Winter Sketches {Bailee}
Feb 2, 2017 10:22:05 GMT -5
Post by kap on Feb 2, 2017 10:22:05 GMT -5
the world is but a canvas
for our imagination
Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush his teeth; it was a typical morning routing for Sycamore Bluebell. Although, today, he'd be dressing a bit nicer than usual, and it wasn't for the reaping. No, the reaping had already passed, and two boys he didn't know had volunteered. It was a small, skinny boy that looked to be rather poor, and a stronger-looking, more well-built older boy that followed right after him. Sycamore was just glad that it was no one he knew, especially not Jasmine or one of his siblings. He loved his siblings, as well as his girlfriend, all too much to be able to handle losing them to something like the Games. Then again, he doubted that anyone he knew would be stupid enough to volunteer themselves.
The other day, Sycamore had seen an ad posted. There had been a paper sign with a request on it posted on a pole not too far from his house. The request in particular was from a girl who was looking for someone to model for a piece of art; a drawing. What was even better was that if he did this, he would get paid. Therefore, he decided that he would meet up with the girl at the specified location so that she could do her art, and he could earn his money. Perhaps he'd even make another friend in the process. This was the reason he was dressing nicely that day; he was going to be immortalized in a drawing in the sketchbook of a girl he'd never met. He figured, if the drawing were going to be more than just a temporary thing, that it would be best for him to be dressed nicely, and not just in his casual weekend clothing.
Therefore, the boy dressed in some black trousers and a white button-up shirt. It was very similar to what he wore to the reaping, but not quite. After all, he didn't want to remind himself of something so terrible when he was trying to have a good time by helping someone out. He slipped on a pair of boots, as there was plenty of snow on the ground outside, and he didn't want to ruin his other shoes. Luckily, these boots looked nice enough that if the girl were doing a full body portrait, it wouldn't take away from his nice look.
After Sycamore had put on his coat, he headed out the door and began meandering down the street in the direction of the scheduled meeting point. He looked at his old, half-broken watch that no longer had a second hand on it, and saw that he needed to hurry up. He didn't to be late to something like this, and then be denied the opportunity. He decided to pick up his walking pace into a slow jog instead. After about another minute, he arrived at the location. It was an open field in the District with a couple of benches set up around the area. The area was like a park for people in the District during the warmer months, or at least as close as they'd get to one.
When he approached the open area, he spotted who he assumed was the girl he was looking for. She as already there, so he was glad he was on time.
"Hello there!" he called over. Then, he jogged over to where the girl was standing. "I'm Sycamore. I saw your ad, and was wondering if I'd be a suitable candidate for your artwork. What do you say?" the boy said with a smile.
The other day, Sycamore had seen an ad posted. There had been a paper sign with a request on it posted on a pole not too far from his house. The request in particular was from a girl who was looking for someone to model for a piece of art; a drawing. What was even better was that if he did this, he would get paid. Therefore, he decided that he would meet up with the girl at the specified location so that she could do her art, and he could earn his money. Perhaps he'd even make another friend in the process. This was the reason he was dressing nicely that day; he was going to be immortalized in a drawing in the sketchbook of a girl he'd never met. He figured, if the drawing were going to be more than just a temporary thing, that it would be best for him to be dressed nicely, and not just in his casual weekend clothing.
Therefore, the boy dressed in some black trousers and a white button-up shirt. It was very similar to what he wore to the reaping, but not quite. After all, he didn't want to remind himself of something so terrible when he was trying to have a good time by helping someone out. He slipped on a pair of boots, as there was plenty of snow on the ground outside, and he didn't want to ruin his other shoes. Luckily, these boots looked nice enough that if the girl were doing a full body portrait, it wouldn't take away from his nice look.
After Sycamore had put on his coat, he headed out the door and began meandering down the street in the direction of the scheduled meeting point. He looked at his old, half-broken watch that no longer had a second hand on it, and saw that he needed to hurry up. He didn't to be late to something like this, and then be denied the opportunity. He decided to pick up his walking pace into a slow jog instead. After about another minute, he arrived at the location. It was an open field in the District with a couple of benches set up around the area. The area was like a park for people in the District during the warmer months, or at least as close as they'd get to one.
When he approached the open area, he spotted who he assumed was the girl he was looking for. She as already there, so he was glad he was on time.
"Hello there!" he called over. Then, he jogged over to where the girl was standing. "I'm Sycamore. I saw your ad, and was wondering if I'd be a suitable candidate for your artwork. What do you say?" the boy said with a smile.
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