would make her just as bad as them. She wanted to be above that. She wanted to be capable of turning the other cheek and ignoring the worst of comments and reply tactfully – or simply just walk away. That was the way she dealt with conflict most of the time. But as mentioned, this meeting with Isaac wasn't all that bad. He seemed to be a bit more curious about her just because she didn't leave right away with a snippy fast comment, but that she instead replied with a smarter response. Isaac seemed to change from one personality to another once he was 'defeated' and he got to know that she was the person he had met in a chat room. She too was terribly curious and she wanted to know more about him, but she held herself back slightly until later. After all, you have got to start somewhere and move forward slowly instead of asking hundreds of incoherent questions, one after another.

She smiled, when he admitted to the defeat and looked back at his drawing. It came as a bit of a surprise that someone with that talent could not draw all of the time. She really thought that someone with great artistic skills and thinking could draw forever... Well, maybe not forever, but most of the time. ”Really?” she said in the taken aback tone to match with the state of her mind in the moment. ”nonetheless, it's really great! I'd like to see it in color” she said truly interested and curious in her tone of voice, as she was watching him with her big, brown bambi-eyes. She laughed a little because of his openness about his way of acting. So he knew just how he was acting and how it affected people's look at him, but still he acted the same way. It was an interesting case indeed! ”I don't really know you yet, so I can't tell, but thank you for the warning” she answered with a glimpse in one of her eyes. ”I generally like to make people like me, instead of asking them to leave. But hey, if that works for you” she teased him gently and jumped to her feet, when he pointed at a bench and told that they were going there to sit. Wow, he really seemed to want to talk to her! She had figured in the moment he stood up that he probably was about the just walk away and never talk to her again. So surely it was a surprise when he asked her to come with him.

”I have tons of stories!” she said enthusiastically and nodded quite a few fast times, as the smile widened on her soft, full lips. She loved talking about her upbringing and the things they did in the circus. Meeting people with an interest in and a curiosity about her life was lovely. It gave her the chance to talk about it and be heard. She tended to remember things better when telling them to others – so the stories she had told so far was more clear memories to her now than the things that were still unspoken. ”You just tell me what you want to know” she stated to him cheerfully. ”Double-majoring.. Wow. Is it hard ? I mean, it must be a lot more classes, homework and assignments to deal with ?” she asked him curiously. She didn't really know all that much about the school system in the 'real world' because she was home schooled and then in the Danish school system for a while. And then she knew the basics of the American school system after the amount of time she'd been there so far.
She shrugged a little, with a sheepish look in her face. ”Not as interesting as yours, I'm afraid.” she warned him when he asked of what she was studying. ”They don't really have any acrobatic or gymnastic majors around here, so I'm majoring in Arts and Entertainment management” she told him with a little nod. ”I'm learning how to promote art, shows, performances, scripts, songs and such. And I learn how to support and market artists and events, raise funds, manage finances, and develop programming for arts organizations... So if you ever need someone to help you get your art famous, let me know, when I'm done with school” the last part she added with a gentle laughter in her voice. He would be done with school long before her, so he'd have to wait 'till then.. She doubted he'd do so.

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[isaac clarke]

( why are you trying to make fun of me

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Isaac's choice in major was something that was carefully thought out and crafted to fit his personality. He knew the kind of person he was, and knew what majors he had to choose from to get any kind of rewarding career path. However, school wasn't something he actually wanted to attend. He was far too lazy and uncaring about anything other than his art, so homework and essays were something he barely accomplished. It was a mystery to professors why he did so well on exams and tests, considering he barely showed up to class and when he did he spent majority of the time doodling in his notebook. Yet he always got straight As. It annoyed some people he was sure, specifically the ones that studied like it was no one's business, but that was there problem. Not everyone was like him an he knew that. Isaac Clarke did the bare minimum to get by in school, his lazy behavior something that is commented on by a lot of professors. Specifically the ones who have known him for the past few years and know what he is capable of. He would always reply with one smug remark "I really don't want to be here, it's not my choice." Every word of that was true. As much as he loved his art he knew that living the life of an artist was tough, you have to find the right audience to buy and look at your work. Philosophy wasn't an easy major to land a job in either, but he would do better in that subject than in art. Lets face it, if Isaac didn't go to school he would have been forced to work in his parents flower shop for the rest of his life and he had no intentions of taking over the family business. He loves Outlier, he has lived here all his life but he has no intentions of being buried here.

At the moment, Isaac was enjoying the conversation with Emi. He was trying to figure her out, his philosophical needs more interested in her as a person then in her appearance. When he actually does write essays on philosophy they mostly focus on people he knows, talking of the different types of people in the world and how it will shape the future of mankind. None the less Isaac has a keen eye for picking out peoples flaws and personality traits, but Emi was the type of person he hasn't encountered before. Everyone he has met in these colleges as some major baggage - dead siblings, dead parents, daddy problems or a mom who drank too much. It was all kind of routine, Isaac was getting sick of seeing the same kind of thing over and over. But here was Emi, a Carny with a backstory he was dying to know about. She was so happy, cheery, innocent and childish. At lest that is what it seemed like, and to be honest Isaac was intrigued. The world is such an awful place yet she found happiness in it, replying to hostile parties like himself with kindness and curiosity. He had yet to meet a person like her until now, and though her childish attitude was sure to get on his nerves eventually he still wanted her around.

Truth be told he had a secret agenda, his struggling to carry his canvas, drawing tools and stool across the quad as the continued conversation. "Well, let me rephrase that. I just don't really care about anything or anyone, just as no one really cares about me. It's a two way street," he expressed to her, not so much in the 'i'm a sad person' kind of way, but more in a 'fuck the world' kind of way. "I mean look at yourself. I bet you get walked all over and taunted all the time just because you're different. When in truth they shouldn't be so focused on your appearance, you're clearly a better person then a lot of the people here. I just don't give people the opportunity to say shit to me," he told her, his logic twisted but correct in his eyes. Of course there is the occasional missed opportunity on a wonderful person, but anyone worth anything will still pursue him as a human being, rather then be shut off to him completely. Chess was one of those people, which really surprised him because she has that 'I don't take shit from no one' thing going on, which he admired. They were similar creatures in a sense, which is probably why he was so attracted to her. Upon hearing she had tons of stories Isaac nodded, knowing exactly what he was going to do to get her to sit still and focused for a while. He had a feeling that drawing her was going to be difficult, he getting the impression that a carney had a hard time sitting in one spot for a period of time. But maybe telling her stories would help.

When the reached the bench on the other side of the quad, Isaac placed his stool down first, his erasers and pencils placed on the seat as he set up the stand to hold his no longer blank canvas. "Take a seat my dear," gesturing to the bench that was only a few feet away from where he set up his canvas . He shrugged at her next question. "I assume it would be hard .. but I don't really do my homework like a good little cub scout," he said with a small grin, setting everything up to make sure he was at a comfortable distance. "School isn't really my thing, I'm kind of here by default," he explained, not really wanting to go into detail but would if she asked. He didn't hide anything, he didn't have anything to be ashamed of. "This year I just started to take it seriously .. kind of. I do have a lot of classes, but my art major this year is all independent work so I get to work at my own pace which is a nice change," he told her, hating how regulated the school kept the art programs. He took his pencil out and put it to the paper to get ready to start drawing but stopped. "Oh really?" he said in a very curious tone when she mentioned what her major was. "I better keep you around. At the end of the term I need to put on an art show with all my works for the semester. I'm not very good at the marketing and advertising aspect of things. All I would have come up with is a crappy flyer," he admitted, a small smile on his face as he said so. He slouched again, looking at her from the side of his canvas. "Oh, and I'm about to start drawing you - fair warning," he told the red head. He wasn't really giving her the option to say no.

Looking back to his canvas he started to sketch. "So I'm guessing your parents worked in the circus too? Tell me about them," he inquired, wondering if it was a touchy subject but not really caring. He had no boundaries.

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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?

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It had been quite sad for the happy redhead when she got to know that the school has absolutely no majors that could bring her closer to the dream of becoming an aerial acrobat. No gymnastics, no acrobatics, nothing. She could have chosen to dance but Emi had never been a dancer before. Surely, she would have been good at it with her great physical state and the fact that she knew her body and how to use it. But she had no interest in dancing anyway. It was something she used at parties with other people, even though she didn't appreciate the way they danced there. In her troupe it had been real dancing – couples dancing! When Emi was a little girl, her father held her in his arms and her feet would be far off the ground as he swung her around to lively and quick music. And her mom would laugh gently at the sight and gently fix Emi's hair when the dance was over. And when Emi grew older, she had been holding hands with her friends and danced around the fire with them. When she became a teenager and found her first love, she had her first slow dance with someone. She had sworn that they would be together forever. But when she left his town, he didn't come along because he knew that he was a distraction to the girl – and he had broken her heart. And her parents had held their arms around her and gently swayed to soft melancholic music with their beloved and hurt daughter and it had all seemed to become so much better. Dancing for Emi wasn't anything she wanted to study. She would be hopeless with arts. She couldn't really play any music at all. Science would never be her thing. Instead, she had found this interesting major. She had actually grown pretty fond of it with time. She got A's in almost all of her classes, partly because she was a dedicated student, and mostly because she was a quick learner. She had always been a clever kid – and stubborn: She refused to stop until she had got it right.

Here she was, at a college. Studying. Not living in her familiar Circus surroundings she had grown up with. At first it had been difficult to get used to everything being different and she still had trouble with being alone for too long. She hated spending hours and hours without being social with somebody. It was simply the most horrible thing in her life. Whenever her friends came by and they slept over it was a huge relief for Emi because she had the company of someone for longer than an afternoon or a night. It always meant a lot to this girl to have people she loved around her and without her troupe it was harder to get that need satisfied – and it really was a need for her. She couldn't just do without friends or family for days. If her need for social contact had not been satisfied she was more likely to sit down on the floor and cry than anything else.

She tilted her head a little to the side while looking at him, as he told her, why he acted the way he did. She smiled at him and shrugged. ”Well, now I know you which means that I care for you, so I'm afraid I'm going to ruin that for you” she said with a little glimpse of tease in her eye. Still, she kept a bit of honesty in her sweet big eyes. She did care for people instantly and this would be no difference to that. She wrinkled her nose a little when he talked about the way she was being treated and she shrugged at it all. Honestly, she never really noticed unless they were saying really mean things or taunting her with her past in the circus and all without even knowing her. But if they talked of her appearance she didn't care at all. She chose to ignore it and it was not really that hard. What got to her heart though was when people talked shit about her friends. Another tell of her huge love for other people. She smiled at the end because he called her a good person. ”I'll take that as a compliment, thank you. I just don't really let people bother me.” she explained him because she felt like she needed to explain. Many people would just take the compliment and say thanks and that would be it. But Emi didn't take compliments too well when it came from strangers. She did see that his kind of logic made sense but did not quite agree with it. ”I think you miss out on a lot of good experiences if you exclude yourself from other people like that” she stated with a firm nod.

She looking him over wondrous when he places his equipment for painting in front of a bench, and she was even more surprised, when he asked for her to take a seat. Was he really going to paint her? Or was it just to paint while she could entertain him?. She did what he told her to though and placed herself on the bench – not directly in front of him, but so she could see him. She hated talking to people without being able to look them in the eye. She laughed gently with her sweet gentle voice at his reply. ”That's a shame. I was really sure that you are the good little cub scout” she said ironically and watched him with a teasing glimpse in her eyes as she watched him. ”You're in school by default.. What's that supposed to mean?” she asked him curiously and smiled at him. She listened curiously to him when he explained how his art classes were this year and how he should keep her around because he had this big gallery he had to make at the end of the semester. ”It sounds really amazing. I'd love to see more of your art. And it would be so awesome if I could help out with the show – could give me some experience” she said enthusiastically and smiled widely at him and straightened up quite a bit by the thought of it. She could use the work experience if her dream of becoming an aerial acrobat did not work out for her. She of course hoped it would, but you should always have a plan B if things didn't work out as you want it to. She laughed a little again. ”Yeah, I figured” she said with that glimpse in her eyes.

”My parents?” she asked to get some time to think about what to tell him about them. There was so much to tell and he probably didn't want to hear all sorts of information. She didn't want to bore him with her past. Finally she smiled and started talking: ”My father is a tall man and he has the richest, blackest hair I've ever seen. The last couple of years he has gotten a few gray streaks to it though. He has the same color eyes as mine. I have never known a man quite as intelligent as him. I have always loved listening to him telling stories and tales or singing songs.” she told with the picture of her father clearly in her mind so her eyes were sparkling with joy and smiles and everything pleasant. ”My mom is the most beautiful woman on this very planet. She's also a red head but with green eyes. She has the most beautiful voice and she's the most loving and gentle person ever.. My parents aren't married and never have been, but they have loved each other for years and years and more faithful to each other than any married couple. And they always took amazing care of me and gave me everything I needed and respected all my choices and supported me.” anyone who watched her talk of her parents could see that it was people she loved very much. More than anybody else. She laughed a little and tilted her head slightly to the side. ”They are both clowns in the circus” she told Isaac, still laughing. ”But my mom always sung and danced at night when the day is done and we spent time by the fire. And my father used to recite poetry or sing with my mom while playing the lute. They are really amazing people. I love them very much”

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Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

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Notes: Took a lot of time XD But I hope it's fine :3
Lyrics: Architects – Rise Against
Outfit: Here
Tagged: Isaac :]