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Post by nic gregory on Jan 17, 2008 19:24:27 GMT -5
Yes indeed, I'm alone again.
And here comes emptiness crashing in.
It's either love or hate,
I can't find in between,
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Classes at Hoffman were a lot different than at Albers. Hoffman had this rigid structure that everyone had to abide by, well everyone except for leading bad boy and coke addict Razz Perkins who Nic could see sleeping in the corner with a book over his face. Albers hadn't had a library, there hadn't been a set schedule. I mean you were supposed to do it your way, make sure that you spent enough hours with each teacher each week. Working on everything from meditating to finger painting. It's was much more relaxed, not so much the New York lifestyle, actually Albers seemed to fit in London a whole lot better than New York and Hoffman seemed like it should be placed in New York for the most part. There were already enough rich kids here to make up the size of the Upper East Side. All they needed was some talent and a hell of a good personality coach and they might have just gotten in.
Nic liked Hoffman just the same, his teachers were a different standard than his last bunch, but Nic believed that everyone could learn something from everyone this was just another experience he needed to go through before becoming a better artist. It was Nic's off period, the time that he mainly spent in the courtyard, but today it was raining cats and dogs. Nic found that London weather was the most disagreeable thing there was. Yesterday it had been perfectly sunny and clear than just like that this dreary Friday had happened. So Nic found himself strolling the dark rows of library shelves. He'd read most of the dusty old first editions that lined the shelves, since he considered reading to be a hobby not a task that force was needed to finish. Although he didn't feel like words today, as much of a baby as that sounded like. So he picked out the History of Modern Art.
The library was cool to be on a rainy, it was like being in the boardgame clue. Dark and lightning going crazy outside. Nic found an empty table, flicked on the desk lamp and dropped his bag by his seat and set his book down on the table. He stripped himself of his suede jacket and rested his head on the palm of his chin. His fingers flipped idly at the page. He had always liked modern art, although he did not consider himself an Andy Warhol or anything of that nature. It's just something that was good to aspire to. So as the time drug on Nic lost himself in the book hardly noticing his surroundings.
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Post by Reagan Adkins on Jan 17, 2008 19:49:24 GMT -5
If there were two things in the entire school that did not go together it was Reagan Adkins and the library. After this past summer Reagan hadn't set foot in the place. It use to be one of her favorite rooms on the campus, but something had changed her mind on about that. so, if she disliked it so much why was she there? Well, it was a last resort. Reagan had been trying since this school year started to get one good photograph, and so far nothing. There didn't seem to be one place on this campus that inspired her. She'd tried everything, the local bar scene, the grounds, practice rooms, the art building... everything except the library. This was literally her last stop before she gave up and switched to a school that took very little muse.
When she entered the large room, a sense of clam came over her. Reagan had quite a few memories in this place. Most of them were good memories, though some of them where hours of studying just she could fail a final. Nothing had changed since the last time she'd been in here. Well, at least the room hadn't changed. Reagan obviously had, and for some reason she felt as if the library was one of her old friends that she no longer got along with due to the changes she had made over this past summer. Now, everyone knows an inanimate room can not like or dislike someone so Reagan must have been the one who now felt a sense of dislike for the room. Yes, that was it. Though, if she hated the place so much, why bother coming here. Well, Like I said it was the last place on her list before she pretty much just gave up.
With a sigh Reagan began to walk up and down the rows of books, wondering why in the world she had ever liked this place. It was dark, gloomy, and there was no way it was going to revive her muse. There was only one person who could do that and he was long gone. She shook her head as if to shake that thought from her mind. The last thing she needed was to focus on Jake right now. That certainly wouldn't help matters. Though, most of the time, thats all she thought about. As she wandered through the library her mind wandered and she wasn't really paying much attention to where she was going. That was never good news for Reagan, because she was a bit of a klutz when she paid attention. When she didn't... well, that was a recipe for disaster, and that was exactly what she would get. She only took a few more steps forward before she found herself lying flat on the floor, face down. Good thing her camera had been in her hand which was now held just two inches above the floor. If her lens had broken she really would have been in a mess.
As she pulled herself up off the floor, Reagan realized that she had accidentally wrapped her foot around the leg of a chair... a chair that was already occupied. Great! What a better way to start her senior year than to fall flat on her face in front of some kid she didn't know, Or did she? He looked awfully familiar. "Do I know you?" Reagan asked as she stood up, to survey him from a bettor vantage point. She hadn't even bothered to apologize for stumbling over him, no she was only worried about where she had seen him before. Maybe she had just seen him in passing. No, that couldn't be it his features where far too familiar. It was like her resembled someone she knew, but who? Then it hit her. This kid looked like Jake. Not too much, but enough to make her look away. "I'm sorry." She muttered, finally apologizing. "I'm a major klutz." She added, still looking at the floor. There was no way this kid looked like Jake. She just had him on the brain at the moment, right?
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Post by nic gregory on Jan 17, 2008 20:33:14 GMT -5
Yes indeed, I'm alone again. And here comes emptiness crashing in. It's either love or hate, I can't find in between, _______________________ Art was always really a calm state of mind for Nic. I mean he knew that a lot of people said that about music or books. For Nic it was all about art, any type of art would do, Modern art, Classics, Medieval art. At Albers they had this weekly thing for extra credit where you went to the Met or the Guggenheim and just look at all, think about the paintings. At first Nic didn’t really see the point in it, although once one of his friends had asked him to come along just for the fun of it. In the end Nic had not wanted to leave at all. He really marked that as his first step in becoming an artist, it was appreciating all those who came before you. Those whose names were already famous for the things that they had accomplished. Then for one summer Nic’s friend had asked him to spend a week in Paris with him, Nic’s parents had reluctantly shelled out the money for a plane ticket and given Nic the ride of his life. Paris was like no other city in the entire world, at least in Nic’s book. New York was one thing but Paris was completely different about everything. He had at least spent an hour in the Louvre each day, and then he hadn’t even gotten enough of it. He was mildly disappointed by the Mona Lisa. I mean don’t get him wrong Leonardo Da Vinci was great and everything from the whole water shoes to the bicycle idea, but the Mona Lisa was about as big as....well it wasn’t big at all. He had almost gotten taken out by someone with a disposable camera who practically growled at him when he got to close to him. It had been a sad day when Nic had to leave Paris but he wanted to return to Albers just as much so he could use his new found muse. So flipping through this book brought back many memories of all those trips. It was funny looking at the stuff in the book and knowing that you had seen it in real life. Funny yet terrifying to know that you had been standing before something so wonderful that people had made a point to make it known. Nic sighed and glanced at his watch there was still a while before break was over and he was in no rush to go out in the rain to the art house. Before he had time to decide to get up and get a new book a particularly long skinny leg thumped into his from where they were tucked under his chair legs. She was up before he could apologize, and a question was already coming at him. "I don't think so, I'm new here," Nic said running a hand through his short shorn hair subconsciously. He stood up, coming up just a few inches taller than her. He tilted his face down just a little so that he could see her. "It's not you're fault at all. Of course, it's not my fault either," he said smiling this nice smile that everyone said he had. People say that some smiles could light up a room, and Nic had one of those smiles, he used it because he didn't know he had it yet. "I always have pretty girls falling over me," he said shrugging his shoulders trying to lighten the mood just a little. A little company was always better on a rainy day, although Nic had a thing for black and white films and coffee too, but girls would work too.
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